It starts with a man and woman
making promises, dressed in white,
holding hands, exchanging rings.
The day is good, the day is right.
Patch of blue
1995
I recently discovered my journal I wrote in 1995. After flipping through its pages I said a prayer of gratitude. I am so very, very thankful Facebook – or any form of social media – was not around in 1995. Whew! I’m sure instead of venting in a private journal I would have shared – overshared – because that’s what geniuses do. See, in 1995 I labored under the mistaken notion that I was some kind of undiscovered and untapped smarty pants. Now eighteen years later I can assure you that was not the case. I also discovered my claim of being a “much better speller before spell check” is completely unfounded.
Welcome to Wyoming
My day
Alarm number 1 beeps
and I hit the snooze.
Then clock number 2
starts singing the blues.
Turf Wars
My neighborhood sits on some prime real estate. This is only my opinion, of course, but let me share with you my observations. We have been in the middle – bystanders – to some turf wars the past few years.
It all started with the indigenous gopher tribe. We live in a desert so this makes sense. Not familiar with gophers? They are a skittish lot. A species that does not know how to relax. It seems their lot in life is to flit about like a group of nervous Nellies. I swear they have a store of coffee in their underground tunnels. The Java Joe Go’s also let out a nervous whistle from time to time. A high pitched, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” echoes throughout the neighborhood.
Our Love
Baby, there’s no maybe
when I say I love you.
And maybe, baby,
if you love me, too –
Some details need to be shared with the rest of us…
I saw this photo on MSN photos Friday while at work. The little blurb that accompanied it said something along the lines of a giraffe traveling 900 miles. I swear that’s it. No, I can’t prove it.
This is my train of thought: “That giraffe is not going to fit in that truck. There’s no way it can be humane to transport it like that. Surely, there is an opening in the top of the truck for it to poke its head out.” The timing of that last thought was unfortunate. The trailer for Hangover 3 had just finished inundating commercial breaks for weeks. Perhaps you’ve seen it, too? It involved a giraffe, a vehicle, and an underpass. Just to be clear, I’ve never watched any of the Hangover movies – nor do I plan to. Just not my thing. But I did see the preview that played almost every single commercial break.
Warning: do not watch the video if you’re at all squeamish. Or a giraffe lover.
In my defense, I tried clicking on the picture to get more of the story but our handy IT team blocked it due to it being classified as “games and recreation.”
So, I couldn’t find out the rest of the story until I got home. I swear, I did not see the word “taxidermy” anywhere in the blurb at work. It’s amazing what you find out when you can see the whole picture and read the whole article.
The giraffe is stuffed folks, nothing to worry about here.
Say what?
My friend sent me this link. It is amusing and an eye opener. I always thought somebody received their just desserts…
http://www.healthcarecommunication.com/Main/Articles/10965.aspx#
