Wednesday, August 28, 2013
I threw open the bathroom door and started screaming bloody murder for my daughter, “Lillian! Lillian!”
She shouted back at me, “What is it mama? I’m eating.”
I shouted back, “Lily, you get in here right now.”
She ran to the bathroom door and said, “What’s wrong?
I replied completely flustered and aggravated, “Lillian, this bra is definitely not a 40D, it’s got to be either 36 or 38. My boobs have just been murdered by this horrible bra. Oh my God, and it even says 40D. Here, you can have it now, it’s definitely closer to your size.”
She looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”
I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely sure, my boobs felt like they were being tortured.”
So, I wrestled on one of my bras that I knew without a doubt fit me just fine, and I decided to measure the demonic medieval torture device that had crept into my collection; and sure enough it was a 36C. I haven’t wore that size since long before my children were born.
I’m quite sure there are some men out there that thinks this whole episode of my life is just ridiculous, and that’s fine; but I do dare you to buy a pair underwear that grips your balls in a vice before leaving some silly comment that is quite irrelevant. ©
Karen L. Fleming, Written: 8.18.13
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Elaine sent me some wonderful soaps and candles from Brazil at the end of last year, and the girls asked me if they could have some; so, I told them, "Yes, you can have one each."
Brianna stomped out of the bathroom soaking wet, dripping water all over the hardwood floors. She leaned abruptly onto the evil black couch of endless laundry and in a huff with extreme discontent she said, "Mom, I'm out of my banana soap."
I looked at her and said, "Honey, just use the other soap."
She stared at me in disbelief raising her voice just a bit and said, "No!"
I replied a bit shocked, "Brianna what in the world do you expect me to do? Get on a plane and go to Brazil just to get you some banana soap?"
She looked at me very seriously and said, "Yes!"
She then turned to her right and marched directly back into my bathroom and slammed the door.
Now most people would think Brianna was being a bit bratty, but as soon as I heard the door slam shut I started laughing hysterically.
It’s quite obvious to me now, I gave birth to two little princesses that expect the best at all times; and honestly, to expect less in a person’s life is simply absurd unless of course that’s what a person truly wants. ;) ©
Karen L. Fleming
Originally written: 3:45 p.m. Est., 1.21.13
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
On deaf ears at times
I could have screamed
In your awaiting ear drums
And still somehow
You wouldn’t have heard me
Your notions of reality
Sway so far from mine
Holding on for years
At a time I have
All burdens rested
Solely on your shoulders
Yet, wrong again you are
Those chess pieces
Clumsily you arrange
Kings and Queens
My heart shattered
Evoking a tidal wave
Of cosmic gamma rays
The infinite multiverse
A trusted ambassador
When she visited
Tears fell as oceans
Even in densest dominions
A useless commerce of destruction
You allege to know so well
Was composed as a union
Within in the confines
Of love’s pure embrace
Never to be shaken
To anyone beyond
From the very moment
The first universe
Gasped for the new brewed oxygen
We were and always have been ©
Karen L. Fleming, Brilliance Rains
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