fanatical criminal

“A child does not have to be motivated to learn; in fact, learning cannot be stopped. A child will focus on the world around him and long to understand it. He will want to know why things are the way they are. He won’t have to be told to be curious; he will just be curious. He has no desire to be ignorant; rather he wants to know everything. ” —Valerie Fitzenreiter, in The Unprocessed Child: Living Without School

 

 

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

the logical song by supertramp

scallymama makes a cameo

my son bought me a cameo necklace at a garge garage sale three years ago. the chain broke. last year  i bought a cool beaded necklace that i adored. the pendant broke. this morning i glued the cameo on to my cool beaded necklace. now, i have the best of both worlds. close to my heart.

food scallywaif style – pegleg pimento

we are flexitarians. flexible vegetarians. it’s the best way to describe our… undiet. i am preparing food scallywaif style. today’s special: pegleg pimento sandwiches with potato and leak leek soup. just last month i hated pimento sandwiches. i would rather lick the bottom of your boot than eat a pimento sandwich. but a few weeks ago, my MIL made the most divine sandwiches i have ever tasted. i couldn’t believe it was pimento. NOTHING pimento-ee about them… other than the pimentos. let me take you there: imagine soft cream cheese. imagine a little shredded sharp cheddar. imagine a little garlic. imagine a few pimentos. imagine it blended beautifully all together in one big dreamy creamy and rich mound of goodness. imagine eating it open face with garlic clove bread. i am getting a stiffy just thinking about it. 

 

how to cuss like a SAILOR

i’ve been thinking about my colorful language lately. i’ve also been observing people since…well… almost forever. i am fully convinced that it was destined for me to see things from a completely different perspective — my blessing and no pun intended, my curse. on the subject of cussing, people who pat themselves on the back because they use substitutes like dang and crap, but continue to beat people down verbally with criticism and snide remarks are pretty much full of shit. spare me your clean version of shit, especially when it’s obvious that your heart is filled with venom toward any person who may intimidate you… for whatever reason.  it doesn’t bother me if my son says damn or hell, but it would bother me if  he actually sent a curse to someone. and my definitions of cursing are as followed: being negative toward someones enthusiasm, tearing another person down to make himself feel “on top”, spreading gossip, drawing conclusions based on a tidbit of info thus destroying another person’s character. stirring up unnecessary shit because you have nothing else better to do. these things are not ok. this is real cursing. this is hateful talk. this is the dangerous stuff.  it peeves me that so-called dignified types curse people up and down leaving bloody marks with their mouths, yet turn around and pat themselves on the back because they don’t “cuss”. my response other than this here blog entry is: dang. that sure is crappy, you big meanie heads!
meanie heads = shit heads = dip shidiots.

walking my own plank and writing about it.

 

i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.