The Curse

and I'm not talking the "APPLE bit."  yeah and chances are it was more the "Pomegranate - bit."  But since the only ones present were God, Lucifer, Adam, Eve and random flaming sword bearing Angels - actual history is sketchy at best.  No, I'm more talking about the MOM curse.  and let me tell you DNA is a BITCH  - with teeth.

I know the shit I put on my own mom - last second.  "I need an elephant - 2 jugglers and 14 Pygmies. - by tomorrow. :D "  

Yesterday Trinity needed for her science project that she "forgot" in the mere WEEKS before hand . . 2 different kinds of cotton - 1/2 yard of each.  yeah - in the 20 minutes before I left for work.

YEAH THIS bitch freaking ROCKED it.  BAM.  two different cottons. didn't even need to hit the loft.  (where my good stuff lives!)  yet I a)didn't get to work out and b)my makeup went unapplied til I hit my work bathroom.  good thing no one cares what I look like!

Tonight we needed - 2  yards of white fabric, Christmas lights, glitter, wire, marbles and necklaces.  for tomorrow.  Roger had to stop for the marbles.  Not kidding people this is my life.  And yet - I own this.

I remember THE PROM DRESS (aaaaaahhhhh - did you hear angels singing as I typed - well you should have!!!) it was in 2 colors of silk - with boning, VOGUE pattern. . .  I asked - aka dared my mom to make.  Legit -  I could have turned the damn thing inside out and worn it.  She made it freaking perfect.    I have done so many things for these kids that in 5 seconds go totally unnoticed.  But now that I am me.  ME.  in adult form.  I know what went into that dress.  I know.

So, NOW - In full view of the world.  . .  . I Curse my daughter.  Or is it BLESS?.  :D   I am stating my case for the world or anyone reading - of course I pray that my daughter (s)  would . . . .

have a daughter that loves you and appreciates you as much as I love and appreciate my mom.  She was there for me when it counted.  I pray I'm the same for you.  I pray that I never miss a beat, a moment nor a tear.

I pray that no one breaks your heart without my knowledge during. . . and if he does we can share chocolate that will assuage the sadness.  I pray that if we don't see eye to eye we always see heart to heart and respect each other.

but most of all I pray we share the same laughter, love and life and that we never lose each other.  Not even death can separate when God is in the mix.

That is my prayer.  and to the rest.  peace.  the curse is dead.  Jesus is alive and the rest is just time, wind and sand.