Dear pig,
I am so, so, so sorry that I ate you. You were delicious and I really thought you were fake meat, now I want to puke but I can't.
I'm sorry, I hope you have gone onto a better realm.
10.28.2009
10.27.2009
la première pensée 1.0
I must be a young river for I have become a tarn; I have not yet enough power nor force behind me to push beyond these still waters.
Part of me prays to the sun, please melt the reserve of last winter, give me strength so that I may continue my flow seaward.
As I plead part of me clenches up in fear: I am comforted by this consistency, by the equilibrium I find in having the same rocks always in my waters. The same creatures to visit me day in and day out.
But wait, I am not the only thing here, I am part of a whole ecosystem which works symbiotically. There are many parts to my existing in such a way. More fear, near paranoia seeps in- this is not all up to me, I do not control the whole of my existence. There are indeed outside factors to which I am but a tarn, motionless and lacking the tool of persuasion. The most I can do is hope the wind will blow so that the sun may shine and sparkle off my rippling surface.
Imagine, what if these rocks should want motion? What if they lay still at the bottom of my pond, only to be dreaming of new waters washing over them? There could be an avalanche, many rocks could pound down into me at once, displacing my body and sending me forth on my sea bound journey.
Should I flow on, would it be best to continue my winding, weaving, ever changing journey? Why do I bother pondering such things? For now, I have no choice and so I shall wait on the sun.
Part of me prays to the sun, please melt the reserve of last winter, give me strength so that I may continue my flow seaward.
As I plead part of me clenches up in fear: I am comforted by this consistency, by the equilibrium I find in having the same rocks always in my waters. The same creatures to visit me day in and day out.
But wait, I am not the only thing here, I am part of a whole ecosystem which works symbiotically. There are many parts to my existing in such a way. More fear, near paranoia seeps in- this is not all up to me, I do not control the whole of my existence. There are indeed outside factors to which I am but a tarn, motionless and lacking the tool of persuasion. The most I can do is hope the wind will blow so that the sun may shine and sparkle off my rippling surface.
Imagine, what if these rocks should want motion? What if they lay still at the bottom of my pond, only to be dreaming of new waters washing over them? There could be an avalanche, many rocks could pound down into me at once, displacing my body and sending me forth on my sea bound journey.
Should I flow on, would it be best to continue my winding, weaving, ever changing journey? Why do I bother pondering such things? For now, I have no choice and so I shall wait on the sun.
10.22.2009
Gurdy Tres Schibinson, Our new kitten!
Yes, we needed three. I tried for four but it didn't work out so I have the little siamese away this morning.
Here's our keeper, she's adorable and polydactle like the rest of our freak show.
gosh I've forgotten how to upload photos here. Help?
Here's our keeper, she's adorable and polydactle like the rest of our freak show.
gosh I've forgotten how to upload photos here. Help?
10.16.2009
Mourning the loss
So I guess this is written by a conservative bitch or something but some parts of it are funny. I got it from Jessie.
What follows is purported to have been a London Times obituary. It has been circulated on the Internet, and its actual source and authorship are, to my knowledge, unknown. Nonetheless, I believe that, in its humorous way, it serves as a commentary on modern-day human behavior. The text of the “obituary,” edited for purposes of this publication, is as follows:
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- the early bird gets the worm;
- life isn’t always fair; and
- maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust,” by his wife, “Discretion,” by his daughter, “Responsibility,” and by his son, “Reason.”
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”
Not many attended his funeral, because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
What follows is purported to have been a London Times obituary. It has been circulated on the Internet, and its actual source and authorship are, to my knowledge, unknown. Nonetheless, I believe that, in its humorous way, it serves as a commentary on modern-day human behavior. The text of the “obituary,” edited for purposes of this publication, is as follows:
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- the early bird gets the worm;
- life isn’t always fair; and
- maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust,” by his wife, “Discretion,” by his daughter, “Responsibility,” and by his son, “Reason.”
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”
Not many attended his funeral, because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
10.14.2009
10.13.2009
10.11.2009
AHHH
So for some reason it's snowing, and freezing, in Rapid CIty. On my way back from Heidi's house I magically started fish tailing, went to correct it but ohhh I was on a sheet of ice, so after attempting to go back and forth toward straight I did a 180 and nearly ended up in a ravine. Luckily I am not that bad of a driver and kept myself from going down the hill. Immediately I put on my E brake, hopped out and waved down some awesome people, THANK YOU STRANGERS, who pushed my car back up to the street. I Shakily drove in the direction away from home, the direction I ended up facing, until I found a face place to turn around. After getting myself heading back the right direction I drove a whopping 15 miles an hour with my flashers on, there was no way that same sheet of ice was get'n me again!
