Yup, fractured coccyx. Heck, I didn't even need the doctor to explain it to me. I knew exactly what it was when it happened (but sure, there's the whole SuperMom denial thing I go thru), however, when that film went onto the light box... crap. You don't need any medical certifications whatsoever to know it's broken when it's clearly pointing the wrong direction.

If I cough it hurts -and it's hard not to cough with asthmatic bronchitis- if I laugh it hurts (so keep those jokes coming, they're prolly one of the few things keeping me sane these days), plus I still can't sit down and I hardly sleep. So how did I get myself to the doc's office? Yes, I drove myself, in excruciating pain, and praying that I didn't crash into something or someone, or that the police didn't stop me. I was practically driving laying down on my side.

So, tomorrow (hopefully) I'll be seen by a orthopedic surgeon, who’ll let me know if how soon I’ll be operated on. Because I’m telling you, there is NO OTHER WAY they’ll be fixing THAT.

Go check my son's art at BlogBoyBlues.

Below was yesterday's blessing. Tonight's, you'll find that one at Beyond Focus. They both hold their unique beauty.

This dude just caused me more pain.
Titus' Norman Rockwell is Bleeding. I laughed so hard I broke into tears and hot flashes. Who would've know I'd ever undress like that in front of the TV screen.

the one that hurts the most is the tailbone. It'll happen if you fall down the stairs. There's not a hurt in the world like it. Like I told a friend, I'd rather give birth 10 times than go thru this pain.

So what's in store for my immediate future? Lots of rest, several more movies, half a dozen books. Heck, I'll even try painting in bed. It's been done before.

couple more poems over at Museful.

Wish this was a better shot. The links will take you to a bigger image.

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Well, my son has been too excited to blog. So I'll break the ice tonight, because I'm excited, too.

Bryan was gifted a telescope by his grandfather last Wednesday. Since then, my poor boy had been eager to see the moon, and do some space exploring. My dad was jazzed; you know you've given a child THE PERFECT GIFT when you see the smile and the excitement in the young one’s face, such as is seen in him. However, it wasn't till last night that my son was able to see the moon, closer, with his brand new telescope. Blame it on Florida's weather... it had been cloudy and raining all these nights.

Tonight was a different story altogether. We stepped outside at 5:30, set up, and were able to really get up close with the moon.

WOW. There are no words.

They joy and awe in my son's eyes brought mine to tears. Sure, I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up (and only achieved astro-nut status), but better than that is seeing the look of pure passion, inspiration, and possibilities in the eyes of my children. They take me to the moon and back, every single day. :o)

I just wish I could take picture of what we are seeing… that we could share with you.

Among my bookmarks, this one has new significance at home. Michael Myers has been taking pics of the moon and planets for some time. Go take a peek.

I came rushing in to blog about something, then go downstairs and make a couple of calls... when the ... hiccups hit.

And they ... hurt! F...!

Now I've for...gotten what I was go...ing to say.

Poem up at Museful. :o)
Don't know what to name it, so it's yours to title. Now how about that?

I'm in a nice mood, my studio is solely lit up by candles and my monitor's glow. Tune I'm listening to Live - Lightning Crashes. Lyrics below.

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Live - Lightning Crashes

Lightning crashes...a new mother cries...
Her placenta falls to the floor...
The angel opens her eyes...
The confusion sets in...
Before the doctor can even close the door...

Lightning crashes...an old mother dies...
Her intentions fall to the floor...
The angel closes her eyes...
The confusion that was hers...
Belongs now to the baby down the hall...

Oh now feel it coming back again...
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind...
Forces pulling from the center of the Earth again...
I can feel it...

Lightning crashes...a new mother cries...
This moment she's been waiting for...
The angel opens her eyes...
Pale blue colored eyes...
Contains the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide...

Oh now feel it coming back again...
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind...
Forces pulling from the center of the Earth again...
I can feel it...
I can feel it...

(Solo) Oh I...

I can feel it coming back again...
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind...
Forces pulling from the center of the Earth again...
I can feel it...

I can feel it coming back again...
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind...
Forces pulling from the center of the Earth again...
I can feel it...
I can feel it...

Want proof? How about a few quizzies?

You will swallow some tacks. You are a little
weird, maybe not so much in a good way. Buy a
yellow tie and wear it on your head.

