Double Stroller Hell

Having a almost-three-year-old and a nine-month-old in the same stroller is like having a wolf and a rabbit strapped to each other. The wolf (Elena) is continually attacking the poor defenseless rabbit (Liam). The rabbit likes to cuddle and pat the wolf, which the wolf does not care for. What used to be a relaxing way to get exercise, has now become a constant balancing act.

Trying to keep the peace doesn't really work. Like the Middle East, it's a case of being squeezed into too small of a place to ignore their differences. I long for the day when they can draw a line between them and not cross it. We need a treaty negotiator. I am getting so tired of hearing:

"NO WEEEEEEEEEUMMMMMMMMMM (Liam) MOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY HE'S TRYING TO GET MY WATER! BINKY! BLANKEY! HAND! HAIR! FACE! Etc."

UGH...Just to prove it, here is my series of attempts to get a picture of them in harmony...

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Childhood to Death...

This is not meant to be a depressing post, but everytime I pass this one spot on I-95 South, heading just into Bridgeport, there is this picture I just HAVE to take. Someday, I will stop and take it, but it's in a sketchy area, so for now, this will have to do.
Can you see why this image captivates me so?

You might respond, "It's just all the school district buses parked smack-daddy behind a HUGE graveyard."

Yes, that is all it is. You're right. There's no greater truth there. No hidden message about life and death, youth ending...nope, nada, zip...


Or is there? What do you think?

The Violent Unicorns

Why does my daughter take two fluffy white unicorns and make them fight, squeal, and run away from fire, danger and each other? Why did she say, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Noooooooooo...they killed themselves!!" Why do they have to "wun and wun and gally-up and gally-up away from the fire"? (that one I know the answer to, it's more Bambi inspired play).

The easy answer is sugar...we made cupcakes and homemade raspberry frosting. The not so easy answer is that she is quite traumatized these days. One of the toughest things for a child is to have a new sibling. Especially when said sibling gets old enough to crawl around and steal one's things and eat one's animals. I try to imagine what it must be like for her right now. Let's look at the list:

1) She's living in a new house.

2) Her daddy, who was her primary caretaker, isn't around on a regular basis, although we try to visit him every weekend.

3) Her new brother is stealing all the attention.

4) She has to share her beloved Gwammy (also her primary caretaker) with her brother and her Boppa. Now that we're living with Gwammy and Boppa, she always wants Gwammy all to herself...she doesn't always get it.

5) Oh yeah, and she a paranoid, neurotic, upset, loud, fiesty two-year-old red head.

You know when it comes right down to it, I wonder if having a new brother is like being cheated on? Think about it...she had all the attention and thought that being a child was a monogomous thing, then, along comes an interloper. The interloper steals all the love...he's cute and cuddly...well, if she's anything like her mother, she would get super jealous...maybe this is jealousy? Poor, poor baby girl.

See-sauce and Other Funny Sayings...

It's going to be hard to remember a lot of these "on the fly," but I'll try. Elena is at that age where she attempting a lot of language (one might even say TOO MUCH language). Anyhow, she's got some really cute sayings and nomenclature for things. I will try to capture some of it here so I don't forget as time passes.

See-sauce = see-saw, this morning she was making a see-sauce out of a box top propped on top of something so that it would rock back and forth.

Gally-upping = giddy'up and galloping combined...this is what horsies do...they gally-up.

You're killing me nuts = reserved for yelling at my sister's little dog. We think it's a combo between "You're killing me" and "You're driving me nuts."

Weindeers = any kind of deer, even Bambi, his mother, etc. And look MOMMY, dere's WEINDEERS on there!!!

Effphant = elephant, one of three favorite animals. Elephants, giraffes and zebras. There are days when she loves horses more or dogs, but these are the standbys.

Zebra-pants = any striped pants...each day, getting dressed it is a hard choice between horsey pants and zebra pants. Mommy, Liam, Gwammy, and Auntie Cate also have zebra-pants.

Grimp = cross between grinch and grump. Basically it means you're cranky.