Jesus I'm glad to be home.
Jesus I'm glad to be home.
10.09.2009
mais pourquoi ??
Ended another day of work early, I felt so much better than yesterday sinus wise, however I am on the verge of loosing my voice and my energy is next to nothing. Only an hour early but hey that's eight bucks right? (now you know how little I make, shhhhh)
Now it's time for hot cider and a movie on the couch. C'est bon.
oh p.s. it's snowing here, really really snowing, it's 23 degrees for peet sake!
Later update:
Oh and I am super lame and forgot to call Heidi and tell her I wasn't going to the fall festival. ARGH I can't stand when I blow people off, I bet I can't stand it even more than them. I had my phone on "alarm only" for work and didn't take it off so I didn't get her text asking me if I was still going. Dun dun dunnnn. Soweeeee!
Gosh it's ten already? Bed for sure.
Now it's time for hot cider and a movie on the couch. C'est bon.
oh p.s. it's snowing here, really really snowing, it's 23 degrees for peet sake!
Later update:
Oh and I am super lame and forgot to call Heidi and tell her I wasn't going to the fall festival. ARGH I can't stand when I blow people off, I bet I can't stand it even more than them. I had my phone on "alarm only" for work and didn't take it off so I didn't get her text asking me if I was still going. Dun dun dunnnn. Soweeeee!
Gosh it's ten already? Bed for sure.
10.08.2009
safeway
Oh and did I mention:
Safeway has this new grand thing, it's advertisements that start to talk to you as you walk up to products. I was in the canned soups isle, I could hardly listen to this poor teenage boy explain that they don't have any red pepper soup because this horrible advertisement was flashing at and talking to me. It made me want to take an easy open can rip off the lid and use it to slit my wrists. It was really just that bad so I remarked, "wow advertising in the isles, what's next on the backs of our eyelids?"
Who wants to go through safeway with squirt guns and soak all these little devil machines?
Safeway has this new grand thing, it's advertisements that start to talk to you as you walk up to products. I was in the canned soups isle, I could hardly listen to this poor teenage boy explain that they don't have any red pepper soup because this horrible advertisement was flashing at and talking to me. It made me want to take an easy open can rip off the lid and use it to slit my wrists. It was really just that bad so I remarked, "wow advertising in the isles, what's next on the backs of our eyelids?"
Who wants to go through safeway with squirt guns and soak all these little devil machines?
Head Aches
My grandmother received a call form Belle's Bridal the other day... they want the rest of the money for the wedding dress I bought back in February. So I called them and made arrangements to pay it off; I asked if they do consignment, they said no.
Maybe ebay? It's a pretty cute dress... anyone getting married?
Thanks irony, you just know how to make a girl laugh.
What on earth am I going to do with a wedding dress? Jessie says I'll think of something creative, my reply is I could throw it up in a tree and see how long it takes it to decay. Or maybe send it with my flight attendant friend and she can take photos of it all over the world, like that nome in Amelie (If you haven't seen it, see it.)
I don't even have the money to pay this thing off, UGH, that's what I get for being a compulsive dumb dumb- I had a feeling I shouldn't buy it, I felt really apprehensive.
Now what?
Maybe ebay? It's a pretty cute dress... anyone getting married?
Thanks irony, you just know how to make a girl laugh.
What on earth am I going to do with a wedding dress? Jessie says I'll think of something creative, my reply is I could throw it up in a tree and see how long it takes it to decay. Or maybe send it with my flight attendant friend and she can take photos of it all over the world, like that nome in Amelie (If you haven't seen it, see it.)
I don't even have the money to pay this thing off, UGH, that's what I get for being a compulsive dumb dumb- I had a feeling I shouldn't buy it, I felt really apprehensive.
Now what?
10.07.2009
Jour trois, toujours malade.
Today I called in sick, Lynn is covering for me. My face was aching when I woke up and I knew it was pointless to once again go in, avoid holding babies then realize I need to go home.
I just took a hot shower and used the netty pot about eighty times per nostril, hopefully that should do it.
Think positive thoughts for my sinus cavity and I!
10.06.2009
Day two
Left work early again. Listening to Jolene, sipping ginger tea and preparing for hours of sleep.
