Friday, February 03, 2006
I long for a time when the biggest decisions I had to make were whether or not I should spend the day playing in the sprinkler or playing hide and go seek. And the only thoughts I had about romance involved Ken and Barbie.
I long for the slow, lazy days in my PJ's and a time when working on a computer only meant I was playing games.
If only my world today involved hopscotch and jacks, bubbles and jump ropes...
There are days when I miss my Mother's faked sadness-the emotion I spied from around a bush, just after she read my "run away" note. It's not so much the reaction I miss, but the hugs and fanfare of my return.
It's easy to get caught up in a grown-up life-something we all vow we'll never do on those slow, lazy days or when we're lying on our backs looking up at the clouds deciphering the bunnies and ships and castles that hide within their billows.
And sometimes, it's near impossible to remember the children we once were. But it's the only way.
...And run through your yard with airplane arms, give someone a noogie and blow bubbles in your chocolate milk. Do cartwheels when you're happy and ask someone if they have a "staring problem". Build a fort with your bed sheets and read a book with a flashlight or color something with Crayons...
But never forget the child you still have in your heart.
And surely a smile will follow.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
She was good at keeping her sadness hidden. Her smile was bright enough to draw attention away from the fact that the twinkle in her eye was missing. And she smiled a lot.
But he knew.
He saw the void-the sadness that was slowly overcoming her as Christmas drew near and the realization that she would be far away from those she loved washed over her.
As he sat in the break room, he sunk back into his chair, closed his eyes and remembered her stories. They were wonderful stories of her loud and boisterous family and what seemed to him like 100 small cousins. Sometimes, if he looked close enough, he thought that he could actually see her spirit bubbling over with joy when she talked about them.
It broke his heart to see her sad, especially during Christmas-her favorite time of year. He understood her sadness though, because the same realization was slowly washing over him. Only his sadness was because she would soon be leaving.
“Hi there-Why are you in a greeter costume and not the Main Street costume? I thought you had parade audience control tonight?”
“I had PAC, I switched so I could be up here.” She knew he would be disappointed. She checked his schedule earlier and noticed he was working PAC-most likely because he thought she was.
His face fell. “I was hoping to watch the Christmas parade with you. You haven’t actually watched it yet, and I want you to see if for the first time with me, from my favorite spot.”
“Oh…maybe I can come over once it starts. We’re usually slow up here while the parade is going, especially tonight.” It was the first night of a special month-long after hours Christmas party. She would not have guessed that he had a plan.
“Please try. I want you to see it with me for the first time.” His smile broadened. She noted the hint of pride in his voice; pride not only for where they worked, but also for this particular parade. She liked that he was a know-it-all, and that he felt connected to Main Street. It made her happy to know that when she went back home, he would be able to describe everything she was missing in detail.
“I’ll make it happen. I’ll meet you over there when it starts.” She leaned in and hugged him and skipped out of the break room, ready for a night of laughter and a special viewing of the Christmas Parade with the man she loved.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I drank 10 glasses of water yesterday. Does walking to the bathroom a gazillion times count as exercise?
I’ve never been what you’d call-graceful. This point was driven home the other day when I was doing my Pilates workout with an exercise ball. Yeah-I fell off.
Do you ever notice that when you are trying to watch what you eat everyone you know is either talking about food or writing about it? I don’t even like Taco Bell!
Just because I downloaded a song that I’ve secretly loved for a while now does not mean I like country. (Bless the Broken Road) His name is Rascal people-how could I NOT like it?
Steven Colbert made me laugh when talking about the James Frey thing-he said that he didn’t care that Frey stretched the truth. We stretch taffy-and it only makes it yummier.
Can bad breath really burn? Besides our nose hairs, I mean.
Sometimes, a girl can indeed become a comma. Dina, do you ever find out how she overcomes it?
Has anyone ever been to a psychic? If so, please share your experiences. Cause, like, I’m totally impatient this week-and I need answers man!
