trying to catch up...no pun intended. I'll be blogging at a site near you tomorrow. In the meantime...lunch and music free here...(smiles)

Today the part of Tammy will be played by Grendel’s mother.

Ah yes, I lie in waiting….faceless and unseen in the primordial abyss. The roiling sludge bubbles up from my psyche to release noxious oozing vibrations that permeate my existence as far as my span of toxic influence can spread over the bog that is this life. I coil and writhe in angst as I consider the protection of my offspring, my Grendel. Truth is I wait only for the great Nordic beast master to slay me simply because I am female and never to be trusted….esteemed….understood…I am a monster.

So I spent the day at the office being scolded, harangued and rushed through the daily drudge – simply because I used logic (how inappropriate when I could have fawned at the behemoth’s feet in utter despair and been spared the strain of a logical decision) I drag myself to sanctuary only to find that the monkeys have taken over the pagoda and I devoid of internal fire rest upon my tattered rug only to be flogged repeatedly because I committed the sin only allowed by the ever so advanced male monkey – yes I sat on my lazy butt and watched Ugly Betty whilst they attended a scream fest concert….and upon return the 10 year old Chosen One did not in fact have two matching sox laid out lovingly for the morn. You see along with scrubbing the stone floors with my hair, scraping slime off the sacred fountain with my teeth, and nursing the sacred elephant from my own breast – I failed to excrete the necessary garments for my ever so loving child. Um yeah.

and they wonder why I am a monster…..

Its sad when the only pleasantries to cross my field of vision are found in responses from strangers on a blog site. And I am so desperate for a kind word…I take what I can get…

It simply defies Tammy logic. Man work all day. Come home. Eat. Scratch. Fall asleep in chair…(a moment of silence now whilst the chest thumping and dung flinging commences) But I, being female – I must work all day. Come home. Clean. Cook. Assist with homework. Find two sox. Smile. Act nice. And absolutely NEVER scratch or fall asleep in the chair.

And they wonder why I am a monster…

Of course I love ‘em. But today….I want sneak into the castle and rip them all – limb from limb. You see – this monsters’ disguise is my only defense against the flood of tears I hold back from their vision. To be a woman – and a weak, teary eyed one? That is the most illogical choice of all.

Have a wonderful weekend. I plan to come off my page tomorrow morning – so many of you I have not visited…maybe the bipeds in a fit of rage will take my check and buy some d*mn sox, eh? Peace. Someone asked me yesterday if the picture I posted was my own art...no - I only draw little happy things. The tiger above - he's mine. India ink on bunny skin.

As always I didn’t think of this on my own. My son tells me Angelina Jolie will be playing the part of Grendels mom in an upcoming movie….imagine that….