Nicole- I hope Sam's head is okay!
Nicole- I hope Sam's head is okay!
10.05.2009
Il est très passionnant !
Today I left work early, I woke up with a sore throat and am just not feeling myself. Luckily it was slow and with all the flu business my boss was a-okay with me going home. I stopped by the health foods store to get ear candles and echinacea tea. Did you know echinacea grows wild here? I meant to pick some of it to make my own tea but I forgot and it's probably all dead now, I'll post some photos of echinacea flowers later.
I've been building a rapport with my mail man, he's funny. Today I saw him as I was driving down Franklin to my house so I stopped and said- "Any good stuff for me today?" and he said "Oh yeah, some real good stuff!" I parked, hustled to the mail box and there was a letter from Melissa!
Now I am off to sip tea and read the letter, thanks Mel!
I've been building a rapport with my mail man, he's funny. Today I saw him as I was driving down Franklin to my house so I stopped and said- "Any good stuff for me today?" and he said "Oh yeah, some real good stuff!" I parked, hustled to the mail box and there was a letter from Melissa!
Now I am off to sip tea and read the letter, thanks Mel!
10.04.2009
Last night
The biker party was fun, it was much calmer than the last party I had attended at that particular friends house. I was very reluctant to go last night because I was expecting drunken chaos; instead we all sat around playing scrabble. We were home by midnight.
Today I am taking Elanore (my beloved 1972 super beetle) to Don's so we can fix the headlights. I've never met Don, he's the brother of a volunteer at the nursery. We talked on the phone and he sounded ecstatic to work on another volkswagen, he has one in his garage he is completely restoring.
Hopefully it will all go well and Elanore will be back to her roaring good self afterward.
Today I am taking Elanore (my beloved 1972 super beetle) to Don's so we can fix the headlights. I've never met Don, he's the brother of a volunteer at the nursery. We talked on the phone and he sounded ecstatic to work on another volkswagen, he has one in his garage he is completely restoring.
Hopefully it will all go well and Elanore will be back to her roaring good self afterward.
10.03.2009
Art, envelopes, fun in the mail box...
Collage-
Envelope front and back-
Some things will be covered up by stamps and return address but it's good fun. I'm competitive so send me something fancy and you're guaranteed to get something fancy in return.
Tonight I'm going to a party at a friends house, it's based on the Sturgis Rally, "who needs Sturgis" we are all supposed to dress like bikers. It sounds fun but I didn't bother getting an outfit, I'm going to swing by say hello and stay for maybe an hour. Right now I just want to chill out at home and play music.
Tonight I'm going to a party at a friends house, it's based on the Sturgis Rally, "who needs Sturgis" we are all supposed to dress like bikers. It sounds fun but I didn't bother getting an outfit, I'm going to swing by say hello and stay for maybe an hour. Right now I just want to chill out at home and play music.
Oh Washington
I miss this:
I didn't take the above photo, but I love it. I've spent the last hour looking at property on the Olympic peninsula, just dreaming. Maybe one day I can live there, by the ocean and by the rain forest, spend my days teaching kids the ABC's and spend my nights listening to the waves and writing songs.
Here's to pals!
Had a fun night out to night with two super awesome ladies; sang some horrible kareoke and now I am eating saltines and preparing myself for a head ache in the morning. After an hour of gossip in the car outside my house, dancing like a fool and enjoying some lady time, it was so worth it.
10.01.2009
R&R
Yesterday I had an amazing lunch, a whole hour and a half! I went home, took my pre-packed lunch and listened to music as I worked on a collage I'm going to send to a friend.
Today I only have an hour, I could take more time if it weren't for our monthly potluck. For fourty five minutes the nursery was in chaos, two big tables lots of food and many crying children.
Oh how I would love to go home and lay down on my couch, really I could but it would be for all of ten minutes.
Tomorrow is Friday, I get off early, probably about 3:15. I can hardly wait to just relax for a minute. As soon as that minute is over though it's straight to my homework.
Maybe I should start drinking coffee again.
Today I only have an hour, I could take more time if it weren't for our monthly potluck. For fourty five minutes the nursery was in chaos, two big tables lots of food and many crying children.
Oh how I would love to go home and lay down on my couch, really I could but it would be for all of ten minutes.
Tomorrow is Friday, I get off early, probably about 3:15. I can hardly wait to just relax for a minute. As soon as that minute is over though it's straight to my homework.
Maybe I should start drinking coffee again.
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