Monday, April 27, 2009

Haunted by the Past

Have you ever been haunted by the past? Thought you saw someone from your past that you totally would rather avoid? (or maybe run up to and kick 'em in the shins?) I think everyone has. But what about three ghosts of the past? People that couldn't possibly be sitting in church a few pews ahead, or walking by in the parking lot, or passing the sacrament?

That's what happened to me last week. What would Freud say to that? Somehow I doubt that an inner obsession with my mother and secret misogyny would quite answer that. Why would i see 3 apparitions in a brief time? and why during church? It's not like these people are dead, or that I have any unresolved issues with them. They were barely around long enough to be significant in the weave of my life. 3 blips on the Rena radar. The billboards on the road of my life. Why is my mind divulging their personas now? Is my subconscious imploding?

Who will be next? My manager from Burger King, the Mole-man? The girl that sat next to me in home ec--with the brassy hair and Dorito nose--she was training to be a stenographer, I think--will it be her?

I don't really know how to react to this except with curiosity. Wonder wonder wonder.

Maybe I have the swine flu. ;)

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Top 5 reasons to frown upon the Twilight Series or Movie

1. You cannot successfully impregnate a vampire, unless you're Joss Whedon. So don't even try it, babe.
2. Leave the imprinting for the lobsters.
3. To quote the movie: The old vampire doctor says to Edward: "Remember who you are" --which is what? A carnivorous beast with a blood lust.
4. A real story would have expendable main characters.
5. There weren't any good gypsy curses.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Both Feet in one Boat

The verdict is in. I'm going to teach exclusively at Salem Hills next year. I'll miss Payson, but am glad to be firmly planted in one school.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

44 odd things about me

1. Do you like Bleu Cheese? not ever.
2. Have you ever been drunk? never ever. Did get a little loopy at a dentist appointment after they gave me laughing gas.
3. Do you own a gun? no way.
4. What flavor of Kool Aid was your favorite? I hate Kool Aid. I like crystal light--with caffeine.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? If there's needles involved, yes.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? wouldn't buy them from a street vendor.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? All of them. I recycle them every year stretching them out over the whole month of December. Elf is one of the best though. "You sit on a throne of lies!"
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? crystal light--with caffeine.
9. Can you do push ups? not well, but I can rock the squats.
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? my wedding ring
11. Favorite hobby? Reading and writing.
12. Do you have A.D.D.? sorry, what was that?
13. What's your favorite shoe? kitten-heeled blue leather open-toed sandals with alligator skin detailing.
14. Middle name? Ann
15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? Who wrote this stupid song on Pandora. I want to go to the No Doubt concert. Obesity is a symbol in Oliver Twist.
16. What are 3 drinks you normally drink? water, crystal light, hot chocolate
17. Current worry? Another rejection letter?
18. Current hate right now? waiting.
19. Favorite dog breed? Boston Terrier
20. How did you bring in the New Year? asleep
22. Name three people who will complete this? ???
23. Do you own slippers? No. Socks.
24. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Taupe and white.
25. Do you like sleeping on Satin sheets? Egyptian cotton-600 thread count
26. Can you whistle? yep.
27. Favorite color?blue
28. Would you be a pirate? no, I like to bathe and keep my appendages.29. What songs do you sing in the shower? whatever woke me up in the morning on the alarm radio.
30. Favorite Girl's Name? Elayna
31. Favorite boy's name? Gavin
32. What's in your pocket right now? phone.
33. Last thing that made you laugh? Elayna saying, "Mom, Gavin sometimes eats chicken butts."
34. Best bed sheets as a child? uh...the ones with hearts.
35. Worst injury you've ever had as a child? broken heart.
38. Who is your loudest friend? My kid.
39. How many dogs do you have? None
40. Does someone have a crush on you? Cole
41. What is your favorite book? The Wife
42. What is your favorite candy? peanut m&m's
43. Favorite Sports Team? NY Giants!
44. What song do you want played at your funeral? "Because I have been Given Much" - hymnal

Friday, April 3, 2009

What is love?


A friend of mine is getting married, and she offered me time to read something at her wedding reception. What do you think of this?


What is Love?


Right now, if someone asked you to define love, you’d likely have an explosion of answers. Because right now love is attacking every inch of your being; gingerly exploring and caressing the five senses.


Love is fresh summer watermelon bursting in the mouth. It’s memorable like mango. It’s tart like kiwi. It’s sweet and potent. It’s pralines and pie.


Love is delicate and firm. It’s satin and cashmere. It tingles at touch. It’s his t-shirt you always borrow. It’s your hand through her hair. It’s 600-thread count Egyptian cotton.


Love is homemade bread. It’s sugar cookies on a Saturday night. It’s mountain foliage in the Spring and cultivated earth in the Fall. It’s Thanksgiving and Christmas and Birthday’s 1 through eternity. It’s Café Rio.


Love is whispers. It’s gasp. It’s “you’re welcome” and “thank you”. And “you did the dishes again?” It’s a high-five. It’s lips smacking. It’s teeth grinding. It’s as startling as thunder and as gentle as a sigh. It’s methodic and erratic. It’s a song and an un-tuned instrument. It’s “Love you” and “Miss you” and “Come home soon”.


Love is the note on the fridge, the text just because, the kiss before a nap. It’s her without make-up and him in jammies. It’s candlelit faces. It’s that smile. That touch. That laugh. Those lips.


In the years to follow, your description of love will continue to grow, piling like grains of rice. And you both will have silos full to the brim with ways to describe love. To explain love. To express love.


And one day when you both have more wrinkles than the waiting room of a Botox clinic, someone young and new to love will ask, “What is love?” You’ll have become so accustomed to it, so used to the threads of love woven into your being that the words in reserve will be summarized down to two, and you’ll answer, hoping the young one will grow to understand as you have that:


Love is.

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