She’s witty, but never mean. She’s stunning, but her shapely form houses a magnificent brain. She’s open to suggestions, but she knows what she wants. (Namely, more beefcake on this blog.)
She is a kick-ass, take-no-prisoners mom and the type of wife a man wants at his bedside when he’s sick – and in his bed when he’s not….
She writes poetry and knows her way around an instrument…. I’m referring to a camera, you perverts. (You know who you are.)
Larger than life
Less sure than me
what to keep
or throw away
Sinew and bone
Nails bit to the nub
his tips on mine
I can’t breathe and would gladly quit
if not breathing meant
we could stay
Accepting and Rejecting
Yearning and yeilding
Blocking and tackling
Rejecting and returning
He returns every time
Pulling me in with
curves and lines
Pushing me away
with our shared breath
I inhale his
while he exhales mine
coax him back
so I quit breathing
and pull him to me
He lets me
I’m not scared
touch his fingers
and breathe again
This has been “A Moment of Culture with MamaMick Terry”, presented by The Hook.
You’re welcome, peasants.
Now back to our regularly scheduled 5×5 post…
1) Do you like trains?
How did you know? Was it the bazillion pictures on my photography blog or the fact that I replay Eric Church’s Creepin’ video over and over again?
Growing up in the middle of nowhere, it became evident quite quickly that the train tracks connected our little towns to each other and the grain cars were responsible for carrying away the farmer’s meal ticket to support his family. As a teenager, I worked a summer at one of those grain elevators and each day (during wheat harvest) found us office girls scrambling to the phone to win the “train car lottery.” We each had a line and our job was to repeatedly dial the main office until one of us “got in” and reserved a car. I knew I’d done my job when train cars showed the next morning. I remembered seeing the sun rise in the East over the top of those graffiti-decorated rust buckets that had magically appeared somewhere between the time we left at midnight and before we came back at 6:00 the next morning.
The sound, the rust, the rumble of the ground as a train flies by….it stirs deep in my belly and stops me in my tracks when I catch a “live one” with my camera. I’ve been shoed away by police officers and vagrants who have found me cruising the tracks, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to get that next great shot.
It’ll be no surprise to you to know that I also applied for the Amtrak Writer’s Residency program. It’s a long shot (only picked 24 out of 9000+ applicants), but my railroad ties are crossed.
Now…back to Eric…
2) If you could host your own version of The Mad Hatter’s tea party, who would you invite. (Your guests can be from any time period or any reality you choose.)
It’s your question, but I get to make my own rules, right? RIGHT! (Thank you, Mr. Hook!)
So, with MY rules, I’d have TWO tea parties. One for celebs and one for blogger buds.
However, Jennie who blogs at Daisies from Dust, gets to come to both. She’ll have the necessary “drink me” potions and jabberwocky fighting skills that will be required in both settings.
- Norman Reedus (Daryl Dixon from Walking Dead) (Beefcake)
- Mark Twain (Crazy Genius)
- Robert Downey Junior (Crazy Beefcake)
- Martha Stewart (duh! Someone has to yell, “Clean cup! Clean cup! Move down! Move down!)
- El Guapo from Guapola (Beefcake)
- Christy from RunningOnSober (Crazy Genius who will bring chocolate)
- Victoria from Victoria Neuronotes (More Crazy who will bring an adult beverage )
- Ned Hickson from Ned’s Blog (Crazy Beefcake)
3) You requested some beefcake on my blog; who do suggest I seek out from the blogging world or the pop culture universe in general?
This was the easiest question of them all, Mr. Hook.
I think WE need to see a feature on YOU…with a picture. Just sayin’.
We get to see glimpses of Hook’s clever and fetching personality in your “stranger than fiction” Tales From The Lobby Stories. But, if you must know, your audience is dying to ask you some probing questions and that us of the cheesecake variety really want to see a photograph of the face your lovely wife gets to see every day.
In fact, I think your readers should pose some questions in the comments.
(You didn’t know that I was a button pusher did you?)
I do now. By the way, if you search Google Images for “Robert Hookey”, this is the first result…
Needless to say, I’m perfectly all right with that. I’d rather people look at Becca Cord’s fresh-faced, radiant mug than mine any day. By the way, this is the eighth image…
The less said about this, the better…
4) Your favorite rock star is…
No brainer. It’s P!nk.
My husband and I saw her in concert last year and were completely blown away. In addition to the fact that she has a set of pipes, writes her own music AND performs acrobatics while singing live….you should see the abs on that woman. In addition to being funny, crazy and sexy–she reaches her audience with honesty, sincerity and vulnerability. I’m a fan for life.
In fact, I un-invite Martha from the tea party and will be having P!nk instead.
5) The best thing about being the Michelle of 2014 is…
Oh hey. I was told that there wouldn’t be any serious questions. Thank you, sir. May I have another?
Actually, I’m okay with the Michelle of 2014.
- She’s older and wiser and married to a younger man (insert Mrs. Robinson theme song here)–been together 25 years!
- I’ve messed up plenty, but feel like I’ve done a decent job raising my kiddos into happy, healthy and hilarious people.
- FINALLY, I’m comfortable in my own skin and don’t mind letting people see me make mistakes or act like an idiot. In fact, I prefer it.
- I can finally bench press my own weight.
- Somehow, I can still turn my man’s eye when there’s been a wardrobe malfunction while hitting the heavy bag at the gym.
- I know the batting average of every (starting) Kansas City Royal heading into the 28th game of the season and can describe what a 6-4-3 double play looks like.
- At this stage of life, most days are spent in a groundswell of gratitude–whining and pining and wishing when out with the nineties.
Told you she was all that…
I have nothing more to say. The truth is, if I lavish anymore praise on MamaMick Terry, I’ll be in serious danger of winding up in the ER, courtesy of Mrs. Hook, of course. I’ll wrap this up by thanking my lovely guest today and by advising all of you to head over to her corner of the web.
See you in the lobby, folks…