Monday, July 31, 2006
The good news is that I finally got a Samsung phone from the Cingular Wireless Warehouse that I will actually keep this time. It does seem to be a cheaper material and I still think the design is chunky, but it is the upgraded version of the phone I actually had to begin with. It is upgraded to access and send computer Im's easier. Which I will avoid like the plague because of the expense of Global Positioning time. (LOL) It's always something with me, I am sooooo not a techno geek. I'm still not happy I have to pay a huge deductible for it, but some battles in life aren't worth the effort. I guess $50.00 is were I draw the line, maybe if it were $50.01 I'd be in there slugging.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
devastated by a very hard life experience. Soon after I went on vacation to the beach, hoping to find some peace and healing around it, and while climbing my way back up from my sadness I found this silly set of chalk sticks. Funny how humor can actually break the spell of a focus on what is lost and can point you in another direction entirely. I took finding these as sign from the Universe to "get over and on with it." Of course this set found it's way to my alter, where it serves as a daily reminder to remember the bad in life is just as valuable as the good. To try and take it all with humor and not be so attached to my own agenda or projected outcome.
The Hindu God Vishnu is the preserver and protector of creation. Vishnu is the embodiment of mercy and goodness, the self-existent, all pervading power that preserves the Universe and maintains the cosmic order. Being a guy and in the direct line of Buddha he always goes first on the prayer scroll. My favorite Hindu Goddess (on second thought I have several) is Kali the Destroyer, generally because she is very powerfully depicted as a great female warrior, the goddess of destruction and creation. She never comes first on the scroll, but she's in there and that's enough for me. This hangs on my alter to honor the Hindu gods and goddesses, and remind me that faith has many faces and all are valid.
I was thinking the other day, I actually remember a life before computers. I think my generation will definitely be the last that can. From my extraordinarily expensive ($5000.00) first laptop, where I had no idea how to do anything but point and click to now when I am actually learning more about HTML code writing it's been a pretty bumpy ride. Again, I did avoid it, mainly because in some ways I do not trust technology. It is the fault of the V.C.R. I am afraid. I could never program one to save my life then, and I am no better now. Some things never change.
Today I sent out links to my new blog to some dear friends, as I had actually written enough I thought my blog could be interesting to others. Not like a real letter or anything, but better than nothing. Several responded and that was fun. I forgot to mention ya'll can respond to any post at the bottom by clicking the "comments" section, and the best part is you don't have to log on or be a member to do so. I do enjoy doing this, because it is like little daily postcards that can be picked up and read any time. So welcome to everybody. I'll keep writing if you keep reading :)
In my alter building activities over the years, I have been surprised that children actually "get" the concept easier than adults do. At least that is my experience. My niece Crystal looked around for a very long time before she actually found the perfect rock for me to include, and was very proud of finding it. She always checks my alter to see if it is still there. To me this rock represents her excitement about being a part of my alter. It also represents nature, the physical earth, as well as the timeless cycle of death and rebirth. Of which Crystal, of course, is a shining example.
This antique Chinese silver necklace is one of our discoveries. We actually bought it for resell, but I fell in deep like (I don't think you should consider calling it "love" for an object) and one of the few pieces out of the thousands we bought I kept for myself. It is a very old silver stamping, three dimensional, and heavy silver content as it tarnishes easily. It does seem to be very old, but oriental jewelry isn't my specialty so I couldn't date it. Since I am a big girl, big jewelry "works" on me, and I wear this sometimes. I actually hang it on my alter because the image is a traveler, and to me it represents the path taken in life. And just like this necklace, my path has been unusual.
Started documenting my art intention alter contents here, and that required taking individual photographs of everything and clearing my alter. A great opportunity to dust it and focus my intention. The funny thing was, when Genie visited me earlier she saw right away that it was dismantled and freaked. I didn't even think she would notice and was surprised. I guess she felt an "alter-less" Laura was abnormal in some way. Even though it hangs there every day I barely notice it most times and figure most people don't. Just goes to show, my strange habit of alter building can grow on you and even seem normal after a while. Even in a small town in Texas.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
I figured out there were bubbles blown every hour on New Years Eve from 5 pm to about 4 am the next morning from these little champagne bottles. This one remains on my alter to remind me of all the friends I love and how lucky I am to have them everywhere as we all go about our lives on the planet. Separated by distance, but together in our hearts.
