Quote of the day

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."

-George Eliot.

 

A man who is really a woman, who never was a man but uses a traditional male pen name.



Fascinating.

A new post. A new me.

I used to write.
I used to really enjoy it too.
Now look.
It has been over a year since I even set eyes on this blog.

To a fresh start! Sorta...

I have no excuse really. I can't say that I am a full time student and I am always writing papers and reading textbooks. Heck, I couldn't really use that as an excuse when I was in college. Who am I kidding? I never read textbooks.

Why am I so lazy?

I work full time though. Is that an excuse? I am only 22 and I am tired. I am worried for my future children. If I am tired now, what is going to happen in 5 years?!? Being one of those grown up things... its hard.

To never growing up! Sorta...

I have a really big office and I work for a non-profit. Seems like the life. Seems like a good gig. Yet everyone is quitting. One lady is on anti-depressants. The other was worried she was going to kill her unborn child she was so stressed. Another lady slams the phone with more anger and frustration than I have ever seen and when she smiles, if she smiles, its for a half a second. It's quite odd actually.

Then there is me.
In my big office.
With my tiny plant I can't keep alive.

Lesson 1: Don't work with all ladies. No fun. Need testosterone to keep things interesting.

Lesson 2: Having a big office with big windows, isn't worth all the hype. I think I would rather have NO office and be out in the midst of the action. At the crime scene. The photo shoot. The recording studio. The Olympics. The Ellen Degeneres show.

To writing again!

Houstonians

I love traveling. I always have. This could be do to the fact that my dad served in the Military for 20 years making me an Army Brat. Maybe I just learned to like traveling now that he is retired. Today, I am in Houston, Texas. A part of me says that I am back home because I was born just north of here in Killeen and the humidity reminds me of North Carolina. Another part of me actually misses the Mormon infested, mountainous state of Utah. I did not realize how much I loved Utah until I came here. Houston has got nothing on Mormonville. It is hot, humid and other than NASA there is not much to do down here in the dirty south. Well, it is not that dirty but I found myself very disappointed when I did not see a plethora of cowboy hats when I exited the plane. I have seen thus far a total of four and this is my third day here. Speaking of planes, I get to ride one of NASAs, the VOMIT COMET. I have not actually vomited in years but I am getting anxious to find out whether or not the name of the aircraft will ring true for me. Anyway, despite the fact that there is not much to do and my skin is constantly damp throughout the day, the people here are more friendly than the characters at Disneyland. When I got off the bus and walked to another bus stop with all my luggage, I sat and waited. I waited for an hour. A local saw me and asked, "are you ok?" With a smile and a slight chuckle I said yes. The same person came back to the bus stop and sat across from me and asked again, "are you ok?" The first thing I thought was, "wow people are nice here!" It's not that Utah is not nice it's just that Utah is shy, or maybe just too self observed to say hello. I hope I am not considered a Utahn. This Houstonian, born and raised was Victor. For a moment I forgot about the heat and humidity. He asked me if I saw the game last night and motioned for a piece of gum when I got a piece for myself. Another Houstonian said a pretty eyes in a Spanish accent. Ten more walking the streets were homeless caring more grocery bags than I carry after I walk out of a grocery store with two weeks of groceries. One Houstonian was shaking, drawing shapes in the air and talking to himself. What an adventure! Oh, and I am a minority again. It is quite refreshing.

An adventure

I would like to go on a very long adventure. Recently, I traveled the whopping 18 or so miles to Salt Lake City, by myself, and had an adventure. The best part of that outdoor expo was this....

Oh the little joys in life! I believe this old, abandoned building was supposed to say, "The Glass Factory." As I snickered to myself, I remembered I had my camera in my bag. One picture and I have sealed this happiness for my viewing any time I want. This is better than a stress ball. I suggest, find those little joys in life, as silly as they may be, because they are what make this world go round!

Shalom

I am aware how depressing this is but I was thinking about the holocaust. And then I felt impressed to write about it and it ended up rhyming. And then I felt proud to be an American.

Like an ocean wave, violent and untamed

Brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers

wearing numbers as names

taking one life for another

Where is the cause, where is the reason?

Soldiers, leaders, neighbors and friends

All in favor for a collective treason

Will there be justice, that will make amends?

Will there be a second chance?

Tommy, Sara, Bobby and Beth

have little air and zero stance

Like a wilting flower taking its last breath

A young boy lifts his head

"The Americans have come!"

"At last there will be no more dead"

Shalom, Shalom, Shalom, Shalom.

Cold Runnings

I went running today.

Not a good idea.

Why on Earth would I decide to go running when it's 10 degrees outside without any gloves?

I will tell you why.

