Monday, July 23, 2012


I'm sitting here reading The History of Love, which I am loving by the way, listening to the icy rain as it hits the window, what a great, great sound. Little tick, ticks...

It made me pause in my reading as if someone was trying to get my attention.

Well, I'm listening.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Inside My Purse

Inside my purse is a scary place
the scariest place I know.
Got things in there that growl and moan
things that have hair that grows. (I know, I've seen it)
Is that makeup I see? Lipstick perhaps?
or something I was planning to eat?
And what's that ticking noise I hear?
My son's wind up toy with feet? (I truly hope so)
Every once and a while I have to go in
searching for a license or floss.
But damned if sometimes I don't pull out
a clump of hair or is it moss? (I just tossed it back)
It's a love/hate relationship I have with my purse
I love to spend money on them.
I love the styles, the way that they look
With the new outfit I bought for the gym. (Hey, a girl should always look good.)
The bigger the bag the scarier it gets
with the bottom never to be felt
I just have one thing more to say...
If I'm not out in a minute...send help.

I feel like I have to add an addendum here. This was way before I bought the Coach purse. You would never find food or moss or even floss in that bag.  These were my cheapy bags.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Changes...and isn't that what life is about?

Well, I have certainly let things slide here at Moon Clippings. In my defense, life has a way of creating these changing tides sometimes, like a rip tide. And like a rip tide, if you fight it, you will lose. I decided to ride the wave and although it has pushed me further and further away from what I thought I wanted and into some very murky waters, I am relinquishing. And you know, I am ever curious about where this ride will take me.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Isn't She Lovely

Yup got my first Coach bag this month and can I tell you the first thing I did was text my husband to tell him I'm leaving him for my bag. I am so in love!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I Feel Like Making Love

Oh yah!!! Just sitting  here thinking about that song...Bad Company! Great song! But really when does he not feel like making love?

It got me thinking, as I am wont to do. About the term "making love". And I have to think that a man, very cleverly, mind you, made this term up.

Think about it. Way back when women didn't really like sex, I mean, can you blame them?  I think there were holes in the sheets strategically aligned with the vag and, well, it doesn't sound very romantic. So, years later, the guys thinking, I'd like to get a little more visual with this hole thing (pun intended). But she's all shy and he starts thinking of ways to make it sound more enticing.

"Hey, honey, wanna make a baby?" She's got like 19 children (and counting) and is like "f... you".

Then he tries, "hey, baby doll, wanna help me find some release?" Thinking he'd appeal to her nurturing, helpful side. "Whatever."

Still trying, "Lovey? Want me to sidle up next to you and slip you something you've been dying for?" She's like, "If it's a valium, sure."

"Um, want to intercourse with me? Sexual fun stuff?" Ain't working.

So, you can see how this isn't really going his way. Then he has this brain storm. He's gonna call it making loooovee!!!

Oh, how perfect. What woman wouldn't swoon. And swoon we did. Oh...he wants to make love. To create something. This man who can't even make a grilled cheese, wants to, wants to....oh, he wants to make love to me and with me and make love, make love yipeeeee!!!

Holey sheets were removed and holy sheet we were making love.

So, the moral of this story is. When you want to go out and get your hair done, buy a new whatever, car, doesn't really matter, just call it "making your boobs bigger".

"Honey, I'm going out to make my boobs bigger, okay?" "Sure thing, sweetness, oh can you make me a grilled cheese before you go?"

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Dear Producers of Medium,

That was completely uncalled for.

Killing off my beloved Joe was a joke! Thinking that Allison is going to spend the rest of her life without him causes me heart ache. Not all series finales need to end in death to be great. Okay, Six Feet Under was and will always be the best series ending I have ever seen. And Lost, well...that was okay. But, Joe and Allison? Nope.

That was the one thing we loved about this family...their togetherness, the bond, the family (did I say family?).  It was all about this great family dynamic.  The show provided an escapism into a world that was very similar to our own (which is paradoxical, I guess)  - minus the talking to dead people, of course. You took that away. I mean, even to the point that they weren't together at the very end. She dies was stupid and didn't fit the past 7 years. It was a cop-out! Shame on you.

I think if you had ended the show with last week's episode, I would have been fine. Just Allison going on with her life with her family behind her supporting her. Awesomeness!

So, you will excuse me if I will forever think that Joe and Allison are on their back deck, him lovingly massaging her feet while she blathers on about some poor murdered girl reaching out from behind the grave and haunting her dreams.
Yup, Joe is right beside her.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Do I Have A Problem With This?

Okay, I love the idea but it's gotta be wrong on so many levels.

Explanation: Son got invited to Timmy's birthday party. Invite said the day, time, and activity. Great. Invite also told me where I could find Timmy's wish basket. Say, What? Yup, just go into the store, ask the cashier for Timmy's wish basket and viola - pick one, pay for it, and be done.

One the one hand - this is awesome. I don't have to bug my son to come up with something he thinks this kid will like. "I don't know if he likes lego, mom!!" And what about the time savings. It'll take nothing to grab something from that basket and be done.

But the other hand. Is this what birthday presents have come to? Isn't it a gift that we think you'll like? Doesn't Timmy want to be surprised? And what are we teaching the little Timmys of this world? To not only expect to be given something, but exactly what he "wishes" for?  Damn. I remember telling my kids to put on that "it's awesome" face, smile and thank the friend politely. It's a great lesson for later in life, no?

But, it's so convenient. No, it's bad, it's horrible. I'm happy to not have to think about what to get. Sad, really. Hey, don't we do this exact thing for weddings and baby showers? Don't we pick out stuff we want to get? We're only thinking of our guests, making it easy for them, right? Yah, right!

Okay, so back to the 12 year old's party. Where do I stand? I would never do it, but, honestly, I'm glad they did.

Monday, January 3, 2011

You Know Your Boobs Are Small...When....

I'm sure this has happened to many, many moms out there....

You're in Pump and Pilates class, thinking that your December hiatus from the gym may not have been a very good idea or that perhaps your top has shrunk because, damned, you can see the sports bra mashing the boobies. Wow. Did I gain weight up there? Funny, they didn't look any bigger this morning.

So, you start working out and during the kick backs to help the ol' triceps, you think to yourself. "Self,  I don't ever remember being able to see your bra straps when you wear your racer back top."

Then it dawns you...your  sports bras are all racer backs!

Then it really dawns on you...'cause even from this bent over, precarious position, you can see that your small boobies are struggling against all hope to be free. Because....are you ready??

You're wearing your 11 year old's training bra....ouch!