Wistful dreaming of the future.
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judecorpI love this song. I have loved this song for as long as I can remember knowing it. Equally as long, I have dreamed of the day when I will sing it to my children.
It's in my head now. And I'm thinking about children. I was talking to Schoolmate Brenda yesterday during our meagre break about children. (Brenda just had an 'oops' baby girl nearly 20 years after her youngest son was born.) Brenda knows (it came up during her pregnancy) that I have pregnancy-a-phobia, and she knows that I can't have children (a quirk of fate that I think works out quite well), but she perpetually teases me about "the day I will change my mind."
But I digress. Yesterday in the hallway, Brenda was talking about my having kids. And I once again reminded her, "Brenda, I'm not having kids. I'm adopting kids." And with all of her you-need-to-have-a-baby enthusiasm she chirped, "You never know. Your partner may want to have a baby." And for all of my talk of being afraid of pregnant women (which Brenda teases me mercilessly about, and did so while she was bouyant with the alien growth), the thought made me smile. The smiling startled me.
Of course, then Brenda started talking about how I would like to rub my pregnant partner's belly and feel the baby kick, and I got all squicky again. Heh. Poor Brenda. She tries so hard. Kasey is cute, though, six months old. =)
St. Judy's Comet
Words and music by Paul Simon
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
It's in my head now. And I'm thinking about children. I was talking to Schoolmate Brenda yesterday during our meagre break about children. (Brenda just had an 'oops' baby girl nearly 20 years after her youngest son was born.) Brenda knows (it came up during her pregnancy) that I have pregnancy-a-phobia, and she knows that I can't have children (a quirk of fate that I think works out quite well), but she perpetually teases me about "the day I will change my mind."
But I digress. Yesterday in the hallway, Brenda was talking about my having kids. And I once again reminded her, "Brenda, I'm not having kids. I'm adopting kids." And with all of her you-need-to-have-a-baby enthusiasm she chirped, "You never know. Your partner may want to have a baby." And for all of my talk of being afraid of pregnant women (which Brenda teases me mercilessly about, and did so while she was bouyant with the alien growth), the thought made me smile. The smiling startled me.
Of course, then Brenda started talking about how I would like to rub my pregnant partner's belly and feel the baby kick, and I got all squicky again. Heh. Poor Brenda. She tries so hard. Kasey is cute, though, six months old. =)
St. Judy's Comet
Words and music by Paul Simon
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb
Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake
Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies
Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast
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Date: 2002-01-11 07:46 am (UTC)I woke up in sweats, with my heart pounding. I have never been so scared in my whole life. I took a pregnancy test the next day, even though I hadn't even been in the situation where I could have become pregnant in a year.
So, umm, I know how you feel.
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Date: 2002-01-11 08:42 am (UTC)I can't tell you how much that weirded me out. Like, rip out my stomach kind of weirded out.
Ick.
But I *so* want a little karate kid so that I can dress her in a gi and send her to karate.
I'm destined to be a karate mom.
On gis.
Date: 2002-01-11 08:47 am (UTC)I'm wearing Baga's yellow shirt, a white tank top, and khakis.
A gi? She's nuts.
Re: On gis.
Date: 2002-01-11 08:55 am (UTC)But I will say that she is definately on crack. =)
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Date: 2002-01-11 09:27 am (UTC)Since she will be a karate little girl, and I am karate-clueless.
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Date: 2002-01-11 09:28 am (UTC)Don't toy with my emotions like that!
I would adore being her adoptive karate mom. I'll come up for all her belt tests! And I'll send her karate goodies.
OK. Now I'm all distracted......
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Date: 2002-01-11 02:07 pm (UTC)