Poem: How many breaths you take

"The mystery behind the dates of how many breaths you take. It ain't promised, it ain't forgiven, all the time you have been given. So take the time to show your love, and appreciate it greatly from above. Down here on Earth, is what we are living, but don't sweat it too long, for soon we'll be leaving. Take every breath of this circus and show it had a true purpose. For tomorrow who knows, it just very well may be our last chorus, and regardless, you wouldn't want to be thought of as worthless. No, you don't want to be thought of as pompous, nor tireless, just given the respect of what you truly encompassed."Nadia Huckeba

Heartbroken

Heartbroken and saddened yet the show must go on. So, aside from being heartbroken, I lost my soul Tonite as well. Literally! I was walking around high school campus-ya, lost my soul! I can't Believe it's HIGH SCHOOL!) with my family and My nice $700 Hogan Boots, the whole rubber soul Just fell off! Uhh! So, bend down, look around, and pick it up! I squeamishly look to my left, then to my right. Anyone looking? Bend down really fast and rescue it! Good thing I used my large Satchel Marc Jacobs Purse tonite! Had I used my usual, smaller 'DB' or Santana purse, I would've been needing to Carry it like an Iphone--in my hand! I had stepped wrong getting out of the car, and So yes, the rubber had become unglued, but I certainly didn't think it would embarrass Me @my Alma Mater! It didn't matter how Stylish I tried to look&how many compliments I got on them tonite--they obviously didn't Notice the $700 pair of shoes, lose Their souls too! I had lost my soul, as did my beloved Hogan boots-boo hoo! Hey, at least we were together and I still have it's soul! My soul has fallen And I'm trying to 're-glue' it back! My Hogan's have no soul! Literally! Where can I get them repaired? Be well out there...

Women and Chicken

A weird though came to me last night-or Shall I say, 'early morning!' There are so many similarities in nature. Women are oftentimes unfairly compared to A whole slew of animals/ objects. However, this time, I don't know how or why, "Women are like Chicken." What? Yes, "Women are like Chicken!" We squawk. (Go get the clothes out of the dryer!) Our feathers get ruffled.(Why did you put my dry clean Only' shirt in the dryer!?) We make eggs.(Do you want your eggs scrambled, over easy..?) We lay eggs.(Yay, I got my period this month!) The best parts are the breast.("I like breasts," he says!) The best parts are the thighs.(She has great curves/thighs!) The best parts are the legs.(She has beautiful legs!) We're bright eyed and bushy tailed.(Golly, It's a fashion show and we're just dropping off our kids at school!) We fly the coop.(oh yes we do! Either to get away...or to get with!) We run like a chicken with our heads cut off!(I've got to go to dry cleaners, pick up something for kids bake sale Tomorrow, I've got to go to post office, go watch Tyler's baseball game Shit, first I need gas! But, I need to get some money from ATM-cuz YOU KNOW you're not supposed to use your ATM at gas stations! Aaahh-do all of this in time to pick up the kids from school and make It to Tyler's baseball game! "But, ah, I'm ok!" And then, some of us ARE chicken! Nadia Huckeba

2nd grade Kids homework

So, what am I supposed to do with an over zealous Child, who's eager to learn, yet 'doesn't' read...yet? It's a tire some task to read through all of the Assignments my 2nd grader is required to complete. It's beyond grueling! Hours after hours, days after days and now, Week after week, it's grueling. From the work book pages, to the print outs, to the Assigned reading, to the silent reading book, To the writing assignments, to the lesson's learned/ Achieved. Oh wait, but that's not all! There's still like 5 websites that have to be met! Remember, my lil 7 year old doesn't read! It's disheartening that her mind just blocks It out! She has no desire to fulfill her reading Level. Her world is 'learning' but OTHER things! She's the creative learner. She wants to perform and dance and sing and act and play make believe. Conveying to her that she must meet her obligations Is irrelevant. Not to me, but to her! No amount of threatening and punishment has changed The situation for the better! She cries and get's frustrated. She groans and moans. Then I groan and moan! Aaahhh! I wanna pull my hair out! Phew, then it's done!she finished her last sheet On Reading Comprehension! So, I'm done with this week and yet another series Is before us... Moaning and Groaning I finish... Be well

Insomniacs

Because it is just before 2 am, I ask myself, "what does being human mean?" Well, because we are human, as a species, it does mean Different things to 'different people'-those who are "Droids." I've had my fair share of them. It's 'fun' to be an insomniac! So much deeper thinking sets in before sleep ever can! Do you have such 'deep thoughts' with yourself? At least we care to delve into deeper topics. Don't even get me started, "if god/God exists!" So, instead of that, I lighten my own load with Human existence. We all want to progress, some more than others, and Some have their own creative ways in which they believe They will attain it. I on the other hand, believe in "tire gunk" or elbow grease." So, motto to self: "it's ok to use elbow grease." I actually need, "elbow lard!" So, as I finish my 2nd draft on my play...only 500 More to go! And, because I am 15% human, I think I'll go to bed now. But, Because I am a 'writer', bed and sleep are antonyms. As are human and droids. Sleep is welcomed, yet will come in due time. Just don't know 'when.' Do you sleep? I do, when I'm not writing. Which is, Never! Sweet Dreams to all, Insomniacs.