Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Day 6

"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."  ~C. S. Lewis

This is today's addition.  Oh the things I do after midnight!

I am so weird.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Top Ten Thoughts for This Monday Morning

1.  I hate mosquitoes.  I have over 50 bites from right about my ankles downward.  That is insane.  I am like crack for those devil beasts.

2.  After-Bite works well, but burns like heck!  That is probably my own fault, though, for scratching the crap out of my feet.

3.  I need to drink more water.  I was doing good, but then I got lazy about it.  Now I'm back.  I've almost finished a Liter so far this morning.

4.  I was treading water deciding what dvds to start watching now.  Movies are great and all, but I haven't had TV (as previously stated in numerous blogs. Yes.  I know.) in 7 months.  I like watching series.  So, now I have restarted Gilmore Girls.  I began on Saturday night and am already halfway through Season One.  Good times.

5.  I need a nap.  Actually, I just need sleep and to not be woken up by a punk kitten.  Beans is such a little boy.  He's begun chewing my hair in the night.  He leaves is bed and stalks over to my head and starts chewing on my hair and playing with it.  What a weirdo.

6.  Wet food.  Areba needs wet food and I keep forgetting to stop for some.  I'm a horrible mother.  I need to treat her, seeing as she's putting up with a baby boy in HER house these days!

7.  Carrie, my out-of-town guest is coming back tomorrow.  I need to make some plans to show of the city and surrounding areas...

8.  Zuppa Tuscana sounds so good to me right now.  I need to make some this week.

9.  The car hunt continues.  And as such, I wonder why I am the "lucky" person who never has movie-like things happen to them.  Like, where is my rich uncle who wants to take care of me?  Where is my dead benefactor whose left me more money than I could possibly spend in this lifetime?  Where is my knight in shining armor?  Actually, I'd settle for the Prince from "Sleeping Beauty".  At least he could sing and dance.

10.  I am really enjoying my project 365.  Maybe I should put a picture or two on here every once in awhile?  Man, if I was really smart, I bet there is a way to link that photo album from Flickr to here.  Alas, I have little to no skills whatsoever!

Friday, July 23, 2010

I've Got Nothin' For Ya...


This week Grandma Irene died.  She wasn't *my* Grandma, rather she was my best friend (my blood brother...erm..sister(?) from childhood)'s.  Either way, she was like a Grandma to me.  I missed out on real Grandmas because my Mom's Mother died before I was born.  My Father's Mom lived up North and we pretty much only saw them on Christmas; just enough to really piss you off as a child, having to wait to open gifts until the Grandparents showed up. 

I mean, I loved my Grandma, don't get me wrong; but man, she was like a Nazi at her house.  2 pieces of bacon and THAT was IT!  A tiny glass of O.J. and THAT was IT!  Geeze, Grams, did you grow up in the Depression or something? 

Oh.  Right.  You did.

Still, Grandma Irene was my Grandma.  She loved me, treated me and punished me just like the rest of them! 

I broke at the funeral.  Every funeral now makes me think of my Mom too, so that's a big fat crappy bonus!

In other news, after hunting 2 cities and like 7 Walgreens, I have found and purchased some awesome candy that I am incredibly addicted to.  Mission accomplished.  After all, it's time to put on the "winter weight".  Not that I've ever "taken off" last years...  but shh.  We don't have to talk about that!

Writing is really what I need to be doing.  Sadly, that takes a back-seat way more often than it should.  In fact, I've begun a new project.  Project 365 on Flickr - Self Portraits.  I'm really looking to be stretched and am excited about hitting day 365 and being able to look back on a year of life.  We will see how this goes.

365 / 002:  Grandma Irene's Funeral was this morning.

In lighter news for this absolutely horridly humid Friday afternoon:  The words "eyeliner and cigarettes" are stuck in my brain.   Not the whole song of 'Paparazzi'.  No.  Just that line.  Thank you, Lady Gaga.

Enjoy your weekend, Friends!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Busy Freakin' Week

As if any week isn't busy, right?

