I’m undergoing an invasion. Bludgeoning, relentless. Midnight, midday. At work and at home. A massacre of every moment. It’s like one of those giant automatons from the movies, crashing through the landscape. People running, screaming bloody murder, stumbling over kittens and lobsters, or whatever the heck happens to be in the street, as they scramble over each other, every soul for themselves, clawing in a mad dash to escape the giant foot that, come on, let’s be fo’ real, is going to smash the putty out of every dag nabbed person in the city. Smashed out. Putty. Nasty. I digress.
KIDS. Kids have taken me over: my three girls, my students, my readers (which as of yet – let’s be honest and fo’ real – there aren’t yet many). So, I’ve embraced it. Kids are my life. Literally. (And figuratively.)
If you like kids, or are one, read this blog and you’ll possibly stumble upon stuff about:
Fun things to create
Pancreases that eat themselves (you probably know it as type 1 diabetes)
The latest in girls’ hair accessories. (Fo’ real.)
The occasional samurai sword and/or ninja stuff
The way you have to live your life. NOW. GO. I mean it. I know the answers. (I have no idea as to the answers. Have fun? Try hard? Eat food?)
Haribo Gummis (If you’re eating other gummis your wasting your time. Actually, you’re wasting everybody’s time. So stop.)
The Loch Ness Monster
When and when not to toot
Rumpelstiltskin (And how it emotionally scarred me. Forever. And ever.)
Cool things we all need to buy. With other people’s monies.
New York City (where everyone should live for at least a little bit)