You don't say?

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Quiz swiped from dear OmegaMom.

Asthma sucks, part 317

The boys and I have caught colds, and BoyStar ended up in the Er Wednesday when his asthma flared. Asthma sucks. And I am too exhausted to write anything, but not too exhausted to play with fun blog quizzes.

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

What Part of Fall Are You?

Your French Name is:

Isabelle Billard

What's Your French Name?

You Are Best Described By...

(Stamped) Lips by Andy Warhol

What Famous Work of Art Are You?

You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie

Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting. You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

You Are Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream

You just don't know when you've had enough (or too much)!

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

The days are very long

Yesterday was one of those days.

One of those days when I wish I were one of those cool moms. You know, the moms who take it all in stride, who pick up the camera and laugh when their kids behave in a way that warrants being listed for sale on eBay. When the baby decides it's fun to sample everything in the fridge and pull knives out of the dishwasher if it's unlocked, and turn it on if it is locked, and the preschoooler is experimenting with irony and hyperbole and directing it all at mom, and then the baby decides to climb up on the diningroom table, take all the flowers out of the vase, dump out half the dirt in the housplants, and then play with the prisms on the chandelier --because how dare mommy attempt to do housework.

I'm not that mom.

I'm the mom who puts the kids to bed early and hides in the bathtub with a drink.

Earworms

So, my life these days: working on the house, herding the kids, new boots, and earworms. Seriously though, was there anything on earth quite as spine-tingling as Jeff Buckley's voice?

Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind so
You never know

Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won't ever come
It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...
It's never over,
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh... lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.