What we found was utter devastation when I try to describe it to people I fall woefully short of words. We had a very limited time to salvage anything we could, so armed with plastic gloves, face masks, big rubber boots, and all the plastic trash bags and dry boxes we could find we set to packing up what could be cleaned and kept of his previous life. This picture is of his bedroom as we found it. As you can imagine, not much was salvageable.
Everything was covered in a slushy, messy goo from weeks of
being underwater, and every surface covered in an even worst smelling mold. Luckily, because Wade lived on a second floor we were able to salvage some things. In our hurry to search and pack everything a water soaked box broke, scattering all kinds of small toys and pins across the squishy carpet. In the middle of the mess I found this frigidaire pin in good shape even though it was covered in slime. I asked Wade if I could keep it as a souvenir, and when I arrived home I cleaned it and placed it on my alter.
This is on my alter to remind me that no matter how bad any situation in life gets, there is always something to salvage from it if you are still alive. Thanks for my best birthday ever Wade. Even if we didn't have air conditioning we had Frigidaire :)
In my next life I hope I return to be a glass lampworker. I have had a love affair with glass blowing and all manner of glass art for a long time, and I've collected many wonderful pieces. None are so valuable to me, however, than this little misshapen marble. When I was in Seattle I took lampworking classes at Pratt Institute, and this was my very first attempt at making a marble. Now, it is seriously harder than it looks, making molten glass behave. It takes a lot of practice to master the skills needed, I even had to have special pink tinted glasses to protect my eyes from the torch tip and certain intense light blindness. I actually made several marbles that worked better than this, but this was the first one. It's place on my alter is to remind me that even with as much as I know about my craft and art, that in certain ways I will always be a beginner.
This multicolored glass lampworked ornament I purchased at World Market about two years ago for $4.99. Probably blown by a thirteen year old boy in China who didn't have the opportunity and expensive equipment I had during my lessons. No artist in America would master this as well as he did and sell it for so little, but that doesn't make the skill any less valuable. It is placed on my alter to remind me what is possible with determination and practice, and as proof positive there will always be someone farther along than I am. I find it is what you do with what you know that really counts in life, how you make it your own statement. So this is what my little marble looks up to and hopes to be when it grows up.
When lightning strikes Fulgerites are created from the silica sand. It melts and fuses forming these tube-like miracles of "frozen" lightning. It takes a bolt of lightning, billions of joules of energy, 10,000-30,000 degrees Fahrenheit of heat, a few milliseconds and the melting point of silica (sand) to create one of these treasures. Their interior is naturally formed glass, and they often are hollow and translucent. They are very rare, but can be found anywhere there is sand after a lightening storm.
This is on my alter to remind me that sometimes people strike the sands of your life and leave behind something rare and precious, and it happens generally when you least expect it. The best of my friends are like this to me, and I hope sometimes I am to them too. Thanks Jim :)
Friday, July 28, 2006
This frenzy of activity is probably because it has been cooler, getting into only the mid 90's during the day. Everyday the weather report says rain, but I think they do that here in Texas to inspire hope. I can actually count the times it has rained in my ten months here. On one hand.
No cell phone update. I did call and found my new one was shipped today. That crack became a hole about two days ago, and the headset is now all wobbly. I guess I'd best finish this entry before it becomes a long drawn out sad list.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
:::::crossing my fingers behind my back::::::
Is there a 12 Step program for this?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The last month as I have worked on my blog I've had a lot of fun, but best of all I actually learned some things. I've learned a little about HTML coding (I have avoided it like a plague for years, leaving it to the professionals). I've uploaded pictures and links. I've played some with type styles. I've been reading other people's blogs, and it has lead me to thinking about other blogging ideas. Everyday I think about how to play even more. I love stuff that inspires creativity like this.
So I think I may be a "Blogger" now. Guilty. (LOL)
Monday, July 24, 2006
Oh goody. My new replacement phone arrived today. The cheapest plastic Motorola phone you can possibly buy. You can get it on Ebay for a dollar, I looked it up. Can't even take text messages, which I do get frequently. So of course I spent time getting a return authorization from Cingular today. You would have thought I'd asked them to send a check for a million dollars instead of a phone closer in type to my old one. I'm starting to think that crack isn't THAT bad. So the story of corporate greed continues as I get another phone by Thursday. I can hardly wait.