Sometimes I remember things my friends say and it still makes me laugh out loud. This time it’s the lovely Megan who’s brought me laughter-we had one of those edible creations in our office a few months ago and the chocolate covered strawberries looked suspiciously like….penis heads. And after the joking was over, Megan stood up and pointed to one and said, “Hey-I KNOW that guy!” You are one funny chick Meg!
Today is February 1st. That means-30 days…and couwntingggg…..(said like the guy in that Bond movie when he’s counting down-you know the one-with the girl who hides the tape…c’mon, help me out here)
I feel pretty good about myself. My taxes are DONE!
I got so involved just now I forgot to tell you what I’m counting down to. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!!!
Sometimes getting a prescription filled is a life-changing event.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
But only if you answer the questions....
A. Would you rather be mediocre all your life or live knowing that you were supposed to be great, but never achieve greatness?
B. Would you want to marry a boring millionaire or a brilliant starving artist?
C. Is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
A. I would rather be mediocre if I knew up front that I could never be great. If there was a tiny possibility or any hope at all though, I would choose to try to achieve greatness.
B. Starving artist all the way baby. Hunger is sometimes sexy. And can anyone say "body paint"?
C. Absolutely. Although while in the middle of the "lost" part, you pretty much almost always think, "Why do I even bother?" but then you wake up and remember why.
Monday, January 30, 2006
I am really fucking angry today.
And there's no particular reason why.
I just hate everything.
I even hate this fucking blog right now.
I just want to huff and scream and yell and cry.
And I have no idea why, or how I can get it to pass.
Does that happen to you ever?
Be sure to read the post below this one. It's the original post for today and it's much nicer.
I squint. The sun is bright, even though it is making its decent; its orange hue floods the car, filling it with warmth and a reminder of the day that is about to pass.
I am the passenger in a car driving South. Or is it North? Today, it does not matter, as long as the car keeps on driving.
Every moment spent in this sun soaked car rolls me closer to something that resembles living. Something sweet and innocent and new and exciting all at the same time.
As orange gives to blue and then black, the world transforms into my dream land-a place where fairies dance in a firefly lit oasis and a toad can truly become a prince.
Note: I think that writing has a rhythm. In my head I really feel like I need to make this longer, but in my heart this is where the writing stops. I'm not sure why it happens like that. I've tried to elongate this little story now for the past 1/2 hr, only to come back to the same stopping point as above. Does it happen to anyone else when they write?
Sunday, January 29, 2006
An anagram is a word or phrase made by transposing or rearranging the letters of another word or phrase. The following are exceptionally clever. Someone out there either has way too much time to waste or is deadly at Scrabble.
When you rearrange the letters:
When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT
(I know I'm morbid, but that one is one of my favorites)
IS NO MEAL
HE BUGS GORE
THE MORSE CODE:
HERE COME DOTS
THE PUBLIC ART GALLERIES:
LARGE PICTURE HALLS, I BET
CASH LOST IN ME
IS NO AMITY
(I also like this one...)
ALAS! NO MORE Z'S
A DECIMAL POINT:
I'M A DOT IN PLACE
THAT QUEER SHAKE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
TWELVE PLUS ONE
(And also this one...)
This one's truly amazing:
TO BE OR NOT TO BE: THAT IS THE QUESTION, WHETHER TIS NOBLER IN THE MIND TO SUFFER THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE.
And the anagram:
IN ONE OF THE BARD'S BEST-THOUGHT-OF TRAGEDIES, OUR INSISTENT HERO, HAMLET, QUERIES ON TWO FRONTS ABOUT HOW LIFE TURNS ROTTEN.
And for the grand finale:
"THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR A MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND." - NEIL ARMSTRONG
"A THIN MAN RAN; MAKES A LARGE STRIDE, LEFT PLANET, PINS FLAG ON MOON! ON TO MARS!"