No one wins!
But anyway, the intense sport of Army Baseball is played when the pitcher throws the little green army guys to the batter who, using a small baseball bat, hits the soldiers across the room and yells, "Throw more!!!"
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Relief
It is quite a relief to be out of the Krankenhaus and into the fine world of Grosse Pointe once again. Yes, yes, I love my roommates, but uhh THE INTERNET CONNECTION! THE INTERNET CONNECTION!
Yes, we are still poor and lazy and continue to steal internet from 1) linksys and 2 NETGEAR. Now our airports pick up many other internets as well, but alas! Clinker1 and jodi and blahblahblahty all are password protected. What confuses me is that we can pick up that they have internet but can not figure out how to tiptoe onto them. And I desperately want to. Linksys bah! How boring! Doesn't the internet sound much better as clinker1? Or Jodi? I bet Jodi would absolutely adore my itunes. But no, she is too stingy.
Anyway, the real problem is that it is much harder for me to read the news without this internet. Ha! Who am I kidding?! What I really want is to stalk unsuspecting strangers and find some baby flesh through corbis.
***
Mmmmm mmmm. That's more like it.
*** That is the first image when you search "baby flesh" on corbis. Don't believe me? Try it yourself. I'm not lying.
Yes, we are still poor and lazy and continue to steal internet from 1) linksys and 2 NETGEAR. Now our airports pick up many other internets as well, but alas! Clinker1 and jodi and blahblahblahty all are password protected. What confuses me is that we can pick up that they have internet but can not figure out how to tiptoe onto them. And I desperately want to. Linksys bah! How boring! Doesn't the internet sound much better as clinker1? Or Jodi? I bet Jodi would absolutely adore my itunes. But no, she is too stingy.
Anyway, the real problem is that it is much harder for me to read the news without this internet. Ha! Who am I kidding?! What I really want is to stalk unsuspecting strangers and find some baby flesh through corbis.
***Mmmmm mmmm. That's more like it.
*** That is the first image when you search "baby flesh" on corbis. Don't believe me? Try it yourself. I'm not lying.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother's Day
I have to be quick and not very eloquent because stolen internet is not easy to keep.
I've been thinking about babies and children and motherhood a lot recently. I'm not pregnant, of course, but the spell of yearning was cast on me early in life and recently it has become much greater. At times, my arms tremble for a newborn, and I look at photos of my past and of babies that could be mine and I want to cry in anticipation.
My mom felt this same way. For years, throughout her twenties, she could not have a baby. She bought a doll, and secretly pretended that she had a child. When the stiff, fake doll would not cut it, she babysat for others so she could hold soft baby flesh against her skin. She smelled the sweet smell of a newborn, and I know if I were her, at that moment, I would have cried.
Eventually, I was born. I do not know precisely how she felt at that moment, after struggling through the painful hours of childbirth, through the months of anticipation of a first pregnancy, and through the long years of limp, childless arms, but I can almost taste that joy. There I was. Her baby. Her own flesh and blood, her own creation, her own responsibility, within her arms, on her chest, small head against breast. I want to cry. That joy seems intoxicating, calming, overwhelming.
This joy did not fade, she had a large family, just as she wanted, but she had to struggle through many trials. She had to live through an alcoholic and abusive husband, a man that has very little paternal instincts. She had to leave him, face the headfirst plummet into raising five kids on her own, after being a stay-at-home mom for twelve years. Life gets better, of course. But now my mom still has other trials to face--as Rickie, my youngest brother has just recently been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis.
Being a mother is not easy. And yet, this is what my mom is--first and foremost. This is what she has always wanted; this is what she had been waiting for for years upon years. I am not sure how a single day could ever recognize the complexity and emotion of motherhood.
I love you, Mommy. Happy Mother's Day!
P.S. I know you wanted something humorous, but I write what comes out of my fingers, nothing more, nothing less.
I've been thinking about babies and children and motherhood a lot recently. I'm not pregnant, of course, but the spell of yearning was cast on me early in life and recently it has become much greater. At times, my arms tremble for a newborn, and I look at photos of my past and of babies that could be mine and I want to cry in anticipation.
My mom felt this same way. For years, throughout her twenties, she could not have a baby. She bought a doll, and secretly pretended that she had a child. When the stiff, fake doll would not cut it, she babysat for others so she could hold soft baby flesh against her skin. She smelled the sweet smell of a newborn, and I know if I were her, at that moment, I would have cried.
Eventually, I was born. I do not know precisely how she felt at that moment, after struggling through the painful hours of childbirth, through the months of anticipation of a first pregnancy, and through the long years of limp, childless arms, but I can almost taste that joy. There I was. Her baby. Her own flesh and blood, her own creation, her own responsibility, within her arms, on her chest, small head against breast. I want to cry. That joy seems intoxicating, calming, overwhelming.
This joy did not fade, she had a large family, just as she wanted, but she had to struggle through many trials. She had to live through an alcoholic and abusive husband, a man that has very little paternal instincts. She had to leave him, face the headfirst plummet into raising five kids on her own, after being a stay-at-home mom for twelve years. Life gets better, of course. But now my mom still has other trials to face--as Rickie, my youngest brother has just recently been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis.
