Monday, March 01, 2004

My Little Girl is a Laughing Thing My little girl is a laughing thing. A spindly-legged, curled in my arms, look at me I’m naked thing. A tickle in the morning, blow on her tummy, bounce out of bed thing. A hands on, no fear, her body is my body thing. My middle girl is a blossoming thing. A budding, elbows and knees, horses and rainbow thing. A lie on the bed, kiss on the cheek, tickle but be careful thing. A hugging, sacred, her body is her own thing. My oldest girl is a womanly thing. A breasted, sexual, hidden thing. A stare at the bed, sit on the edge and shake gently thing. A hands off, fear this, I know nothing of her body thing. And I, it seems, am a watching thing. A stand on the platform waving thing. A smelling the smoke, seeing the cars, afraid of the caboose thing. A sad and lonely, smiling and fading thing. rlp [Real Live Preacher] RLP can sure bring a smile to my face and give me that warm & fuzzy feeling.  This made me want to hold a baby...while it's still a wonderful, amazing baby... Comments4:44:00 PM

Study: Blogging Still Infrequent (AP). AP - Despite the potential of turning every Internet user into a publisher, relatively few have created Web journals called blogs and even fewer do so with regularity, a new study finds. [Yahoo! News - Technology] Interesting to hear how many folks start this and then stop completely. Comments4:43:05 PM

Sizing Up America: Signs of Expansion. A new survey confirms what other statistics have shown: that Americans have grown. By Kate Zernike. [New York Times: NYT HomePage] Size stuff is interesting to me.  Comments4:41:46 PM

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