Happy Birthday to Julienne!
Onto the post...
I was fishing around for carrots in my pot roast juices, the carrots bobbing around like flashes of golden koi swimming in murky water, when I thought about my fellow bloggers. Those fellows that I don't personally know except through their sordid ramblings on their public blogs. I missed them and in a way they were my muses, my inspiration that helped me make sense of things that I saw throughout the week, the day, the hours of my life.
So I started on the least familiar of the few of my once favored bloggers. Still had it. I was in awe how he made his daily life seem funny and new and the breadth in which he wrote was amazing. Short, succint and all-emcompassing ...enviable. Then I moved to the second on my list, he, on the other hand, wrote posts that were novelas, but still engrossing and thought-provoking. Then the third on my list? One of my favorites. I read and found that he no longer found use in blogging, that he had lost the spark that caused him to write. Perhaps he was happy? I wish him luck in his travels.
It was like finding someone whom you were close with in some forgotten past had died. And you grapple with the idea that you will no longer have something to look forward to because although you were no longer close friends you still could take comfort in knowing that they were around. Perhaps you'd stumble into one anothers' path somewhere down the line, and now they have ceased and yet you still continue, no lucky chance meetings.
It was very upsetting really. All this imagined turmoil in my life is caused by little things, that add up and make up the drama that keeps me in check, and keeps me writing.
Did y'all notice that my blogs have sucked ass the past few times that I wrote? Can you guess why? I gave you the answer two paragraphs down. I was happy with life, with work, with everything, and now, my blogging abilities have picked up, why? Take a gander.
Me.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Who's Charlie?
So I was thinking the other day what I would choose to be if I was given the chance, or if somehow everyone in my life was taken away from me and I was left with nothing. (I was in the superhero mood.) I don't think that I'd like to be a superhero, but just be kick-ass sweet. They don't make enough of those women, and when they do they never are the total package. For instance, Uma Thurman's character in Kill Bill etc. yes she's awesomely strong and good at what she does, but she never uses her assets, if you know what I mean. Lora Croft is the same, yes? There's always a cold exterior that pushes everyone away. I've never watched Alias so I'm not sure if she does or is she always cold too? I'm not a big fan of Buffy either, because, well she's not that awesome either, kinda weaky looking to me. I think the women who always get away with using their sex and femininity as a weapon are always portrayed as the villains. That's probably why, given the chance I'd be a villain.
I want to be the female version of James Bond. For queen and country, smooth and sophisticated, and never bothered by anything. Strong and sweet and killer. Hahahaha. I'd be an amazon goddess, no man can conquer me!
Yes, lame I know, but I gotta end it somehow.
That's all for now.
Me.
So I was thinking the other day what I would choose to be if I was given the chance, or if somehow everyone in my life was taken away from me and I was left with nothing. (I was in the superhero mood.) I don't think that I'd like to be a superhero, but just be kick-ass sweet. They don't make enough of those women, and when they do they never are the total package. For instance, Uma Thurman's character in Kill Bill etc. yes she's awesomely strong and good at what she does, but she never uses her assets, if you know what I mean. Lora Croft is the same, yes? There's always a cold exterior that pushes everyone away. I've never watched Alias so I'm not sure if she does or is she always cold too? I'm not a big fan of Buffy either, because, well she's not that awesome either, kinda weaky looking to me. I think the women who always get away with using their sex and femininity as a weapon are always portrayed as the villains. That's probably why, given the chance I'd be a villain.
I want to be the female version of James Bond. For queen and country, smooth and sophisticated, and never bothered by anything. Strong and sweet and killer. Hahahaha. I'd be an amazon goddess, no man can conquer me!
Yes, lame I know, but I gotta end it somehow.
That's all for now.
