Author: Kiddo's Korner 24/7
The truth IS out there…
If you’re not to some extent a conspiracy theorist then you haven’t been paying attention. The truth IS out there…it’s just being held prisoner. Will you blow my whistleblower whistleblower let me know…. ~ Kiddo
Rub a dub dub…
RUB A DUB DUB
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Alone in my tub
Hands too busy to scrub
‘Cause every pass puff puff
Is from my right to my luft
But the right hand doesn’t know
What the left one’s doin’ yo
That’s the trick
When the suds are thick
I got lotsa bubbles
That cover my troubles
And suds that totally hide
My slippery slide
A once meaningful person…
A once meaningful person can walk around being insignificant and nobody notices. Yet, postmortem everything suddenly means more than it was. The ghost hangs around silently screaming “FUCK YOU FOR NOT ALLOWING YOURSELF TO NOTICE WHILE I WAS STILL CONVERTING OXYGEN TO CO2 but please let your bereavement serve to make YOU interesting and your flaws not only excusable but appropriate as well – so GLAD I could help!” This unheard rant is even less meaningful than all of the obvious but unheard pleas before. Even self-defeating do-it-yourselfers have uncredited assistants proclaiming “I never saw it coming. Such a happy person,” with the gall to pity themselves for their tragic loss.
I drink this beer for them…
Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I’ve had I feel ashamed. Then I look into my half empty glass and think about the workers in the brewery. All of their hopes and dreams. If I didn’t drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, “It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams live than be selfish and worry about my liver.”
Kiddo’s Konfusion Korner…
Kiddo’s Konfusion Korner:
Change isn’t always good. Sometimes it’s just confusing and frustrating because one doesn’t even know why the change happened or if they’re able to do anything to fix it or if its normal and there’s actually nothing to fix. Maybe one doesn’t recognize what’s normal because they’ve always been abnormal
I will probably never figure it out because I am probably the most abnormal person. I have no idea what is considered normal so I am going to go to sleep now where nothing is supposed to make sense and I can write songs on the starry sky with my firework fingers and make love to a cloud or a sunset if I want to ~ Kiddo
THANK GOODNESS I read this today…
THANK GOODNESS I read this today…
I was about to be depressed but NOW I’m all better! Hope this storm just lasts and lasts! Thank you fb for reminding me that a face without wrinkles doesn’t have character, for allowing me to ‘Like’ if I love my kids, and teaching me the 15 things I need to give up to BE HAPPY! (And NO of course fb is not listed – that would be silly!!) Also, the bonus of not having to think about politics anymore because of all the posts about what has and hasn’t been done in the current and past 6 administrations.
fb doesn’t solve ALL my problems but it shows me how to LIKE the problems that I’m stuck with. YAY!! PLUS someone sent me a guardian angel today!! I’m gonna pay it forward by picking a wounded warrior or chemo patient to send it to so I will feel like a really good person!
Oh oh Os…
That awkward moment when you’ve gotten yours and the other person keeps texting and you go along with it because it wouldn’t be right to have your fortune cookie then just leave them hanging…
but they go on and on and you occasionally reply “yes…that’s it” or “ooh I like it” but outloud your asking “OMG how long will they take!?” So you read a book then shave your legs then check fb and go online and download this pretty pink and orange O even though you had yours so long ago that you’re no longer even having aftershocks…
then after 3 HOURS you text “sorry my phone is dying – hope everything works out okay and BTW I would NEVER bark for you – maybe growl or purr but WHO THE FUCK FUCKIN BARKS!? Goodnight!”
