Wednesday, June 07, 2006
And the walls came tumbling down
This morning, I go ruin someone's home. Today, I join 25 other women in the Women Build for Habitat for Humanity. I take off, armed with my hammer, safety goggles, and some triangular looking thing that I don't know how to use. Today, I am a drywall hanger.
Tonight there will be a story on the local news about the hopes and dreams of a single mother of two who works the night shift at a local large business being dashed to pieces due to the shoddy workmanship of a woman in a tye dye tshirt and jeans.
I will be sure to burn the clothing so noone can trace the story to me.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Two more days
One week away from people looking at me crazily
Good f'ing riddance, my arch nemesis!
I think I want May back
I think he is a glutton for punishment
Hell hath no fury like an insured scorned
BINGO, my ass