• 14Aug

    background: So, I just moved into this new place with a totally huge deck. And I wanted a hammock for the deck because it would be cool.

    Cost of my hammock:

    Buying a hammock at Home Depot [the man store] with my blonde mother: $72
    Gas money to drive back to Home Depot the next day to return a hammock STAND [beuse there never was a hammock]: an hour of wasted time, plus $3 for a gallon of gas
    Replacing the 200-year old window pane that my BLONDE and I broke while assembling the hammock stand: $14
    Going to the Goodwill Store [with my not-so-blonde BF] to find stuff for the deck: $32 for JUST a hammock
    Chillin’ in my totally awesome new hammock: priceless

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    Molly and I on our new hammock

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    Ahh yes, the good life

  • 12Aug

    Bloody Wounds

    Snow trickles down the frosty window
    It doesn’t freeze…
    It just keeps moving.
    Tears stream down your blistered cheeks
    They don’t end…
    They just keep rolling.
    Soon the tears will stop
    Your heart will still be broken
    But you’ll be stronger
    Your guard will be sharp
    Because you’ll realize you survived.
    Nothing is as it seems
    Your in my dreams
    and thoughts
    and everything in between
    Forget the unknown and what you’ve seen
    Come away with me
    Into the dark and the light
    Forget your sorrows
    Welcome tomorrows
    Those memories are gone
    And broken
    But there’s so many more to be made
    Don’t be so stubborn
    as not to see the moment your standing in now.
    The blood is still seeping through your wound.
    The scab hasn’t formed or fallen.
    And when it does there will be a scar.
    Only a memory…an unwanted reminder.

  • 12Aug

    Got Sleep?
    Time flies when you’re sleeping
    So, pass me another dream
    Dream me a fantasy
    I know it would be great,
    But what would it mean?

    Just keep it simple
    Maybe when pillows fly
    You’d Be a dreamer, not a sleeper
    Sleep sweet sleep
    I love to sleep

    Live it while you’re sleeping
    Better asleep than never
    So, let’s get ready to dream
    Not until the fat man sleeps
    Dream while you’re ahead
    So you can say,
    “Been there, dreamt that”

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    Picture courtesy of Sam Critton

    Assignment: “A poem taken from cliches”- Mr. Werthner’s class
    Creative Writing- 11th Grade [yes high school]

  • 11Aug

    So, Sam and I went to the Pump Station for lunch yesterday, and he is always like “the Pump Station Burger is soo good.” And I was like Ok, but I don’t think I can eat a whole one. So we split it. And like he said it was “soo good.” However, here’s the pitch- only on rare rare occasions do I eat ground beef. Maybe once a year I will eat a hamburger….it just looks like tiny worms, and I feel like when I eat it they eat my insides. It’s definitely an issue I have. Anyway…

    Next thing you know we’re talking about dinner and we decided to make oriental turkey burgers. Now this I can eat. Don’t ask me why…. turkey and beef are very different to me….The texture is the same, but I think its the color.

    And Sam’s friend Beth is up and my sister was hanging out with us at dinner, and we’re drinking and having fun.

    Unfortunately my stomach did not like what I ate, and I vomited. But I honestly believe it was not from the 5 vodka tonics that I drank….definitely those damn worms eating my stomach and I had to get them out of there.

    NOTE: This is twisted. I know…so I hope people understand my sense of humor. Truth is I never ate red meat until a year ago, and supposedly vegetarians can get sick after a while because there body isn’t use to the checmicals in the meat….or something.
    NOTE: I was never a vegetarian …I just did not eat red meat.

    Sam’s Recipe for oriental turkey burgers:

    3 lbs of ground turkey
    a bunch of chopped scallions
    tons of garlic
    maybe a little onion
    some asian ginger sesame sauce
    -mush it all together

    top it off with lettuce, onion and a thin slice of tomato- delish

  • 09Aug

    The rain pounded all night
    What a delight
    Our hearts danced to the beat of the tin roof
    And I felt complete
    We dined on wine
    And waited up for the sunshine
    I wanted to feel you
    The sentiment was genuine and true
    Why do you have to be so perfect?
    Perhaps it’s a trick
    you’re a simple mystery
    Careful it may be slippery
    ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get back up’
    My heart needs to catch up
    What a silly lover’s cliché
    On that rainy Sunday

  • 09Aug

    Wake up call: 12pm

    Bedtime: 3am

    Daytime activities: shower occasionally, sun bathing, jog 3 miles, finding a good movie to rent, taking Molly to the park, sitting on the front porch people watching, laying on the hammock, reading, shopping

    Activities after hours: vodka and chinese checkers

    ahh yes I can be a kid again….

  • 06Aug

    You know you’re really young when you’re watching a comedy show with your boyfriend and he can’t relate to Gilbert Gottfried as being the voice of Iago, [the parrot on the Disney movie Aladdin] because it came out when you were 10 and he was 18. And seeing how there are like ony 3 other people who read this blog, and they are only a few years older than him I guess I’m alone on this one too!

    yikesabees

    I watched Pulp Fiction for the first time last night…Hurray!

  • 03Aug

    One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

    Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am. What are you doing?”

    “Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that obvious?”)
    “You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.
    “I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
    “Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”

    “If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.

    “But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
    “That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”
    “Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.

    MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.