You never have a reason to lie to me
I love unconditionally. I don’t have very many rules or expectations for other people. Mostly, I don’t take other people’s actions personally. I do have a problem with deceitfulness. Honesty is one of the most important elements of any relationship because trust is so important. Honesty and trust are needed to have a good relationship with family members, friends and lovers. I am sure a lot of people have been conditioned to lie to avoid drama but there’s never a reason to lie to me. It’s hard to be in a relationship without respect. Lying to someone (even little white lies) undermines a relationship because when you tell someone a lie you start to respect them a little less each time and they become a fool to you. Sometimes people get away with lying. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes people let someone get away with it rather than make it into a big deal because it’s easier but it causes a lessening in respect on both sides. Little lies can be just as destructive as big lies. I want to be able to trust everything someone that I know says to me because if not then I can’t 100% believe anything they say to me. I know that sometimes the truth hurts but the truth is reality and we have to learn to deal with it appropriately even when it hurts. I’d rather be hurt by honesty than believe in a lie.
If you love someone and think that they told you a “white lie” do you just let it go or do you say something to them? I believe any lie is destructive in a relationship and I want the people in my life to know they can always be 100% honest with me. I like to clear things up right away when I think someone is being dishonest but sometimes people get defensive when I tell them I understand the urge to lie but want them to tell me the truth no matter what. I don’t want to make them feel like I am accusing them or judging them and starting some drama over nothing but I don’t want them to think they are deceiving me and I don’t want to think that they’re lying if they’re not. I never want to start drama. Would you want to know if someone doubted something you said so you could clear it up or would you rather they not say anything and keep believing you fibbed for no reason?
I want to be able to say ” I love you so much and I am not trying to start anything but I hate thinking you lied to me and maybe you didn’t but I’d want you let me know if you had the slightest doubt about something I said to you. Maybe I am being too honest but I have to tell you that I don’t believe some of the details about something you told me last night. I don’t know why you would even throw those details into your story though. It didn’t bother me that much to start with but it’s bothering me more now because I can’t understand what I’ve done to make you think you should lie to me. If you didn’t make up some of the details as you were talking then I apologize. If you didn’t lie to me I would still rather you know what I’m thinking so we can clear the air. Even if it’s just my stupidity that needs to be cleared. I never ever want to hurt you or upset you or EVER make you mad at me. We haven’t been in this relationship long and I want you to know that if I never stressed it before: honesty and trust are probably the most important things to me in all relationships. I want you to know that you can be truthful with me. I won’t ask you to promise not to lie to me but I promise you that I won’t lie to you” but usually I don’t get passed the first sentence before it goes to shit.
Once you go black…
My 13 year old after an unsuccessful attempt to bleach his black dyed hair to blonde:
“Well, I guess this brings new meaning to “Once you go black, you never go back”
I laugh. I guffaw. I wonder if he realizes what the old meaning is
In my dreams…
“In my dreams I see fiddlebacks among the fiddleheads” ~ Kiddo
KIDDO’S POP QUIZ
FIDDLEBACK OR FIDDLEHEAD?
Guess which one can be made into a tempting, savory side dish
with 10 minutes prep and 10 minutes cook time?
Which one has been accused of entering sleeping people’s mouths?
Which one is venomous?
Which one only has this nomenclature while immature?
http://blog.jimbaileyphoto.com/?p=167
http://blog.thebutcherandthebaker.com/2012/04/recipe-sauteed-fiddlehead-ferns.html
In someone’s arms…
I wouldn’t exactly call it a dark night of the soul but… that moment half past midnight when you realize: you can hear the washer, the dryer AND the dish washer churning about their business when all you really want is to be asleep in someone’s arms. To be asleep. To be in someone’s arms. Someone’s arms. Someone’s….but tomorrow is the one morning you can sleep all the way until 7:30a.m. so it’s the night that you can finally get caught up on the week’s chores while not being bitter at all that once again your ex text “cant pick up or drop of the boys this weekend because I am out of town Thurs thru Mon”…starting to think he has this set as a “quick response” text in his phone because the wording and errors are exactly the same every single time. Realizing that this entire experience can be lumped into “1st world problems” and being entirely thankful even in your loneliness
Perspective…
Life is beautiful…unless you’re this discarded half applicated tampon surrounded by cig butts never getting to serve your purpose…but wait: if your purpose were the same as a tampon then I think being discarded in a parking lot is BETTER…at least the view is better and there’s fresh air. PERSPECTIVE!

