As Seen On The Bathroom Wall

I was tagged by Meg at Overdosing on Nostalgia for this blog challenge. Here are the rules:

1.Go to your documents

2. Go to your 6th file.

3.Go to your 6th picture.

4. Blog about it.

5. Tag 6 friends to do the same.

Since all of my documents are located on an external hard drive, I couldn't exactly follow these instructions exactly, but the sixth image happens to be one that's uploaded into my myspace photo album. It's an image taken nearly three years ago of my two daughters on a time out. I thought it was such a cute scene, I grabbed the nearest camera (on my phone) and snapped a quick shot. I later messed around with it and added captions.

They had been fighting over a Strawberry Shortcake DVD - I remember this vividly because the DVD ended up flying into my sink and chipped my family mug - and had refused to stop after being warned, so off to the wall they went. They stood there, sniffling and whining, while I stood watch. Afterward, they apologized like little ladies and hugged each other. Fifteen minutes later they were at each others throats again, but I didn't expect it to last ten so it was a bonus for me.

Now's your turn, ladies!

1. Col @ JamericanSpice
2. Stinka @ Hippie Liberal Mom Chronicle
3. Kerri @ Desperately Seeking Sanity
4. Susie @ Knitting Knoobie
5. Kyla @ The Hellions Mom
6. Chelle @ Her MySpace Blog

Not.

The above is a lovely gift/award from the fabulous Susie the Knitting Knoobie, who has graciously chosen me as one of four individuals whom she thinks is a Kreativ Blogger.

So, in order to fulfill the requirements set in order to receive this prestigious and meaningful award, I shall repeat what must be done:

List six things that make you happy.
Pass the award on to 6 more Kreativ bloggers.
Link back to the person who gave you the award.
Link to the people you are passing it on to and leave them a comment to let them know.

For myself, the six things that make me happy are as follows:

1. My family. Four children and one husband keep be very busy. Each one of them are so different - unique in their own way - and I cannot help but feel blessed that they are in my life, and that I have been blessed to be a part of theirs. There is nothing more special than being included in the growth of a person, and I am truly thankful that I am allowed such a gift with my family.

2. My friends. I have many acquaintances, but the people whom matter to me enough where I can call them my friends are those whom I feel a special bond with that transcends distance, culture, age, and beliefs. A beautiful friend of mine has a favorite quote that applies to this particular happiness: "Friends are the family you choose for yourself."

3. Reading. Nothing allows you to escape quite like a good book. Whether it's off to a different time, or to a different world, the mind of a child, or that of some alien creature, the words that jump off of a page and transports you to a different reality are priceless indeed. You can glean hope, humor, and perhaps a lesson or two about life from a few pages in a book, or you can have a completely life-altering experience in just a few hundred pages because books allow you to become someone different in just a matter of seconds like nothing else could. The pen is mightier than the sword; no sword ever left a girl lusting after vampires, or boys flying on dragons, and that, my friends, is true magic indeed.

4. Writing. If you cannot find what it is you want to read, that's what writing is for. The worlds that you would love to live in are there in your head, and all you need do to step into them is to put them down on paper, even if only for your own eyes. The written word doesn't just belong to the author from some faraway place. It also belongs to you.

5. Chocolate. No woman should ever live without it. Wars would be fought if chocolate became so scarce, there'd be a shortage. I'm quite cranky when I don't get my fix, and as the husband knows, a cranky korean is far more deadly than an pissed off potogee.

6. Sleep. I don't get enough of it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that has nothing on me and my sleep. If I could, I'd spend an entire week sleeping. As it is, I get to spend a couple of hours in slumber, and those hours are so precious, you... my precious... my PRECIOUS!!!


Okay, back to the requirements. Yeah.

Here are four friend blogs, and one non-friend related blogs that I have chosen for this award. Visit them - or else I won't eat chocolate, and I won't sleep, and I'll hunt you down.

It's a Prozac Life belongs to my partner in forum crime.

A Hippie Liberal Mom Chronicle is the lovechild of Cheech & Chong and Hillary Clinton's Hair Dresser all rolled up into one neat and tidy package of sarcasm. She's a gem, this one.

Overdosing on Nostalgia is the blog maintained by the internet's resident vegan who does what I wish I could if I didn't like the taste of dead flesh so much.

Desperately Seeking Sanity is what happens when a mom of three turns into the coupon clipping maniac who also happens to have a pretty keen sense of humor.

Little Ashes is the unofficial blog for the fictional-account-turned-art-house-film about Salvadore Dali's sensual relationship with close friend, Federico Garcia Lorca. I'm a diehard Dali fan, and am looking incredibly forward to seeing this movie!

Funny thing, that feedit widget that a lot of us have in our blogs. It allows us to see from where a reader is coming from, the method they used to get to our blogs. Sometimes, they'll come from a search. Two days after installing my nifty little widget, I have my first google search result, and apparently, whomever it was that arrived did so after searching for a poem about peace and bathrooms.

He stumbled upon my Twilight poem, which is the furthest thing from bathroom peace poetry there is, but all the same, it was pretty amusing to know that such a thing exists, and that one would be searching for it.

So, here's to you, Mr. Bathroom Peace Poem man, (or woman), a poem about peace. In the bathroom.


Haiku

Crisp.Cold.Quiet.Light.
Like a dawn after the rain
Flushed tranquility

I'm done trying to edit my stupid blog layout, and have chosen to use a premade one permanently. I like this one, it's brown, and it works cleanly in a three column layout like how I wanted. I was not having an easy time with trying to get the stupid blog roll to work on anything I did otherwise, so there you go.

I suck.