I feel like I'm running on fumes.  Rest assured, I'm not.  Currently I'm running on 'Monster'.  This particular, erm, flavour(?) is kind of sick too, so that's a bonus. 

Beans, my little man, is growing accustomed to his new habitat.   (Beans is my new kitten, in case you didn't know that!)  He's quickly learning that Areba is the Queen of the house; he still ends up doing incredibly boyish and kitten-like things.  It's nice having a man in the house now.  I can only hope that he grows up to learn how to fix electric issues, cut the grass, take out the garbage and deal with spiders and stuff.  I think he'll fare well with the latter, it's the previous that I worry about!  I'm kind of "over" doing the "manly" chores.  Don't get me wrong, I will do them because they have to be done, but a man would be nice.  I'm what you'd call completely ANTI-feminist like that! 

You want to take out the garbage?  SURE!  By all means, have at it!

What?  You'd love to take care of the yard work?  Uh, HI - I think that's awesome!

The dynamic of adding Beans to the recipe of my life has proven to be a bit spicy at times and just a little saucy, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

I'm officially working on the 'Cat Lady' thing.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Analyze This!


I write like
George Orwell
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Well, I guess there is no denying that as a wee lass I loved his book, 'Animal Farm'.

Oh!  Also, there's no denying my affinity for Elf Culture.  (Sorry, 'Elf' on the brain.)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Running Just as Fast as We Can...can...can...can...

Tonight is a mad dash of sorts; one which began about an hour ago.

You see, my sister and I (who live separately) are each getting kittens.  She's getting a baby girl.  I am getting the brother, a baby boy.  Beans Artimus is his name.  He's quite the little man.  He also has got quite the mouth on his cute little face!

The kittens have been locked up at my Dad's house overnight - quarantined from our other animals prior to vet inspection.  That is just how we operate, especially since Miss Areba Abigail Anne Marie (by baby) is about to turn 18.  Best to be safe.

Here's the rundown of the evening:

3pm:  Sister brings kittens to my place to show a friend some craft stuff she can take.

4pm:  Sister brings kittens to the Vet.

5pm:  I get picked up and brought to my house.  Sister brings kittens to Dad's house.  I clean and prepare for my little boy.

6pm:  My old roommate brings her six month old puppy to my house.  She is giving me the dog to give to my Dad.

7pm:  Bring puppy to Dad's house and exchange for Mr. Beans.

When-the-heck-ever:  GO HOME!

Seems straight and easy, right?  This crap kept waking me up every 2 hrs last night!  I cannot wait for tomorrow to arrive!

Happy Weekend, Friends!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Fireworks and Fried Chicken

The Fourth of July weekend has come and passed, taking with it one of the very few three day weekends that I get off of work.  A busy three days for sure.  The heat was one thing, but the air so thick that I could set my drink down on it...well, that was just too much.

When you don't have a car you realize how much better actually having a car in your world is.  I walked around the city, sweating my butt off, in order to get my tasks done.  In the upper 80s.  In extremely high humidity.  At one point, I kid you not, I was ready to throw in the towel, lay down in the middle of the side-street that I was trekking on, and die.  Someone would find my dried out body later in the day.  They'd kick at what had now become just a pile of sand and they'd wonder where the hell that mess had come from.

And now "....♪♫♪ All we are is dust in the wind..."  is in my head.  Thank you, 'Kansas'.

I operate like a movie with a soundtrack.  Let me just say that my soundtrack is awesome.  However, you cannot buy it.  It doesn't exist.

Other than the suffering of the sun as I tried to trim the hedges; briefly, before I absolutely quit, showered and passed out - the weekend was pretty decent.  The fireworks were on the 3rd.  Apparently because having the fireworks (intended to celebrate Independence) on the actual DAY is just out of the question.  Because there are other things families would rather do on the night of the 4th?  Whatevs.

