Ordinarily Just Me

ok, maybe so

2009-07-11T23:02:00.001-10:00

OK-so I am not necessarily certain if I stopped blogging because there are now more options with wordpress and therefore more of a headache or if I just miss blogspot and the simplicity of it. I have been thinking that I will have to go back to blogspot for now since it fulfills all of my needs. Mainly that being simplicity. Even though it is lacking the ability to organize, which is why I changed in the first place, it was a lot more fun. Of course if I could figure out all the ins and out of wordpress I just might be able to utilize it a little bit more. Perhaps one of yall could give me a few suggestions before I begin exodus back to blogspot.

Alrighty then, the highlight of my day was not watching the couple tear apart a table of clothes I had just finished or having hearing that one of my co-workers called in on one of the busiest days of the week and leaving us with only two (which is way better then being by yourself and having to fix all 26 tables of clothing yourself). Nope, it was two very different things. The first being that we bought a new mini digital camera to tide us over until we can afford a nice big SLR digital camera that will probably set us back at least 1G. The little cam we bought today is small and compact and does everything that we need it to do for a short time at least. Now we finally have a cam that works and we can start taking pics again. Yeah!
The second thing was watching my co-work drool all over himself as he was talking on the phone. He was totally embarrassed. Poor guy did it in front of one of the pretty girls too and she saw. I, being the totally sensitive and caring person that I am laughed at him for quite some time. Hey it was funny. How often do you see a person with all their faculties drool on themselves?

As for the rest of the week. Well, I am slowly killing off my small jungle, I need to find a place to park my friends car until I can get it sold, I have watched an ungodly amount of movies this past week (if you get the chance see “My life in Ruins” it was cute and funny for a romantic film. I think that about catches every one up to what I have been up to for the past few days or so and for tomorrow the peis de resistance as I anticipate the battle of all battles when I try to bathe my kitty (I think she got fleas as she keeps itching a lot lately) I’ll let you all know how that goes – but don’t worry if I haven’t gotten back to you for a couple of days…
So hope you all are having a great day, weekend, whatever and Quilly when are you coming home?

Off to wordpress

2009-05-26T09:07:00.002-10:00

Hey eveyone,
If you want to find me I am now at Wordpress just click on the title of this post and it will take you there or http://ordinarilyjustme.wordpress.com/ click on that link.

just alittle rant with a little story too...

2009-05-22T23:56:00.003-10:00

Evening rant: Can someone please oh please tell me why it is people feel that it is necessary to wad up a piece(s) of clothing and stuff them in between the layers of other clothing? Are they embarrassed or feeling guilty by the fact that they cannot refold it or that they made a huge mess? Come on people, it’s really simple-really really simple. See you unfold the item to look at it and if you don’t like it you just lay it on top so that we can see it and refold the bloody item! Nice and simple like, see?

Ok-enough ranting about clothes…for tonight anyways. It feels like months since I last participated in a wordzzle challenge, (Sorry about that Raven) and since I like the words so much it’s going to be a long post… get your mugs of whatever ready folks before reading any further.

“The story goes that under the surface of the marble trench lay buried the albino Indian.” “Whats so special about this albino Indian?” spoke the assistant.
“Well, it was said that the day he was born was the day that the temple fell. It is why he was buried in the trench instead of within the temple itself. If you look at the grand design you will see that the moat ran directly parallel to the trench.”
“What was so special about this person?”
“Well, he was supposed to be the one to sound first principles”
“Sound first…What’s that supposed to mean?” exclaimed the assistant.
“Don’t be so impatient youngster, or you’ll need an aspirin soon. Let’s see, my notes say that this albino warrior was supposed to bring the curtain down by being the key thing. You see, his people were doomed-though they will not say to or from what. I guess we’ll find out when we unearth him…”

Under the surface of the grand design, the temple had the key thing that both the albino and the Indian needed. Up the trench and past the moat then down through the curtain, all will be doomed where even aspirin cannot help if the Sound First Principles is not completed correctly. Don’t know what’s that supposed to mean? Well you will.

Ok-so not that long. only because my eyes are burning with the need to close them and my head is pounding ostensibly. Hope everyone has a terrific memorial day weekend.

Ungh!

2009-05-22T00:15:00.003-10:00

I feel sick. Have for the last two days. Don't you just hate it when your body cannot decide to give in and hurl(just to be done) instead of just feeling like you do and then you don't?
I am looking forward to this weekend though and hope that I get over whatever it is so I can go out and visit-I get to help a friend pack for the mainland (boohoo) and go to a barbecue at another's. All in all a good weekend. If only I get over what is ailing me.
and that's all I'm sharing tonight...
except I have to tell about this really funny conversation my co-workers and I had tonight. It started out asking one another is we had seen the new star trek movie and whether or not we like it. (we did) then we went on to what was the next movie we were going to see as a group (Transformers).
He wanted to see Terminator-it comes out next week.
I told him I just couldn't get stoked about the movie as it didn't have the elements that I needed-mainly that being Linda Hamilton and Arnie.
He said that Arnie will probably have a digitalized cameo-from there we got onto Fast and the Furious Tokyo Drift and Vin Diesel-Yes I know, He's hot-which I stated out loud, but we bashed the first movie and pointed out the greatness of the others. He said the last one was better then the first(at which time I was pointing out the Diesel is hot-but Gay!)
"Gay? No way he couldn't be" was his response.
"yep, he said it in an interview"
"I don't believe it" he said.
"You could always Google it and see" I said.
"Who's gay?" another co-worker
"Vin Diesal" he said.
"NAh Unh!" She said "He can't be!"
"Yeah he is" I said.
"But he's so masculine" he said.
"You would know" I said ;)

Note: I don't really know if VD is gay-nor do I care as he has such a lovely voice-but if you Google it he says that he is not. Sorry for any misleading that may have ensued.

Above and beyond

2009-05-20T23:48:00.003-10:00

Above and Beyond
Customer service
It's not often that I meet someone who is better at customer service than me, but today I had the opportunity. Today while at work an older gentleman approached my co-worker and I and stated that he was looking for a pair of shorts like the ones that he was wearing. He stated that he had gotten them a year ago and wanted to get more like them. He was unsure which brand they were, so I directed him to a pair that looked like the ones he was looking for and left him to browse. My co-worker stayed with him and directed him to another section of shorts that I had not seen. When I looked up his back was turned towards her and her hand was clutching the back of his shorts. This startled me so much I let out a laugh-It was just that funny. She giggled as well but continued to help the customer. He found what he needed and grabbed another pair and went on his way. Quite happy. Though most of the time we grumble about how slovenly some of our customers are, the situation today made me think about their perspective of us-whether they are happy with the service they recieved. Never-and I mean never in million years would I have thought to or carried out pulling down that back of a customers pants to find out what brand they were, just so I could give them that little bit of extra help. So hat's off to my co-worker who taught me something new today as well as gave me a chuckle. Here's to looking forward to what tomorrow brings.

3WT- This weeks word-list is we have rubefacient, senticous, & divagations.

Digression
Jackson was not one prone to divagations but he was rarely alone with the child. Not all people really saw him as anything but a gardener, but Orion, upon first meeting him had given him a stately bow-as if he were royalty himself-and informed him from then on that should he ever be in need of her services he was but to command it. Not ask, mind, but command. It was one of the reasons people watched her closely. She had a way of seeing things that others missed altogether. It made her both great and dangerous.
“Miss Orion I have a question to ask of you? A favor, if you will?” Jackson watched as Orion looked around, pausing as she came past a ray of sunshine blazing through the windows. Looking at it, most would only see the dust motes whirling around-nothing at all special in that. But it gave Orion pause. It was that pause that alerted Jackson that something was amiss. Glancing around Jackson could not see or sense anything, but when he turned back to Orion, it was to find her looking intently at him with a finger to her lips. It was clear that he was to be quite.
Orion, knowing that they were not really alone but unable to tell Jackson this, waited as the gardener understood her request for caution. With an inclination of his head, Jackson struck up the conversation again. He put his question on hold for now, as he watched the child. “I have a new flower growing in the green house-a special one just for the comity, and well I was wondering if you would be so kind as to deliver it?”
“But of course Jackson. What kind of plant are we talking about? Is it one of your new hybrids? Is it senticous, like the last one? Can I have a look this afternoon after lessons?”
“Sure, sure miss. How about after the evening meal? It blooms when the moon rises” Jackson looked around carefully but saw nothing. He watched as Orion’s brow furrowed. She was staring at the dust motes in a distracted manner. If asked, she would probably just say that she was looking at patterns. Jackson knew better. He would speak to her later.
To William listening in, this did not sound at all unusual. Everyone knew that Jackson had the finest green thumb on the entire planet and that Orion fallowed him around every chance she got, learning all she could about them. He slipped out of the doorway further into the room behind him. His face rubefacient as he slipped out using the hidden entrance-same way that he entered. There was nothing more to be learned here. He had wasted enough time here as it was.