I'm not ashamed to admit it. There are worse things to be than inept when it comes to getting a stupid blogger function to work right on 99.9% of the layouts attempted on it. And besides, this layout allowed me to utilize that oh so nifty photo slideshow function that you see to your left featuring the oh so yummy Robert Pattinson.

I know, why am I speaking about him as though he were a morsel, a tidbit for consumption? Simple, my dears. He's tasty.

Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

My blog roll will never go up. I think that little sidebar widget is a dud. I tried twice last night, once just now, and it keeps going buh-bye on me. I simply don't have it in me to do it again, not with pieces to fire and orders to send to the printers. It's bugging me...like a damn mosquito bite. I know I'll just have to edit the code, do it manually, but that's a pain in the ass, and I don't like pains in the ass.

Also, thanks to a very large order, I was unable to finish the damn background images for ASOTBW, so it's going to be stuck looking like this for a little while longer. Perhaps this is providence. Maybe my blog roll won't work until everything is done the way I want it?

I know.

Wishful thinking.

But a girl can hope, can't she?

Bah.

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.

A simple thing, friendship. Simple in that it can be created in the blink of an eye. One minute, you're strangers, the next, you're sharing your deepest secrets.

Far more complex is the end of a friendship.

Often, it simply dies. Quick, slow, the deaths occur either way.

But, there are the rare occasions when you discover that there is no death, for that which does not exist cannot die.

What then, can one do when someone you thought was a friend, chooses to slice you to the core? Betray you with confidences once entrusted to them? Flaunt said confidences? Out of spite? Vindictiveness? Show no remorse? Laugh?

Moreover, what do you do when those around you witness such events, and choose to turn a blind eye? Their voices silent, while you weep? Those who would call you friend in the shadows, but not in the light?

The herd is thinning. Who will the wolf eat, once she's picked off all of the other sheep?

When they came for you, there will be no one left to speak out.

What makes up a dumbass?

There are many components, really. For starters, there are the feet. Two normally useful appendages commonly utilized for walking, are merely transportation devices meant for the delivery of dumbassdom to any vicinity. Next, we examine the hands. Capable of creation for most people, the hands of a dumbass are capable of only ridiculous gesticulations during some rabid attack of interpretive dance induced, gogo dancing inspired diatribe about politics. Confused? Imagine how the dumbass feels.

Now we come to the mouth. Less environmentally friendly items have come out of Chernobyl than from this orifice. With the ability to drop a pound of bullshit in a single syllable, the mouth of a dumbass could be its most formidable weapon. Of course, all one need do is wait for the rest of the word to realize that it'll most likely be mispronounced, a few extra syllables added on for effect, and completely taken out of context. (e.g. Strategery)

But, before we lay all of our eggs in the basket of oral idiocy, let us not forget the eyes. The eyes are the windows into one's soul, it has been exclaimed. In the eyes of a dumbass, all you're usually left wondering is if you'd do more harm than good with some windex.

Finally, we have traveled to the brain. Truly the core of the dumbass, the center of its own universe. What riddles can be solved here? What mysteries shall we uncover the truth to here?

Nothing.

I've made oodles of changes to this stupid blog, and every time I come back to check on it, it's all gone...all of it. My blog roll...gone. My images...gone. My widgets...gone.

It's much easier using my own host...*poundering*

I've already received a few complaints about the layout. It doesn't view well in firefox, the main browser for just about everyone I know, and you know what? That's perfectly okay. It's only temporary. I plan on working on the perma-layout in the next few days, and basically know how it's going to look, graphics and all. It's going to be totally different esthetically from the daisyflight blog, mainly in its tone.

I'm trying to sell something there, people!

Flushing out thoughts requires me to be absorbed. Dark, dank, dreary. I was an emo kid in another life.

As for what reasoning is behind the title of this blog, it's quite simple: some of the best things I have ever read was written on the wall/door of a public bathroom. I actually read one of my favorite quotes for the first time ON a bathroom door. It's not a coincidence that the famous Rodin statue, The Thinker, looks like he's sitting on a toilet.

I cannot guarantee that what I'll submit here will be the best I've ever written. I can only admit to it being the best I was capable of submitting at the time. I am not the Cindy Crawford of Blogging. I'm more of a Stacey McKenzie type. I don't have to constantly keep my veneer of perfection up. I can be who I am, freckles and all. That seems to be the hardest part for many bloggers, from what I have seen. They try so hard to keep it "good", keep it "fresh", keep it "pretty". There's nothing pretty about beauty. Especially if that's all anyone ever wants.

So anyway, there you go. I'm not perfect, won't ever claim to be, and definitely won't try to. In the blogosphere, I'm an insignificant blip, a lone pixel in a 10x13 ai file. I'm just one of many, swimming upstream, hoping that one day, my eggs will hatch.

And if you're wondering how many more metaphors and analogies I can fit into this blog, don't. You'll never come up with a figure high enough.

So, enjoy the read, hate it, or feel nothing. Either way, I'm going to keep on posting. My only concession is that, once again, I will be changing the layout soon.

I'm taking a dip, letting my toes feel the temperature. Will I like it? Will it be a cold shock to my system? Will it be a warm, comforting, ever enveloping blanket? Either way, I'm going to get wet here, and there's no turning back.

I forgot my towel.

Here's to happy blogging, angry blogging, melancholy blogging, and just because blogging. I've got a lot to say, and only two hands to get all of it out. You know that old joke about potagee women? How if you wanted to gag them, you would have to tie their hands? The same can be said of bloggers. Without our ever impending carpal tunnel syndrome, our cans of red bull, our RSS and podcasts, and the occasional jaunt to the loo, we're nothing. We're worse than nothing. We're Fox News reporters. We're Bill O'Reilly.

Lord save us from such a fate!