Me.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Bad Spellers Of The World, Untie!! *
Today at the fruit market I saw an 80 year old man (an octogenarian) waiting in a car that had a rainbow license plate. He also had rainbow colored lei hanging from his rearview mirror. I looked on in wonderment. "Does he know what that stands for?" I went into the store, purchased the goods and went out. That's when I saw him give a kiss to another older gentleman who had gotten into the colorful car.
Then a thought occurred to me, "that's why they're at the fruit market."
Me.
* This has nothing to do with the post. It just makes me giggle.
Today at the fruit market I saw an 80 year old man (an octogenarian) waiting in a car that had a rainbow license plate. He also had rainbow colored lei hanging from his rearview mirror. I looked on in wonderment. "Does he know what that stands for?" I went into the store, purchased the goods and went out. That's when I saw him give a kiss to another older gentleman who had gotten into the colorful car.
Then a thought occurred to me, "that's why they're at the fruit market."
Me.
* This has nothing to do with the post. It just makes me giggle.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Happy New Year All
Ten days later...
So what's new? I guess I have to do a quick year-end review or something of that sort. Well, 2006 was a good year. I was married, yet again. Moved jobs twice, meaning I am at my third position in the same company, unless my previous stint at retail and front desk count for anything then this is in reality my fifth position. This should be under the heading of positions of meaning, because I've also done fast food stints with this company. Eh, whatever. I could have almost added "moved to a new place" in 2006 but we never did so I can't.
How did I celebrate the holidays? I went to work, got paid well, opened presents, got good ones, went to sleep, missed the ball drop but started out the new year pretty well.
I've lost my ability to write, I can now only write mundane, factual, unembellished notes. Sorry that I bored you to tears but I should be up an running soon. Something's there.
Me.
Ten days later...
So what's new? I guess I have to do a quick year-end review or something of that sort. Well, 2006 was a good year. I was married, yet again. Moved jobs twice, meaning I am at my third position in the same company, unless my previous stint at retail and front desk count for anything then this is in reality my fifth position. This should be under the heading of positions of meaning, because I've also done fast food stints with this company. Eh, whatever. I could have almost added "moved to a new place" in 2006 but we never did so I can't.
How did I celebrate the holidays? I went to work, got paid well, opened presents, got good ones, went to sleep, missed the ball drop but started out the new year pretty well.
I've lost my ability to write, I can now only write mundane, factual, unembellished notes. Sorry that I bored you to tears but I should be up an running soon. Something's there.
Me.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Genesis 9:7
As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.
You know how there is always that weird 'uncle' you sometimes see at parties and get togethers. The one that doesn't talk much, who mostly watches and listens and will only speak when spoken to. I always wondered about that 'uncle' and wondered how his home life was and if he were happy. Of course he wouldn't be there if he didn't have a wife and since I know his kids, he must obviously get it on. He's the uncle you smile nicely to and say 'hello' and that's that. I always wondered why we didn't see him that much at parties but his wife's usually there, and she's usually very talkative and outgoing.
Then last night, at Rich's sister's wedding, I realized that I was married to the weird 'uncle'.
I was slightly taken aback by the concept because he's my Rich and he's not weird with me, but I had to see it and imagine through other peoples' eyes. He has nieces who don't say 'hello' and I mostly do the talking for the both of us and I think people have to guage him before coming up to talk to him while I try to be inviting.
I really had to put on a charm and beauty storm yesterday just so that we were noticed. But I guess being a mixed couple, it's not that hard to get noticed. But it doesn't hurt to have a fabulous dress on either. Heads turned, cameras flashed, I was mobbed and adored, kissed and admired.
What were we talking about again?
Yadada, I'm married to the weird 'uncle'. You can come over to the house, he'll most likely be hiding out in the room working on the computer, I'll be the one entertaining and making food. I like my life, I like that he does dance with me, and I like that we look so in love because all he ever talks to is me and of course I just turn my pretty little face and eyes and think to myself 'dazzle and shine!' and so I always can be caught looking at him adoringly or at least captivated by what he's telling me, so that his telling me that we should go home looks as if he's spilling his most cherished secret into my ear.
