Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Journaling

I was reading a blog of a friend of mine and she was talking about how she has not been blogging so consistenly as she used to. How she used to journal consistently even if it was just to say what she did that day. Her words sounded like ones that have come out of my mouth or been written by my hand on paper. She even mentioned going back and reading her earlier journals which I have done lately. Wow.
Anyway, it made me think that this blog could just be a record of what I did today. Maybe I will make a timeline.

5:26- turned off the alarm. (I don't know why- I like to pick odd times to get up- that is, not an increment of five.)
5:34- got up
5:35-stared at my clothes
5:37-picked out "dressy" jeans, pink top, with lacy white top underneath, and white ballet shoes.
5:38- put them on
5:41-got my lunch together, brushed my hair, etc.
5:46- kissed my husband
5:48- grabbed my jacket and headed to work
5:48-6:48- listened to Oldies on my radio on the way to work
6:48-7:00- slept in my car in the parking lot
7:00- opened up office
7:00-3:00 Answered phones, made Chris laugh, made Darrell laugh, addressed Christmas cards to customers, updated contact information of customers, ate lunch in Lisa's office with Lisa and Kim, argued with Kim and Lisa about whether Arby's ever had Barbeque sandwiches or not (while I ate my Cinnamon Spice Oatmeal with Walnuts and Raisins), quoted an auto, sent quotes, and said "Bye Lisa, bye Kim."
3:00-3:45 drove toward home
3:45-4:20 grocery shopped and bought Spinach, Dannon Blueberry Yogurt (no artificial anything), REAL butter, Grapenuts Cereal (name brand for hubby, off brand for me), onion, carrots, garlic, zuchinni...you get the idea (healthy stuff)
4:20-4:30- drove home, put up groceries
4:30-4:50- talked to hubby about important stuff and his rough day
4:50-5:20- made Cheddar bay Biscuits for the feast tonight
5:30-6:45- hung out with the RVICS who come to camp to work as missionaries there for a month. The RVICS are a group of retired couples who do about month long projects for different christian organizations. They are at camp helping to paint cabins and finish the Dining Hall. We ate Shrimp, biscuits, salad, strawberries, and coleslaw (I didn't eat Coleslaw-yuck!)
6:45- left for some thing we felt we needed to do for camp
7:00-8:00- did the thing
8:15-8:30- practiced Swing dancing because we want to do a routine for a talent show at Family Camp.
8:30-9:00 -put photos in photo album because I am trying to organize them all.
9:00-9:30 -tried to outbid somebody on Ebay for a present for Bobby. I was the highest bidder but didn't meet the reserve price.
9:30-present- checked myspace, checked facebook, checked blog and began writing.

GOODNIGHT!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Versemaker

I am going to explain this poem. It is a favorite exercise of mine to get the writing juice shaken and flowing. You take about fifteen words or so and use as many as you can or want and create a poem. I generally love what comes out. Just because it is so different than starting from scratch and you often write something you never would have imagine. Here goes:


You are the trustee of my reality
And the vinegar on my jujube
Melting my sweetness into
A stagnant pool.

I am orange
I am a cloudburst
I am the queen of my realm

But you are like a hyphen
Dividing me while connected
A shoehorn squeezing a large foot
Into a small boot.

I am the foot
I am the word
And the jujube.

This is reality.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Roots

This weekend I went to Lafayette, Louisiana. We had a get together at my Uncle David's house and his place was filled with happy chatting, laughter, and gumbo. Mixed together it was an absolutely wonderful weekend. The party consisted of all of my aunts and uncles on my mom's side of the family and most of my cousins. My mom has two sisters and three brothers. One of those sisters passed away about ten years ago. I have eight cousins on my mom's side. Five of them were there. I don't remember everything we talked about. We watched football. Sentences ended with "Shah" a lot. Talk of music ran through our conversation and floated in the air. I left remembering that I have some interesting, intelligent, creative blood running through my veins. It made me happy. My roots soaked up refreshing water and my limbs feel like they are budding new flowers.

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