So then I moved to Texas. Called the local cable company, and was very clear I wanted to order the cable option that would insure I got the LOGO channel. No problem. Got cable installed, NO LOGO channel. Oh, there was a big black screen where it was supposed to be, but no programming. So I went on a campaign to get LOGO. I called the cable company once a week for four months, every time being told I should have LOGO, they just couldn't understand why I wasn't getting it. Then I upped the ante to one call every day for 30 days, and insisted and was credited for not having it. Still no LOGO. I finally went directly to my local cable outlet to complain in person. I was standing there discussing it with a technician (Obviously family by the way, I could tell by the ride of her toolbelt) when a sweet young motherly type standing in line with me asks "What is the LOGO channel?" I, of course, being me, smiled sweetly and replied "Why, it's the Lesbian and Gay Programming Channel" just like I was discussing a pot roast with another shopper at Safeway.
She actually stepped away from me like my hair had caught on fire. It was truly breathtaking :)
Anyway, I did end up getting the LOGO channel, and so did everyone in my viewing market. I received a bill insert on the company letterhead, explaining the problem was that LOGO was so "new" this area of Texas was not equipped to handle it's individual "key code" in cable boxes, and that the problem had been corrected in the entire area. So I am happy now that it is at least available.
And by the way, if you own a business, and apply for the free COSTCO spousal membership card for your girlfriend, you have me to thank for getting it :) But that is another story for another day...
Kicking down big walls one brick at a time. In heels.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I experienced a miracle this weekend. In the larger view of life perhaps not that big or earth shattering, but a miracle just the same to me.
I had a girlfriend (Yes, it is possible to have an actual girlfriend) that loved my chili. After eating it the very first time, she actually proposed to me. This girlfriend became crazed over this chili, wanting it all the time. I found I was making it two or three times a month. Now sometimes, unfortunately, in life there comes a time in a relationship you have to weigh the pros and cons. Is this person really worth the energy expended on their behalf? (And do not, for one minute, tell me we have not all experienced this in some form or fashion.) I thought of the endless hours of chili making, and she was definitely riding the edge of that balance. So upon finding no frozen brick of chili in the freezer one day, she smiled sweetly and asked "Honeykins, when are you making more chili?"
Hmmmmm...DANGER, DANGER....we have now finally slipped off that edge into the abyss, Will Robinson.
I smiled as sweetly as I could manage back and replied (This is a quote)"Honey, that just isn't possible, I've run out of chili meat." She pressed, she whined, and she moaned for days about it, even publicly at a friend's house several days later. This was indeed the last straw. I turned on my heel, mustered up my best drag queen stance and said (another quote) "I'm so sorry honey, that chili meat is a special ingrediant. I've always used exgirlfriends, and I've run completely out. Unless you'd like to volunteer?" Ah-hem. The room grew quiet, and the legend was born.
Soooo...To make this long tragic story short...several years after this incident, that girlfriend (now a bonafide ex-girlfriend) called me one day as exgirlfriends do. After catching up and making a few amends, she ended the conversation with "Thank you, Laura Belle, for not using me as chili meat."
This is my story and I'm sticking to it. I'm not really a psychopath, unless you count playing one on T.V. Any questions? >>>peering over glasses<<<
Until I was about 12, I had very thick blond hair, and it turned brown almost overnight. It was wavy and I remember ironing it straighter in my pre-teens, then braiding it in High School. I didn't actually cut it short until I was in college. About three years ago I decided to try and grow it long, and not for the nicest of reasons. As I was growing up I had three sisters, all with beautiful long, straight, white blond hair. Mine was brown and wavy, and too thick for the 70's. I hated my hair for years, but a very smart hairdresser told me some day I would love it. I remember laughing out loud for a full five minutes when he said it.
Flash forward to the future. My beautiful blond sisters all have thinning, wispy hair, and spend hours with blow dryers and hair spray puffing it up to actually look like hair. And here I am at 49 with long thick hair. Gobs and gobs of it. I probably loose more brushing it than they have on their heads. I'm generally not very vain. But I do realize I've grown this hair for the teenager that felt not so beautiful in comparison to her sisters. Just because I could. Sometimes the things you dislike the most about yourself come to be what you cherish later. The lesson my hair taught me.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Those of you that know me personally know how I resisted this little piece of modern technology. I finally buckled under just last year, tired of waiting for the Social Security implant version I just knew must be coming. I've had my cell phone ten months, and it was every headache I knew it would be and more. So imagine my shock when I realized yesterday, after treating this happy little camper like a precious jewel for months, that the casing at the hinge had a huge crack in it. Not from being run over by a car, not from being dropped on cement from a third story window, but from actually being used. Doing it's intended job. Opening and closing.
