Michelle Ann Cramer, Author

Dressed All Day

2012-02-01T20:13:03Z

So yesterday, January 31st, 2012 - An unprecedented event occurred in the Bat house!!

Ellen has been dressed ALL DAY!

From 8am this morning her body has been clothed

~Yeahhhhh......

Running With Penguins

2012-02-01T20:11:45Z

Running in a skirt holding a giant robot penguin never ends well...

Ellen's first trip to the school nurse

Chica Boom X

2012-02-01T20:10:59Z

Chica chica boom boom and my daughter gets the letter X

Sso far we have x-ray, xylophone, Xerox, XL, XS, Roman #X & Xena Warrior Princess...

Poor kid couldnt come up with anything beyond X-ray & xylophone.

Today I google Imaged a bunch of things for her to use and now we are excited!

13 Sunrises

2012-02-01T20:09:43Z

Feb 1st - The next 13 sunrises lead us to Michelle day!!

The whole nation stops to recognize ... ladies get flowers and candy in my honor, cards are bought, people get so overwhelmed they even occasionally propose marriage to others!

And you know there are many ways to feel as if you've succeeded in this life, but nothing says "you've made it," like having Wal-Mart dedicate an entire store aisle in your honor.

What Comes Up

2012-01-31T18:57:59Z

When it comes up,
They all rise.
When it goes down,
It's like they die.
All is quiet in this small town,
But when morn comes,
They'll be back around.

Country Girl

2012-01-31T18:56:04Z

I wish I was the kind of person country music is written about...

Salt in The Wound

2012-01-31T18:54:09Z

Chewed off bottom lip to raw flesh - CHECK!

Salted Popcorn - CHECK!

Let the sadistic pain begin!

Chapped lip season - it's the most wonderful time if the year.... !

Old Fashion Fun

2012-01-31T18:52:52Z

It turns out Avon Nail Accents from 1982 don't still work ... #disappointeddaughter #Avon

So I taught her how to play Marbles instead ... #oldfashionfun #ivelostmymarbles

Passing it On

2012-01-31T18:50:02Z

There comes a time in all our lives when those cherished possessions from our childhood that we've been hoarding to one day pass on to the next generation, actually have to be, eh-hem, passed down to the next generation.

It's the hardest thing to do - to watch someone else play with your toys and not do it the right way. To hear them change a toy's name. To see them carelessly left on the floor when they are done, because they could never possibly understand the value it holds in your heart.... or even worse... having them say, "no thank you" when you offer something so special to them to have and play with.

Unfortunately at some point, we do each have to part with our past. We do have to give our relics an opportunity to be appreciated again by the next cast of characters... Even if your child doesn't appreciate every toy you've saved for them, someone out there will.

It's that time Gen X... we have to pull out the boxes and begin making the offers. If we're shot down, it may be time to take the remaining items to the goodwill. It's sad to see it go, but when you hold on for someone to someday have, you have to actually let them have it. Other wise what's the point?

Every toy deserves to be loved and played with - Right Woody?

[My daughter is currently on Cloud 9 because of all the fun things I gave her this weekend. The ones that didn't not interest her, she politely told me I could keep them. The best part though is hugging my old stuffies... I slept with one of them last night... ssshhhh....don't tell. ]

Contradiction

2012-01-31T18:44:49Z

This is from a High School notebook.

Apparently its Folklore of nonsensical rhymes, but for some reason I think Sucheski taught it to me ???

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up and started to fight.
One was blind and the other couldn't see,

So they called on a dead man to be referee.

Back to back, facing each other,
They drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and ran to save the two dead boys.
And if you don't believe it's true,
go ask the blind man, he saw it too.

Russians on The Griff

2012-01-29T16:15:54Z

I read in this morning's paper about the progress (or lack there of) in converting the Ex Griffiss AFB into an international airport. What I found odd in the article, was that a plane was sitting in Building 101 being fitted to Russian parts for a Russian Air Line company.

This seems like a disrespectful slap in the great Nuclear Air Bases' face to me.

I know the Cold War ended over 20 years ago, but it just seems so very odd.

I guess the problem is that to me, Griffiss is it's own entity... a living being in its own tarmac and bunker way. It's not just 3500 acres of runway and buildings. To me, its like the giant planes that called it home for so very long - living, breathing, protecting... aware of all things that made it was it was.