Big picture bullshit…
All views expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily
represent the views of, and should not be attributed to the author at past or future stages of her life
Don’t give me that big picture bullshit. So many times people want to look at ‘the big picture‘ but they don’t even realize they only mean ‘the not even medium picture’. Maybe they don’t want to realize it. The actual ”BIG PICTURE” is so big that nothing you could ever do matters to IT at ALL. The truth is life is beautiful and finite, the universe is magnificent and infinite and time is just another word for change. As humans we can’t even fully comprehend our own explanations of such enormous concepts and the fact is that the universe is so big that we can’t even begin to really understand it. The universe as some experts have determined is 13.7 billion years old and the structure of the universe (or multiverse if you can conceive of THAT) is far from built. The STRUCTURE isn’t even finished yet in this series of chain reactions that we call time. Your brain can’t grasp 13.7 billion and neither can it grasp 100 microseconds yet supposedly the blueprint for EVERYTHING in our universe was cast in the first 100 microseconds of the Big Bang….in THEORY.
Everything is relative from size to time to our concepts of good and bad. There are more things in existence than we could possibly imagine. We are tiny. Can you imagine an aphid’s understanding of a baseball? Even if an aphid lived in a field near an abandoned baseball it’s entire life an aphid doesn’t have a way to even conceive of what a baseball is, what it’s for, that it has many layers and elements that can’t even be seen or how the many layers are manufactured. What is “manufactured”? What’s a factory, a shipping invoice, a delivery truck? Yet a kid (?) in a little league game (?) can end multiple aphid lives with one sneaker while running to catch a baseball. In an instant without even being aware of “annihilation” the aphids will cease to live even though the unwitting child had no intention to harm or halt the aphids lives. An aphid’s life and death is inconsequential to us. There are many more aphid generations that will come and go without us noticing or even thinking about them. So what is that one aphid’s purpose? How consequential is that one aphid to the other aphids, to the field, the planet, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe?
We can only understand time and space through our very limited abilities. As much as we can understand it we still will never know all of the answers to the questions we have let alone the answers to questions we will never even know to ask. Put yourself in that aphid’s position. There are things all around us every single day that if we can’t even conceive what they are, their purpose, the manufacturing of or the delivery of them into our realms of existence. We are constantly effected by the rotation of our planet yet for so much of human existence we didn’t even realize it was occurring. Earth’s rotation is part of our biology and we use it to mark time daily but most of Earth’s inhabitants don’t even know it exists. They can’t conceive of rotation anymore than they can conceive of things beyond their lifetime. As humans it’s both a blessing and a curse to know that the world went around before we were born and will continue to do so after we die.
Some people view the fact that each of us is inconsequential as a bad thing: “oh fuck! I don’t matter… boo hoo hoo” some see it as a good thing: “I can do anything because nothing matters… fuck yeah!” In my opinion (which in actuality is FACT but I sound like less of an asshole by saying “in my opinion”) the truth is that it’s an AWESOME thing: Because YOU get to decide what matters and what doesn’t matter. Little bitty things can be your EVERYTHING and earth shaking things can effect you only slightly. Plus every variation of intensity and order of importance in between. Don’t let other people tell you what’s important to you because even I, in my infinite wisdom, can not experience life from inside of you. You already know what blows your hair back and guess what: you don’t have to know why. You can be your own god and you can say to yourself “Don’t eat Pork” without explanation or apology and not concern yourself with the fact that other people make their life from pork and pork products. Some people worship bacon.
Why waste your life not being ALIVE? I say live this moment whether it’s pleasure or pain and realize this is it. You can’t live in the past and you can’t experience the future today. Tomorrow is not guaranteed and an afterlife is probably just a fairytale to comfort those people that would be terrified to think that their own personal special consciousness has a looming deadline. I concede that anything is possible and I can’t prove what happens after death anymore than anyone else can. It’s all speculation no matter how inspired or confidently asserted. Maybe different things happen to different people posthumously. I personally (currently) believe that our consciousness ceases to exist at some point soon after our physical body dies. At other times during my journey I firmly believed otherwise. I can still discuss theories and spirituality and scientific evidence and speculate many different scenarios for life after death. I respect everyone’s beliefs.