Big Purple = most important of all the chenille blankies she has. As of Easter 2007, however, Big Purple is lost. It's been a week. I don't think we're going to find it. There haven't been any tears about it, because I sacrificed a robe of mine (also chenille) that "meminds me of Big Purple, Mommy."

My animals = the thirty or so animals she has made by Schleich. It's getting ridiculous now that she has so many. Her animals love to conga, herd and congregate by type. They also watch her and feel emotions before she does. Example: Yesterday I told her we were going to see Daddy and she said, "OH OH...My animals are SO excited to see Daddy!" or, when Grammy and Grampy showed up, and she was "having a wough day with them" (being shy), "My animals are a wittle bit scared of Grammy."



I'll think on this and update with more later...

I Have a Theory

Once, a long time ago, my mother was sitting with her group of close women friends. They were all musing about what made them sure that they would marry their husbands. The group seemed split in two. Half thought that their husband would make a great father, best friend and long-term partner. This half was highly practical in their choices. They chose based on their head and gut more than their heart. This is not to say that they had any less success in their marriages, but they weren't driven to marry due to passion.

The other half of the group WAS driven by exactly that, passion. They didn't really know if their choice was the smartest, or most harmonious, all they knew is they couldn't live without being close to this person. Kissing that person, and feeling the fire of passion that burned inside them, was the sole reason they just "knew" it was right. This group was led by their hearts and, um, other parts.

So, between the two types, which are you? Which are you inclined towards? Do you buy this theory? Are their other options I'm missing?

The Ultimate Forward

I got a forward from a friend today. I, like some friends of mine, refuse to "do" forwards. Usually they are pointless and prey on insecurity and superstition. However, my one exception to this rule of forwards, is forwarding and responding to test, quizzes and anything that is more personal than it is gimicky. I got the best forward I have gotten in a while and I thought I would share it with you here.

The concept is simple. It requires very little effort on the sender's part or the part of the receiver. It's enlightening. It can further a friendship and it does all this in one word. This is why I call it the ultimate forward. See if you agree...

The Game is On
Describe me in one word...just one single word. Send it to me and only me. Then, forward the original message to all your friends and see what they have to say about you.

So far I have gotten back:
GENEROUS
BENEVOLENT
CONNECTED
CREATIVE
EBULLIENT
BRAVE

AND...

EFFECTUAL (with the following caveat)
I don't think this word is generally used to describe people...more likely to describe a thing or action that provides a successful outcome. But if you look it up in the Thesaurus, you'll see why I chose the word. It encompasses the first 20+ words that came to mind when I read this email.

http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/effectual

I Could Not Resist...

It must be the anticipation as you unwrap the fabric outside, then the tie fabric and prepare to be awed by the jewel of the egg inside. I couldn't resist dying more of them. It also helped that when the almost-three-year-old starts acting up, one of the only mollifiers I know is engagement...If I can engage her in a book, a project, drawing, etc. she will immediately change back into my sweet angelic girl. Anyhow, I think these new ones came out even better. I used more vinegar in the water and boiled them for longer...do you like these better, too?

Crabby Day List

1) My Mother-in-law (aka Momzilla) is down at my house, which we recently sold, cleaning out the soon-to-be-ex's stuff. I should be grateful since it's kind of them to help out and pitch in for their son, but instead I find the whole thing annoying. First, there was the annoyance of "When should we come down? What do we need to do? What do you want us to do?" My response? Talk to your son. It's his stuff. Now, however, there is a new annoyance afoot.

This afternoon, Momzilla called from her cell. She shouldn't really have a cell phone since she is fairly deaf and claims it "gets no reception" ANYWHERE. So, the conversation goes something like this:
MZ: HELLOOOO????? HELLOOOOOO??????
ME: Hi there, Mary? Is that you?
MZ: HELLOOOOO???? I can't hear you...this darn thing.
ME: I can hear you, what do you want?
MZ: WHAT??????? HUH?????????? I can't hear you.
ME: (SCREAMING NOW) MARY, CALL ME FROM THE LAND PHONE...YOU'RE AT MY HOUSE, THERE'S A PHONE THERE...USE IT!!!!
MZ: What?? Oh dear...I still can't hear anything...
ME: THE OTHER PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MZ: CALL ME ON THE OTHER PHONE...
ME: OK
I hang up and call back on the land line. Now, thank goodness she can hear me. So, she says, "You got a bunch of calls from banks down here at your house in Norwalk, and I think you better call them back...do you know who they might have been?" No, that's why I have voice mail. Then I shake my head and say, "EXCUSE ME? Why are you answering my phone?" Her answer? "Well, I don't know who might be calling." Uh, yeah, that's the point...it's MY phone.

