Thursday, January 26, 2006

confession: a mango made me cry

i just realized i'm totally pms-ing. i'm not very wise to recognizing it, but then a moment ago i was eating a mango and it was delicious and perfect (i was so glad i waited for it to ripen) and i want to write poetry about it and it was dripping all down my arms and i started crying. crying at it's sherbert orange color and taste that grows on a tree and that i'm so happy i'm the type of person who lets mangos drip wide open and messy. then it started making sense that it was that time. i'm not disregarding these feelings, just feeling weepy and overly sensitive than my usual sensitive self.

in addition to letting mangos drip, i'm also the type of person who will pick rice crackers off of the floor and eat them (even if it's been there awhile). and also the type of person who will roll around in the sand at the beach and then go to bed with out rinsing it off and then sleep in a sandy bed! after i garden i like to keep the dirt under my fingernails for a while too. i don't mind paint either. i'll wear the same sweater for weeks. i'm also not at all squeamish about food... i'm always in the clean plate club even if it's slop. i can't wait for children and fingerpainting and smearing of peanut butter on their faces. or maybe i can, since H and i are already so messy! am i grossing you out? do you want to have dinner at my house? ha ha

10 comments:

Brenda said...

I thought I was the only one like that!

jenny vorwaller said...

why yes, i do. ill bring dessert. and max! we'd make brilliant messes together. :)

tania said...

hee hee, i wear the same jeans for ever and i almost bever wash sweaters because its slightly too much trouble to take them to the laundromat.
:)

rachel said...

SARK talks about letting mango juice drip down your arms!

blackbird said...

I might (want to have dinner at your house)!
I like passionate people.

risa said...

i was always the girl with marker all over her hands and arms and food in her hair (and still am). do i get an invite to dinner?
congrats on the illustration. i bet a children´s book is just around the corner...
also, typepad has a stas counter thingy that let´s you see how many hits you get and where they´re from. i´m a little obsessed with it. :)

christine said...

i cry at everything when i'm about to start my period. my tears know no bounds! case in point: there was some lame-o heather locklear movie out recently and the trailer made me tear up. rama could only laugh.

Stef said...

you are not alone my friend, you are not alone!

la vie en rose said...

if you ask me that's the perfect way to eat a mango.

funny kid-with-pb story for you...one morning when my son was younger he was enjoying a pb on a spoon and he started rubbing the pb all over his highchair. i told him that the pb needed to go IN his belly. i walked away and when i came back he was smiling at me proudly, his shirt lifted high with his hand, and the other hand was spreading the pb ON his belly...hehe...

Swirly said...

I am envious...I am such a neat freak. Although I do love how dirty my hands get when I work - charcoal, paint, glitter, pencil smudges, glue. When I wash my hands the water draining down the sink is filthy!