We sat with the long-time married couples and it was a lovely setting. The food was meh to ew and the ceremony burnt my retinas because it was outdoors and the sun was to our left, shining brightly in all its glory. But the whole place was nicer than expected, we took an elevator ride to the 18th floor and since it was glass we saw all of Orlando spread out before us, in a beautiful sunset.
At least Rich is just the weird 'uncle' not the creepy one. The creepy one that insists on riding with you on an elevator, the one that doesn't even say one word to his wife all evening because he's 'busy' going around taking pictures of everyone and everything. I wouldn't have my kids even say 'hello' to the creepy one. He's too nice and he drinks way too much, he and his wife don't dance, let alone sit together, and his wife's a bitch and she drinks way too much as well. You know something's wrong in that marriage.
So now that I've thrown stones I just have to add that I don't think his sister's marriage will last that long. I give it another 4 years, unless they get pregnant. But then she can just remarry to my heart's content because that gives me a wedding to attend and buy a new dress for!
Always end on the up note eh?
Me.
P.S. What's with asking me about the food and preparation as if I made it?
I told you goat cheese was yucky.
As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.
You know how there is always that weird 'uncle' you sometimes see at parties and get togethers. The one that doesn't talk much, who mostly watches and listens and will only speak when spoken to. I always wondered about that 'uncle' and wondered how his home life was and if he were happy. Of course he wouldn't be there if he didn't have a wife and since I know his kids, he must obviously get it on. He's the uncle you smile nicely to and say 'hello' and that's that. I always wondered why we didn't see him that much at parties but his wife's usually there, and she's usually very talkative and outgoing.
Then last night, at Rich's sister's wedding, I realized that I was married to the weird 'uncle'.
I was slightly taken aback by the concept because he's my Rich and he's not weird with me, but I had to see it and imagine through other peoples' eyes. He has nieces who don't say 'hello' and I mostly do the talking for the both of us and I think people have to guage him before coming up to talk to him while I try to be inviting.
I really had to put on a charm and beauty storm yesterday just so that we were noticed. But I guess being a mixed couple, it's not that hard to get noticed. But it doesn't hurt to have a fabulous dress on either. Heads turned, cameras flashed, I was mobbed and adored, kissed and admired.
What were we talking about again?
Yadada, I'm married to the weird 'uncle'. You can come over to the house, he'll most likely be hiding out in the room working on the computer, I'll be the one entertaining and making food. I like my life, I like that he does dance with me, and I like that we look so in love because all he ever talks to is me and of course I just turn my pretty little face and eyes and think to myself 'dazzle and shine!' and so I always can be caught looking at him adoringly or at least captivated by what he's telling me, so that his telling me that we should go home looks as if he's spilling his most cherished secret into my ear.
We sat with the long-time married couples and it was a lovely setting. The food was meh to ew and the ceremony burnt my retinas because it was outdoors and the sun was to our left, shining brightly in all its glory. But the whole place was nicer than expected, we took an elevator ride to the 18th floor and since it was glass we saw all of Orlando spread out before us, in a beautiful sunset.
At least Rich is just the weird 'uncle' not the creepy one. The creepy one that insists on riding with you on an elevator, the one that doesn't even say one word to his wife all evening because he's 'busy' going around taking pictures of everyone and everything. I wouldn't have my kids even say 'hello' to the creepy one. He's too nice and he drinks way too much, he and his wife don't dance, let alone sit together, and his wife's a bitch and she drinks way too much as well. You know something's wrong in that marriage.
So now that I've thrown stones I just have to add that I don't think his sister's marriage will last that long. I give it another 4 years, unless they get pregnant. But then she can just remarry to my heart's content because that gives me a wedding to attend and buy a new dress for!
Always end on the up note eh?
Me.
P.S. What's with asking me about the food and preparation as if I made it?