Evening observations A.K.A Rant

2009-05-16T00:39:00.005-10:00

Just a few thoughts for the evening…Little things that have happened throughout my evening (and week) that I thought was funny or just want to get off of my chest ( because, you know, I already have plenty there as it is…)

Back home we call men that want to look like women but aren’t necessarily gay transvestites. Here on the island we call them Mahu's (pronounced Ma Hoo).

Last weekend, while at a mother daughter tea (hosted by the girl scouts) one of the troopers(?) was telling me that they no longer refer to a heated discussion as an argument but as a 'creative discussion'.
My child is going to a banquet with dancing. When I asked her if she was going to be dancing her response was "Dancing is not my thing" and gave me the look...

I love this look as there can never be enough words for her to convey her distaste in such things that she finds, well, distasteful. Apparently dancing is one of them. While a large part of me is doing cartwheels, raising my arms to the sky goddess and having a grand ole time about the fact that she doesn't yet want to get that close to boys, another, admittedly very small, part of me is a little saddened by this. Dancing can bring enormous joy and fun. You can loose yourself in it if you allow. Mostly though, in regards to my child, I feel sad that she is closing herself off to an avenue that she really shouldn't be. At least not yet. OH well- maybe she will change her mind....here's me hoping (maybe not;))

Just funny....

2009-05-16T00:22:00.003-10:00

So I was browsing around and came across these little tidbits and couldn't help but to share. Hope you all enjoy!

A new, young MD when doing his residency in OB, was quite embarrassed performing female pelvic exams. To cover his embarrassment he had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling. The middle-aged lady upon whom he was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassed him. He looked up from his work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener." - unknown, courtesy of Jack Shea

Dear God, I have a problem; it's me. - unknown

Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my enemies. - Canning

Eat a live toad the first thing in the morning and nothing worse can happen to you for the rest of the day. - unknown

Golf: A good walk ruined. - Mark Twain (1835-1910)

He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire. - Winston Churchill, a gentle needle

I believe the only time the world beats a path to my door is when I'm in the bathroom. - unknown

I can't be out of money, I still have checks left. - unknown

If at first you don't succeed, skydivings not for you. - S. Johns

If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before. - unknown

In God we trust; all others pay cash.- American (on money)

It was a cold winter day. An old man walked out onto a frozen lake, cut a hole in the ice and dropped in his fishing line. He was there for almost an hour, without even a nibble, when a young boy walked out onto the ice, cut a hole in the ice not far from him. The young boy dropped his fishing line and minutes later he hooked a Largemouth Bass.
The old man couldn't believe his eyes but chalked it up to plain luck. But, shortly thereafter, the young boy pulled in another large catch.
The young boy kept catching fish after fish. Finally, the old man couldn't take it any longer. "Son, I've been here for over an hour without even a nibble. You've been here only a few minutes and have caught a half dozen fish! How do you do it?"
The boy responded, "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rrarm."
"What was that?" the old man asked.
Again the boy responded, "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarrm."
"Look," said the old man, "I can't understand a word you're saying."
The boy spit the bait into his hand and said, "You have to keep the worms warm!" - unknown, courtesy of Jack Shea

and the number one saying for this evening...

Life isn't like a box of chocolates...it's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow. - unknown

Just sharing...

2009-05-16T00:14:00.002-10:00

My pj’s smell like cat butt
There is cat hair all over my face
And my kitty is now extremely happy…

And I am sure you are shaking your head at the image this is probably putting in your head, all the while saying to yourself this falls under the heading of TMI-just the same you are curious…
SO-hehehe- get your minds out of the gutter (or sicko heaven depending on your take). My cat was just happy that I was home hopped up on my chest where she immediately started kneading my belly while I was petting her. When she changed position she disturbed her hair (which had already been disturbed by the aforementioned petting) which blew into my face at that exact moment. As for the smell-well, she happened to have just left the little box, and I didn’t realize it until too late. Don’t worry, face is now clean-I’m allergic to cats (yes I know!) so I had to get it off right away, and change the pj’s as there’s no way in hell I’m going to sleep with that smell on me.

3WT and not posting

2009-05-15T14:28:00.003-10:00

My excuse...well I could come up with many. I was at my computer and I had the words up to write a story. Heck, I had them up the night before. I thought I would come back to it after work or later in the day before work. Instead:
My computer was acting really really slow, infact you could say that it was quiddle-ing along
The sun was striking this guys glabrous head and creating such a shine that I couldn't see the screen
and quite frankly, the computer is not as uxorious to me as my hubby. (I think it might help if I paid the bill :0))
I could go on,but I think it would be better if I left it for now-especially since my time on the library computer is running out and contiuously sending me messages to hurry up and get off...Ogg!

Fast Food nightmare

2009-05-14T08:29:00.004-10:00

I went into the store the other morning to buy breakfast for my family. a couple of bananas, orange juice and a wrap. I spent about $20. As I was leaving my husband commented that it would have been cheaper to go to the fast food joint across the street. He was right, it would have, at most only cost us about $9 dollars. Now for the point of my story and hence the beginning of my rant:
At what point in our society did it become cheaper to feed our families and selves at the local grease covered, salt induced, MSG infiltrated joint instead of cooking them a healthy nutritious meal?
Don't believe me? Let's use McDonald's for this rant. I can feed my family at McDonald's for $12 tops. That's with desert by the way. (Yes I raid the dollar menu like no ones business.) Now lets take the same meal (hamburger, buns, onion, ketchup, potatoes, soda pop, ice cream) the cost of meat is high, so when we find it on sale lets say $6 dollars, buns run about $4, onion $2 (already at $12) ketchup $3, potatoes will range anywhere's from $5 to $7, soda pop $2 to $3, and ice cream will take about another $5. Let’s see that totals roughly $27 dollars. Not to mention that it is not even that healthy.
Want a better comparison? Lets look at vegetables & fruits (did you notice most fast food places don't have tomatoes anymore?) Tomatoes go for about $4 per/lb, lettuce is $3 a head or per lb depending on what type, onions $2/lb, spouts $3/bag (if you can find them) celery is about $2 Apples will run from $2-4$, pears $2-$3, oranges $3-$4 etc… you can see where I am going with this, which btw, runs about $27 too. Meat is not much better-Chicken, which I don’t like but eat because it’s cheaper then red meat, has even gotten expensive. Must be all the drugs they are pumping into them. (Which by the way, is another rant) So we can barely afford meat, vegetables, fruits and grains (which you cannot find out of a health food store these days). People wonder why the American population is so obese. This is why. We have conditioned ourselves, along with corporate America, to accept it. Heart disease, cancers, cholesterol, unknown sickness, depression, debt (yes debt), some of these can be cured with a healthy diet and changing simple things, and yet we, as a society we won’t do it. We like the fast and easy. We like the government subsidies that are given to withhold parts of our crops instead of taking them to the farmers market.
I am sure some people are scratching their heads and some are saying that they don’t eat out. Great, that’s a good start. But what are you bringing into your home to eat? Package of ramen? Chips and soda? Bag of cookies? All of these things, which are cheaper then healthy foods (hello!) are just as bad. I would say plan your meals around the food pyramid, but when looking I noticed that the USDA had added fats, oils and sweets-when did they do that? When I was a kid it was real simple, grains, fruits, vegetables, meats/poultry and dairy. When the hell did sweets and oil become a daily necessity people? AAARRRGHHHHHH! So frustrating! I will leave at this since I am becoming more frustrated just thinking about it.
You are probably wondering what sort of hypocrite I am-I try really hard not to be- so I have taken it upon myself to make changes. I am growing my own garden, in a small apartment no less. I eat out less and less each month. I have not fully weaned myself away from all fast food, but my family and I are getting there. (We have a weight loss goal too!), also, we patronage farmers markets and look for inexpensive places to shop. Living in Hawaii, this is especially hard as everything is marked up twice the normal price but it can be done. So that’s it for now… After I calm down a little I will write more-see if I don’t.