I would love to have a respectful, intelligent conversation with myself at different stages in my life. Wouldn’t it be neat to sit in a discussion group with your six year old self, your thirteen year old self, your twenty one year old self, your twenty six, thirty five, forty four, fifty five, sixty six, seventy, eighty, ninety year old self? There would be so many differences of opinion expressed and so many beliefs that contradicted each other. How can anyone feel like someone else’s beliefs and ideas are wrong when we don’t even agree with ourselves at different stages of our journey? How could we ever feel superior over anyone else because of how they decipher the clues and try to explain the intricacies of existence from their own current point of view. How can anyone KNOW that they’re right and that everyone else that doesn’t agree with them is WRONG. If you ruled out the childish beliefs of your younger selves in the discussion group you would still have several full grown adult opinions of your own that differed. If you did rule out every theory and belief of the childhood yous in your discussion group what would YOU MISS OUT ON!? Wouldn’t it be amazing to lay in a field with your younger selves making shapes out of clouds while discussing total randomness?
When it comes down to it OTHER people’s opinions about your life do not ultimately matter. Stop looking for someone else to praise or to blame. Be your own Saviour.
(2 days after I wrote this a very similar quote came up on my meditation app:
“Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.” so I decided to just save myself)
The aphid can see a baseball but would never realize all it is seeing on the surface is the dead flesh of an alien creature that had been slaughtered and eaten and used to make accessories and children’s playthings. It wouldn’t even know to wonder about the materials inside but if it could it wouldn’t believe the alien carcass hid multiple spheres made from a different animals hair, plant parts, a synthetic of a naturally occurring tree sap, a different trees bark and traces of dirt and minerals. We are so accustomed to baseballs that we don’t even think of them as sinister or how much is involved to retrieve the materials to manufacture them or how many millions of them exist, have existed or will exist even after we’re gone. How significant is one baseball? One aphid? One kid? It’s all relative.
I used to marvel at the wonders of life and gaze upon rainbows, sunsets, the night sky and the lands and seas and earnestly thank God for creating them out of his infinite love simply for me to enjoy. Now that I see them as results of naturally occuring scientific reactions they are no less inspirational and miraculous. I still appreciate their magnificence and acknowledge that there are forces at work which are greater than me and that Gravity is just but One ~ Kiddo
I Know God Does Not Exist Because he Told Me So ~ Kiddo
“Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.”
If you’ve read all of this I have one final thought: Go for a hike in the woods or walk through your neighborhood with your five year old self. Have yourselves an adventurous magical journey. Or be a fuddy duddy and read about the raw materials of a baseball. More goes into simple everyday objects than we usually think about. If you don’t read about the baseball at least follow this link and read about the amazing aphids of the world.
http://www.biokids.umich.edu/critters/Aphididae/
Baseball Raw Materials
A baseball has three basic parts: the round cushioned cork pill at its core, the wool and poly/cotton windings in its midsection, and the cowhide covering that makes up its exterior.
The pill consists of a sphere, measuring 13/16 of an inch (2.06 centimeters) in diameter, made of a cork and rubber composition material. This sphere is encased in two layers of rubber, a black inner layer and a red outer layer. The inner layer is made up of two hemispheric shells of black rubber that are joined by red rubber washers. The entire pill measures 4-⅛ inches (10.47 centimeters) in circumference.
There are four distinct layers of wool and poly/cotton windings that surround the cushioned cork pill in concentric circles of varying thickness. The first winding is made of four-ply gray woolen yarn, the second of three-ply white woolen yarn, the third of three-ply gray woolen yarn, and the fourth of white poly/cotton finishing yarn. The first layer of wool is by far the thickest. When wrapped tightly around the pill, it brings the circumference of the unfinished ball to 7-3/4 inches (19.68 centimeters). The circumference increases to 8-3/16 inches (20.77 centimeters) after the second winding has been applied, 8-3/4 inches (22.22 centimeters) after the third, and 8-% (22.52 centimeters) after the fourth.
