Saturday, January 7, 2012

Makin the sex

Maybe im thinking about makin the sex here. I can't remember...
I grew up in apartments and when I started wearing make up I discovered it was alot easier to take it in the living room where there are windows than the bathroom which had the crappiest lighting in the world.  Since then every place I have lived I have always put my makeup on in the living room. Plus I can watch TV and make sure COnor is eating and not goofin off before school. ( yes I will get to the sex part in a minute hold your horses!)

Also the other day Larry and I watched a movie where a young woman walks in the living room barely dressed where another couple has come to visit and asks her boyfriend "We are makin the sex with them?' Which totally cracked me up. I loved her phrasing.

So its Friday morning. Im doing my makeup,  a movie is on TV,  The wife is begging the husband to come upstairs because they have not had sex for a week. Conor walks in and sits down to eat his cereal as the scene switches to the couples little boy going outside to sit on the porch after his folks run upstairs.

Conor: "Whys the little boy outside?"

Me: "Because he doesn't want to hear his parents."

Conor :" Hear his parents do what?"

Me: "Hear his parents upstairs makin the sex."

Conor: "WHAT? They should not do that with a baby in the house!"

Me: "Conor people don't stop makin the sex just because they have kids, we did it all the time."

Conor: " Wait what? No I didn't need to know that Mom! But you don't not now..."

Me: " Yes now your Dad and I  still have sex. "

Talk about shock and raw.... Totally scarred for life. Therapy til he's oh 80...

Then I told him a funny story about my friend. She was about 9. She came in and heard her parents. She realized what they were doing and was so traumatized she went out to her tree house, ate a entire box of cookies, crying for hours because she thought they didnt have sex because she was adopted so why would they need to do that?

Get a room you two!

At the same time Larry walked in. I was standing up and he grabbed me said " Hey COnor Im kissing your Mom" and gave me a big ole smooch...

COnor ran screaming away....

We got in the car and I said are you OK? He said I guess. I said OK you think thats bad let me tell you some stories about you and your penis......

My poor poor child, he laughed all the way to school...

Monday, January 2, 2012


Larry and I had an interesting conversation yesterday about Spirituality.  What it means to different people. My perception of spirituality is probably not going to be the same as yours. My friend says hers is love and friendship.  That when she is surrounded by people who love her it feels like it fills her spirit.
My son was the most  open. He said when he thinks of spirituality he thinks of relationship with God and his connection. Praying for someone hopefully believing in it or just praising God during worship.
He also mentioned feeling a sense of meditation and connectedness when he rides his skateboard, skimboarding in the surf a sort of moving in the moment not thinking just moving. Or playing his cello getting lost in it. But my favorite was when he said "Im alone in the peace an quiet I have been looking for and am in a mode where I am alright within my space."

 I think probably a broad def. would be when you think about your place in the world, why you are here, what you believe about life, your connectedness, meditation, prayer, praise....
When I consider what moves my spirit one of the things I think of is when two people are deeply in love and create a life.  I knew the night I conceived my son. I felt as if I had been made new in the arms of my husband. The idea of loves life force being made into flesh is very profound. Like Gods son
 Loving on and caring for animals. The sweetness of animals, the unconditional love they offer. When I consider the place they have in this world and how dependant we are on them... Gods garden
The mountains. Just the heigth , the ruggedness, the look of touching the sky. My smallness next to what has been on the planet and will remain even after we are long gone. Gods hand...
The beauty and power of music. The dance between student and teacher, the work between cello and fingers, the knowledge that thier has been this ritual since the creation of beat and rhyme and story...Gods voice
A place. Whether a place of joy or profound sadness like this place where they put the Indians to begin the walk up the trail of tears. My ancestors who walked that trail .....Gods pain

old friendship. My friend and I made these footprints together. 30 years before we had stood together on the same sand and made footprints. Feeling connected on a level like nobody else. I think only women who have been through alot together can be spiritually bound like I am to her. Gods compassion
The ocean. the power, the life force, the fact that it can caress you and the next minute sweep you off never to be seen again. Gods power
Light and dark. How we must have both. Birth and death, pleasure and pain, bitter and sweet,
Sunrise and sunset, storms and then the calm, Gods will....

As COnor says SPIRICHOOL is a mode where Im alright within my space...