STONED
Every time you take me for granted my heart hardens a little bit more. One day soon when you come calling I might be taken for granite instead.
08
Feb
2006
Author: lizardek
07
Feb
2006
INTELLECTUAL DEFEAT
I’m a little grumpy tonight, because Anders left for Italy today and won’t be home until Friday, and considering that he was gone for 9 days just 3 days ago I think I’m entitled to a little grumpiness. *sigh* Things I Really, Really Need to Get Off My Butt and DO: Get Karin’s passports renewed; at least the Swedish one, and soon Learn the song I am supposed to be singing at my brother’s wedding in May. I suspect my non-motivation has to do with the fact that I don’t really like it that much, and that it’s not really...
06
Feb
2006
CLOSE AT HAND AND HOLDING ON
My hands are a lot more wrinkled now than they used to be. They’re starting to look like my mom’s hands, full of soft ridges and character. I keep my fingernails fairly short nowadays, after years of growing them long because I could. Small white crescents above a flattened jujubee of pale pink. I remember once realizing that I had vertical ridges in my fingernails, and being told that it was a lack of iron that caused it. That, along with chewing ice, were the outward signs of a deficiency I apparently solved or grew out of, since neither one...
05
Feb
2006
WHERE THE HEART IS
The only thing better than having an entire week to yourself with no husband and kids to look after is the moment when you hear the key in the door and know that they’ve come home.
04
Feb
2006
ALL HANDS ON DECK
Sometimes I feel like my life is like the water in the ocean. Waves lap at the shore and retreat with the tides, a palette of colors and motion that stays basically the same, unchanging from day to day. But once in a while a storm blows in, and suddenly the breakers are huge and scary and the dash of spray against the cliffs is drenching everything, and things break up and float away, and it’s hard to see where the lines in the sand once were, and if I’m not careful, the undertow will grab me and pull me...
04
Feb
2006
NOW I LAY MEME DOWN TO SLEEP
4 jobs I’ve had Bagel Deli Counter Queen; Summer Dormitory Cleaning Crew; Marketing Services Coordinator; MSU Laundry Slavey 4 movies I can watch over and over Anne of Green Gables; Ladyhawke; My Fair Lady; Toy Story 4 places I’ve lived Knob Noster, Missouri; Overpelt, Belgium; Great Falls, Montana; Chicago, Illinois 4 TV shows I love(d) Little House on the Prairie; Remington Steele; The Incredible Hulk; The West Wing 4 places I’ve vacationed Santorini, Greece; Istanbul, Turkey; Hot Springs, Arkansas; Legoland, Denmark 4 of my favorite dishes Cream of mushroom soup; Salmon with lemon pepper; Chicken pot pie; Frikadelles & pommes...
02
Feb
2006
FOR SOMEONE WITH NOTHING TO SAY I SURE TALK A LOT
I honestly feel I have nothing to say. Which is weird, because I just talked on the phone to a total stranger for nearly half an hour. And weird, because anyone who knows me would say that my not having anything to say is a thing of beauty and a joy forever unusual. *sings softly* Hey ho, anybody listening? Hey ho, anybody here? Hey ho, anybody listening? ……….Anybody caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare? Heh. That was the part of the refrain from a gospel song I sang in Messengers when I was 17. So, what the hell is the matter with me? General malaise...
01
Feb
2006
READY FOR REWINDING THIS DO-OVER DAY
When my children are bored, I put my hands on my hips with exasperation and say, “How can you possibly be bored? You have so many toys, so many books, so many friends, so many things you could be doing!” and then I start listing them one by one with my head cocked first to one side, then the other, until the kids run screaming in capitulation from the room to amuse themselves elsewhere. When my husband is bored, I kick him out of the house, which is really where he longs to be. He’s happiest doing something outside that...
31
Jan
2006
WHEN THE MOON IS IN THE STUPID HOUSE
You know, I like some of the ideas of astrology, and I think it’s fun to be a fire sign (rawr!) and it’s interesting and all, but the guest speaker who babbled on tonight at the meeting for over an HOUR really made the case AGAINST it despite his self-professed knowledge and experience in a lifelong career as an astrologer. The final straw for me, the one that tipped my eyeballs over and up into the back of my head, where they had been straining to go for what felt like an eternity, was his snippy response to one girl’s...
30
Jan
2006
SOMETIMES NOTHING IS A CLEVER THING TO SAY
Overnight, all the water in the wind made the transition directly to the vapor phase, locking on as if the frost and fog spirits had taken a high-pressure hose and sprayed white flocked velvet on the southwest side of everything up on the hill. The fog hugs every contour and hides the world. The hoarfrost is half an inch thick, it lopsides the trees with white icing. Everything is suddenly blooming again…with frost flowers, the crystalline structures built on suspended and subliminated vapor. The trees have all aged and grown beards and ghostly white skeletal fluff. I come home to...