Wool was selected as the primary material for the baseball’s windings because its natural resiliency and “memory” allow it to compress when pressure is applied, then rapidly return to its original shape. This property makes it possible for the baseball to retain its perfect roundness despite being hit repeatedly during a game. A poly/cotton blend was selected for the outer winding to provide added strength and reduce the risk of tears when the ball’s cowhide cover is applied.
The baseball’s outer cover is made of Number One Grade, alum-tanned full-grained cowhide, primarily from Midwest Holstein cattle. Midwest Holsteins are preferred because their hides have a better grain and are cleaner and smoother than those of cattle in other areas of the United States. The cover of an official baseball must be white, and it must be stitched together with 88 inches (223.52 centimeters) of waxed red thread. Cowhides are tested for 17 potential deficiencies in thickness, grain strength, tensile strength and other areas before they are approved for use on official Major League baseballs.
Read more: http://www.madehow.com/Volume-1/Baseball.html#ixzz3ORJlqSnU
I peeked…
I peeked…
during savasana
as I surrendered in the dark
My eyes gently opened
to show me a dream world
The puddle of sweat was
a sea rippled
by the warm breeze
of my breath
soft candle light reflecting
across the surface
like golden moons
The soft voice of this world’s
goddess encouraging me
to let go
I peaked…
during savasana
as I surrendered in the dark
Savasana (shah-VAH-sah-nah; Sanskrit: शवासन; IAST: śavāsana), corpse pose
The GOOD things…
PHILOSOPHY KORNER
The GOOD things in life (GOOD sex, GOOD food, GOOD booze, GOOD sleep) make the BS in life (BS job issues, BS financial issues, BS ex-issues) insignificant and are best when shared. The more of the GOOD stuff you get the less the BS matters. SOOOO give a little get a little and make the world a happier place.
Beautiful night tonight…
I took my phone with me on my jog tonight and was so glad that I did when I noticed a sunset cloud flowing like the creek below. It’s as if the sky is reflecting the water for a change. Venus peeks through the clouds lingering in hopes of glimpsing Jupiter across the sky dancing with the rising moon but alas the couple will not take to the celestial floor until Venus has dozed off below the horizon.
Post yoga poem…
All the parts of me
that eyes can never see
are doing a happy dance.
Neither girl or boy
the true me is perfect joy
rockin’ out when given a chance
The mirror shows me
alone on my mat
breathing and flowing
From dog to cat
Finding openings
that night had closed
becoming myself
As I posed
Body moving in time
controlled and calm
mind awake to the sublime
connecting is the balm
I came to find out what I need
not to name or judge but heed
I knew that I had found it
when I realized..
inside I was dancing
~Kiddo
Sometimes they come back…
I can tell someone that they will end up regretting their decision. I can tell them that one day soon they are going to realize the magnitude of what they’re doing. I can tell them they will one day fully comprehend the pricelessness of the beautiful thing they are trampling on and abandoning. I can tell someone that I know them and know that they will be devastated if they leave. I can tell someone that if they leave they better know for a fact that it will be permanent. I can tell someone that they are wrong when they tell me that they believe that they are making the best decision for everyone. I can point out that I supported them through good times and really really bad times and that they may never find anyone else that would do practically anything for them. Sometimes knowing that you are right is the worst thing that can ever happen to you.
It just doesn’t feel good being proven right when someone comes back begging and sobbing. When someone tells me that I was so right and that the last 8 months have been a horrible mistake and they plead for me to pretend that it never happened it rips my heart out. When they fall apart sobbing that they never stopped loving me and that they know that they can never live without me it is beyond horrible. Telling someone that I can’t ever take them back hurts almost as bad as when they walked out on me. It doesn’t feel great to tell someone that when I was begging and sobbing and more hurt than I ever thought it was possible to be and I kept saying to them that I couldn’t live without them that they left anyway. It’s heartbreaking to tearfully remind someone that you told them if they left it would be irreversible. It doesn’t make me feel vindicated or like I’ve won anything. It makes me feel a lot of sadness and crappiness but it also makes me feel something of magnitude.
