Some people use clocks, others the sun, some get really crazy and ask someone else, but not me... 9:30 pm, rain or shine, Disneyland fireworks are lighting up the sky over my house and so at least once a day, I always know what time it is.

Anyway.

I've been listening to The Cab a lot recently. I can't really bring myself to listen to Panic at the Disco just yet. I know, I clearly have issues. Again, anyway. So the singer from The Cab is also the songwriter, and that translates to writin

AHHHH! Blogus interuptus! A BEE just buzzed me... in my own f**king house! f**k him! Do I go to his hive and buzz his wife and make her scream and flail and flee? Do I!? No, I didn't think so!

Anyway.

As I was saying, songwriting, translates to writing, which means, by default, he's a thinker, a dreamer, an imaginer. He wrote a whole blog the other day about taking the time to remember what it's like to dream and imagine, to remember what it feels like to not let the responsibilities of every day life bog you down or make you say 'I can't'.

I think that I'm very guilty of this. I've grown accustomed to using my kids, mostly, and other people as my excuse. I can't go to school because I'll miss their childhood stuck in some classroom and studying. I can't go exercise because I'll have to drag them along with me or leave them home alone for an hour. I can't get my books published because they aren't mainstream stories and places like Borders won't sell them.

Life is too short for I can't. I think we all need to try and remember how to say I want, I wish, I hope. Remember when you sang into your hairbrush because you knew someday you'd trade it for a real microphone or when you bandaged up a baby bird's wing, knowing that he would fly again because of you. Why not give someone a hand up instead of holding yourself down?

Anyway.

You get the idea. Thanks, Alex, for reminding me. I hope someday you'll get to be batman.

Hugs,

Viv