With this notion, I find it hard to swallow that we are now fitting planes that belong to it's longest most staunch enemy. Like we're letting them into the secret underbelly of one of the greatest deterrents in US History...

I had the same feelings of disgrace and disrespect when they built those hideous stages for Woodstockk '99. Did no one else see the irony of holding a "Peace" festival on a huge Nuclear Air Base???? And what a inconsiderate thing to do to someone that was still coming to terms with it's deactivation and destruction. It was bad enough she lost her necessity in protecting her country, but let's invite the immature, distrurb and angry Generation X in to deficate on her memory.

I dealt with Woodstock and actually watched some of our favorite bands on high jacked cable, but it still makes me sick when I break it down in my mind.

As for the Russians ... the Cold War has far since been over, and what I have to cling to is that at least it's jobs in this area - an area that's been insanely depressed since 1993.

So we'll let them into the inner sanctum... let them casually taxi past SAC Hill. Be ushered in from our towers, monitored by EADS (Eastern Air Defense Sector) Let them take a drive down Perimeter Road and casually walk around the graveyard that at one time was one of the largest United States Nuclear arsenals.

In this peace time we'll allow it,

... after all it is just an international airport - right?

Awaiting

2012-01-29T15:51:43Z

AWAITING

There Awaiting;

Nervously he perspires,
Heart beating fast.
Steps into the shoot,
To watch time slowly pass.

Tense memorizing,
Taking it slow.
That horse finishes,
Now it’s his turn to show.

Rounding the pen,
His courtesy circle so,
So full of poise,
With rhythm they flow.

Down the first line,
Deep to the first fence with a tuck,
Knees brought high,
The horse saved him, his luck.

Finishing the course,
With the elegance of the sport.
For he knew he had won,
On a champion of a horse.

[this is a Michelle Cramer Original from 1992]

Old is New

2012-01-29T15:48:31Z

Yesterday we started gutting the basement. We're only half done, but Ellie has made out well.

We found a box of my old Stuffed animals and sent them through a spin cycle! She now has 10 "new" stuffies she adores.

We also found a box of books and pulled quite a few out to read...

Last night we sat down with 2 stuffed Foxes and Benji, The Fastest Dog in The West!

oh yay!!

Lets Mess You Up!

2012-01-27T19:09:34Z

There's some serious wrestling going on in the other room & I just heard Ellie say, "Time In! Now get up old man and let's mess you up!"

nice ~

We Need To Talk

2012-01-27T19:06:29Z

I heard on the radio that 89% of men experience the same anxitey stricken physical reaction as they do for a heart attack just by hearing a woman say, "We Need To Talk."

Ladies... I think you know what we have to do LOL

Soft Kitty

2012-01-27T19:05:16Z

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr... "

- Sheldon's Mommy

Matress Tags

2012-01-27T19:04:23Z

My daughter has a bizarre obsession with removing the tags from stuffed animals & pillows. I fear that she is headed to a life of crime once she graduates to mattress tags.

Little Felon Ellen

In The Jam

2012-01-27T19:03:20Z

What did one strawberry say to the other?

"If you weren't so fresh, we wouldn't be in this jam"

Paybacks a ...

2012-01-27T19:02:39Z

I sincerely pray that as I reach my golden years, & my grown up daughter is trying desperately to get me dressed and off to the Sr. Center for Bingo, so she can get to work, I have the presence of mind, as well as my sarcastic wit still in tact to really mess with her!

I plan to make her follow me around the house with my stockings asking me over and over to put them on, scream bloody murder when she comes at me with the hair brush even though it has not yet touch me, and lastly, I will let her get me fully dressed and when she leaves the room with direction to put my shoes and coat on, I'll stripdown to my underwear and sit in the middle of the floor with a book. When she returns to see I'm no longer 'ready to go' I'll tell her "They didn't feeled good."

She'll bitch that I'm a crazy old Pain in the ass, but I'll really just be evil laughing on the inside!

Honestly If my child ever made it directly from point A to point B it would be a flippin' miracle

I'm is seriously in need of a Crisis Hotline # for Mothers of 4 yr old daughters....

She Died.

2012-01-27T18:58:48Z

The other day I was watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium and decided I want this said at my funeral. [ I have to tell you, because when I ask Brett for such things, he implies I'm a bother... Please spread my ashes from the Maine Water Tower where I was born & he responds, "I'm not driving all the way to Maine." nice] so here it goes....

I've lived all five of my acts, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "She died."