Then, changing the subject at lightning speed, she says, "And...today, you got a call from the Police Benevolent Society saying thank you in the past for your donation and wanting more money...You need to know that it's not a real organization. You're giving your money to a bum."

2) I have a headache and it's about 35 degrees out and it's April...IT'S SPRING...Where's Puxatawney Phil? I want to give him a piece of my mind!

3) I mean, come on, who buys into this crap:

----- Original Message -----
From: "ilasan bello"
Sent: Wednesday, April 04, 2007 4:23 PM
Subject: REPPLY NEEDED
> REGARDS
> MR ILASAN BELLO
> DEAR FRINED
> I AM ILASAN BELLO
> A TOP SENOIR BANKER OFFICIAL OF THE
> FOREIGN REMMITTANCE DEPT
> AFRICAN DEVELOPMENT BANK
> OUAGADOUGOU, BURKINA FASO.
>
> I AM IN CHARGE OF THE FEDERAL RESERVES ACCOUNT
> AND AUDITING ,DURING THE COURSE OF AUDITING SOME ACCOUNT,I DISCOVERED
> THAT A PATICULAR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN LYING DORMANT FOR SOME TIME,AND
> THIS ACCOUNT WAS USED BY THE MILITARY BACK IN 1998-/2000,THE TOTAL
> SOME IN THAT ACCOUNT IS $18.5M DOLLARS.
> FINALY THE REASON WHY I CONTACTED YOU, IS THAT I DONT WANT THE
> GOVERNMENT TO
> KNOW THAT I DISCOVERED SUCH HUGE AMOUNT IN A DORMANT
> ACCOUNT,PLEASE IF YOU ARE INTERSTED TO ASSIST ME TRANSFER THE MONEY
> INTO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT I WILL BE VERY GREATFULL, AND 30% OF THE TOTAL
> SUM WILL BE YOUR SHARE FOR MAKING THE WHOLE THING SUCCESFUL
> TRANSACTION.
> AWAITING TO HEAR FROM YOU
>
> _________________________________________________________________

Tie Dyed Easter Eggs...

Did you know can use ties to dye eggs? We did it today...It was fun and the almost three year old was able to help pick out the fabric she wanted, swathe the egg in fabric and then secure it with a twist tie. The best part about doing this with the kiddos is...drumroll...NO DYE CUPS, DYE ON THE COUNTERS, AND COLORED FINGERS THROUGH EASTER!!! (of course, the downside is that my mother won't let me eat the eggs because "ties weren't made with edible dyes, Kristen!"

The "recipe" we followed is here.

This was our outcome:

Liam...The Second Born

A couple of comments have centered around the fact that I am neglecting my second born. Isn't that one of the earmarks of that particular birth order ranking? So, I planned on logging in to merely post pictures of little Liam. He is, after all, beautiful and perfect in every way...Can you tell I'm his mother? But, it led me to finding out more about second borns. Here are some facts, googled about second children. Enjoy if you are one, or even if you know one! Write in and validate or invalidate the claims...I'd be curious to know.

The second born is the true perfectionist. This person attends to details, strives for perfection and reads the fine print. "Good enough" is never good enough.

The second born competes with the first born for parental attention. When the second born discovers how to put crayons to paper the first born displays a completed picture to mother. The second born senses the inadequacy of what she (or he) has created. The second born decides that to get love she must do something perfectly.

Second borns may not like compliments. Compliments may bring up memories of mother trying to praise the second born's efforts when the first born obviously did better. It felt condescending then and compliments may feel condescending now. Second borns tend to like suggestions for improvement more.