Now, I like talking on the phone just as much as any other gal, but I refuse to believe this problem has anything to do with my use of the phone. Looks like a manufacturer's defect to me. Good thing I'm under warranty. A quick phone call to Cingular One debased me of this notion rather quickly. The warranty does not cover the actual phone per se, but only defects on a list provided from Samsung. Hinge crack is not on the list. Hmmm..OK, luckily I am insured at a price of $4.90 a month for problems of this nature. I then call the insurance carrier, and once again I am slapped with the hand of cold, cruel reality. SURE, they can replace my phone housing. Of course there is a $50.00 deductible, the rest paid for by my insurance.
So let me get this straight, I am paying a $50.00 insurance deductible (billed) to replace my phone casing that has an obvious manufacturer's defect. A phone that is still covered under warranty, but not for this defect since the manufacturer doesn't recognize this as a problem.
Cool. I just love being financial fodder under the wheels of the big American Business Machine.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
She immediately saw me as I walked up to the counter, and started to cop a 'tude. I guess it is because my postal work does seem to be complicated and scary (Bwaahaahaa) to her, but I am always prepared with everything marked and ready. All forms filled out, I even use nine digit zip codes whenever possible. On today's agenda, first came the ritual of cashing the existing money orders. Usually I just use them to pay my shipping at the end, but this clerk always recoils in horror when she sees them and requires I cash them up front because she doesn't know how to apply them to my ticket at the end. OK, never let it be said I won't compromise. But today was a special day for us both, as she took my endorsed checks and placed them into the open cash drawer, closing it after. Only upon shutting the drawer did she then realize she had forgotten to run them through the computer for number verification. Oops.
What happened next was tragic and comical all at the same time. Very Fellini-esque, and if I wrote it in a script and delivered it to a Hollywood producer I doubt seriously they would pick up my option. The entire system shut down. Yes folks, if you ever want to bring a United States Post Office to it's knees, just force the clerk to forget to authorize a lowly money order. And not just my clerk's system, the other clerk's computer module went as well. For thirty five long, tick, tick, tick minutes not one piece of mail could be processed at the counter. I stood there trying not to notice the lynch mob forming behind me. I felt the heat of a gathering storm of irked humanity. The line had been exceedingly long before, but after this mishap it became even longer. And do I have to mention how hot it is in Texas at 2:15 pm in the afternoon in a jam packed post office? Tick, Tick, Tick.
After what seemed to be the longest thirty five minutes of my life, and after watching six postal employees try at least 38 ways to "fix" the problem the postal computer was finally tricked into opening the drawer and rebooting the system. I luckily escaped with my life and the ability to tell the tale tonight. But then there is always tomorrow's shipments. :::::shiver::::: UPS maybe?
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Yes it definitely is. Went to an afternoon showing of "The Devil Wears Prada" to have a great laugh considering my somber mood as of late, and when I got home these tiny beauties were waiting for me. Meant to comfort me considering my lost Mother's birthday and to remind me life continually moves forward. I would add to that especially with help from a friend. I arranged them myself in my favorite Italian vase, the one that always sits next to my bed. I do so love to smell roses when I am waking up in the morning, and here is a picture of their new home there. Thank you RCM for your thoughtfulness, as always.
Have you ever seen anything cuter in your life?
And I don't mean the frog. :)
This is Crystal. One of the great loves of my life. Now someday she will be reading this, and will probably blush at her shaggy summertime hair and being publicly displayed on her Aunt's BLOG. But Crystal baby, I am here to tell you that when you get older, and someone doesn't love this group of pictures like I do, or doesn't adore the way you can wiggle your nostrils, walk on by. Because these are some of the best parts of you and should always be loved and nurtured. Just a suggestion from the past for your future honey.
XOXOX The "Crazy" Aunt
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
See this pretty pathetic picture of two little desk clocks. Just your average desk clocks, right? Little lucite encased LED clocks that show time date, temp and alarm. But trust me when I tell you these mild mannered clocks are not your typical "soccer mom" kinda clocks. Oh, no. Just last night I found out their dirty little secret. At dusk, when the room grows dark, and the conditions are just right, these seemingly normal looking lucite LED desk clocks do THIS...
