Introducing Hurricane C

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The early spring of 2008

The day was here. The doctors had given you enough time or so they thought. They were ready to force you out. I relished the kicks and movements with the knowledge that I would miss them. I willed and waited for you to make the first move. Alas that was not to be.
En route to the hospital I swear I could see the first shoots of spring on the trees that line the center divider of the streets. Trees that were bare and brown had the faintest sign of green all across. Some a little more obvious than others. Some shy of their blossoming youth and changing image. I wondered if you were the shy kind as well.

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Things I've learned recently

1 lb = 16 oz

Gas is good

ergo Burping is good

B&W is good

There is quite alert and then there is active alert (I still don't know which is which - alert me if you do)

Bow legs are good

Teeth are not so good

Nails even more so

High pitched voices are good

Low and gruff not so good

Crying and mucus are related

You can cry without tears

It is fools day. Looks like the joke is on me. I've been so ignorant :)

Letter to Ciera (from WWF)

Letter To Ciera

You’ll never watch an elephant standing on her head
You will see amazing acrobats and painted clowns instead.

You’ll never color Easter eggs or eat a “Happy” Meal
Instead you’ll give pigs belly rubs - You’ll know chickens dream and feel.

The clamor from the ice cream truck won’t be music to your ears
You will know your Soy Delicious caused no suffering or tears.

You may hear a gentle gobble as you softly stroke a turkey
And give thanks that she’s alive as you’re eating your Tofurky.

While other kids buy leather shoes and eat at Chucky Cheese
You’ll be kissing cows and feeding goats and saying “soy please!”

Being different can be hard I know - This world is often cruel
Maybe you’ll be laughed at by the other kids at school.

But compassion is a vital gift that too few share with others
And your heart will not be filled with guilt the way it plagues your mother’s.

So don’t ever be embarrassed or ashamed because you care
You’ll be uniquely beautiful with an empathy that’s rare.

And when you see a rescued lamb and touch his thick warm fleece
You’ll feel no sadness or remorse - You can look at him in peace.

What took so long for me to learn, I’ll start teaching you from birth
And your footprint will be much tinier on this fragile earth.

~Heather Leughmyer

In a deeper trance

Kissa Bhaaji Ka

I have a script for Bollywood. Going by the current flavor, it is for a sports movie. Also, since its Bollywood, the story is set in a foreign locale. A typical underdog story. A chirpy Indian sets off to Australia to try and win a cup for the homeland. Along the way he is exposed to quite a few challenges. The public hates him over a misunderstanding. Cue - pathos. Two bullies gang up on him. He calls upon his inner strength. Cue - motivation. He finds allies in the patriotic fervor. Cue - Team song. They crush the bullies amidst a lot of drama. He serves poetic justice by defeating the two bullies in their own backyard. One of the bullies even turns a new leaf and offers an olive branch. Our lad returns to the homeland a hero.

The Bhaaji - Hayden - Symonds saga is one for the ages.