I’m not exactly sure how to describe all of the feelings that I felt but I can say that I am glad that at least I honoured my vows. I not only honoured my wedding vows but also the vow that I made to myself to stand by my word. I was struggling daily after being left by someone that was a part of me for 20 years and I was afraid that if given the choice I might buckle and take him back. I didn’t actually want that tragic scene anymore than I wanted to be left in the first place but’s it’s nice to not have to wonder what I would do. I wavered a little on the inside but stayed strong on the outside as I explained to the broken man before me that we would never be able to go back. One can’t wave a magic wand and make the betrayal of being abandoned go away. I know that I would be resentful if I let him just waltz back into his old life as if nothing happened and I could never trust his promises of forever. I can never fully give my heart and trust in forever again. My love is unconditional which actually makes the pain everlasting too and I am not brave enough or strong enough to risk getting into a situation similar to the one that seriously almost put an end to me. I am changed for the rest of my life and I truly wish there were a magic wand or a time machine but there isn’t.
It has now been 18 months since my world fell apart and I have survived with the support of some pretty terrific friends and some beyond amazing sons. I have survived working myself to exhaustion and crying with my broken heart as I drove to my new third shift job. I survived working nights so that I could continue to teach my morning and evening yoga classes. I survived giving up teaching yoga and even survived losing my own practice to work long hours 6 days a week when I found a better paying job with daytime hours. I survived the days that my heart hurt so much that I felt like I was suffocating and my insides felt like they were literally being ripped apart. The pain isn’t all-consuming anymore and it didn’t kill me. I survived.
It’s nice to see that I am actually doing what I said I would do no matter what and that I’m capable of doing so many things that seemed impossible. I can live as a working single mom even though the financial struggle is a daily one and still stay true to myself. Not bragging not looking for cheerleaders or high fives or even likes or shares. Just reporting bits from the tragomedy. Life is beautiful and life goes on. I is kind. I is smart. I is important
Kiddo’s Exhausted Philosophy Korner…
THE SUN CANNOT DECIDE WHETHER TO SHINE OR NOT BUT A SELFISH PERSON CAN LIVE AN UNSELFISH LIFE. ~Kiddo
Does anyone think there was never something that I would’ve LOVED LOVED LOVED to buy for myself (Hello giant telescope with camera mount) but chose not to so that someone else could have what they kind of maybe wanted? Do you know how many movies I watched in a 20 year period that I wouldn’t have chosen to watch at all and how many movies I missed or had to wait until later to watch? How many activities did I put aside to do what someone else wanted to do? I am proof that a selfish person can live their ENTIRE life putting other people first. I LOVE FOOD more than anyone on the planet and the deliciousness that I have sacrificed over two decades proves my point:
Does anyone believe that for 20 years I wasn’t interested in the biggest steak, the thickest/juiciest cheeseburger, the last piece of fish or the perfectly shaped baked potato? Does anyone suppose that I didn’t notice that I was offering the last bowl of ice cream before I ate it? That I just dipped it up to eat and then accidentally asked if someone wanted it?
“Does anyone want this last delicious slice of watermelon? Okay here ya go!”
” Who wants the last yummy deviled egg? Allllrighty then it’s all yours!”
“Wow what a GIANT meatball!! Who’s gonna eat it? Yes! YOU are!”
“I wasn’t really interested in eating today I just REALLY enjoying cooking for hours”
“I’m so tired of looking at the food I spent hours shopping for, hours preparing and hours cooking that I think I will just have toast…grrr I never have the patience for the toaster so I’ll just eat my toast rare.”
TWENTY YEARS OF SACRIFICE & I’M NOT BITTER ABOUT THE FOOD…I’m just sayin’