...They become the veritable "drag queen disco ball" of desk clocks. The LED faces glow, but not just in one color, but 10 different colors ( red, magenta, orange, yellow, lime green, kelly green, lavender, purple, blue, dark blue) cycling through the rainbow every 30 seconds. Wow!
As you can clearly see, I am somewhat easily amused.
I'll try really hard just for today not to drive you crazy once. Really (LOL)You are a damn fine friend: loyal, trustworthy, smart and absolutely the best of friends to have at one's back. Who could ever ask for more than that in life? Blood sisters to the end my friend. :)
Monday, July 17, 2006
Tomorrow is my mother's birthday. The first since she passed last August, and I doubt another July 18th will ever go by now that I forget it. This picture was taken of her at her college graduation, when she was 17 years old.
My mother was a real character, funny, intelligent, and severely wounded by her life. They certainly don't come much smarter than my mother, as she spent most of her life as a clinical microbiologist. In many situations she was the "go to" gal for clinical research, and for many years worked in cancer research at Southwestern Medical School in Dallas. Later in her career she worked closely with the CDC in Atlanta during Aids research outreach. Most gay folks heard the story about the "gay cancer" just about the time my mom actually expressed her concern to me privately about the sketchy findings that were starting to flow through the medical community. She was that kind of mom.
All this generally didn't leave much time for baking cookies, and in some ways she lived a strange double life. Ever the iconoclast, she raised six children by herself. She did the best she could in this regard, but never really "fit" the P.T.A. Mom profile most of her children would have chosen if allowed to pick. I say most, as I always thought it was really cool to have a mom that could describe working on a frozen body for samples as being "just like defrosting a turkey" over the Thanksgiving dinner table.
The wounding of my mother started early and gradually. Finishing college so young, she was accepted into medical school immediately. My grandfather told me once the only thing he really regretted in life was denying her this. But there were younger brothers to educate, and they were prized as more important. She knew the plate glass ceiling women faced in the 50's intimately. She was deeply wounded by her parents inability to acknowledge and foster her amazing gifts because she was female. My mother became, in her later years, almost reclusive, having a difficult time relating to other people and demanding her children be constant company. This is perhaps the reason I have so much compassion for intelligence that has difficulty relating in life to this day.
So tomorrow is her birthday, and today I am thinking about my mother. How the best and brightest things people love about me are on direct loan from her, and how even though I miss her I still feel her near to me. When I find something funny and new in life I always think about what her reaction would be. I talk to her out loud sometimes, generally to thank, bitch, or apologize to her. But one thing gives me great comfort. My mother the scientist has reached the other side, and I know she studied it with great interest throughout the process and would dearly love to share her findings. Working away in the great laboratory in the sky. (LOL) Love you Mom.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Or in the vernacular of our times WWx3. The last few days, with the middle east in turmoil, it is hard not to see this little seed growing rapidly into a cause for concern. Paranoia generally isn't one of my vices, but I have always maintained the next world war would surely be economic in nature, and with the advent of the stock market wavering and gas prices once again climbing even higher I am wondering. Wondering just how this economy, weakened by mismanagement, will continue to prop up "The American Dream" of excess. Wondering where the troops will come from if we get closer and closer to involvement in war on multiple fronts. Wondering what the name of the Israeli soldier that was kidnapped to start this whole mess is, and will it impart the chill "Archduke Ferdinand" evokes and still does in the future. Wonder when so-called "average" citizens of this country will wake up and see the long road ahead paved with their own spiritual bankruptcy and neglect.
And today wondering if it may be time to pray for peace and prepare for war.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
What does this destiny look like? I have no idea really, but I do know I have been sent clusters of signs for a while, and I am busy now heading their direction. I have that old familiar "tip of my tongue" feeling about how this will look, and how it will delvelop and involve me over the next year. I do know nothing I have ever done in life came to me while I was waiting patiently for it. It only came with movement. Sometimes movement takes it's own momentum and whisks you on a different road than you ever expected to be on. You were so right John, when you said life is what happens when you were busy making other plans.
