Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Summer "Activities'

Ah, how time flies when you're having fun! Or some other nonsense like that. So far, summer has been busy, but uneventful. Constantly running here and there, to and fro, but never really DOING anything. Today was no exception. After shopping with my mother and my best friend, I came home to that most horrid of tasks, second only to dish-washing: mowing the jungle, er, lawn. Now before I proceed to tell you of my wonderfully boring chore, let me explain something about my lawn: it is the size of a foot ball field, and as bumpy and uneven as a box of potatoes. I would just love to have one of those postage-stamp-sized lawns that you can finish in 12 minutes with a push mower. But no, my lawn is the most horrendous, gnarly, giant lawn imaginable. And as if that weren't enough, there are trees everywhere. Not cute, little trees with spindly branches that stretch towards the sky and beg children to climb them, oh no. These are tall, ghastly trees of pine with branches that stoop to the ground and reach for you like a thousand prickly tentacles. Nasty things, they are. So I get on the mower today and begin my wonderful obstacle course with the brightest of hopes(sort of). At first, all seems to go well. I start with the front lawn and it is not quite as horrible as usual. Until. As I finish with the septic area and cruise happily towards the elms, I am suddenly disrupted by the attempt of some creature to jar my teeth out of my very skull. I look about, shocked, and it takes me a moment to realize that some bonehead has made humongous ruts in our front yard, deep enough to swallow a child, but thankfully not wide enough. And so, each time as I go over these trenches, I am thrown to and fro in my driver's seat, my head flopping like a rag doll on a roller-coaster. Once this torture is over, I move on to the back yard, another nightmare. There are ruts in the back yard as well, and low-hanging apple trees that attempt to snatch you bald as you drive beneath them. But there are a few changes to it this year: The old fire pit has been effectively removed, some bonehead has placed a camper in the middle of everything, and another bonehead has parked their truck directly in the path of my mowing course. Needless to say, I had to make many adjustments to my usually direct shoot. When I was finally finished, I took great pleasure in being crabby to everyone, and sitting in front of the TV, eating my dinner and watching one of my many favorite programs, undisturbed. Now it is off to bed, and then to Ohio. Farewell, dear friends, and I shall attempt to remember to let you know if I come back with complete sanity, or, God help me, a restraining order. Ta-ta!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Voice

Like rich velvet
Soft beneath my feet
Like pure honey
Golden, sickly sweet
The words pour out
Fresh like water.
The gentle tone,
Never does it falter
I must succumb
To lush desire
Or ever will it consume me
Burning like fire. . .

~Amber L. Haskill

Monday, May 28, 2007

Good Grief, Charlie Brown!

Oh my living!
Why must it take an act of Congress to recover a password? That, dear reader(possibly plural), is why I have not posted anything lately. I got on today, with the best of intentions, and typed and re-typed my username and password, again and again. Still, the stubborn cyber world of blogging refused to open it's doors to me. It re-directed me to several out-of-the-way and pointless sites in order to retrieve my information. And so it is, after some countless phrases and choice words which I will not repeat here, that I am finally able to let you know that I wrote down both my username and password, and I also remembered to check the convenient little "Remember Me" box whilst signing in. GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!

Thursday, May 03, 2007


I don't know if anyone ever reads this, but I'm going to share a little lesson I've learned.
I went rollerblading today for the first time in who knows how long, and it was a very enjoyable time. Unfortunately, my feet are sissies, and I got 2 perfectly positioned blisters. I was complaining about them for a while, and then when I was in the shower(my thinking place), I realized that these blisters were more than just physical hinderances. They represented something more, suddenly. You see, although they were of the physical type, they made me realize that they could be emotional and mental as well.
If you go rollerblading for the first time in a loong time, like I did, you will probably get blisters. In life, if you do something for the first time in a long time and fail or get tired, you'll probably get blisters too. Not the bubbly, nasty kind, but the kind that form a little(or big) pocket of hurt on your heart. Sounds bad, huh? Well, there is good news: it goes away. Physical blisters disappear quickly, usually, but sometimes they leave a scar. Emotional blisters disappear in their own sweet time, and they almost always leave a scar, whether it be being cautious in love or always checking to see if your dress is caught in your underwear before you leave the bathroom. It's just part if the things we learn in life. And although everyone wants to avoid the blisters, I think that once they go through it, they appreciate what it teaches them. Just be careful you take it the right way. Don't be afraid of what you've learned, embrace it and use it, or you'll get more blisters in the same place! I've had my fair share of blisters, and I'm not looking forward to the ones to come, but I am looking forward to the wise scar they will leave behind.
So if you have a blister, may it heal quickly, and if you don't have one, you'll get one soon(sorry!). But in the best sense, I hope that every blister you get leaves you with a good sized good-kind of scar.

Monday, January 01, 2007


Happy new year to you all!! Best wishes for the coming trials and tribulations. And a bottle of Advil for your headache/hangover. Enjoy!!