Second borns tend to assume that everyone is like they are so they do not give compliments. Instead, when you expect a compliment the second offers a suggestion for improvement. The second born is not being mean but simply helping you on the way to perfection.

SECOND BORN

The second born loses attention as the first born aggressively takes it away, leaving the second child to feel as if he or she cannot do anything well enough to merit attention.

Characteristic Bad Feeling: Inadequacy
Strategies for survival: Perfectionism, Logic
Felt Loss: Emotions
Sense of Justice: Necessity
Thought Pattern: Evaluation
T-shirt: "That won't work, it's not good enough."
Childhood Behavior: Deceptive, Critical
Emotional Expression: Controlled, Intense
Source of Anger: Criticism
Nature of Humor: Dry
Means of Relating: Correction
Spirituality: Self-discipline, Living by rules
Relational: Sensitive to others' anger, Peacemaker
The Child Within: Neglected
Type of Procrastination: Puts things off till they can be done perfectly
Blind spot: Others' emotions
Boundaries: Defined by rules
A walk in the woods: Watches ground around the feet, may go around in circles
Careers: Accounting, Banking, Art, Carpentry, Decorating, Receptionist, Secretary, Teaching, Writing Novels
Strengths: Self-discipline, Honesty, Determination
Parenting: Insists of obedience to the rules
Marriage: Puts spouse, family ahead of self
As Friend: Offers constructive criticism
Social Contributions: Art, financial institutions, completed projects
Expression of Love: Constructive criticism
Driving Style: Drives angrily because others do not follow the rules
Listening Style: Listens for mistakes
Common Phrase: "You need to..."
Responds To: "This may not be perfect, but...."

Keeping My Eye on the Prize...

Knowing this darn caruncle will look better after the redness goes down. Here is how it is looking today. Day One, 24 hours after surgery. Not really so bad, huh?





Day Three after Surgery:

What the Hell is a Caruncle?

Apparently, it is part of the eye (see the numbered part 5 in the diagram below)...

It also has another definition which I will go into a bit later.

I had a tumor (really looked more like a mole) on my tear duct or, more technically, on the lacrimal caruncle. It had been getting bigger, more fleshy and annoying. So, I went to the eye doctor and had it removed. When the triage nurse called me yesterday, she was reading through what the procedure would entail, and she came to this word, caruncle, and stumbled. Then today, when I was sitting there going through the intake process with the technician and getting apprised of the details of my surgery, I happened to notice the word "caruncle" on my chart. I made a menatl note and came home to google it.

ca·run·cle(k-rngkl, krng-)
n.
1. Biology A fleshy naked outgrowth, such as a fowl's wattles.
2. Botany An outgrowth or appendage at or near the hilum of certain seeds, as of the castor-oil plant.

So, in all seriousness, if you could have seen my mole, you would have agreed, I had a caruncle on my lacrimal caruncle.

Aye Matey!!!

Baby for Sale...

In the last 24 hours, Liam has pulled a pile of serving dishes on top of himself and chipped a couple of them, pulled a lamp onto his head, eaten dog food, played in an outlet for a moment until I noticed, pushed an end table over, and whacked his head on about twenty different tables and slammed his fingers in numerous drawers...

BABY FOR SALE!! GET YOUR BABY HERE!!!

Things I Will Miss...Things I Will Not...

Tonight we watched The Holiday and it was a great film - a great sappy love story. It left me wanting love and romance in my life again. I DO NOT want anyone else at this point, but it made me think about the things I did love and appreciate in my marriage. As I think about these things I will miss, I am sobbing in mourning for them. Is that pathetic? Is it actually part of the whole process of moving on? I don't know, but I write them down here so that I will always remember the things I loved about being married to my husband.