The 3rd also brought with it a Fried Chicken Road Trip on Route 66 with my friend Brianne.  I would have written all about it, but she beat me to it. If you're interested please check out her blog here:  Fried-Chicken  It was a great (small) roadtrip.  The food and treats were fantastic.  I even bought a tshirt.  Cue the mouth to begin watering now because just thinking about it has made me crave some homemade fried chicken.

I think that's it for my ramblings today.  I have the gross taste of Zesty Salsa Combos in my mouth.  It's gross, yet it makes me want more. 

Time to go drink some water.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


PROMPT - In her right hand a woman holds a loaded gun, in her left, a coin that just came up ‘tails’…NOW WRITE…

Violet’s hand trembled; her heart seemed to stop. The silence was absolutely deafening. Somewhere in the darkness seconds slipped through broken pipe one drop of moldy water at a time.

Vy willed the coin to jump up and turn over. As a child she remembered the tiny box of Mexican jumping beans that her Mother had bought for her. They seemed to have wills of their own, how hard could it be? After all, couldn’t some people bend spoons with their minds? Why wouldn’t the damn coin flip over?

The faint whimpering of Dominic awakened the blood in her veins. Life flowed back into her slate gray eyes as she realized that he still had no idea whether it was ‘heads’ or ‘tails’. His life depended on George Washington, and George had let him down.

Time had become just another abstract and illusive entity at this point. Twenty-Four hours ago she’d been in his arms. The scent of man’s cologne mixed with his sweat had made her melt. She breathed it in as if she were attempting to burn it into her memory.

Right now, she cherished that move.

Time: Only one day ago they had confessed their love for one another. The decades of friendship that had gone back and forth with unexpressed feelings of romance seemed to shatter across horizon as honesty took its course. It was only last night that he had grabbed her and pulled her close to him as the sun set. Twenty years of agony and bliss seemed as if nothing when she was beside him. It had all been worth it. They needed that time. They needed that space. They had needed it all to get to where they were, wrapped in one another’s arms, impenetrable.

Time: Five minutes is all it took to pour out the emotions that led to the most romanticized expression of love that anyone could experience – the first kiss. The first kiss is the spontaneous one; it is the act of raw passion in the heat of the moment. The second would only be better. The second kiss is the planned one. It’s the one that is thought out. When the second kiss happens, your hands are sweaty, and you’re nervous, like a teenager on their first date. The second kiss would be amazing.

The second kiss would never come.

A day…

Five minutes…

One minute…

One minute was all it took for their captor to subdue and drug them both. The rules were simple; one of them had to die.

Time has a tendency to stretch itself out to ungodly lengths. When you’re a child, waiting to un-wrap a gift, time seems to take as long as a trip to the dentist – an eternity. When you’re an adult, standing face to face with the object of your desires, time seems to mock you as it speeds itself up – laughing in your face as you look on in disbelief.

And then there was one second. One second was all it took for the coin to flip and decide their fate.

Violet would never see Dominic again. She would never smell his skin close to hers. He would never again tease her about her constant misuse of words. Her eyes would never gaze into his. Their lips would never again find each other. She would never again feel the safety that she felt when she had finally been enveloped in his strong and sturdy arms.

Her stone cold eyes peered up at the clock just as the second hand passed the 12. The alarm sounded. Vy slowly closed her eyes and she focused on the echoing beat of her heart. She had no choice, did she?

The pressure of her finger on the triggered tightened. Somehow, when the shot rang out, she thought about how easy it was. For some reason she’d imagined that firing a gun would require a strong hand. But there was nothing dramatic about this. It was almost too fluid. Too easy.

The gun only bounced a few times as it hit the concrete. The puff of smoke rose and dissipated at once. Dominic now was silent.

Violet had to kill him, she had no choice. However, love had won. At the last second, she closed her eyes, and took aim at herself. Sparing him was all she could do. Living without him is what would really kill her.

Across the vast expanse, Dominic lay on the cold cement ground; bleeding. In their silence they never even knew that they’d both been forced into the same game. In their silence they’d both made the same decision. They’d both breathed their last anticipating their second kiss.