I told you goat cheese was yucky.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Angry People Hurt Their Hearts
I HATE. HATE. HATE. angry people. I know that by saying this I am being sort of hypocritical because hate is anger, but they make me hateful.
Why would you yell at someone? Yelling makes me shut down and not want to help you. I'd rather just punch you in a vulnerable spot and kick you while you're rolling around, instead of smiling and directing you and wishing you all good intentions. Anger stresses everyone out, so why do it? And because I will not yell back or hit or walk off I tend to hold it in and then probably stress myself out even more and later, at a convenient time will cry it out.
I HATE crying. I think it is weakness and frustration at not being able to physically harm someone. The natural reaction to anger is aggression but due to certain circumstances aggression is not the way to go, just in a self preservation standpoint but also probably in a legal standpoint.
So what do I do? I breathe, count, draw, pace and see it humorously. Then I wish them nothing but ill will and pray that God gives them nothing but a cruddy life. Then I take it all back knowing that it's just bad karma to do so, so I just figure they already have bad lives and that's why they are angry.
I still imagine bashing in their heads. I need a safety spot.
Me.
P.S. This post is not about Rich. He is not an angry person.
I HATE. HATE. HATE. angry people. I know that by saying this I am being sort of hypocritical because hate is anger, but they make me hateful.
Why would you yell at someone? Yelling makes me shut down and not want to help you. I'd rather just punch you in a vulnerable spot and kick you while you're rolling around, instead of smiling and directing you and wishing you all good intentions. Anger stresses everyone out, so why do it? And because I will not yell back or hit or walk off I tend to hold it in and then probably stress myself out even more and later, at a convenient time will cry it out.
I HATE crying. I think it is weakness and frustration at not being able to physically harm someone. The natural reaction to anger is aggression but due to certain circumstances aggression is not the way to go, just in a self preservation standpoint but also probably in a legal standpoint.
So what do I do? I breathe, count, draw, pace and see it humorously. Then I wish them nothing but ill will and pray that God gives them nothing but a cruddy life. Then I take it all back knowing that it's just bad karma to do so, so I just figure they already have bad lives and that's why they are angry.
I still imagine bashing in their heads. I need a safety spot.
Me.
P.S. This post is not about Rich. He is not an angry person.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Michelle's Not So Scary
When I was younger, New York's WPIX, which was just plain old channel 11, used to play a scary movie every night in October leading up to Halloween. It was called "Shocktober" and it was way better than Octoberfest. Every night I would watch the first 30 minutes of American Werewolf In Paris, Gremlins, Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween and Friday the 13th. Then I'd have to go to my room for bedtime. It was great because they had station edits and so it wasn't so foul-mouthed or gory but it creeped me out big time.
Now we don't have anything of that sort but the travel channel likes to spook people out with Englishmen holding seances and going down dark paths all in infrared. What scares me the most are their inverted green eyes and their gaunt faces.
I like a good scare once in a while but I am never brave enough to do it in the dark anymore. Now I am covered in sheets in the middle of the day, fast forwarding through the really scary parts.
Wimp.
Halloween is my second favorite 'holiday' after Festivus.
Me.
When I was younger, New York's WPIX, which was just plain old channel 11, used to play a scary movie every night in October leading up to Halloween. It was called "Shocktober" and it was way better than Octoberfest. Every night I would watch the first 30 minutes of American Werewolf In Paris, Gremlins, Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween and Friday the 13th. Then I'd have to go to my room for bedtime. It was great because they had station edits and so it wasn't so foul-mouthed or gory but it creeped me out big time.
Now we don't have anything of that sort but the travel channel likes to spook people out with Englishmen holding seances and going down dark paths all in infrared. What scares me the most are their inverted green eyes and their gaunt faces.
I like a good scare once in a while but I am never brave enough to do it in the dark anymore. Now I am covered in sheets in the middle of the day, fast forwarding through the really scary parts.
Wimp.
Halloween is my second favorite 'holiday' after Festivus.
Me.
