banishing the green-eyed blogster

my life has been blessed to include many strong, distinctive, discerning women of taste...

some born with perfect eyebrows, others who have never felt their ass stretch past a size 8... or at least you'd never know it had.

some with ideals of steal and titanium wills to defend them, some who can type while their babies are snug in cribs and sleeping there...

some with an eye that can find the perfect light and a camera poised for that perfect moment of truth.

some are complete strangers from tv or blogs or other electronic entanglements whose bared flashes of brilliant soul or fonts of creativity are unmitigated by responsibilities like diaper washing, which they do too... just in a more beautiful serene way. and maybe with gloves on. or at least pants.

yes i am jealous of you and ashamed of it.

yes i am getting over it.

if i push past the burn of the wants and the sting of "i am not she" i see that under the film of teh jealous is ample good stuff. stuff i can use. (picture cheese under wax)
inspiration
awe
hunger
faith of a sort i can trade in
a feeling that i could do as they whom i admire do... just in my own way, on my own time, with mine own two hands...