"Probably Going To Be Something Lame Like 'Eternal Flame' By The Bangles"*
The other day I was surprised that it was coming to March already. The shock of it is I only have a few months left before the wedding and I think I am seriously behind on a bunch of things, it's starting to FREAK. ME. OUT. That and the fact that I can't get hold of my wedding planner. If you notice a little wetness at the back of my pants (or more likely, my housedress) it's because everytime I think of it I pee myself. But March will settle this all up. I'm gonna dive right in for this month and everything should be either right on schedule or better at the end of this month. Do you hear me??!!
The other thing that was a surprise about March, and quite a pleasant bit at that, is that in two days (March 2nd) it will be my one year "official" wedding anniversary. (I don't need the comments, you know who you are.) Rich and I will be going somewhere to celebrate. Okay, just for a celebratory lunch at one of the nicer restaurants around.
So, just to refresh myself on what happened that day I went back and read my blog on it. Thank God for those, or else I wouldn't know anything, I've forgotten it mostly. haha. But in reading it I realized we have been keeping the fourth 'suspected' cornerstone to keeping a happy, stable marriage. We have been ingesting a lot of fiber. Well half of us anyway, enough for two. Seemed longer than just a year ago. So strange.
Okee, gotta check on my laundry. See y'all soon.
*That was my response when someone asked me what we were dancing to at my wedding.
Me.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I was going to paint a picture of our summers buying KFC or spicy chicken wings and heading out to the beach and park, when we were kids, with dad. However, I wont. I was reminded of these times because today Rich and I went to the campground area of Disney's Fort Wilderness Resort and Campground (correct nomenclature is improtant) and had a tasty picnic right by the Seven Seas Lagoon. It was perfect; warm and breezy.
But what I also remembered when I stopped to think about those summers at the beach, eating mashed potatoes and gravy, and hogging the drumsticks, just dad, Mike and me, was how, even though this was almost a thrice weekly event, it still felt strange just having the three of us together. We were never that close with dad because he was not affectionate nor did he share his past experiences, meaning, after 25 years of having a dad I barely know two stories about his childhood or even young adulthood. In looking back it's sad but really that's what I know and to see anything different would be stranger.
My days of picnics, swinging on swings, walking the beach and running under the summer sun still influences me today. When it gets hot and I feel cooped up I yearn to go out, walk under the sun, (preferably by the water) and bring some kind of fattening lunch and when I do I feel carefree and young. I don't know about dad's memories from childhood but he's made many happy memories for us.
It's Friday tomorrow!! Have a good weekend.
Me.
p.s. was that a lame ending?
But what I also remembered when I stopped to think about those summers at the beach, eating mashed potatoes and gravy, and hogging the drumsticks, just dad, Mike and me, was how, even though this was almost a thrice weekly event, it still felt strange just having the three of us together. We were never that close with dad because he was not affectionate nor did he share his past experiences, meaning, after 25 years of having a dad I barely know two stories about his childhood or even young adulthood. In looking back it's sad but really that's what I know and to see anything different would be stranger.
My days of picnics, swinging on swings, walking the beach and running under the summer sun still influences me today. When it gets hot and I feel cooped up I yearn to go out, walk under the sun, (preferably by the water) and bring some kind of fattening lunch and when I do I feel carefree and young. I don't know about dad's memories from childhood but he's made many happy memories for us.
It's Friday tomorrow!! Have a good weekend.
Me.
p.s. was that a lame ending?
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
From The Heavens
A few days ago I told God that I was no longer going to pray to him and that he wasn't helping me through anything and that I didn't need him.
Yesterday, while driving to work, amidst my thoughts of depression and semi-sadness, right down the road where I make a left unto the highway, singing along to Michael Buble's song "Home", I realized that the corner of my eye was trying to relate to me that a certain cloud looked exactly like an "O". So I tore my eyes away from the road and looked up to the northeast side of my windshield. And there it was, a sign from the heavens.
"JESUS LOVES YOU"
I know, I can be spiteful and say something sarcastic about skywriters and uber-religion. But I took it for it's message and won't shoot the messenger. And patched things up with Him. Said a little prayer and drove, with my eyes safely on the road once more. When I arrived at work and walked our little walkway with a nice warm breeze blowing at me I felt a wholeness once more. It was a good day.
Me.
A few days ago I told God that I was no longer going to pray to him and that he wasn't helping me through anything and that I didn't need him.
Yesterday, while driving to work, amidst my thoughts of depression and semi-sadness, right down the road where I make a left unto the highway, singing along to Michael Buble's song "Home", I realized that the corner of my eye was trying to relate to me that a certain cloud looked exactly like an "O". So I tore my eyes away from the road and looked up to the northeast side of my windshield. And there it was, a sign from the heavens.
