three people have told me within the last week, lovingly so, that my daughter is the dirtiest child they know of. again i will stress that this is out of love and i take it in no way offensively. SHE IS. she is filthy in the way pigpen from charlie brown is. he cannot help but draw a cloud of dust around ever fiber of his being, even straight out of a bath. i shudder to think of the possibility of someone asking olive to be in their wedding. literally i would have to bathe her at the church and pop her into her dress seconds before sending her down the aisle lest she find some dust bunnies to magnetize to her dress, a puddle for her to romp in, or stray chocolate bar make it's way into her hands. she is not "filthy" but rather tomboyish, a dirt digging, vagabond sort. today at the park i found her on her tummy under the bulk of the slide squealing with delight "swimming" in the mulch. like hand over hand, kicking her feet as if she were michael phelps himself. oh the bath water that follows such adventures! oh. just oh!
i was really and truly going to talk about politics, whether or not i was going to vote or not but im too tired of it all. america, GET OVER YOURSELF already. this election will not make or break us, will not change the course in some profound way for our people or the world. im exhausted by all of this jibba jabba talk. if you want to make a difference november 4th adopt a child. join greenpeace. divert your next paycheck to orphans in darfur. commit your life to active peace not passive politicking. just freaking DO SOMETHING besides pull or push a lever and feel like you can cross your arms and say mission accomplished
i've been having some problems breathing the last few hours. it might or not be related to the fact that i had coffee, french fries, three cookies, and popcorn (and nothing else) for dinner. just love me, oh pumper of my blood. oh taker in of and distributer of my oxygen. don't hate.