Friday, April 29, 2005
burn
Silence.
Lingers when
You
Glance my way
Impatience.
Swells when
You
Demand an answer
And I cannot stop
Wishing
For your
Hand
A frenzy.
Erupts when
You
Leisurely turn on your heel.
And turn
My heart
To flames.
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
the day i was chased by dogs
two days ago, i went over to a friends house on my lunch break. as i was getting out of my car i heard their tiny, slightly obnoxious jack russel terrier barking. i then heard my friend jamie yell "go home!" and then i heard it. deep, loud, angry barking.by this time, i was already out of the safety of my car and on my way up the front walk. i thought if i hurried, my presence wouldn't be noticed by whatever was making that sound. but then, around the corner of the house, i was met by these:
since they had just been barking at my friend, i figured they were up to no good, terrorizing the neighbors and their smaller pets, so as they headed toward me, i quickened my pace toward the front door, adrenaline rushing.fumbling with the screen door, i ripped the first layer of skin off of one of my knuckles before i got into the house the dogs on my heels. all i could think about during that time was the kid from jerry mcguire who said, "bees and dogs can smell fear.""please don't smell my fear, please don't smell my fear," i begged."quick, get in the house!" jamie exclaimed.shutting the door behind me, we both looked at each other shaking. she was crying, i was laughing a bit nervously sucking on my injured knuckle. "how am i going to practice in massage class? they don't let you work with broken skin on your arms and hands." i was thinking to myself.i was shaking from all the adrenaline and the fight or flight reflexes pumping through me. she was crying because the dogs had lunged at the backyard fence when she had told them to go home. the fence was a little stronger than chickenwire and they could have easily knocked it down. and eaten their jack russel, Chloe.why would people let scary dogs like that just roam around the neighborhood, especially when there are three schools and a park on that street alone? this was not the first time we have seen them near this house. so many children are on this street all the time. it just isn't safe. and it makes me nervous. and it hinders my learning in massage class.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
conversation starter
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Monday, April 25, 2005
monday spotlight
today i will be putting my friend rose in the spotlight. she is truly an inspiration to me--always reminding me to live with passion and without limits! in her own words, this is what she has been up to since attending a debate conference in istanbul.
"My world since Istanbul in November 2004 (in no particular order):Two surgeries, four hockey games, a road trip to Joshua Tree Park (by L.A.), visits with best friends, 6 hours of written comprehensive Rhetoric exams, two road trips to Seattle, acupuncture experience, European visitors, befriending the homeless, posing with a 9’ boa constrictor, completion of 25 page Rhetoric thesis, two road trips to San Francisco, and precisely two Lemon Drops."
you can find out more about the beautiful rose at her
website. enjoy!
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Saturday, April 23, 2005
birth of the bard
in honour of shakespeare's birthday . . .

and because i love him (and have seen one of his plays at the GLOBE THEATRE in london!

i have decided to post my favourite and most humorous of his sonnets:
SONNET 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
not sure if you were aware, but
shakespeare happens to be one of my favourite authors!
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Friday, April 22, 2005
looks like you've got too much time on your hands
a recent
posting by
bill reminded me of an incident that occurred while i was in high school (a whole 8 ish years ago . . .)
as hard to beleive as it is, i had myself a boyfriend back then. his name was oldboyfriend. we liked to snuggle . . .
one evening, as oldboyfriend was dropping me off at night, i gave him a few good neck smoochies and went on home.
the next morning, he went out to breakfast with his dad, without glancing in the mirror of course.
while at breakfast, his dad said, "you need to get yourself a job, son."
"why's that?" oldboyfriend asks.
"it looks like you've got waaaay too much time on your hands," oldboyfriend's dad replied, gesturing toward his neck region.
"huh?" innocently oblivious, oldboyfrind went to the bathroom of the restaraunt to see what was going on. he honestly thought that he had a rash or a bug bite or hives or food or anything besides a
hickey on his neck! he really did not know what it was!
he had to ask his dad, "what is wrong with my neck?"
"you're kidding, right?"
i was pretty embarrassed to find out that his dad had seen . . . and that oldboyfriend didn't know what a hickey on his neck looked like.
i honestly didn't mean to give him one either. i guess i am just a biter.

