You play with my world like its your little toy

Okay, I know this isn't a political blog, and I do not want it to become one, BUT, please allow me to submit a couple of observations and solutions to our current bailout situation. Ahhhem,

First: There is this one Seinfeld episode (don't you love how many analogies can STILL be made to that show) wherein George was having great success in life doing the exact opposite of what he'd normally do. Well, I was reminded of that when our other George took to the TVs the past couple of days to warn of doom and gloom and we only have one possible far fetched, unplanned, unprecedented, tactic or surely we will all die. George has made this speech before, only it was for a war. Also, unprecedented, very far fetched, and very expensive and we are still bogged down indefinitely in it today. So maybe, dear friends if we do the OPPOSITE of what he tells us, life will be fine and dandy as it was with Castanza..

Second: If you want a real option and clear plan of action, please go here, read what Dave Ramsey says, and then DO something.

Third: Mom's suggestion was just to send everyone in the US 1 million dollars, let them pay off their own debts, invest in the economy, let the government tax it, and we STILL come out cheaper than the bailout.

Forth: Eli.isn't.sleeping. He woke at 3am this morning to play, and has since only cat napped in the car, and even now is yelling from his room where he supposed to sleeping, "Oh Courtney, I need you." (He calls me by my first name when he's serious.) (Oh boy I love 2) (And, this lack of sleep is the A #1 reason 2 children is enough.)

They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn

SUN- Sly and Coy
Taunts with nude leg through
Heavy curtain
Crusty eyes, foggy minds
Monotone drudgery emits
through the station waves
Workers wait, coffee brews
Rushing,
Planning,
Dreading
The Morning Commute

Then she opened up a book of poems

Poetry Friday:

Bowery Blues

The story of man

Makes me sick

Inside, outside,

I don't know why

Something so conditional

And all talk

Should hurt me so.

I am hurt

I am scared

I want to live

I want to die

I don't know

Where to turn

In the Void

And when

To cut

Out

For no

Church told me

No Guru holds me

No advice

Just stone

Of New York

And on the cafeteria

We hear

The saxophone

O dead Ruby

Died of ShotI

n Thirty Two,

Sounding like old times

And de bombed

Empty decapitated

Murder by the clock.

And I see Shadows

Dancing into Doom

In love, holding

TIght the lovely asses

Of the little girls

In love with sex

Showing themselves

In white undergarments

At elevated windows

Hoping for the Worst.

I can't take it

Anymore

If I can't hold

My little behind

To me in my room

Then it's goodbye

Sangsara

For me

BesidesGirls aren't as good

As they look

And Samadhi

Is better

Than you think

When it starts in

Hitting your head

In with Buzz

Of glittergold

Heaven's Angels

Wailing

Saying

We've been waiting for you

Since Morning, Jack

Why were you so long

Dallying in the sooty room?

This transcendental

Brilliance

Is the better part

(of Nothingness

I sing)

Okay.

Quit.

Mad.

Stop.

Kerouac Jack

Come Spring

Gray sandals beckon from the depths of my closet

Hearken Spring

Requiems of naked toes

dusty soles

Instant barefeet to

tromp on

cushions of grass

and earth

5 AM Haiku

Mom doing yoga
While cat bites ankles, kids cry
And the week begins.

Sometimes I have to post a mooshiness

My sweet child tonight as we were deep into the bedtime routine of books, prayers, and "let's talk about something" said the sweetest little thing. He held my face close and said, "Look at your eyes, they're so pretty. And pretty mouth and teeth." And with that my weary, busy self teared up. By far, my favorite moment of the day. Maybe the week.

Two Roads Diverged

Our lives are a series of choices that construct pathways. Often times, as many do, I contemplate the ifs. If I had only made so and so decision things would be different. On my sentimental days, like Christmas, I wouldn't change any road I've taken. Everything we've done culminates into this one perfect moment. Two perfect children, a centrifuge of love and caring. Mooshy, I know, but I count my blessings this Christmas, and realize that even though at times, I picture myself with a different life, the journey that I am on now is one that certainly I am so fortunate to travel. Christmas pictures coming soon, as soon as I dig us out of the mountain of toys. I love you all dearly.