Pete and Repete...

My bloggin' has been slackin' so I must apologize.
My poetry's been rushed and my thoughts supersized...

HAHAHA!

Ok, well my poetry has been rushed and I need to do some clean up so I thought I'd start again...

Here's a flashback, a repeat of my first blog entry...

Welcome to my ruminations. As a safety precaution, I referred to a dictionary to procure the correct spelling of the word "rumination". (incidentally, do not assume that all words will be as carefully checked for I am a tremendously terrible speller and this would take vastly more time than I am prepared to devote to gods of grammar...and let me just go one step further and say that people who cannot spell are some of the smartest people on the Earth, but we'll get to that later...) Rumination, anyway, has two definitions as follow:

ru'mi-nate' (-nat') n. 1. to chew a cud 2. to meditate

It is the first definition we are concerned with here. Yes, this is a page dedicated to chewed up, half digested, regurgitate grass. Yum.

Why call yourself a headless anything, you ask? As a young girl, I learned that I was deficient - obviously. I lacked the "extra appendage", and for this reason I needed a man to be my "head". Now, I have no idea why lacking a...well, you know...could be solved by giving me someone else's head. It seems as though someone would have offered a...well, you know...

Anyway, I am now 29 years old and quite happy for I have discovered that God is not a chauvinist. More on this later, but for those who are interested, I would still be labeled a Christian by Southern Baptist. They would simply believe that I am misdirected and "headless". Yep, I'm running wild and foaming at the mouth. It might be the cud...

And that one's for you, Pete!

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 2/21/2004 05:30:00 PM