What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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Oh, hell, I don't know. I blame Cranky for it. ;o)

These I snagged from Jen. Sheesh, I still have a ton of catching up to do.

"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.

What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Va-Va-Voom! You're inner Bombshell is Mae West.
You've definitly got a lot of wit, a lot of
smarts, and you know how to use people to your
advantage. Ever heard the phrase "doesn't
take any crap from anybody"? Well that's
you! Just like Mae you never want to settle
down, and can't imagine being with just one man
for the rest of your life. You don't care about
conventions and have no filter from your brain
to you mouth. Check out the movie "She
Done Him Wrong" to see your inner
bombshell in all her voluptuous glory!


Who is your inner bombshell?
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Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal......along with these instructions.

:::

"I believe I've been looking at things and seeing them as I though you might photograph them -isn't that funny- making Strand photographs for myself in my head [...] I think people have made me see -or should I say fee- new colors- I cannot say them to you but I think I'm going to make them."

O'Keeffe to Strand; OKeeffe, Britta Benke

via KlutzyGirl

Remember that issue with the teacher and the use of the restroom in her class? Settled, for now. My son very respectfully told the teacher he wouldn’t go to the bathroom with anyone, that he had made me aware of the situation, and that he would hope she respected both his privacy and rights, and that I wouldn’t hesitate to visit with her and the Principal on this matter. After this, my son tells me the teacher informed the class that she wouldn’t do that, that she was “just joking around”. After two days? WTF? I only have one thing to say: Mrs. P- I have my eyes on you.

Just last night on the news, reporters said a teacher had bailed her way out of jail, after being arrested for physically abusing children. From what I understand, this has been going on with this teacher for two years, where she has been called on for punching a special needs child, and the parents had complained with the school and school district authorities. Nothing was done; now dozens of parents are voicing out similar complaints. You can read the story here.

At the beginning of every school year, we trust a stranger with what is most valuable in our lives, our children, this most complete piece of our body and soul, which we hold so dear in our hearts and we’d give our life for without a blink of hesitation. To think, that there are some, so wicked and evil, that would bring harm to such beauty and innocence. What's it coming to? What a shame.

It’s like the X-Files: Trust No One.

You know how when you’re a child, if you got hurt, a kiss from mom would make it all better? There was magic in her touch, right?

Well, that’s how I’d describe my parent’s visit. They were here from Saturday until yesterday, but I swear, it was the best medicine for my spirit and at a time when I needed it the most. It soothed my soul.

So, after taking off these past few days, to spend time with them and my family, I’m back online and it seems I need to catch up again, and update you on a few things. The time away from the online world was welcome, although I missed you all very much. My inbox is full, and I promise to get those replies out, most of them today. Thanks bunches to all of you who emailed me and/or posted here, meant a lot to me. :o)

BE visitors, you rock! Those of you who've posted, voted, and bookmarked - thanks! By doing so you've given me the opportunity of visiting and enjoying your sites as well. Keep it coming! I'm telling ya... there's some great stuff out there. :o)

I'm not one to share my paintings openly, even less so when they're not finished, but this one is different. Those of you who come regularly already know what's been going on in my life; those of you in closer contact with me have a more intimate perspective. So I guess that's what moved me to share this piece. Still a work in progress, as well as a work in healing, working like therapeutic milestones. Such things are not meant to be done in a hurry.

The layering of our experiences in this lifetime is but another work in progress, unveiling in the end the composition of our life -our biggest masterpiece. Today has been my third day off all medication; I suffered withdrawal symptoms the first two days. (For such a short time on them, you can tell I'm very sensitive and aware of my body.) Something else that adds strength to my decision of dropping the drugs, all the the inhaler. I had my first of several TFH Kinesiology sessions today, by my friend and instructor, Gladys, and I was able to further explore and confirm some of what I'd already knew. Energy work is fascinating that way -the body doesn't lie.

What came up in todays session:

Feelings:

• abandon
  
• loss
  
• grief
  
• power
  

• blue
  
• green
  
• purple
  

Some of you will have an idea regarding those, but I'll leave that discussion for another day. I'm taking a bath an heading for bed.