"JESUS LOVES YOU"
I know, I can be spiteful and say something sarcastic about skywriters and uber-religion. But I took it for it's message and won't shoot the messenger. And patched things up with Him. Said a little prayer and drove, with my eyes safely on the road once more. When I arrived at work and walked our little walkway with a nice warm breeze blowing at me I felt a wholeness once more. It was a good day.
Me.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Turdle Breath
I find this absolutely fascinating and is the reason why this will be my only post for today:
Turtles can breathe oxygen through their bums!! Look it up, you'll see.
It reminds me of the episode of South Park where Cartman teaches everyone that they too can poo through their mouths. Yeah, that's just how my mind works. Jealous?
Have a good weekend.
Me.
I find this absolutely fascinating and is the reason why this will be my only post for today:
Turtles can breathe oxygen through their bums!! Look it up, you'll see.
It reminds me of the episode of South Park where Cartman teaches everyone that they too can poo through their mouths. Yeah, that's just how my mind works. Jealous?
Have a good weekend.
Me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Back To School
When I was in seventh grade I moved to a new school. It was a little parochial school tucked in a tiny shady corner of the Bronx, called St. Mary's. I had just spent a year in a public school where a girl had gotten raped, a classmate had died of a mysterious asthma attack, and a girl in my grade, had run into the school, hysterical and half-naked because a few boys had attacked her in the park. I loved that school but we'll get into that at another juncture.
I had spent four years in two different public schools and in those years are contained my fondest memories of school life. So, I was uneasy when I was told I would be transferring to this Catholic school. Although, not too much because I had already been there for Pre-K and first and second grade.
First day of school and I was glad to see many people from my first and second grades and there were a few people I knew in my years in public school. That year I became best friends with Samantha, a quiet, often the domineered sheep of our flock; Susan, who I knew and was best friends with in 5th grade; Roseanne or Rosie, who I had met and slightly knew in second grade, she was the tomboy/sassy Puerto Rican who all the boys inevitably fell hard for; and Marisol, who I knew since kindergarten. She and I were in the same classes and schools all the way until 8th grade. She was the leader who was smart and could cut you to the quick with vicious verbiage, but she was funny and charming in her own way.
We were the fivesome who often sat at a different table from the other girls and while they played double dutch at recess, we played tag with the boys, or sporks (which was a fun game that requires those sporks they give you at lunch, there was something evil about them that I loved).
Our cafeteria table also housed the unwanted boys, the geek boys, who were not athletic, who wore glasses, who liked to play the various card games that were in vogue, or just not up to par with the other boys, meaning we sat with the Jew, the flaming queen, the Greek boy with the weird accent, the idiot savant, who would sit at the back of the class humming tunes, leaving jerry curl stains on his chair, and playing with paper. (Once asked by the teacher if he was listening he answered in the affirmative and the teacher ask him to repeat what she had said and repeated everything she said, word for word from the last ten minutes.)(I should know, I was at that time, taking copious notes.) It was eerie. Our lunch table was the only one in the whole school that was a mix of the sexes and the races. That school being predominantly Black, our table stood out.
Oh, it's nice to reminisce but I must bid you adieu for today and tune in next week for more of Michelle Brown's school days.
Me.
p.s. Happy Valentine's Day all.
When I was in seventh grade I moved to a new school. It was a little parochial school tucked in a tiny shady corner of the Bronx, called St. Mary's. I had just spent a year in a public school where a girl had gotten raped, a classmate had died of a mysterious asthma attack, and a girl in my grade, had run into the school, hysterical and half-naked because a few boys had attacked her in the park. I loved that school but we'll get into that at another juncture.
I had spent four years in two different public schools and in those years are contained my fondest memories of school life. So, I was uneasy when I was told I would be transferring to this Catholic school. Although, not too much because I had already been there for Pre-K and first and second grade.
First day of school and I was glad to see many people from my first and second grades and there were a few people I knew in my years in public school. That year I became best friends with Samantha, a quiet, often the domineered sheep of our flock; Susan, who I knew and was best friends with in 5th grade; Roseanne or Rosie, who I had met and slightly knew in second grade, she was the tomboy/sassy Puerto Rican who all the boys inevitably fell hard for; and Marisol, who I knew since kindergarten. She and I were in the same classes and schools all the way until 8th grade. She was the leader who was smart and could cut you to the quick with vicious verbiage, but she was funny and charming in her own way.
We were the fivesome who often sat at a different table from the other girls and while they played double dutch at recess, we played tag with the boys, or sporks (which was a fun game that requires those sporks they give you at lunch, there was something evil about them that I loved).