So when you all see me next, you will probably see the old Laura. But scratch a little deeper and you will find another person inside, a stronger one, more focused than ever before. Because this time I know myself better, understand more of what I actually need in my life, and refuse to live in fear if I can recognize and walk through it first. Get ready, get set...go. (LOL) My friends you have been warned.
And then there is the thought that lessons provided in life and not learned just keep repeating themselves until you run out of time. I've lived this too. Some lessons I learned pretty quickly, and some still bedevil me. I've found myself thinking a lot about this the last day or so, of the things I actually know from experience and those lessons that still repeat themselves. Like a Twilight Zone episode, same lesson different faces. Today I am grateful for the insights I have had in my life, the hard won self awareness, the lessons I have managed to learn. I do have a way to go but instead of perfection at this point of my life I seek balance. Instead of attached to an outcome I look for the happy accident. Instead of rigid thinking I celebrate changing my mind. Who knows where I will be and what I will be doing next year. Let's again hope if it is in Texas I will have a good air conditioner.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Distant Friend: and try to project that on eyes that only see the past
Lavanonda: That's why us geeks gotta stick together (LOL)
Distant Friend: but what you give is the 'feel' of the future
Lavanonda: I am just a small voice
Lavanonda: You are actually the future...
Distant Friend: I'm serious when I tell you that your 'voice' is in the texture of the coming age
Lavanonda: ...and you'll take over for me someday
Distant Friend: make it palateable for those who will witness it
Distant Friend: naw..I'll just provide the background beat
Lavanonda: K (LOL)
Distant Friend: same old rhythems of times gone by
Lavanonda: That has always been the dichotomy of my life my friend
Lavanonda: Revolutionary with a Prada Handbag
Distant Friend: rofl rofl...s.o.s. same ole'...
Distant Friend: fry your eggs lady, you're not done yet by a long shot
Lavanonda: Have a beautiful day in the neighborhood >>wink<<
Monday, July 10, 2006
The coolest thing about Ebay is the link to all things you forgot on the trail of growing up. Fuzzy Wuzzy soap that grew "hair" when it dried and had a toy deep inside to encourage you to wash your hands. "RAT FINK" and all gumball machine toys, especially the rings. My personal favorite Wacky Packs (The Original ones) that were stickers packed with stale pink plastic gum. Depicting well known products and advertising slogans of the day with a sarcastic twist. Is it any wonder I grew into adulthood developing humorous twists on "standard" products myself? Some people can thank a favorite art teacher, some can acknowledge a great painting or sculpture as the seed of their inspiration. I am, alas, but an ode to the humble Wacky Pack.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Guess I now have nothing better to do than the laundry.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
I've been thinking about how "creative silliness" appears to others, how I personally define "Childish" Vs "Child like." That led to thoughts on behavior in general, then relationship issues with said behavior. That is the way my thinking works. It is not a straight line but an overlapping continuum of thoughts/ideas. And the way it works for me, soon this thought will probably lead to remembering I haven't done the laundry yet.
The Laundromat is a strange place full of loud whizzing machines. You actually have to feed these machines money, pour soap down their throats, and wait for them to spit out a big pile of soggy clothes. If you're lucky they may be cleaner at the end, but they most certainly will be wetter. Then off to a big even louder drying machine. Take my advice here and always check this machine before inserting wet clothes for somebody else's crayons, lipstick, or magic marker remnants. And emptying the lint filter is usually a good idea too. Cuts down on those pesky "dryer machine" fires.
Days like today, I seriously contemplate stuffing these piles of laundry in big Hefty trash bags and taking them to the curb. Starting all over with new clothes instead of dragging all these to the Laundromat. But then I rethink, and realize "clothing optional" might not work for my neighbors. Then I start to think about moving. This is how the vicious laundry cycle continues.
Everybody is wounded in some way. And some folks express it in harmful (either to themselves or others) or inappropriate ways. I think this is where addictions come in more often that not, including the regression to an infantile stage as a life coping mechanism. We all know this pathology can express itself in sex as well. Those are behaviors best left to the professionals (LOL). "Babytalk" or pet names between people don't always qualify as regression in my mind, it can be the way two people playfully acknowledge and choose to engage the child in each other. Not the only way certainly, but no less valid. I think in this case it really depends on what side you are on...engaged in the "babytalk" or witnessing it. But scratch the hardest heart out there, and you may find the part that wants to "play." And really, sometimes, this is a good thing.