(i found these pictures on a sort of odd website--didn't edit them because i thought the words gave it character . . .)
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update
just a quick update on a recent
post of mine:
my husband, jon, made me stir fry again last night and this time he used
zucchini!!!!
let's hear it for learning experiences!
i really do have the best husband of ever.
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
my hamburger suddenly tasted a bit different . . .
last week, a few friends and i went to
mcmenamin's kennedy school for food and drinks to wish our dear friend dylan farewell as he moved off to alaska. while there, conversation turned to this amazing fact that i was not aware of. apparently, scientists have possibly found the
DNA of a T Rex and hope to be able to CLONE IT!
will this lead to a modern-day jurassic park? will jeff goldblum (hot) come to town? will this become some sort of silly legal/moral battle in the courts?
predictions? thoughts? be my guest . . .
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
the underdog
i recently purchased the
garden state soundtrack and i never get tired of it.
mostly, i have discovered the awesome sounds of
iron and wine and their song "such great heights." on the cd (a remix of a song by the postal service).

for more gems on all things garden state, you can read zach braff's
blog for some interesting times as well as go to his website for other time-wasting mind-expanding activites and information.
mostly, i have fallen in love with iron and wine . . . and the more popular group
the shins but they get enough recognition as it goes alreay. i'm here to root for the underdog.
basically the movie and the soundtrack rock and i thought i'd express that.
thanks.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
one wild day!
i haven't had any time to post anything witty today . . . it has been wild! so, if you are looking for something meaningful to participate in click
here. thanks so much! i love my online blogmunity (blog + community = blogmunity)!
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
tomaayyto/tomaahhto, let's call the whole thing off
last night was my first night of massage therapy school. i got home from work at about 5:30 fully prepared to rush around in order to get of the house and to class by 6:30. instead, i was greeted by a
wonderful smell. my husband had made me dinner! he really likes to use our wok when he cooks and he makes a mean pad thai, so i was pretty excited. he had made stir fry this time around. the vegetables all looked beautiful. the dark red in the peppers and the bright orange in the carrots and the purple of the onions.
the vegetables were poured over rice noodles and served with a yummy/spicy concoction of 'secret' sauces. (soy and peanut sauce no doubt). we sat down with our chopsticks and bowls of yummy yum yum and just as i went to pick up my first carrot my husband asks . . .
"when you stir fry do you use zucchini . . .

or cucumber???"

"zucchini," i replied.
"that's what i thought."
"why do you ask . . . ?" i wondered as i looked into my bowl a little closer . . . "you used cucumber didn't you?"
"yes"
the carrot shot out from between my chopsticks and landed back in my bowl.
mmmmm . . . warm cucumber. i politely ate them all. my husband did not finish any of his.
i suppose it would be easy to mix them up . . . sometimes i get confused as to whether his grandma's last name is thomas or thompson, because his uncle's last name is the other one . . . whichever one that is. but i'm not sure if that is the same thing as confusing zucchini with cucumber . . .
oh well, i brought the leftovers to work for lunch today. yummmmmm.
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Monday, April 11, 2005
"aging octopus finds love at last"
breanna discovered
this back in may of last year. i was cleaning out my mailbox this morning because i had gotten an email from the "system administrator" telling me that my account was over its size limit. i guess when you delete something in microsoft outlook, it doesn't really delete, it just moves to another box and continues to count against you. well, anyway, i was cleaning it out and i found the link, it brought me a smile, so i thought i'd share . . . enjoy!
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Friday, April 08, 2005
they sent me a hat!
i am a team leader for a group of people gearing up to do the
strides against breast cancer walk on May 15th. i got my team leader packet in the mail yesterday and it came complete with a hat that sported a embroiderd pink ribbon on the front (cool!) and some buttons supporting the walk. please take a moment and join us in this great cause. you can
join our team or donate to help us meet our fundraising goal or start a team of your own. we would love to see you there!
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
i am about to pee my pants!
i was just told that someone actually wants to
buy my artwork! this is amazing! this has never happened before! i don't even know how much to ask for it or how to figure out how much to ask for it . . . i've never
sold any art before! wow!
i tried to call my husband to tell him and he didn't answer his phone, i tried to tell my co-worker down the hall, but she already left for the day . . . so i decided to announce it to my fellow bloggerites. i had to tell someone in my excitement!
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i can't throw anything away . . .
. . . because if i do my 'favorite' co-worker will take it out of the trash, berate me for getting rid of it and keep it. even the packaging for those car adaptor things for cell phones. i like to recycle, i do. but with this gem around i can't even do that. i put a box in the 'box recycle area' and the co-worker snatches it. i put old phone books in the 'phone book recycle area' and the co-worker sniffs through them for those cheesy advertisement magnets, takes every one of them and then asks me if i know where more might be.
i just want to get rid of the junk in my office! why wont the co-worker let me?
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
the silent battle
here is the piece that i have on display at the urban grind this month. the inscription in the bottom corner says 'split the wood, i am beside you, lift the stone, i am among you.' it is taken from the movie 'stigmata' and the gospel of thomas. the title is 'the silent battle.' i wrote an artist's statement for it as well but i don't have it with me at the moment so i can't post it.
let me know what you think!