Our cafeteria table also housed the unwanted boys, the geek boys, who were not athletic, who wore glasses, who liked to play the various card games that were in vogue, or just not up to par with the other boys, meaning we sat with the Jew, the flaming queen, the Greek boy with the weird accent, the idiot savant, who would sit at the back of the class humming tunes, leaving jerry curl stains on his chair, and playing with paper. (Once asked by the teacher if he was listening he answered in the affirmative and the teacher ask him to repeat what she had said and repeated everything she said, word for word from the last ten minutes.)(I should know, I was at that time, taking copious notes.) It was eerie. Our lunch table was the only one in the whole school that was a mix of the sexes and the races. That school being predominantly Black, our table stood out.
Oh, it's nice to reminisce but I must bid you adieu for today and tune in next week for more of Michelle Brown's school days.
Me.
p.s. Happy Valentine's Day all.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Denial Of The Obvious
I hate anyone at work I don't work with.
That of course means our beloved customers.
That means you.
You fiend, who comes to the place where I work ready for an argument, ready for dissatisfaction, you who comes with an ugly mug on your face and attitude and sarcasm in your voice. Gah, I hate you. How I loathe you. How I wish nothing but the same in your life, nothing but attitude, sarcasm, dissatisfaction from your family and anyone you come in contact with so that it is a vicious cycle, because I do not have enough mercy and gentleness and generosity in my bones to wish you anything better, because I despise you.
That's what I said to someone who came up to me yesterday. Then I flashed him my combined wedding and engagement rings which shot out a beam that immediately blew him up to a million sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal.
I forget sometimes that I can shoot out those rays from my rings, or there would be more sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal on the floor.
Oh sometimes I wish I had a more challenging role, like a brain in a vat.
Me.
P.S. What's up with blogger and having you type in a word verification?
I hate anyone at work I don't work with.
That of course means our beloved customers.
That means you.
You fiend, who comes to the place where I work ready for an argument, ready for dissatisfaction, you who comes with an ugly mug on your face and attitude and sarcasm in your voice. Gah, I hate you. How I loathe you. How I wish nothing but the same in your life, nothing but attitude, sarcasm, dissatisfaction from your family and anyone you come in contact with so that it is a vicious cycle, because I do not have enough mercy and gentleness and generosity in my bones to wish you anything better, because I despise you.
That's what I said to someone who came up to me yesterday. Then I flashed him my combined wedding and engagement rings which shot out a beam that immediately blew him up to a million sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal.
I forget sometimes that I can shoot out those rays from my rings, or there would be more sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal on the floor.
Oh sometimes I wish I had a more challenging role, like a brain in a vat.
Me.
P.S. What's up with blogger and having you type in a word verification?
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Hey big Happy Birthday to Julienne today! Yay!
Been busy with work and illness for the past week or so. Not my illness but someone else's.
Nothing too new and crazy to add to my life at the moment. I've had to endure a few early morning wake ups and now my body is used to it that I got up early again this morning even though I have no form of work or excursions planned for today.
I've got a few errands to run now that I'm up and have thought about it though.
Also been reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens and it seems very hopeful and interesting. I'm looking forward to continuing it.
Ho-hum, sorry for the dull post. I'll come up with something spectacular and mind-blowing later on today, if not, maybe something worth reading anyway.
Me.
Been busy with work and illness for the past week or so. Not my illness but someone else's.
Nothing too new and crazy to add to my life at the moment. I've had to endure a few early morning wake ups and now my body is used to it that I got up early again this morning even though I have no form of work or excursions planned for today.
I've got a few errands to run now that I'm up and have thought about it though.
Also been reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens and it seems very hopeful and interesting. I'm looking forward to continuing it.
Ho-hum, sorry for the dull post. I'll come up with something spectacular and mind-blowing later on today, if not, maybe something worth reading anyway.
Me.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Except February, That's The Weird One
In our little neighborhood there's a prize you win for having a nice looking yard. It's called the "Yard of the Month" and you get to place this green plaque on your yard. As we drove past the houses I caught sight of the house with the plaque on its lawn and thought "that's sad that they only get to have it for 28 days unlike the rest of us who get it for two or three days more." But then the half full side of me thought, "well maybe they'll cherish it more because they only have it for less time."
Then we crashed into Yard of the Month's neighbor's tree because I wasn't keeping my eyes on the road.
Me.
P.S. We really didn't crash into a tree, it's just to keep it all exciting and interesting.
In our little neighborhood there's a prize you win for having a nice looking yard. It's called the "Yard of the Month" and you get to place this green plaque on your yard. As we drove past the houses I caught sight of the house with the plaque on its lawn and thought "that's sad that they only get to have it for 28 days unlike the rest of us who get it for two or three days more." But then the half full side of me thought, "well maybe they'll cherish it more because they only have it for less time."
Then we crashed into Yard of the Month's neighbor's tree because I wasn't keeping my eyes on the road.
Me.
P.S. We really didn't crash into a tree, it's just to keep it all exciting and interesting.