MIdnight rant

2009-05-09T00:52:00.001-10:00

Midnight rant
Just common decent courtesy

Having been in the customer service industry for nearly 15 years now, I have seen many things. I thought I had seen everything thing though as I am learning on a daily basis this is not true. Let me give you an example. I am folding clothes today and as I reach for a pair of jeans I notice a smear across the leg of it. As I pull it closer I can see that the stain is food and from the pattern looks as if someone unfolded these jeans and used the leg for a napkin. This is only the first for the week. Let’s go to the second one. A lady is standing in front of the packaged t-shirts and takes a quick look around (suspicious activity?) before pulling out one of the shirts. She holds it up then stuffs it and the rest of the box back in the whole and picks up another package-same style, color, and size-and places that one in the basket-Hello! And my most favorite one for the week is the chevron clerk that came into my section. Now I am going to pause here for a minute and explain something. Having worked in a gas station is probably one of the most dirty customer service jobs that I can ever think of having had. Not only do you get to clean up after the all of the inconsiderate assholes that come in and just toss things willy-nilly, but you get to clean up after the considerate ones as well. Then, in between bouts of cleaning and handling money from only heaven knows where you then get to deal with the Wacko’s and creeps that come in. After having worked in this type of environment for many years it has taught me never to crap in anyone else’s place of business when I am visiting. It would just be bad karma. Now having said that lets get back to the chevron clerk. He comes in to my area and I happen to glance up as he stops at the table I am working at. He grabs a handful of shorts, bunches them up and then goes for the next pile. Not really looking, just messing. My ears are starting to ring. Next, he goes to another table and shifts the pile so he can spread out a few more pairs. At the third table, which I can feel my blood pressure has raised considerably, he does the bunching thing again. By the time this man gets to the fourth table I am considering the merits of a.) Going up to him and smacking him up the backside of his head (this thought gave me considerable pleasure I might add) or B.)Finding out which chevron he worked at and going and messing the hell out of it up while he watched. There was a third, but come on, I am not that into extremes…
It brought home the ever seething monster that lurks beneath the surface awaiting release. It was really rooting for option A!

I know I have a tendency to gripe about work but common people think about what you are doing when you’re out there. You don’t have to make a person’s job harder just because it’s their job.

Driving
I know I’m a fast driver. I have no problem admitting that. I don’t have a problem with people who drive the speed limit. It is good of them to do so. I don’t even have a problem with them driving in the left lanes, so long as they get out of the way when I’m trying to pass-most do. The problem I have is those people that neither get out of the way and or driver below the speed limit. Here’s why. I am driving a stretch of Farrington hwy with a speed limit of 55 max and 45 min. I am-not so slowly-making my way through traffic on my way to work when I come upon a traffic jam. The speed limit guy is doing the right courteous thing and staying in the right hand land. The stupid, going to drive 35 miles an hour until it looks like someone wants to pass old fart is taking over the left lane. When he notices that fender of the other car edging up to go buy, this person takes his foot off of the break and accelerates not to the speed limit-no that would be too nice-no he goes just fast enough that he catches up to the other car in the other lane and then holds it there for a few miles. He does this continuously, creating a stop and go pattern that is slowly causing traffic to back up behind him. And I am sure at some point when cars finally do go around him he/she cannot understand why they are receiving hand gestures from the other participants on the road. It is at these times that I understand people with road rage, as I have considered (not seriously…well mostly not seriously) nudging them out of the way with my bumper or even passing on the left, where there is no road.

Long posts

2009-05-08T01:36:00.001-10:00

I couldn't help myself with 3WT this week. So, sorry for all the sore eyes everyone as you read my very long post. I hope you enjoy.
OJM

3WT-Lessons and Ambivalence

2009-05-08T01:33:00.003-10:00

Lessons

“They are an isangelous race, young Orion.” Nibbens paced the length of the study he’d been given to instruct the young lady. Glancing at her, he had to admit there was something about her, something that called to people. Even Nibbens, the most cynicocratical of men saw possibility when in her presence. The ones most captivated by her seemed to be the volgivagant of their race, the ones most in need of hope and change. Still, she was but a normal child and in need of her lessons for the upcoming comity.
“Isangelous-meaning like the angels of old?” Puckered brow, Orion sat on an ottoman for her lesson.
“Exactly, though one cannot be precisely certain of those facts as most records were destroyed in the great fire.” Here Nibbens paused to raise hand to brow as their people did when such an event was referred to. “It has been noted young Orion that the Andivians have from time to time been known to visit other planets at the time of a major change. When such a change has occurred, apanthropinization occurs.” Nibbens waited, stroking his chin as Orion’s perspicacious mind drew patterns and made connections. She was definitely a bright one.
Just as Orion was about to respond there was a fracas of sternutation coming from the hallway. Looking to one another, they both arose simultaneously to go see who or what was causing all the commotion. In the hallway they encountered the ever ebullient gardener, Jackson. Jackson was unfortunate in his choice of professions because of his hitonious allergies, of which there was yet a cure to be found. At one point Orion’s father had offered him the chance to become a numismatics officer in his employ, but to his everlasting frustration, Jackson had refused saying that it was ineluctable his being in the gardens and that he was needed out in the fields. Orion suspected he just wanted a quiet place away from the main house to play his zither.
“Jackson, my good man, what brings you into this everlasting miasma of hallways?” Orion had always loved listening to Jackson speak, as he had one of the most mellifluous of voices of any she had ever heard.
“Miss Orion pleased to see you miss. Your father wanted me to tell him when I saw the bacchante approach. He wanted to know if she was traveling with a paucity of travelers or with a larger group this time. Fortunately she is with a smaller group. I am sorry if I interrupted, Sir Nibbens, lately when I come inside it seems as if I get the most opprobrious attacks.” Jackson looked shamed by the admission and ducked his head.
“No worries Jackson, Nibbens –Ah Sir Nibbens was just instructing me on the Andivians. It was getting quite teterrimous to tell you the truth. All the nice bright clean air and here I am stuck inside. I envy you your position. Perhaps you will allow us to escort you to my fathers study?” Orion peaked mischievously beneath her lashes at the two men. It was widely known that Orion, while loving the outdoors, was an incurable assimilator. She gathered knowledge like the paladins of old gathered noble causes. Neither man was nescience, if she wanted to go with Jackson to her fathers’ study it was so she could learn something new. It wasn’t often that the bacchante visited.
“Since I know you will not focus until you have learned what it is that you want I suggest that you escort Jackson to your father. It was about time to call a break anyways. I am feeling a sublunary space beginning to grow behind my navel and will take myself off to repair it. Miss Orion, I expect to see you back here no later then half past the hour, Jackson, good day to you. It was nice to see you again” With that Sir Nibbens rotated around in the general direction of the kitchens in search of something jussulent and Jackson and Orion headed to her father.

Ambivalence

If it hadn’t been for the propinquity of the two rooms and the hallway William would not have heard the susurrus of their approaching feet as it whispered across the carpet. He had been lurking in the alcove in the hopes of overhearing some important news about the upcoming comity. As it was, he had learned little and what he had learned was not worth mentioning.
He and his sire had gone to great prolix to obtain passage on the ship. If he had been even more intransigent he could have sabotaged the entire plan. He must get a better hold on his resentment or he would blow the whole thing.
Looking at Orion as she walked away with the gardener, he could not help but to feel an invidious hatred of the girl. She would be one of the first to fall. His uncle did not know it, but William had a quondam partner waiting in the shadows should things not go the way they had planned. If his uncle hadn’t been such a zoilist, he might see how specious the girl was. It wouldn’t be long before the antediluvian old man was gone as well. He would have to use every bit of casuistry to see it done. He didn’t want to jibber around anymore. He already felt like he was on queachy ground and he had been here too long as it was. As for the anopisthograph, there had been no sign of it anywhere.

Greetings

2009-05-07T11:20:00.002-10:00

I know I have been away from my computer and blog for a while. I have gotten a bad case of the PollyAnna's (the dark, evil person who is my alter ego decided she was going to take a vacation without letting me know) and as such I have not had anything to gripe about. Even though there have been numerous things that would normally tick me off I have not felt the need to do so. Well, I can say I am ramping up and soon I will have one heck of a rant (I hope). Goddess save me from the PollyAnna phase. She is too nice and chipper for me. So off I go to harness my inner meanie. Hopefully she will be back tonight.

