Macs, Nuggets, and Ninjas...oh my..

     SIGH....Typical crazy life here today. The boys have gone NUTTY. Tyler tried to build a pool in the backyard but settled on a water slide. Every BIT of dirt in my yard, is now in the showers thanks to my darling boys. Chicken nuggets were the plan of the evening, because even though it's just one less for dinner, I didn't want to cook. Yes, I'm THAT mother.

 The boys wanted to be ninjas today.. so instead of telling them I didn't have time... I blew off everything else that needed to be done, and we played, we laughed, we smacked each other with pillows and mad ninja moves. Which translates to, stuff still to be done, baths still to be taken, beverages still to be CONSUMED.

I'm trying to figure out "Scarlett" the new computer. She is a Mac and thus completely different than anything I know. But in times like these. In day four of being on my own.. she is some lovely company. I still make her beep at the wrong times and some functions are a mystery.. but she is a darlin lady and we are going to get along just fine.

Anyways,  for some reason... today seems so much LONGER than a regular day. There are exactly the same amount of minutes today as there was yesterday. I CHECKED. And yet, I'm weary. I'm sure tomorrow everything that needs to be done will get accomplished. I'm sure that things will be studied, people will be appeased, laundry will get done. But in the meantime... I'm taking a moment to listen to the giggling little boys talking about how silly their momma is and I think there was a fart joke in there too somewheres... And, although I'm weary, and I'm overwhelmed with situations and underwhelmed with people... I am absolute in my faith that there may be no luckier momma than me. And for this lifetime, that's enough. Jus Sayin.

Perfection = PIF

    What is the definition of  Perfection? Well, sometimes it's a bottle of Mexican Coca-Cola on a Sunday afternoon. Sometimes, it's a grimy and fiercely given hug from my crazy kids. Chocolate chip mint ice cream is definitely perfect. Or, it can also be, the quiet.. I love quiet, easily as much as I love noise.I was trying to explain to a friend the other day.. that they were perfect.. and they listed flaws, that were numerous indeed... and that's when it hit me. Perfection. Is. Flaws... put together to make that someone special. PIF if you will...( what the world really needs more of is, acronyms. )


       First of all, I must say, perfection is rather hum drum. It's not interesting in the slightest, FYI.  Perfectly perfect people that always do what they are supposed to and say what they are supposed to and FEEL what they are supposed to. Oh UGH.  I find these individuals rather snooze inducing. I prefer people with a little "zing" to them. People that don't pretend and aren't afraid to be who they are?Awesome. People that incur a little wrath every now and then for who they decide to be?  Even better. I must say, I have a fondness for black sheep.... prolly because I have so much in common with them!

     What is perfection really? Boring.. that's what. I prefer imperfect people, because in ALL the flaws can only lie ALL the beauty. Leonard Cohen wrote " Nothing is perfect. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." I suppose I like my people cracked a lil.. makes things more interesting. A little light shining in, through the cracks... makes it all the better. I'm very cracked as it turns out....I'm learning that it's going to be okay.  So, cheers to all my cracked people that I adore. I'm glad you are perfect just the way you are.. flaws and all. Perfection... it's in the eye of the beholder, I think. So I guess if I think you are perfect.. then that means I think you are cracked just a little bit.. which is what I consider to be a good thing. I'm Jus Sayin. ( And seriously... try the Mexican Coca-Cola... it will change yore life)