Little Birdie

Oh Belly of mine, how you have grown.
Through thick and thicker you have been there.
You have stayed close to me even as you protrude
farther out into the wide, wide world.

Now as I look down…at my toes
My heart is filled with so much woe
How could you leave me oh Belly?
Yet as I come to grips with this loss
I feel…lighter, somehow.

So as you depart from my life
I will remember the couch we shared.
All the fat, all the sugar
Disappears as I drink more water.

So long, sucka!!

Recently I have noticed that I really get emotionally involved in my loved ones’ lives and situations. Sometimes it’s to the point where I’m the one losing all the sleep, and I’m the one holding on to old hurts even when everyone else has moved on…and sometimes, I’m only peripherally, if at all involved in the situation.

I know this is an integral part of my personality. I care deeply, and I value friendship and love above most other things. When I’m emotionally unhealthy, this spawns a deep need to please other people, often to the detriment of myself. This need clouds my judgment and often I can end up making things worse for everyone.

The bottom line is, when I see someone hurting, I want to fix it, especially if it’s someone I love. And I can’t always do that, so instead I just get all twisted up inside about the situation.

I was talking about this trait last night, and wishing out loud that I could just flip a switch to turn the anxiety off. But my husband reminded me that the same switch is connected to compassion, and once off, it’s really hard to turn it back on. I guess I’d rather keep it all on than turn it all off, but there’s got to be some middle ground in there, where I can keep the compassion but let God handle the anxiety.

Really, I’m not the one holding all things together - God is. It’s my responsibility to make known my requests to God through prayer and petition and trust Him to work it out.

Man, I am such a control freak.

Lemme just say. The “new”…I mean, “young”…James Bond is H-A-W-T. A couple of good friends from work took one for the team and went with me to see Casino Royale even though they had already seen it once.

Yeah. Big sacrifice.

A couple of things though. I know Bond is Bond, and you can’t really screw that up. But this was supposed to be a prequel. James Bond, wet behind the ears, reckless, arrogant. And, most notably, YOUNGER than the other Bonds. This guy did not look younger. If anything, he looked older than Pierce Brosnan. I’m just sayin’.

Also, what’s with the timeline and technological inconsistencies? M talked about being in a post-9/11 world, there were cell phones ringing all over the place…that really irks me. If you’re going to make a prequel, be consistent. James Bond can still be a bad-ass without all the new-age cool toys. He can have cool toys from the old school.

Not only that, he only drove one hot car. Well, two, but one didn’t really count. The first car they had him drive was a - get this - FORD. Found On Road Dead. Now, I love me some Ford diesel trucks. But this was a Focus (or maybe a 500, I don’t know, they all look alike) for crying out loud. James Bond has no business driving a Ford.

Other than that, the movie smoked. The guy in the beginning chase scene did all his own stunts. Oh. Man. That guy is AWESOME. I would go again just to see him.

Going to Chincoteague this weekend with ma doodies. w00t!