Do I answer this prompt? Are they data mining? Do they want to know if we’re using a certain brand of calcium to prevent bone breakage?
Yes, I’ve broken my tailbone, though I have no idea how. I may have broken a toe, but I never had an x-ray. Other than that, I don’t think so.
Have I broken my own heart? Several times. Will I try again to break it? Statistically, yes.
Let’s segue into my song lyrics for the day:
Don’t Get Me Wrong (2007 Remaster)
The Pretenders
Don’t get me wrong If I’m looking kind of dazzled I see neon lights Whenever you walk by
Don’t get me wrong If you say, “Hello”, and I take a ride Upon a sea where the mystic moon Is playing havoc with the tide Don’t get me wrong
Don’t get me wrong If I’m acting so distracted I’m thinking about the fireworks That go off when you smile
Don’t get me wrong If I split like light refracted I’m only off to wander Across a moonlit mile
Once in awhile Two people meet Seemingly for no reason They just pass on the street Suddenly thunder, showers everywhere Who can explain the thunder and rain But there’s something in the air
Don’t get me wrong If I come and go like fashion I might be great tomorrow But hopeless yesterday
Don’t get me wrong If I fall in the mode of passion It might be unbelievable But let’s not say, “So long” It might just be fantastic Don’t get me wrong
When I see a daddy longlegs, I’ve got to high five at least one leg.Tiny spider web covered with dew, inside of my lavender seedlings.This is Katherine I. She was my friend. She was fierce. She was an Orb Weaver. She made her home on my porch a few years ago. I watched her repair her web every morning. It was fascinating. She lived well into December of that year and left two egg sacs, which I moved to a safer place. I miss her. Katherine doing Katherine things.RIP, Katherine I. She lived until mid December of that year. I promised her I would take care of her babies and move them to a safer place for the winter. And when she died, I scooped her up and put her in this tissue, and then buried her in front of her clematis vine home.Katherine’s web. This is a typical feature of an orb weaver’s web. They are very large webs, taking up the spanse between the two porch poles. A spiderweb captured on a chilly morning.Me looking for Katherine while taking photos of my wig – we were friends and all, but I didn’t want an orb weaver in my hair. Respect where respect is due.
I’ll never be this young again, but this is the oldest I’ve ever been. I don’t know how old my soul is, but it is greater than or equal to the age of my body.
I didn’t make the rules. I simply live in the skin bag with all of the accessories.
For anyone keeping up with the pink hair saga, I did go to the salon and attempted a temporary pink dye, but it did not take. Still blonde.
Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
Tiny Baby and Mommy
Once upon a time, in a land about thirty miles away from where your author sits at this very moment, a tiny baby was born. She was born five weeks early because her mother chased around a cat with a baby chicken in its mouth and as a result, broke her waters. The baby’s father was away at sea, working hard as a ship’s captain and unable to return in time for the imminent premature birth of the tiny baby.
The tiny baby’s mother had to go to the hospital because the tiny baby insisted on being born, regardless of where her daddy was. The tiny baby didn’t care about that, she was ready to enter the world of the oxygen breathers. The tiny baby’s big sister took their mother to the hospital and waited in the father’s waiting room with a room full of expectant dads (this is how it was back in the day – dads waited in a room). After some time, the tiny baby was born. The tiny baby’s mother and big sister rejoiced.
The tiny baby grew as babies do, and eventually became a grown-up. Many people helped the tiny baby along the way, but there were only two at the start of the tiny baby’s life as an oxygen breather: her mommy and her big sister.
I’m not going to answer with a controversial response. Freedom for me has taken on a new definition since early March. I would call it unsolicited liberation. But here it is: freedom. Freedom can look like a lot of things. To me it looks like autonomy and a new start.
And I’m not going to lie, probably my first reason for liking this prompt is the song it made me think of: Freedom! ‘90 by George Michael. The song was my jam when it was released, and believe it or not I like it even more now. With life experience comes a different understanding of certain song lyrics. I can’t say I know what it’s like to be George Michael, and I know this song was for him a personal statement, but putting those two facts aside, I feel it in my gut (and I sing along) when he belts out, “I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me.” That line gets me every time. When the song was first released, that line didn’t stand out to me. I was more interested in George Michael‘s take. But now that I’ve lived and experienced much more than I did when this song was released, I’m understanding his lyrics in a different way. Freedom. Yeah, yeah. You got you gotta give what you take.
Freedom! ’90
Song by George Michael
I won’t let you down I will not give you up Gotta have some faith in the sound It’s the one good thing that I’ve got I won’t let you down So please don’t give me up Because I would really, really love to stick around Oh, yeah
Heaven knows I was just a young boy Didn’t know what I wanted to be (Didn’t know what I wanted to be) I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy And I guess it was enough for me (And I guess it was enough for me)
To win the race, a prettier face Brand new clothes and a big fat place On your rock and roll TV (Rock and roll TV) But today the way I play the game is not the same, no way Think I’m gonna get me some happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I told you so) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone else I’ve got to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Take back your singing in the rain) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You’ve got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You’ve got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Heaven knows we sure had some fun, boy What a kick just a buddy and me (What a kick just a buddy and me) We had every big-shot goodtime band on the run, boy We were living in a fantasy (We were living in a fantasy)
We won the race, got out of the place Went back home, got a brand new face for the boys on MTV (Boys on MTV) But today the way I play the game has got to change, oh yeah Now I’m gonna get myself happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I stopped the show) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone I forgot to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Don’t think that I’ll I be back again) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Well, it looks like the road to heaven But it feels like the road to hell When I knew which side my bread was buttered I took the knife as well Posing for another picture Everybody’s got to sell But when you shake your ass They notice fast And some mistakes were build to last
That’s what you get (That’s what you get) I say that’s what you get (I say that’s what you get for changing your mind) That’s what you get for changing your mind (That’s what you get) (That’s what you get) And after all this time I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you And you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (Oh) Freedom (My) Freedom You’ve gotta give for what you take Freedom (I’ll hold on to my) Freedom (My) Freedom You got to give what, to give what, give what you take Yeah! You got to give what, give to what, to give
May not be what you want from me Just the way it’s got to be Lose the face now I’ve got to live
“It's Amy,” I said. 