Being a mother is not easy. And yet, this is what my mom is--first and foremost. This is what she has always wanted; this is what she had been waiting for for years upon years. I am not sure how a single day could ever recognize the complexity and emotion of motherhood.
I love you, Mommy. Happy Mother's Day!
P.S. I know you wanted something humorous, but I write what comes out of my fingers, nothing more, nothing less.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Uninteresting
My mother (the very one who views blogs as a STAGE in her life and is over there on my blogroll) is very much part of this blog train and has TAGGED ME.
Six uninteresting facts about myself:
1. I chose meatballs without their delicious Swedish sauce over salmon for dinner today, simply because meatballs are a much cheaper alternative.
2. I am using stolen internet at the moment. Much cheaper.
3. I do not generally care for my finger or toenails. I just pick them off. It's much cheaper.
4. When I was a little girl I thought, "When I grow up, I'm going to spend my $$ on important things like food, not on clothes or toys." It just seemed like the reasonable, adult, cheaper way to go.
5. I regularly steal candy from the bins at Meijer. And from the cheezit boxes. Well, actually, those are cheezits I'm stealing from the cheezit boxes. But regardless, it's much cheaper than actually buying the junk.
6. I once spent $70 on my mother's birthday present, but this mother's day?
Well, let's just say I'm much cheaper now.
Six uninteresting facts about myself:
1. I chose meatballs without their delicious Swedish sauce over salmon for dinner today, simply because meatballs are a much cheaper alternative.
2. I am using stolen internet at the moment. Much cheaper.
3. I do not generally care for my finger or toenails. I just pick them off. It's much cheaper.
4. When I was a little girl I thought, "When I grow up, I'm going to spend my $$ on important things like food, not on clothes or toys." It just seemed like the reasonable, adult, cheaper way to go.
5. I regularly steal candy from the bins at Meijer. And from the cheezit boxes. Well, actually, those are cheezits I'm stealing from the cheezit boxes. But regardless, it's much cheaper than actually buying the junk.
6. I once spent $70 on my mother's birthday present, but this mother's day?
Well, let's just say I'm much cheaper now.
Monday, May 5, 2008
A Thought
I just thought,
Hmmm....I ought to check my blog to see if I updated.
Maybe I'll write more when we at the Krankenhaus get legit internet!
Hmmm....I ought to check my blog to see if I updated.
Maybe I'll write more when we at the Krankenhaus get legit internet!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Hark! April?
Today is a new day.
It was a very long day, as it lasted from March 'til the end of April. But a month does not consist of thirty days in my world. And days do not last 24 hours. During this day my life steamed through a new job, finals, packing and packing and preparing to move into my new house. It was a very long day.
Now, you may ask, "Why is today--after lents of day--a new day in the blogosphere of Ali's mind?" Answer! Your daily double.
1. It's my dad's birthDAY. If I am to celebrate his birth day I must come to terms with the fact that it is a new day.
2. I am moving to the krankenhaus tomorrow, and I think more of my life PREkrankenhaus must be accounted for.
3. Everyone has been updating blogs, and it makes me feel like I should update mine. Thus, it must be a new day.
4. I am very very bored.
However, we all know that I live in a dichotomy-binary-driven world and can not bear to see four answers for a single question, and so I must modify it.
1. WRONG I'm not celebrating my dad's birthday today, because I have to work for hours upon hours.
2. WRONG That just doesn't make any sense. A new day should match up with the day I move into the krankenhaus.
3. RIGHT Alright, alright, it is very easy to influence me.
4. WRONG I am never bored. Hahahaha.
****For all of you who don't understand this NEW DAY THING, you should read my first post, duh*****
It was a very long day, as it lasted from March 'til the end of April. But a month does not consist of thirty days in my world. And days do not last 24 hours. During this day my life steamed through a new job, finals, packing and packing and preparing to move into my new house. It was a very long day.
Now, you may ask, "Why is today--after lents of day--a new day in the blogosphere of Ali's mind?" Answer! Your daily double.
1. It's my dad's birthDAY. If I am to celebrate his birth day I must come to terms with the fact that it is a new day.
2. I am moving to the krankenhaus tomorrow, and I think more of my life PREkrankenhaus must be accounted for.
3. Everyone has been updating blogs, and it makes me feel like I should update mine. Thus, it must be a new day.
4. I am very very bored.
However, we all know that I live in a dichotomy-binary-driven world and can not bear to see four answers for a single question, and so I must modify it.
1. WRONG I'm not celebrating my dad's birthday today, because I have to work for hours upon hours.
2. WRONG That just doesn't make any sense. A new day should match up with the day I move into the krankenhaus.
3. RIGHT Alright, alright, it is very easy to influence me.
4. WRONG I am never bored. Hahahaha.
****For all of you who don't understand this NEW DAY THING, you should read my first post, duh*****
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