My Own Blue Eyes
I don’t pretend to have a great ability to write prose, poetry, or perform spoken word… But I do it anyways because it sounds prettier than saying, I don’t know who I am anymore.
I saw you standing there – without a song in your throat – and I pitied you relentlessly – bundling up my coat
You always thought you were the sharp one – excelling beyond my mental facilities – but when time has comes – we will see who will be likened to majesty
There you are again – sitting idly by in the same spot – how I wish I could ring your neck – tie you up with coarse rope – turn your body into knots
Yet, passing on this new day, I did something never done before – I gazed my eyes to meet your own – and the greatest shock unfolds
For the person despised was not any woman foreign unto me – not a stranger or a beggar, or that crazy neighbor we call B.
For once upon a time, I was that woman – sitting, watching, learning from the world gone by – And now passing my reflection I fail to recognize- my own blue eyes.
Legacy Onward, Ho!
Continuing the trend, here are my answers to life’s pressing questions:
Three jobs I’ve had in my life (I can only list 3!!! I’ll only list the notable then):
- cafe barista (Is that a mocha breve with two shots, 1 decaf, 1 caf?)
- Cashier Supervisor at college computer store
- official Home Depot lesbo action figure… I mean kitchen designer
Three movies I can watch over and over:
- Saving Face
- Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
- Bridget Jones Diary
Three places I have lived:
- Stockton, California
- Chico, California
- Corvallis, Oregon
Three TV shows I love to watch:
- CNN
- Dancing with the Stars
- Southpark
Three places I’ve been on vacation:
- Mexico (Baja California and Yucatan)
- Arequipa, Peru
- Hawaii (Oahu and Maui)
Three web sites I visit daily:
Three of my favorite foods:
- Mom’s pea salad
- Jamaican Jerk Chicken
- campfire hot dogs
Three places I would rather be right now:
- in a university classroom
- Home (not the earthly one)
- camping by hot springs
The Extra-Special Bonus Section
Three songs I can put on repeat without poking out my eardrums:
- “Take your Mama” Scissor Sisters
- “I know I know I know” Tegan and Sara
- “Hurt” Nine Inch Nails
Three books I’d wish I’d written:
- Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand
- Otherwise known as Sheila the Great, Judy Blume
- Sex Lives of Cannibals, J. Maarten Troost
Three people who should make like worker ants and follow my lead:
None. I know of no one else who meddles with the blogosphere. Tragedy.
Flip-flops for the Week
The sun hasn't quite made up its mind yet about coming out in full force here in Oregon- must be those lingering students still around who haven't left. Yet despite the flippant weather throughout the day, I have donned flip-flops. No, not the spongy, strappy kind that A&F boys wear even in hurricane weather. I'm talking about how each day has been different from the previous, flip-flopping between a wonderful, productive day to utter crap.
Today I want to just stay home and hide. I have four reasons I wrote down on a post-it note at work that justify hiberating in a dark hole. In an effort to put some of my mistakes down and look at them in perspective, they only seem to haunt me more. And so I wrote "LET IT GO" across all of the items I listed. That helped for about 10 minutes. Now, I've pretty much resolved that today will be a solemn day that will have to be handled gingerly. I will minimize speech and activity so as to avoid saying or doing something more to add to my list in my head.
Who knew flip-flops could be so heavy to carry? The one perk to them is that it comes with humility as a fashion accessory. How many American Eagles or Abercrombies offer that?
Cow Pie Bingo
Bored this weekend? How about going to Alsea, Oregon for a game of Cow Drop? It's the cow pie bingo game for all ages!
Click here for the Link
Now I know how the Oregon pioneers amused themselves, aside from running the Natives off the land and infecting them with measles.
Meet the Parents
“When the adults are away, the children will play.” So the motto goes where at work much of the staff has gone home to get packed up for some out-of-state, week-long conferences. As for me, I’m one of the few, the proud, the brave who has to put up with an office full of squirrelly interns delighted to take over their supervisor’s office space for four days.
Today I read my work evaluation. There wasn’t anything too glaring in my work performance other than my own (self-reported) past frustrations with irrational people who try to blame society’s ills on my public health do-gooding. I wonder though if I am a bit Type A, in that while I was reading my evaluation I was making corrections in some my supervisor’s grammar.
Coming soon to a theatre near you, I will be prospectively meeting the gf’s father this week. Funny how this turned into “Meet the Parents” week, as my mom is flying in on Friday to spend the weekend with me. And yes, plans have been set for Stacy to meet my mom over dinner. To answer the obvious, no- I’m not in the slightest nervous or worried about meeting Stacy’s dad. I can’t answer why, only that I’ve crossed a threshold in my life where people don’t intimidate me all that much. Perhaps it is because I’ve seen in people the Wizard of Oz unveiled from behind the curtain too many times. After a while you just realize that most people are just full of noise and nothing more. They don’t manage to “see to it that you are fired,” or “report you to the credit agency” five days after your bill was due (by law you have thirty days to pay before that happens). You learn after awhile that the threats your parents gave you about disowning you or being angry with you forever doesn’t play out, or that at least you are able to survive without their blessing for your choices. And you learn that life is too complex and short to worry about what others think of you, and what you must do to please them- a goal never to be fulfilled.
Being the honorary Gaylord Focker who is meeting the parent of my gf, my only focus is for Stacy’s parents to see that I care for and respect her. Whether they approve or disapprove of me is tertiary as I’m not dating them.
Fallin’ for you
This blog is dedicated to all the men who have fallen for me… literally.
To the hot-dogger who spilled it big time in front of me while I was sippin' a frozen, alcoholic beverage on my porch- the Australian judge gave you a 8.5, while the generous American in me gave you a 9.2! Not only did you manage to eat it on your bike while attempting a sharp U-turn from the street onto the rock-ridden sidewalk; but you also managed to scurry off into your house quite quickly once you looked over to see if I saw your massive spill. I should give you an extra .03 points, however, for still keeping your latex life-like dildo visible in your kitchen window for over a week now. I wonder though if it is a bit of a distraction sitting there in your drying rack for your dishes.
And to the "oh-shit!"-wanna-be-skateboarder, maybe if you weren't fiddling with your mp3 player between your breaks on the cellphone, you wouldn't have ate a grass and asphalt salad. I give you a 6.3, while China gave you a 8.0 (something about honor). Your low score is due to the fact that nothing on the sidewalk could have possibly stuck your wheels so abruptly. Perhaps while you were scanning for your Black Eyed Peas song your wheels clipped the edge of the grass along the very-wide sidewalk. I did give you a few extra tenth-points for quickly looking over to me to see if I witnessed the wipe-out. It seems to be a common reaction from men who eat it in front of females!