Some things I will miss about my marriage:
1) Being told I'm beautiful, hot or sexy...it just never gets old.
2) Family outings, even if they are just to Home Depot or the grocery story...
3) Movie nights, TV nights, Lost and 24 - they just won't be the same...
4) Sleeping with our toes touching.
5) Making plans for our house, kids, life, goals, dreams, together...
6) Having date nights.
7) Going out for coffee together.
8) Giving and receiving hugs.
9) Cooking family dinners and then sharing them.
10) Having my hair and face stroked as I lay on the couch at night watching some pointless tv show.
11) Looking into your eyes and knowing I am truly loved and feeling deep love back.
12) For awhile we haven't, but reading in bed together at night.
13) Hearing and saying "I love you" - but, I will always love you and I hope we can keep loving each other, even if our lives change.
14) Imagining what each of us will look like when we are eighty...imagining us walking hand-in-hand then as we did as newlyweds.
15) Being told it will be ok and believing it...
16) Um...do I even have to write this one down? S-E-X, especially with my husband...there really is nothing better.

Things I won't miss:
1) Arguing about who left the dishes in the sink, didn't take the trash out, made a mess and didn't clean it up...repeat...repeat...repeat...
2) The way relationships wax and wane. I was never any good at feeling secure as they waned and trusting all would wax back soon.
3) Being told to shush during every tv show, movie, or program because it was too distracting and somebody liked to watch in silence.
4) Hearing the monitor click on and knowing that a power struggle would ensue over who would go up to get the baby.
5) Worrying about the husband's drinking, feeling trapped and not letting myself go anywhere for fear that a "slip" would occur.
6) Not acting like my self because I was too concerned about what he thought.

There are plenty more, but I am feeling drained. I sobbed through typing that whole first list, but didn't seem to cry one bit typing the second list. Someday maybe I will able to read all those things I miss and know that I have found them elsewhere.
Perhaps in friendships?
Perhaps in another love relationship?
Perhaps inside of myself?
I hope the latter is true. Self-sufficiency is a skill that I seem to have stopped cultivating over the last six years. I once had a therapist who told me, when I was panicking over becoming co-dependent in my burgeoning love relationship with P, "All relationships are co-dependent. It's the nature of them. How can you be in a love relationship without relying on your partner for things and vice versa?"

Complete self-sufficiency may protect me from becoming too co-dependent, but it doesn't stop me from having needs. I pray that I will find healthy, constructive ways to meet my own needs and the needs of my children in the years to come. I am looking forward to some me time.

Sentence Diagramming...Anyone Remember This?

I was having a chat with my mother today about sentence diagramming. We were talking about how much we loved it as grade schoolers. I was big into geometry. Sentence diagramming seemed like the geometry of the language world. Anyhow, I am wondering your answers to the following questions:

1) Did you prefer geometry or algebra, in general?

2) Did you get better grades in geometry or algebra?

3) Do you remember sentence diagramming?

4) Did you like it?

5) Could you diagram a sentence today?

To jog your memory, here are a couple diagrams I found online. YIKES. Aren't they complex looking? How can I not remember how to do this? Also...remember stoichiometry from chemistry? Double yikes!!!!!!!!!

A Couple More Vids...

Little Laney Lou Who...she was very cute the last few days...she also has been cranky, bratty and neurotic. Ahhhhhh the terrible twos!

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Flight to Health (or Apparently Flight INTO Health)

There is a phenomenon in mental breakdowns and their treatment that is called a "flight to health." This is how they are describing my husband's condition the last few days. He was remarkably better and seemed really motivated to get out of the hospital. The problem is he also seemed very motivated to NOT go into any further treatment. So, now, they seem to have his number. One hospital is talking to the other and his doctor (psychiatrist) got involved. I am guessing he used the "malpractice" warning. He probably said something like this: "This guy is repeating a pattern here. He's experiencing a classic flight to health, this is not a real recovery, nor is it a good faith attempt to move on with his life. No. This is more likely a sign that he is not doing well and is in for more subsequent breakdowns..." So, now, thank GOD, they are refusing to let him out of the hospital due to the instability behind this feeling of wellness. Here is one of the only definitions I found of this phenomenon:

Definition: An opposite problem occurs when change comes too quickly. It's not uncommon for clients who enter therapy to deal with a difficult problem to experience a positive change in their situation after seeing a therapist for only a few sessions. Feeling good about this reversal of their lives and assuming change is easy, they convince themselves they no longer need outside assistance. There's even a name for this phenomenon. It's called a "flight to health." So future sessions are cancelled, although there is still a lot of work to reinforce the minor changes that have been made. Source: click here

I am sad for him, but I am happy to be divorcing him...well, not really happy. I wouldn't say that. I am sad and depressed and crestfallen and disappointed. The only good thing is that, at this particular moment, I don't have to fight and scream and get involved in this medical care. I can just let it be. I don't have to care for him anymore. Although, I continue to realize that I will not ever be able to stop caring about him.