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vile and unattached
last night i was chatting with my dear friend
breanna in pizzicato just before heading out for our glorious massage, i had a revelation. i thought i'd share it with my fabulous blogfans and see what your take on it was.
here goes:
ok, so you know how when people have uber long, beautiful hair and it is so shiney and smells so nice, you just can't help but compliment them? you want to play with it, braid it, etc. you wish you had it and you hope they
never cut it. ok, so we are on the same wave length here with the whole hair thing right?
but what happens as
soon as that hair is detatched from that head? it becomes
gross and disgusting doesn't it? you find it on the floor, in the bathroom sink, the drain in the shower, caught in the hairbrush, in the carpet, wrapped around the vacuum cleaner thingy, and the
worst is when you wake up in the morning, step out of bed and *ew!* it gets tangled between your toes!
why is that? how can something be so beautiful and wonderful to us, and we don't mind touching it, brushing it, playing with it, but when it
falls out or gets pulled out, it becomes revolting?
the same thing sort of goes for finger nails. i know women who are always getting their nails done, you know manicures and that sort of thing. we paint them, we have nail parties, we notice our barista's nails, compliment her on them, ask her who did them, and try that person out ourselves. but once those nails have been clipped off and are no longer attached to the finger, they become vile.
especially when they are my husband's toe nails. why are guys so gross sometimes? he clipped his nails while watching t.v. one day and
left the clippings on the coffee table! EW!
but really, it is a strange phenomenon.
thoughts anyone?
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
ok, one more thing
oh yeah . . .
this is funny. it is a little 'hangover' from st patrick's day. sorry i didn't get it on here sooner.
DON'T read it if you are offended easily when people make jokes about the bible.
DO read it if you are IRISH and you appreciate a good irish/beer/drinking joke.
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T minus 7 days . . .
i start
massage school in exactly one week from today.
i already have my table and am registered for classes. orientation is on saturday. i'm starting to get nervous. working 5 days a week and school 5 nights a week and not seeing my husband too often doesn't sound fun. but learning a skill that i think is supercool and someday being able to do it for a living and possibly making my own hours does sound pretty great.
that's all the blogging that will be happening today my friends.
i have work to do and a massage appointment to make!
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Monday, April 04, 2005
the clown that is stalking me
i am afraid of clowns.
if i went to a birthday party when i was young and a clown happened to be the entertainment, i would hide in another room while he did his show and refuse to even be within eyesight of the hideous creature.
at parades, when the clowns came by to throw candy to the children, i would turn around and cover my eyes until they were gone. the lure of candy could not even seduce me into having any sort of contact with those beasts.
i am in recovery.
once, in high school, i even hugged a clown at a parade and, in return for the hug, received a sticker that said "i hugged a clown today."
i even managed to walk passed that clown that drives the strange gargoyle car with the fountain on the back that you can see at saturday market sometimes. he was painting windows at nordstrom rack in clackamas and i
really wanted those green flip-flops from old navy. so i did it. i walked straight passed him. but avoided eye contact.
but last week might have put me over the top again. a mystery clown showed up and i saw this
same clown three times in one week! once, when walking down the street with a friend near wild oats in SE PDX near 28th and burnside, this clown drove by in a minivan painted in multi-colored metalic greens and purples. there was a picture of the clown on the van as well as a monkey dressed in a clown outfit. the clown was actually driving the van and holding a puppet-monkey-clown, waving it around and making freaky clown noises.
a few days later that
same week i saw him again while i was shopping at the fred meyer on 148th and division (totally different area). his van was parked in the parking lot and while i was walking out of the store to my car, he was walking away from his van toward the store. i did the whole "get your keys ready before you actually get to the car in case someone is waiting to ambush you" thing and quickened my pace to the car.
and
then breanna and i were having lunch a few days later at red robin in the mall 205 parking lot and i looked out the window of the restaraunt and
saw the clown's van driving by! WTF!?!?!
i am officially freaked out.
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Friday, April 01, 2005
shamless plug for myself
so i have a piece of art in a show at the
SE urban grind all this month. it is a clear glass mosaic over a charcoal drawing that i did. the theme of the show has to do with the spirituality of suffering and my peice was inspired by many women that i know that are battling cancer and other enemies within their own bodies.
the first day of the month is today . . . sooooo, you've got 29 more opportunitites to get over there and take a look at it.
if you are there when The Mack is working (curly haired guy with tatoos all over his arms) i recommend making friends with him. he rocks. and he does a great job of remembering my 'usual' (licorice peppermint tea--awesome).
so, check out the urban grind. check out the tea. check out my art. let me know what you think!
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what i did for april fools; an essay by me!
for christmas i swore to my husband that all i wanted was a wig. so, he bought me this bright pink one inspired by scarlett j in 'lost in translation' and also by natalie p in 'closer'. he calls me his hooker wife when i wear it sometimes . . .
i wore it to work today for april fools. everyone loved it! even my boss laughed and said i looked like i was from the 80's (okaaaaay).
i don't have a picture of myself in the wig (no digital camera) but i know how to google. so here's scarlett. and natalie too. maybe since my picture is in my profile, you can guess how the pink wig would have looked on me. or, if you are technically savvy, you can photoshop a wig on to my picture. that would be hot! if you do, let me see it!
happy april fools! do something that scares you and surprises others! it is waaaay fun!
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