Nothing But Fluff

Life can be a serious affair. It feels good now and then to talk fluff. There are simple pleasures that are worth mentioning. Here you can read funny stories, happy thoughts, favorite recipes, and any other fluff that I dream up. (Some posts were originally published on MySpace).

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Shallow, I'm not. I ponder almost everything. Every book I read or movie I watch evokes something to discuss. I thrive on learning and growing to be a better example. Uncaring, I'm not. I'm a sincere friend, a loving mom, and a caring daughter. Apathetic, I'm not. I'm extremely passionate, especially about doing the right thing. I speak up in classes, tutor others, talk to strangers in stores, and love deeply. Boring, I'm not. I write essays, letters, poetry, and some fiction; take classes; cook from scratch; ride horses; ice skate; play with my dogs; go to the beach for a picnic; go out for Sushi; watch classic movies; read non-fiction, autobiographies, classic literature, and young adult novels; and get to know people on the inside. Reserved, I'm not. I speak openly about my past, candidly about my present, and enthusiastically about my deepest dreams for the future. Because I ask an enormous amount of questions, have an excellent memory, and listen well, not a day goes by that I don't learn something. Yet, I'll never claim to know it all.

Friday, May 18, 2007

MYSPACE: [May 18, 2007] ARE YOU HIGH ON TRIPPIN?

[May 18, 2007] ARE YOU HIGH ON TRIPPIN?
Current mood: giggly
Category: Life

It still cracks me up how last weekend Markie came to my house wearing those funny glasses. He called them his "Otacon Glasses" from "Metal Gear Solid" (a video game). They had strong frames with round lens. Knowing that my son doesn't need glasses and how lazy his father can be about talking him to the doctor, there was no way that he got glasses between the time I saw him last and now.

Pointing to the glasses, I said, "Where on Earth did you get those?"

"I wear glasses now," Mark said.

Not convinced, I said, "Yeah right. I mean really. Where did you get those? They look like real glasses."

He said, "I got them from a friend."

"You can't wear those. They'll hurt your eyes."

"They don't have a prescription Mom."

I examined them and he was right.

He continued to wear them the whole weekend and when we went out ice skating. He looked like a complete doofus. Here was this good-looking guy who usually turns heads, turning heads because he looked like an utter Moron.

That's my son. He's high on TRIPin.

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