UPDATE: As I was lying in bed this morning I started thinking that the phrase "flight into health" sounded more familiar. I don't know if the social worker got it wrong, or if I heard it wrong, but I found WAY more information on this new phrase...here are some interesting tidbits:

flight into health
in dynamic psychotherapy, the early but often only temporary disappearance of the symptoms that ostensibly brought the patient into therapy; a defense against the anxiety engendered by the prospect of further psychoanalytic exploration of the patients conflicts.

Retrieved from "http://www.biology-online.org/dictionary/Flight_into_health"

Flight into health
When a sick person who is terrified of diagnosis or treatment goes to the doctor, he or she may suddenly feel a lot better and not need anything done after all. In fact this can even be a psychological phenomenon, where they actually do feel better (something akin to the placebo effect).

Denial stage - classic behavior here is a 'flight into health', where previously-perceived problems are suddenly seen as having miraculously fixed themselves

Dear God, Bless Humpty Dumpty...

One of Elena's favorite pastimes these days is reading to us. I am both amazed at her comprehension and memory, while simultaneously in awe of how her imagination fills in the blanks. At the bottom of this post is a video of her reading so you can get a sense of her tone. Enjoy that, but a moment ago, I tried to transcribe her reading a prayer book to herself. There seems to be some interweaving between nursery rhymes and prayers, real life experiences and concerns and imaginary events and characters. It's pretty hysterical...here is the transcription as best as I could keep.

Thank you God. Last time (I think last time means "Once upon a time") made little baby horse and mama horse and reindeers, fwogs, tadpoles, chipmunks, spiders and dee bees. and dee squirrels, wabbits...
Last time my pwayers: make us feel better, make us go away and be good, humpty dumpty fell off wall, God bless him he fell off wall.

And frightened Miss Muffin away...(Nursery rhymes)

God bless horses
God bless kittens
God bless their daddies and make them feel better
Make everyone feel better
Go to the doctor and make them feel better and them don't look like dadda's doctor...(prayers for her dad)

And there's a fluff cold mountain and fluff cold mountain from fluff cold mountain (I have NO IDEA what the heck this means)
Dees pwayers...and pwayers...

He called for his pipe and he was merry old soul and thought about the many gifts you give us and people gave him many many gifts maybe God make us feel better and God bless our trip. (this is a combo of Old King Cole and a prayer that sounds an awful lot like what my mother says before dinner)

He thought about his fluff cold mountain and fluff cold mountain was cold...he thought and he thought and thought. He had a drip down his nose and he coughed and then he spit out his nose. He talk about it and he talk...Will you be my friend? Nope! No, I won't! (this is from Mouse and Elephant a different book...who knows how this fluff cold mountain character got in there - I think it is a character though)

Now I can read Good Day and Bad Day...on to another book...

Like a Handprint on My Heart

So, I have been listening to Wicked lately. Track 18 speaks to me. It tells the story of my husband and me. Perhaps we are not meant to be, perhaps we will not see each other for a long time. I don't know. I know I have been changed for the better for knowing him and having him as a friend. Here are the words to the song that makes me cry...track 18...the song is called For Good:

(Elphaba) I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...

(Glinda) I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba) It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

(Glinda) Because I knew you

(Both) I have been changed for good

(Elphaba) And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the thing I've done you blame me for

(Glinda) But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

(Both) And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda) Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba) Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

(Both) Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

(Glinda) And because I knew you...

(Elphaba) Because I knew you...

(Both) Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good.

My Mood for Today is:

SUCKO!!!