Ah. A revelation before ten in the morning. It is apparent to me now that I have not dug deep enough for inspiration and subject matter as poetry writing fodder. The Writer's Almanac for today confirms this. I'm surprised that after raising two boys that I had never gone here before. How stimulating and reassuring that I still have room to grow artistically. The booger joke. A timeless classic.
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Infant Goddess
In the Vixen/Xanthippe/Virago Tradition
About Me
- Bellona of Avalon
- Lacey, Washington, United States
- I was born in Colorado to a full-blooded Norwegian/American mother from North Dakota and a Cajun/Scottish father from Mississippi. Raised and educated in four states, eight public schools, and one liberal arts Lutheran college, I somehow ended up in South Dakota and was married to a mostly Dutch guy for twenty years. I then returned to Colorado for a seven year experiment living at high altitudes. I now call the Pacific Northwest home where I try to blend in with the natives driving my Subaru Outback and sporting hiking boots. I have two sons whom I adore beyond reason. The younger one lives with me and spends an inordinate amount of time on his computer creating video games and composing music. The elder one lives nearby with his amazing wife and their fluffy pup Gimli. I currently find myself without the companionship of a feline which feels odd to me. Technically I'm a grownup but I seldom behave like one. © 2007-2024 Carla VanBemmel
Bellona of Avalon
Infant Goddess
5 comments:
Girls don't do "booger" jokes?!
REAL girls do not shy away from booger humor. They fart, too. I just hadn't thought of going there for writing ideas.
Now I'm confused. I was told that girls "poof" rather than fart. Are my sources unreliable?
I thought your mind was a good place to get ideas. Or possibly from cats.
Real girls fart, swear, sweat and make the first move. As far as I'm concerned, none of those traits detract from my femininity. They don't necessarily enhance it, but instead of waiting for when the "dating manners" wear off and reality sets in, I prefer to weed out the squeamish guys right up front.
My mind requires input and inspiration to come up with ideas although I often wonder where the hell some of them actually come from. Maybe I'm channeling the cats without realizing I am!
Ya gotta pay 'tenshun to cats. They are slick.
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