Wordzzle 61

2009-05-02T00:55:00.000-10:00

Seriously though, here is my post for this weeks Wordzzle. It took a lot longer than the 5 seconds it took to kill the mongoose ;) and I used all the words this time. Hope y’all enjoy

“It’s a good thing this place looks like a bordello, what with everyone having a touch of spring fever!” Norman quipped. He looked around the old dusty place before turning to the rest of his crew.
The club was supposed to be a new start for them all. They wanted something different than the old same-o same-o. When they opened they wanted to do something special. They wanted their translation of the place to spread outwards like the midnight ride of Paul Revere, touching everyone’s ears so that they would come to their establishment.
Because they were a club with community ties and wanted to help with the awareness of many projects, every month they would allow 2 nights where everything went to sponsor charity’s and committee events. They would call these events Star Struck, getting people who where in the public eye to donate their time to help the cause. They would auction off a first dance to help raise money. They had already booked two events ahead of schedule and needed to do some renovations. The first event was to save the mongoose. Local people were trying to pass a petition to have them exterminated and the other group wanted to find an alternative method of dealing with them. The other event was about global warming and they wanted to show that there was an alternative-hence the need for renovation as the club was to be the first step in showing that it was possible to run off of alternative energy sources. Since they needed a way to prove it was possible we agreed to do the renovations so that they would have all the data they need before presenting their case.
On the way to the club Donny had a flat tire, so that set him behind a bit. When he went to retrieve the jack from the trunk he realized he had loaned it to his friend and never got it back, which made him even later. This was only a problem as he was supposed to bring breakfast. When it arrived I was slightly disappointed because I love raspberry tarts, but because of the delay they had become stale and crunchy. It was not a way to start off a work morning. We all decided that we would work for a good couple of hours and then head over to the restaurant Cat’s Paw across the street. I hoped they would have pancakes and syrup this late in the day. A man could only be expected to do so much work before he became fragile with hunger.

Wordzzle 61-first attempt

2009-05-01T16:16:00.001-10:00

Hehe-just a quickie- I will write another after work

The cat’s paws were crunchy and good. I love raspberry tarts but I really looked forward to the pancakes and syrup. The theme for the party was the midnight ride of Paul Revere but this place looks like a bordello strait out of a vampire movie. It was a supposed to be charity event for global warming but we became star struck when Hugh Jackman walked in and a bad case of spring fever came up. After the event I got a flat tire-mongoose are not as fragile as they look- and while fixing it imagined the first dance of the night being with my one true love only in Vin Diesels body. Translation: I have too much time on my hands.

layout and 3 word thursay

2009-05-01T10:57:00.001-10:00

For now I have just organized all 3WT posts. Until I figure out how to work this bleeding blog the way I want this will have to suffice temporarily. So for all of you that wanted the rest of the story just click on the 3WT link on the right (or wherever it gets arranged at) and you will have access.
OJM

3WT...Change

2009-05-01T03:10:00.001-10:00

“You need not be intransigent William” The elder stood gazing out the window, his back turned to the youth. “You know as well as I that Orion is merely the distraction. Why you persist in your invidious ways is beyond me.”
“Sir, she is but a child, an annoying one at that. Why just the other day I swear she was poking fun at me. I caught her playing in the hall again. When I asked what she was about she said she “was watching the patterns form in the dust motes”. What am I to do with that? She is less than intelligent, if not for the fact that she was first born she wouldn’t be going near those” distaste twisted the young mans face “beings. One would think she was a paladin of old the way people treat her sometimes! And her! She is completely oblivious.” Smoldering, William glared at the elders back, annoyed yet again at the thought of that tedious child.
“In due time William, you will come to see that parts that we all will play. I bid you be patient and by all means keep your opinions to yourself! It will not due to offend her or her father. One careless word on your part and you could sabatoge the whole thing. Now be gone about your duties. I believe you are as yet unprepared for the trip.”

Yesterdays PAD

2009-05-01T02:46:00.001-10:00

Farewell
They never looked back
I don’t know if it was to avoid pain
But it left me quivering
They never gave a promise to see me later
Or gave a hug or handshake
There were no tears on their part
It was like any other day
They never said farewell
A burdensome word
The feeling heartbroken
They departed as though on a walk
Not a cloud lined the sky as a forewarning
They did not linger
I know, as I sat silently swaying in the wind
Whispers of light gracing me
I stood in the field and waved
My petal eventually drooping
But they never looked back

Not even a Rant

2009-04-30T00:18:00.000-10:00

I have no rant tonight as it was a great night. I must say that after a couple of nights of driving a car, it was nice to be back on the bus. And I will tell you why; when you ride the bus everyday there are people that get to know you and you them. You may or may not speak to one another but you remember faces. Sometimes like tonight you have to take a different bus (I got off work early and took an earlier bus) so I got to see a bunch of new people and speak with one. I actually spoke with her at the bus stop as we were waiting for the bus. She asked if it was ok if she smoked-The wind was blowing in the other direction so I didn’t mind. It was very considerate of her to ask. I wonder what she would have done had I said no? Hmmm, well, I will never know. Once we were on the bus our conversation ended as she sat in the first seat she came to while I started toward the back for another open one. I never made it to the seat because one of the gent’s who takes the bus I normally take was one this one. His name is Carmen. He is an ex-marine, and he, at first meeting, can be a little scary. He has the whole Jesus thing going for him. It’s not a bad thing, just not for me. Anyways he hailed from the back door where he was standing so I went and shook his hand and we started talking story. With all of his weirdness, I have to say that I really like him. He’s 60 years old and looks like an old 30 or young 40 year old. He’s really nice and very opinionated. He’s a talker for sure. He only requires the occasional nod. I only mention him because of all the homeless people I know, I would never in a million years describe him as homeless, mainly because he chooses to live the way that he does. He works, I have never seen him ask for a handout though many people give him things, and he’s reasonably clean. He just chooses to live in a tent on the beaches of Hawaii. I learn a lot in my conversations with him. Which brings me to the whole point of this particular blog- For those of you on the bus and even those that are not, take a moment one day and speak to someone you would normally avoid with a 10 foot pole. You will learn the most interesting and amazing things. It may not be good, but you will still learn.

I would also like to introduce my cat-as yet unnamed (scardy cat comes to mind) because she has been hiding for the past few days. I think we will be calling her Whisper as she is really quiet (if anyone has another word for Whisper that would be great) When we adopted her she was called storm-She’s all grey. But really loveable and sweet. She finally came out on her own today and wondered around. I was met at the door this evening and she commenced with a rub fest. Even my husband woke up to get in on the action. Then he went back to sleep and I came to write my blog and get some pics. She wasn’t cooperating much (typical cat) so I only have a couple of good one.
I will speak more tomorrow- or even Friday morning as I will be up late enjoying my geekness by going to the midnight showing of X-Men Origins. Can’t wait. I let you know if it was good.
OJM

Poem a day-April 29th

2009-04-29T23:43:00.000-10:00

Never Give Up…

Never give up hope
As it will last you through
The hard times, never say
You can’t, for there is always a way,
Never go to sleep mad
Resolve your problems before
Your head hits the pillow,
Never say hateful things,
They will come back to bite you,
Never be closed to new ideas,
You never know when it will come
In handy, Never leave a friend in need,
You will one day need them, Never forget
Your past, no matter how terrible it was,
For it will give you an idea on how
You want to live your future. Never be a burden
Always keep up after yourself, never give in
To the darkness, no matter how tempting,
Remember there is always hope,
It will never let you down, never believe you
Are alone, friends and family will always surround
You, when facing the darkest times now present
And ahead…
Never Give Up

PAD 26- April 26, 2009

2009-04-26T23:45:00.000-10:00

For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem involving miscommunication. It can be miscommunication between two people or misinterpretation of some sort. I will leave it up to you guys to deal with it however you want.

PAD 26- April 26, 2009

Miscommunication
Well since I’ve already been there today…

No tongue!
No tongue?
Yes, no tongue!
But it comes with tongue.
No, no no. Absolutely no tongue!
Then what am I to do with it?
With your tongue?
Yes, with the tongue!
You keep the tongue.
But the tongue goes in the soup!
The soup?
Yes the soup-what did you think I was talking about?

Not quite midnight rant

2009-04-26T23:16:00.001-10:00

Well what can I rant about tonight? I'm sure if I dig deep and hard enough I can find something. I'm sure I can. Just give me a few moments...
While we're waiting I have to share the news of a new addition to our home. She is 2 years and 8 months old. Her eyes are amber and her fur is gray. She is very beautiful, our new cat is. Now if she would just come out of hiding so that we could interact with her that would be great!Oh but for the need of patience. We will wait a couple of days and see. If she hasn't come out by then I'm going in after her. Should she win (inevitably) and I lose I bequeath all my worldly blogs to Quilly and Thom as they seem the two most likely to suffer (not really) through them.
Also joining our little family is a 14 year old blue Saturn station wagon. I never thought at the ahem advance age that I have gotten to that I would have had to learn how to drive again. But alas, my pretty blue car is a standard and since I haven't had any formal training on one I will need to learn. I can drive it understand, it's just them there hills and the backwards roll one encounters when starting from a stop that freaks me out. Sorry Thom, I have returned to the darker side, though I will still use the bus most of the time.
being driven allows me to think and ponder things like oh kissing...read my previous post.
All in all it is a fun little zippy car. I only stalled a couple of times, one of which was a purpose.
Now about that rant... I have a garden growing in my apartment-you know the usual assortment of tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, chili's and herbs and now apparently Mushrooms. I think Quilly will get the most out of this one as the soil we are using is Menehune soil. It works wonders with just one little side effect. Mushrooms. You would think they would have told you about them just springing up all over when selling the items to us. Quilly, come quickly your mushrooms are overrunning my garden. I told them to return to you but they just won't budge. Grrr!
ok-so it's not much of a rant but it's all I can come up with. Yee Gawds, I'm happy what am I supposed to do with that? I won't have anything to rant about...At least for the next 2 days...

The Kiss

2009-04-26T23:15:00.000-10:00

The basis of tonight’s blog was overhearing a conversation between two teenage boys. I shake my head just thinking of it and then wonder at what point did our society get to be this way? The conversation was, surprisingly about kissing. One teen was telling another teen that kissing was overrated and to just wait for marriage. My first response-which was vocalized-was “then you’re not doing it right!” the idea that kissing was overrated! Oh my Goddess! And then I thought about what he was saying. When was the last time you ever heard anyone discussing the romance of a kiss? When was the last time any of us had observed someone kissing without the intent to crawl down another’s throat or a prelude to sex? Had I ever-Yes! But it has been a very long time. Mostly I observe people sticking ones tongue down someone else’s throat. During my drive home I thought and thought about this and decided I had to write about it-The Kiss that is. If this offends anyone-not my intent of course-or you have a disagreement please let me know. I have only a female perspective, so all of you Gents out there that would like to add in please feel free to do so-the women too! Of course all comments are looked forward to and I cannot wait to see what you all think.

The Kiss
Kissing should not be something that one embarks upon as an after thought. It does not necessarily need tonsil hockey to occur-though it can. Kissing isn’t-contrary to popular belief, sucking the other persons face, nor is slobbering all over a person. When completed, one should not have to wipe their face, neck or other body part with a cloth to get dry. A first kiss, whether it is the very first kiss or the first kiss for an evening or just with someone new should not, I repeat not, start off with one’s tongue or teeth in another person’s mouth.
What a kiss should be is a form of communication. Kissing should be a prelude to something even better. No-not sex (though that is good too) but to that infinite something more. A person communicates with their hands. Tucking a strand of hair behind a person’s ear, placing your palm against their neck or cupping their face with both hands is a form of communication to the other party that you want their undivided attention. Eye contact usually conveys that you have something to share or say. A slight invasion of body space is always a good beginning. It gives intent, without going too far. As they say in the movie “While You Were Sleeping”, there should be leaning. Feeling another’s breath fan across your face can bring an exquisite sense of anticipation. Anticipation of the kiss can sometimes be better then the kiss itself, though not always :0).
There should be just the barest brush of ones lips across the brow, the cheekbone, and the sides of the mouth before the lips themselves briefly meet.
If all goes well then a second sliding of the lips can occur. Not so briefly. But no tongue.
A kiss should communicate attraction-definitely-but intent as well. There should be respect for one another as well. With a kiss, you can tell a person how much you like them, cherish them, wish them well, etc. It should be a promise for another kiss, a longer kiss and maybe something more.
Think about it this way, you do not grab a rose by the stem to smell it-you would get hurt from all those thorns. No, you would lean in and delicately handle it to bring it closer so that you can smell its sweet fragrance. And the only parts of your body touching would be your hands, and your face. Just as you would caress the petals of that rose so would you caress partners’ face-with gentleness and respect.

Ravens Nest Saturday Wordzzle 60

2009-04-25T00:28:00.002-10:00

20 seconds to get it together. There was no preparation for this event. It was not a spasmodic overture that tumbled out of the mouth. It was poetry, an art form even. One did not need papyrus for it. It was not as simple as a game of tic-tac-toe. Fighting off a polar bear might be just as difficult. Some have come to splurge, and for others it will be the bitter end. An antiquity lost and gained. When the parade passes by the stone wall up to the auction block I go. A glass of milk in one hand, a bill of lading in the other, I start the opening bid.

I don't think I am quite up to the challenge this week. Too many birthdays and events. Still. I hope you all enjoy.

Not really a rant

2009-04-24T01:27:00.000-10:00

Ok-so the last couple of days have been good. I get up in the morning and immediately turn on the pc to get to my blog. I enjoy seeing who left a comment and who posted something new so that I would have something to comment on. As I was doing this the other morning I realized that this was not the only time I came to my blog during the day. I have found a new addiction-albeit a great one-but still an addiction. So I decided to see if I could leave it for a day or so. Just to see.
Here is how it went. I didn't turn on my computer at all the first day. I went car shopping and then to the library where I logged onto the computer to look for more cars and mysteriously found myself at my blog. HHee
Today, I had to turn on my computer to print out a flyer for my kid and again found myself at my blog. I really don't remember how I got there but there I was. I forced myself to turn it off-computer and all and go do something else. I flipped through the pages of a book and thought instead about all of the delightful things that I could write about in my blog tonight. There were many:
Last nights bus ride and my little chat with "Carmen" A really cool homeless guy that chooses to be homeless. He gathers cans and bottles and recycles. I have never had him ask me or seen him ask anyone else for a hand out. For that alone I like him. He has chosen to live his life this way.
The bus driver who always looks mad is actually pretty nice. I ventured up to the front of the bus and asked a question and got a response. Boy was she talkative. And surprisingly very nice too.
I had the Doctor say "Opps" while in the middle of a minor surgery-I cannot remember if that's a good thing or not...;0)
Two people have come up to me with something to say-have said that they had something to say and then that they forgot what it was and walked away. I am still contemplating retaliation so-I get back to yall on that.
I ran into an acquaintance who went on to tell me everything about his horrid marriage and cheating wife and then his friends wife who is also cheating because said friend is a *&^(... well you get my drift. I couldn't move because he sat down next to me and I was trapped in. However the conversation soon changed much to my delight. And this is were my day got slightly morbidly funny. We got on the subject of forensics ( I hobby I would love to participate in someday) and I was telling him about the body farm in Tennessee. He had never heard about it so I was telling him about how people donate their bodies to this new science so that this man can investigate the how what and why's of death. At one point I noticed my acquaintances roommate listening in on the conversation and me being me just couldn't resist. The conversation goes something like this :"So these people donate their bodies and this man does things to them like bury them in different ways or stabs them or what have you." Eric ( the acquaintance)is nodding his head listening and the roommate is leaning his head in as well. "Yeah, it's pretty cool but I don't think they will have the guts to do it again" (the cadavers that is) which started Eric and I bandying about different phrases such as "I see dead people",
They are a dead riot" "they're a stiff bunch" etc... I know his roommate will now be sleeping with one eye open for awhile.
Did I mention I was grossly morbid?

3WT-Yes I know I'm late

2009-04-24T01:18:00.001-10:00

“Andivians; once walked the earth…” Hmmm. Orion looked up from the screen. How was it possible? Could the information be incorrect? Getting up she crossed the small library to collect other historical sources, including the bible. That little snippet had not been found in any other text she was sure of it. So why was this ringing bells?
She had closeted herself in the library upon learning that she was going to the comity. Why they didn’t just call it a summit she would never know, nor care. Sitting back in the middle of the carpet with all of the books she needed surrounded her she carefully delved into the texts looking for some cross references. Here is what she found:

From the William Whiston (A New Theory of the Earth 1696) and Henry Morris (The Genesis Flood 1961)
People lived much longer than people today, typically between 700-950 years, as reported in the genealogies of Genesis;The Earth contained many more people than the Earth contained in 1696. Whiston calculated that as many as 500 million humans may have been born in the antediluvian period, based on assumptions about lifespans and fertility rates;There were no clouds or rain. Instead, the Earth was watered by mists which rose from the Earth. (Another interpretation is that the Earth was covered completely by a global cloud layer; the upper waters mentioned in the Creation. This is commonly called the Canopy theory).
William Whiston (A New Theory of the Earth 1696) and Henry Morris (The Genesis Flood 1961) "Antediluvian" is the oldest Vampire in the German story of "Wolfgang Hohlbeins Schattenchronik."

Plato (429-347 B.C.E.)the story of atlantis.

The one last book that she looked into was an ancient source. No longer considered a religion but a history book, the Holy Bible had many interesting stories in it. The one she read was about Noah and the flood waters. It spoke about the length of years that he lived and the children of women and the son’s of God. “Not possible-not freaking possible” Getting up and pacing to the window Orion stopped in a slant of light and try to come to terms with her studies for the day. She watched as the dust motes dances in the air. So much information, how to tell what was fact and which was the truth man had built to appease themselves. It was ineluctable that there was a history with the Andivians and earth. The question was whether or not it was a good history or not.
Slowly reaching her hand through the dust motes Orion swirled them around so she could gaze at the patterns. Well, she could not stay in the library any longer. Her time with the tutor was drawing near and as much as she wanted to continue to gaze at the patterns in the dust motes she knew that if she was late Nibbens would prolix something fierce about it most of the afternoon.

Midnight munchies and Karma's little joke

2009-04-20T23:41:00.000-10:00

So tonight is not really a rant-more of praise (or thank you) to whatever karmic energy saw the need to appease my extreme case of midnight munchies.
My day was good, work went well and the bus system was pretty much on time. Woohoo!
So back to my case of the munchies.
Every now and again I get an extreme case of the munchies. Sometimes it will go away right away and other times-like now- I can eat all day and still be hungry. The cool thing about munchie day is that I don't gain a single solitary ounce. I thought that I was over it, as I have had the munchies almost every day for the past week, but this is not to be so. It has come to my attention or realization that munchies may only go away when you have munched what it is you are craving. Most of the times this is true but not always.
You see, Monday it was burritos. Tuesday it was hamburgers-from Wendy’s. Yesterday was the slurpee (that one didn’t go away so guess what! I’m having one tonight.) Tonight, Jack in the boxes double bacon cheeseburger with a sesame seed bun, curly fries-with Arby sauce (yeah I know so don’t go there!) and a milk shake sounded really good. Unfortunately the only Jack in the box closest to me is in Kapolei-which, you know isn’t a problem as I had gotten off of work which is in Kapolei. No, no. The problem is foresight. I didn’t know that was what I wanted until I was in Nanakuli, a sever distance away since I was on the bus.
So we get back to the 7-11 issue. And the Bus. We all know what happened yesterday with the bus but I decided that with every thought of the greasy, cholesterol inducing mini coma on my mind causing sever salivatory drool to start pooling I had better get something! So off the bus I go into Slurpee heaven I went. I was willing to wait an extra 40 minutes for the bus. By the soda case I went where I got not one but two strawberry crushes. I grabbed an almond Hershey from the shelf. I placed those on the counter while I went to scope out what else might appease my munchie monster. A bag of Doritos and a five layer dip. A bean and beef burrito and last but not least a Slurpee. To the counter I went with much joy in my heart. The drool was pooling at the thought of the chips and dip. I got to the counter and paid and just as my hand was on the door to leave the bus pulls up. I ran across the lot and into the bus (praying the driver wouldn’t make me toss the slurpee as is her right-she didn’t) and up the hill I went. Once ensconced in my apartment, with everyone checked on I stashed my hoard in the fridge with the exception of the slurpee, the chips and the dip. I sat down, booted my computer, slurped a little and opened the bag of chips. Now for the dip.
I CAN’T GET THE DAMN PIECE OF PLASTIC OFF TO OPEN IT UP AND ENJOY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

PAD-April 20th

2009-04-20T10:45:00.000-10:00

Rebirth

Here I stand at the foot of the waves
To stay or to go is my ordeal for the day
To stand in the light brings burning pain
To the comfort of the dark I do sway
The blissful strains of a person singing
Amazing grace brings me joy
And towards the light I do turn
At my back the darkness beckons,
Wrapping me in its silken comfort
It is home, one I most enjoy
Though the light is blooming and beckoning away
The darkness whispers of the comforts of home
It will wait for another day
Wait for when I return
The day may be tomorrow or later today
But for now I go with the light

Just a little look...

2009-04-19T23:45:00.000-10:00

I was going to put this under evening rant but it's more funny and as I am still chuckling-nay laughing out loud about it it cannot really be called a rant.
Also-it has a little karma in it too.
For those of you who don't know me other then this little blog let me give you one-or more words that will describe myself to you. Warped sense of humor, scary.
Keep these in mind.

As I said in a previous rant I fold clothes for a living. And tonight I was really folding clothes. This particular table I was working at was really bad and needed a lot of clothes moved off before fixing it could commence. Two tables over was my co-worker busily going away at her table. Completely intent on what she was doing. As was I.
As I moved a pile of rash guards out of the way I came across a purple, tarantula shaped squishy toy. I said loudly ow wow Look what I found. My co-worker heard me but continued doing what she was doing so I grabbed it up and took it over to her
and again said "check out what I found" quite exuberantly so she had to look.
I didn't get the scream I was working for but she did jump at least a foot away from me and clutched her chest before she realized what I was holding.
At this time I am laughing so hard that the beating in my arm and back did not register (She wasn't hitting me that hard).
She laughed. It was a nice tension breaker and we got back to our work while still laughing about it.
Later as we were finishing I was gathering up the carts in my area and ran over the tips of my toes with them as I was putting them together. This made my co-worker smirk and respond "that's what you get!"
Yeah well, I still got a good laugh.

Evening Rant-or not so really

2009-04-19T23:20:00.000-10:00

Must have Slurpee-got lemonade instead
I really wanted a slurpee, it would have been a nice alternative to having a coldbuster from Jamba Juice. And since Jamba was closed I really really looked forward to that slurpee.
I got on the C-country express knowing that it did not go up the hill, (Knowing that it was the last one.) Anticipating that I could get off-run across the street, go into the heavenly store that sells such treats (called 7-11) Stand for a moment deciding which flavor and then getting it, as well as a nice piece of graham covered chocolate and getting out to the bus stop by the curb with a couple of minutes to spare to suck on my slurpee before the 40 ambled up the hill. Yes siree that was the plan. We all know how plans go.
I won’t tell you why I got off of the C-lets just leave it at RAOK and call it a day. By getting off of the C I knew it would be awhile before another bus came and wouldn’t you know it one did (a little over 1 hour after the last one did) and it wasn’t just any bus oh no it was not the 40 which would have allowed me to make the mad dash to the slurpee heaven. NO NO NO –It was instead that majestic 40A-that phantom bus that at no other time on a Sunday can you catch a glimpse of.
I am sure by now that those of you who don’t know the bus system are scratching your heads wondering what the problem is-after all it is the 40 and it goes up the hill. Well people let me tell you what the difference is. Both 40’s will run the same route-just in a different order. Whereas the 40 will go down the road and double back before going up the hill that little “A” goes up the hill first, sliding(sometimes roaring) right past the bus stop and slurpee heaven before it turns around to go further up the road.
So knowing that I was on this phantom bus I was praying-yes praying-for the driver to stop and make a mad dash into the restroom or to take a fiver which would allow me to get the aforementioned slurpee-No dice. If it hadn’t of been for ole’ jack reclaiming his bike from the rack I don’t think we would have even slowed down.
So here I now sit, sucking on some very Sour lemonade and eating a bit of Hershey’s extra dark chocolate (which is oddly satisfying all things considered) making plans-yes plans-for tomorrows slurpee brigade.

Week 59 Wordzzle challenge

2009-04-19T00:56:00.001-10:00

Sometimes when I am in a certain mood I should not write, but since I couldn’t resist (the words made me do it and wouldn’t allow anything else) I’ll go ahead anyways…

I had gone into the income tax office with a bowl of spicy chicken noodle soup for my accountant Irvine, who was feeling under the weather. I had met Irvine at an art festival years ago and he had been my accountant ever since. It was the end of tax season and Irvine was wound up so tight that you could hear the tendons creak when he turned his head at my entry. One would think that the jump rope he had by his desk would allow him some relief-but the man never used it. Perhaps we could change that…
It was at this time every year that I planned my visits. It was during this time of year, almost like at Halloween, when I left being a paragon of virtue at home and became a different person…
To alleviate some of the tension I used our old greeting “Hello mynheer”
As expected he responded back “I see you’ve come to give me sustenance wench!” We grinned at the old joke. I placed the tureen of soup in front of him and sat back in the chair facing the desk as he lifted the lid.
My skirt had slid up just a little bit as I sat-It was an already short skirt and I saw that he looked. I was focusing on the new picture of the wall behind his head as I slowly crossed my legs. I heard a sigh just as I lifted my left leg to cross over my right. “It is a lovely picture, Irvine. I had no idea you liked such things…”
“Well, I saw it and thought it would be a nice complement to the office.” His eyes remained on the hem of the skirt-wondering if it would go just a little higher.
“The-blush of the fruit is so tantalizing don’t you think?” Studying the picture a little closer, I knew eventually I would have to get up for a closer look, but in a little bit perhaps.
“Yes. Tantalizing. I never thought a flowering plum tree could be so tantalizing. Erotic even. “
“Yes, erotic. Like the taste of a fine organic tea that you swill around with your tongue.” I heard a gulp as I continued to stare at the painting.
On the prefix of needing to stretch I raised my arms above my head and pushed out my chest, swaying side to side. The sound of the spoon dropping made me turn to Irvine. “All done?” I asked innocently.
“No, just a little slippery is all. Why don’t you go ahead and take a closer look?”
“Really? I can get closer?” I tugged on the diamond earrings in my ear as I considered. Closer might be pulling on the tigers tail a bit much but I really needed a closer look. I could feel the anticipation building as I slowly stood up. I stretched again and considered the Dutch treat I was about to receive. I grabbed the jump rope on the way, slowly winding it around my wrists and sliding it through my hands, caressing it as I gamboled toward the desk. It was like at last weeks book club, when the bats in the belfry escaped and sent everyone’s heart pounding. I let the anticipation build, letting an errant though stray past. I wondered if this was what it felt like when the cow jumped over the moon.

Poem a Day-April 18th

2009-04-17T09:37:00.000-10:00

All I want is something indescribable

It is not tangible,
Nor is it intangible,
A thought or deed
Maybe
Then again perhaps not
It provokes happiness but more than that
And less
I cannot describe
This feeling of mine
When I try for words
To bring it about
I come to a loss
It is there
Elusive
Just out of reach
I have come close to it
Only to have it wander away
Vigilance is necessary
But that is not right either
It is everything and nothing
all at the same time
It is what is striven for
That thing that has been lost
I think I had it as a child
Though I cannot be sure
The thought of it is a pounding, beating source of pain
Waiting to erupt
Or just burn in flame
I cannot describe what this soul of mine
Would have me reach out for and grasp
I only know that it is there
This indescribable thing that I want

Midnight Rant with peanut M&M's and Dr. Pepper

2009-04-16T23:43:00.001-10:00

I know it's late for some, but since I am awake I thought I would take a moment to rant and maybe share if I'm in the mood afterward. BTW I am listening to "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who.
I work in the evenings folding clothing that customers have rifled through during the day. I am paid quite well to fold these clothes. And generally I don't have a problem with it. The problem is when after spending an hour or more folding and sizing a section some person or family of persons will descend upon this section as if thrown into a frenzy. Now I understand that somethings will be unfolded and again that is ok. But what type of idiot do you have to be to dig through a pile of shirts that are clearly all the same and by the same I mean the same size, the same picture even the same fold lines so all of this can be seen, so that rifling does not need to occur?
And people, Please hold onto your children when in the store. If you allow them to take a sample make sure that you know where it goes-which is not in the clothing, on a shelf with other products or in the middle of the floor. You wouldn't (at least I am hoping you wouldn't) allow this behavior at home or even at school, why will you allow it in a store. I am always amazed at how much crap I find stuffed between the clothing. Trash cans are all around the store-use them.
Another thing in regards to children. Screaming for any purpose other than danger inside an enclosed building that echoes is just asking for trouble. I have excellent hearing which I want to keep in my dotage thank you very much. One thing you should keep in mind in regards to your child(ren)'s misbehavior while they are in the store-By the time they come streaking through our isles screaming at the top of their lungs or above a reasonable decibel we (store employees) have had to live through this a few dozen times and have become slightly unhinged and we cannot be blamed or held responsible for any actions taken to keep our remaining bits of insanity (yes insanity)up to and including screaming back at your kid and quite possibly you. How embarrassing would it be to be taken to task in front of your kids as if you were a child yourself so-KEEP YOUR KIDS IN CHECK!
And if you all are wondering, the reason you can never find a sales person on the floor is because we all have to take a break to keep from doing some of the things mentioned above. Accept that we leave the area so that we can keep from becoming completely unhinged. Sometimes a little stroll is all it takes to bring perspective and calm back to us. Don't abuse us for taking a moment-It's for your best interests, trust me. And one last thing-unless the clerk is a complete moron (yes there are some) don't speak down to us or treat us like trash. We work to pay our bills or to help us get through school. Some people don't have to do this-which is obvious when they speak (no people skills) but for those of us that do, well, treat us with the respect that you would give your peers and it will be returned. If you don't you might be that customer in the movie "Waiting"-you know the one.
At this point in my rant I am finishing out "Hold On" by Wilson Philips and heading into "I'm Moving On" by Rascal Flats-This seems like a good time depart from my rant. My blood pressure has finally gone down-Yeah! It's been high all week.
At this point I would like to formally Introduce Anderson. He's the fearless white tiger on the front of my blog-courageously standing in from of our Venus Fly Trap.
Anderson is from Las Vegas, NV. He was my mascot for the trip.He is a bit shy as it has taken me since last August to obtain his name but he finally told it to me last month. Since we hope only to have a couple more years on this island Anderson has requested to go exploring. He is after all a Mascot. So we will begin our journey and keep everyone posted.
Hope you all have a great evening. And thanks for all of the comments. It gives me warm fuzzies to read them. It's always nice to know someone likes my work.
OJM

Poem a day

2009-04-16T11:32:00.000-10:00

I cannot describe
This feeling of mine
As I look in a haze upon its face
Colors that are jettisoning through space
Streaks of silver blue and gold cannot compare
To the wondrous luster I do behold
It beckons and shines
Calling my name
I can never behold
The grace it would take to uphold
Swirling wringing spinning fast
I cannot catch my breath
Its color spread before me
The deepest darkest
Hue
My eyes they don’t see
No they cannot comprehend
The blending of the brightest yellow
Pouring darkest red
Let me introduce you to
Beautiful
Orange

Three Word Thursday

2009-04-16T00:28:00.001-10:00

Pre-meeting

“I cannot. I will not go! You can not make me!”
“Aren’t you a little too old to be throwing tantrums?” was the mild reply, though he never looked up from the paper he was marking all over.
“No, I think that something of this magnitude demands that a tantrum be thrown. You are forcing me into this comity but you never asked if I would or could do this. It is not you telling me to go to my room or sending me off to camp or doing community service with the exiled prisoners.” A pause as she gathered her thoughts to make a more sensible argument “I have no reason to be there. I have no knowledge of the Andivians or their wants or needs. At best I will be an embarrassment and at worst I will insult some official because I did/did not belch at the precise moment I was supposed to.”
“That is why you will be schooled for the next week until you are to attend the ceremony. It is part of the comity for this race that the first born are in attendance so that should the elder parish; the knowledge is retained by one of their line.” A frown marred his features as he thought about all of things that were going into this ceremony and what still needed to be done. “There will be no more arguments. You are to go and that will be final.”

“Why must this ceremony take place in such…sublunary conditions? Why can we not just have it on the planet?” The young Andivian glared out the control tower of the space station.
“It is the only way that the earthlings will meet with us, young Anuvian. They do not trust us enough to come to our planet and we do not trust them to go to theirs. Doing so would make them vulnerable to us and vise versa. As it does not make us vulnerable to be here, it made the most sense to have the ceremony here.” The speaker swayed as if to some music but there was none here.
“They are such an archaic race. I have never seen a…”Here the young Andivian paused, trying to articulate what would be simpler in mind thought, but harder in mouth speech. “species so capable of greatness yet so bent on destruction.” The Andivian watched as the Elder swayed to and fro, waiting with the infinite patience of their kind for a response. Since the Earthlings had yet to evolve enough for mind speech the Andivians had to work on the vocal speech. It was hard work when one was unused to it. It was also very limiting.
“Calm yourself Anuvian, I know the mouth speech is difficult, in truth I find it tiresome as well but if we are to have an alliance with these earthlings we will need to make concessions that we would not normally” A glint appeared in the eye of the elder as he used mouth speech to finish “And they are not as un-evolved as you would think. Their species is diverging and as such they will see a new race emerge-if they don’t kill each other first. That is the other reason we are here. We need to guide them to that next step. One thing that you must keep in mind young Anuvian, this is a specious group that we will be dealing with at the ceremony. Listen not only with your ears when they speak.”

An Aside...

2009-04-15T14:07:00.001-10:00

I was having a hard time today with the poem. The words just weren't there. I decided to que some music and realized that I had not listen to Leann Rhimes version of Amazing Grace in awhile. So into youtube I went. after listening to Rhimes version I came across this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbufA_WgIvE&feature=related
its called cactus cuties sing...
well you'll hear if you listen.
It was at this point that the words started to pour in. Since I have to go get ready for work I had to stop my self from writing more. So I guess my point is this: for all of you out there having a little difficulty no matter what it is, take a little time and just listen (or smell the roses) and it may work wonders for you.
OJM

Poem a day- April 15th

2009-04-15T14:00:00.000-10:00

A Scream Within a Dream

It was not a war –
With bombs and shell blasts,
It was not a man.
We could not blame it on the women,
Whose children hovered near her breast.
It was not screaming, raging, grinding pain-there wasn’t any.

It just ended,
It just ended.

We couldn’t hear,
We couldn’t see.
We could feel the echo,
Like a sonic boom.
It felt like acid rain.
They lined the ramparts,
All of them staring down.

And then it ended,
It just ended.

It vibrated the windows,
It shattered the bulbs.
Bones are still vibrating,
Like they do in winter’s smog.
They stood dead central,
Gathered in the center.
Raggedy and torn
Bruised and battered.

And then she screamed
Then she screamed
It hurt all who heard it
And sent chills all around

Then it ended.
It just ended.

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Depths of Conscience

2009-04-15T12:56:00.000-10:00

Since I am doing the poetry thing, I thought I would post one of my earlier pieces, just for comparison to see how far I have come-or not ;)

Depths of Conscience
In the black lanes of my mind
I see a shadow crossing time
It is to direct to my pedestal
To retrace the place on which I stray
A guide on this wintry day
A roller coaster I must venture to see
This place that millions wish to enter
An energy so pure once sought
Whence I remember I do wonder
How I became to be befuddled
I see at once where I once stood
The choice I made that led me away
So small I hadn't even noticed

Site Modification

2009-04-14T12:11:00.001-10:00

Please excuse me as I play with my blog background. Being new to this I will be tweaking until I find something that is asthetically pleasing to me. Any feedback will be, as always, taken into consideration.
OJM

Poem a day April 14th

2009-04-14T11:17:00.000-10:00

No other feeling
There is no other feeling like it on earth unless you count
A churning stomach after eating too much spaghetti,
The excitement of a high speed car chase,
The aftermath of an earthquake might come close
Or a sonic boom that occurs after a nuclear bomb explodes,
You might feel it after a long hard workout, the ache the only seems to go away with time,
It occurs in all seasons of life,
Sometimes without a warning, sometimes with,
It can be like walking on cartons of eggshells and performing the best of acrobatic feats,
At times it will feel like falling off a cliff,
Where you cannot see the water,
Or feel the wind catch you,
It’s like diving without a parachute or a full tank of oxygen,
Both of which will leave you gasping for breath,
It is the darkest song you have ever heard,
Until,
You realize what an amazing grace love can be.

A million pieces
The earth can fracture into a million pieces,
Become dust floating through an endless space,
Becoming the minutest particle a scientist has ever seen,
And it will still be there. So long as that particle exists.
You can soar with the eagle as it drops thru the sky,
Raft along the raging Colorado only to plummet from the falls below,
The steepest roller coaster ride cannot compare,
To the dip of my heart when you are near,
The endless winding road at night,
The broad spectrum of stars that blanket the sky at dark-
The spinning of a planet will not do it justice,
The burning of the sierras cannot compare to it,
The deepest darkest whole in earth cannot imagine it,
To the joy that I feel now that you are gone.

chores

2009-04-14T09:41:00.000-10:00

I'm supposed to be doing laundry-I really don't wanna.
I'm supposed to be picking up-I don't think I'm gonna.
I'm supposed to do dishes-You'll bet I'll get to that, though it would be really nice if someone else would do it!

A better post...

2009-04-13T23:13:00.000-10:00

I did this previously and didn’t like what I wrote. So I will try it again to see if I get a better vote. I strenuously labored over my computer and keyboard, considered plugging in my iPod to listen to some tunes as I wrote and then decided nah, to much work. As I sat underneath the whirling ceiling fan I thought about where my iPod was and decided that it would be easier to catch a bumble bee hovering over a dandelion. But then I thought about that and into mine head did hatch the image of me-that is I- standing outside in a field of flowers-mostly dandelion, cause well, you know it just goes-and performing various acrobatic moves-not because I am an acrobat-no indeed not- and not because I was capturing previously stated bumblebee, no no, that is not the reason. No-the reason for the acrobatics would be because, at the time in which I decided to chase after the bumble bee with intent to catch him- though quite frankly I don’t know why something so pretty would be a he- his buddies decided that they were not going to go through another season of being chased and thus then decided to bombard me with their pointy little stingers wiggling away happily-though I cannot confirm that they were wiggling at this point because the moment that my brain and eyes interpreted the swarm of bees coming my way I decided to run all out as if my life depended on it in the other direction.
Sadly, this was not the end of this particular image-Oh no, indeed not. After the running for my life segment was over, I then flashed to another image. I am sitting in the doctors office with many red spots all over me from the many stingers that the doctor pulled out with his little doctor scissors, all the while he has to keep taking breaks because he is laughing so hard that he cannot hold his hand still long enough to pull out the stingers and stickers from the bush that I fell into trying to avoid the bees. The doctor, after continuously laughing at my expense, sent me off with a prescription and suggested that perhaps next time I wanted to try catching something that I should use something fancier than a plastic bowl. He then went on the explain-jokingly I hope- that perhaps the bees were offended by my taste and may have decided to come along quietly had I-that is me- had an alabaster vase from centuries gone by. At which point my daydream had a day dream of breaking said vase-which belongs to the doctor-against his chartreuse colored walls. At which point I was wondering if I should be making this doctor gay.
Be as that may, I went back to the original daydream and figured that it was time to go to the grocery store to pick up my prescription along with a few other items suggested by the laughing doctor. Did you know that there are at least half a dozen ointments that a person can buy to rub all over their bodies for various reasons? You almost need an interpreter for those so you don’t end up buying one that won’t work for your particular itch (though for future reference, benadryl works just as well for bee stings as well as poison ivy). At this point I have now encountered the Pharmacist. This pharmacist does need an interpreter as the only thing he seems capable of speaking about coherently is a relative of some sort (though it may be a dog unless that is really the name of the person the pharmacist is speaking about) who just became a doctor-though I am not sure if optometrist can be called that can they? Today everyone keeps laughing at me when they hear what happens, the pharmacist he was standing on a cube of some sort and fell off because he was laughing so hard- at which point I got to laugh (though that hurt too).
At this point I have decided that it would just be easier (and less dangerous) to get up and get my stupid iPod from my back pack and plug it in. Here’s to my music.

Returns

2009-04-13T22:21:00.000-10:00

I went to the store today to return a book-they wouldn't let me.
I went to the store today to return a book that the sales lady said would be helpful. It wasn't.
I went to the store today to return a book-they just wouldn't take it back, do an exchange or even let me keep it and give me my money back.
I went to the store today to return the stinkin no good book back-and left instead with a bottle of tea tree oil.

Wordzzle 58

2009-04-12T11:50:00.001-10:00

Raven’s Wordzzle Challenge 58

We can only wonder at how, in the midst of the day, Henry put on his chartreuse pants (albeit strenuously, as they were really tight) cued his iPod in his computer (which background was set to a bumblebee hovering over a dandelion) to endlessly repeat Queen’s greatest hits, and perform various acrobatic maneuvers that landed him tangled up in the poison ivy which led to it getting caught in his ceiling fan whirling erratically in the alabaster ceiling and hanging himself. Of his many careers- working at a grocery store, being an interpreter and lastly working as an optometrist-no one knew of his desire to be an acrobat. Perhaps, if Henry had been a little more of a visionary, he would have used his scissors to trim down the poison ivy growing rampant along his wall and sliding glass door. Though one mystery remains-What was the cube doing standing in the floor by the sliding glass door?