Despite the fact that I haven't had any real exercise for over three weeks and I am sure my esophagus is frozen from intensely breathing through my mouth, which is my fault for being a stubborn mouth breather opposed to the recommended nose inhalation, running is good for you.

Who decided that!? My back hurts, my hands are dry, my knees hurt, my hair is a mess, my ankles hurt, my eyes are dry, my shins hurt, my lips are dry... and so on. The only thing that doesn't exude pain are my eye lashes, that is, of course, because they can't feel pain. Lucky ducks.

After exerting myself, I dread what came next. I ate. Well, running makes me hungry! No surprise there, everything makes me hungry but the fact that I ran to burn off all the junk I ate last night, todays' binge completely overwrites any efforts to erase my guilty pleasures.

So what is the point!? To live longer you say? Well, I hate to break it to you but we are all going to die anyway. As for losing weight to look "hot" to the opposing sex, if you don't like me for my curvaceous body type, which was very popular before "high fashion" came along mind you, I don't really care.

So, I have come to the conclusion that there aren't that many physical benefits but I have a few personal benefits.

1. I got to listen to my NEW Ipod

2. I got out of the house

3. I watched the sunset

a. Utah is entirely surrounded by mountains and the wests' natural towers were disappearing with the sun, due to fog. It looked like someone had taken an eraser and smudged God's painting. Only the very top could be seen, the sharp points of the mountains and only because the sun was it's back light, providing a pinkish tint. Breath taking.

4. I felt FAST!

5. I got to say I ran for whatever the distance of 7000 steps is, thanks to my pedometer on my NEW Ipod.

It started and ended with the Ipod. You can see where my priorities are. Forget weight-loss new years resolutions. Who keeps those anyway?

May my spirits be bright?

I cannot begin to fathom why people do not like winter. I propose this question. HAVE YOU LOOKED OUT YOUR WINDOW? Have you looked passed your TV screen and Facebook page? I challenge you this; Drop the Wi, Xbox, Nintendo, what have you! Crank the fireplace, drink hot cocoa and dance to your favorite Christmas tune.

Stop. Breathe.

Look around at this glorious world we live in. Icicles branch off the cold tree pretending like they are leaves' replacement.

"Purple mountain majesty!"

Snowball fights are procrastinations' best friend and snowflakes cling to your hair stronger than any bobby pin. Winter is the only time you can actually see your breath, where every time you speak you paint a temporary canvas.

If you asked me...

I'd say Winter is breath taking.

The Running Man

People always say that College is the time of your life. I couldn't agree more. Every day is a different adventure from living off canned soup and cereal to people watching on campus. One of my favorite people watching moments is what I like to call "The Running Man."

A man that looks slightly too old to be at the average age of a college student and that looks slightly bald... ok REALLY bald, runs, with his shirt off. He runs around campus with nothing but his sneakers and shorts. He is physically fit so it isn't disturbing to look at other than the fact he sweats more in 5 minutes than I do in 5 years. He looks almost as if he is sparkling in the sun like... EDWARD! ha! But old and aging. Anyway... This man runs around the heart of campus, climbs three steps up to one of the student "hang-outs," the water fountain, stops, turns around and, I kid you not, cheers. His arms are thrown in the air with exasperation but also with exhaustion. He then looks towards the sky and shouts, "Yes... Yes... YES!!" Without a rest he drops into "downward facing dog," almost, and knocks out some push-ups. Five, ten, TWENTY!

Baldy jumps up and does it all again, ending each set with "YES!!"

This is within the norm of some of the things I see on a regular basis. Some people have noticed others are too busy to drop everything and watch.

Maybe I do it too much but I always find time to sit and people watch. Truth is stranger than fiction and people watching is the epitome of strange.

OCTOBER!!

Why I love October...

Orange Leaves

Pumpkin oreo shakes (and I usually don't like pumpkin!)

The smell of the Pumpkin Bisque Soup in the Sky Restaraunt

Yellow Leaves

65 degree weather

Scarves

Red Leaves

My pink hat!

Corn mazes

HALLOWEEN

Hot Chocolate

Apple Cider

BOOTS!

Oh life is good in October.

What if...

What if you WERE the light of my life? If you died before me would my world be dark?

What if when we wanted joy, we really did have to "jump" for it?

What if time DID fly? Would we see clocks in a V Formation?

And if you Killed time... would you be shooting down those clocks with your shotgun?

What if love really WAS capable of BREAKING HEARTS? Could we survive that?

What if we REALLY did eat horses when we were hungry?

What if we COULD see "Gold Silence" just floating around?

What if life WAS a Box of Chocolates? High blood sugar, diabetes, sedentary jobs... oh wait... life IS a box of chocolates!!!

What if you HAD a heavy heart? Would you be more exhausted from carrying around that weight?

What if life really was just another metaphor...?