Blog Explosion is kinda fun, and kind of addictive! There's a shitload of useless sites there, but there's quite a few others that are worthy of blogmarking. So, if you happened into my pages via BE, drop me a line! Let me have a chance at visiting your blog, too. :o)

Among the things I bumped into, one really messes with my head... links that change color? Please! My eyes, my eyes!!! What horror!
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Now, I’m really getting upset, and I do intend to speak to the teacher about this. My son has told me not only did she say the before mentioned today, but yesterday she said no one was to use the bathroom because she found some wrappers in it (chocolate and chips I think) and nobody was admitting to it, and my son as well as all his classmates couldn’t go to the restroom till he got home. So, what, he’s to hold it for the 6 hours? W.T.F?
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On a bright note, I’m so jazzed that I’m chatting with someone way on the other side of the world. It’s daytime over there, a fine looking, blustery day. She even let me watch on her webcam. Puts things into perspective, you know.

CSI tonight… awesome! Most excellent! Wish I could see it again. That murderer was an artist –with pen and paper of course!

Well, I have a book to get to, I’ve carried it everywhere today, but haven’t started reading it yet. Been almost impossible to sit down. Time for me to relax, sip tea, and indulge myself in these pages.

My son is PISSED OFF! And I’m not surprised. I’ve got half the mind to phone or pay his teacher a visit. (Yes the other half of my mind is otherwise engaged…)

My son tells me the teacher said they are not to go to the bathroom by themselves. WTF?? No one, and I mean NO ONE, accompanies my son to the restroom ‘cept for myself. He IS NOT to have someone, I don’t care if it’s another child, in the restroom with him. It doesn’t happen at home, it will NEVER happen anywhere else. I’ve got two good reasons right here:

• I suffered the unfortunate event when I was in Elementary School to have a girl from my class follow me to the restroom and hit on me. She cornered me against a bathroom door and said she wanted to kiss me and touch my privates. (Guess she didn't know the meaning of 'private')Yes, Elementary School. And yes, I did get physical with her after school... I slapped her ass up and down the street, and yes, my mom caught me at it, too. Then it was my ass.
  
• I remember a case in which a teenage boy killed a 10 year old -beat him to death- inside a restroom, in a park if I remember correctly.
  

How I want it: What I want right now is to curl up on my comfy chair, with a spoon and pint of Rocky Road, and stare at my painting(s) in progress, then close my eyes and let the colors in my head mingle and blend into something a bit more tangible, something I can lay down on paper and work with. I want to swim in a sea of hues…

How it is: I’m sitting in front of the computer, typing this, getting some laundry out of the way before I actually get back to my painting, and listening to my daughter practice at her piano. I forfeit my wish for silence, since my lil’princess had to stay home from school. She’s still sick; she coughed horribly all night. She’s managed to create a new funky spin on Three Blind Mice. My little Mozart… if only she could keep it down a few decibels.

On a sweet note, Amber Allen Publishing sent another book for review. This one, The Voice of Knowledge, by Don Miguel Ruiz, with Janet Mills. I’m looking forward to reading this one. I’ll let you know when the review is up. :o)

Yes, my day has been so far, and will continue, to be brimming with color and sound.

I send kisses to David Raynes. I knew the time would come for me to use his plugin, and after being attacked by comment spam -it's just this one particular son of a ... who keeps changing his attacks and doesn't have a static IP addy- I've added the awesome Close Comments plugin. Works like a charm. You'll still be able to comment on the latest post, and it'll keep this freak outta my hair, and outta my old entries.

I'll be taking those pictures I owe a couple of you out there soon... yeah, you know who you are! I've practically been living in my studio lately, working an a few paintings (started that new one, placed it right over the canvas still on the easel - the acrylic is dry so no worry there), plus reading a couple of books in tandem, but today my studio looked rather neat, so I shot a picture. This should fill in one of Masked Blogger's requests, hehe. Take you shoes off -you're taking a peek at my sacred space. ;o) So they say a picture is worth a thousand words, tell me, what's this one say to you?

... is that by tuning out the noise -the mind chatter- you are able to get a clearer message.

One way for me to do this is thru my art, and it's what I've been working at a lot lately. Most of it will stay within my journal, but a few have already nudged their way onto canvases and pastel paper, and in that I do find lots of joy. There's a big block I've got to overcome, and I won't be able to do so if I don't face it first. Thing is, that's what isn't clear to me. So I'm letting my mind and heart find a way thru my hands and eyes to find and express what it is. Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the journey, and embracing the lines and hues and words that are pouring through.

Completly unrelated, but important nonetheless, is the message I received "from above". Just before coming inside this afternoon, I saw this: