What a day

It's April 6th, right? Right. I say it's not supposed to snow on April 6th, right? Of course I'm right. But it snowed anyway. It's sopping outside. Slush is piled on the roads and sidewalks. If it wasn't sleeting and freezing out, I'd go stomp them like I was a giant flattening mountains at leisure. I love how slush piles explode under foot. Lovely feeling of harmless destruction.

I went longboarding for the first time in my life on Monday!

These are a bunch of words that supposedly describe me! (bold totally describe me)

introverted, secretive, reclusive, tough, non social, observer, fearless, solitary, libertarian, detached, does not like to lead, outsider, abides the rules, mind over heart, good at saving money, does not like to stand out, does not make friends easily, self sufficient, not aggressive, likes the unknown, unconcerned with external opinion, strong, abstract, independent, very intellectual, analytical, high self control

I took a silly personality test. I disagree with whatever answers brought out "mind over heart." I can never get those two to get along. but the rest sound pretty good. I might add wonderful and funny, too, but you know, those tests are limited.

Good Night

I could die happy. Smelly, but happy. It's a beautiful 62 degree night with winds up to 20 mph. On a previous post I listed a few of my favorite things, one of which is jumping on the trampoline when it's windy. Tonight I did.

The wind knows my skinny arms won't take me higher than my legs will thrust me but still it swirled and held me high as long as it could. A slide show of heights and far away places I've never been swept around me, postcards from the wind. Jumping makes me younger. The wind slips into my lungs meaning to continue on its way but it propels my chest to sail in its wake. It escapes a bit drained and rolls on its way. I'm gratefully invigorated and steal breath after breath of flight. I cannot inhale forever, I cannot fly. My legs tired and I sat. I do not remember the bouncing, only flying; short visits in the sky. Breezes erase the sky's memory and my strange visits were each welcomed new.

I don't wish to really fly. I can be as the strong pine: planted and combing the wandering air. Flying without leaving the ground.

oh you know, whatever

My lips are about to plop on the ground because I've been eating sunflower seeds for more than an hour, sitting at my mom's shoe store, doing very little else. Soon I'll pop in the French CDrom things so I can hear what it sounds like to say such things as the alphabet or "please take [these sunflower seeds] away from me," etc. The salt is eroding my lips rather than preserving them. Just like eating too much pineapple. You don't want to stop because it's heaven's sweetest offering, but after too soon you no longer have a tongue to taste it with.
Tomorrow and Saturday I will be attending a writer's conference. They offer 8 workshop times with three optional classes of which I may only choose one. I'm sad because I want to create another of myself, lend it some brain and send it to the other classes I want to attend at the same hour as the other classes I will attend, but I can't. This calls for an "alas."
When I get back to blogging after those fun filled days I'll post the best piece of prose I ever have. I just know it. In the mean time, I'm going to sit here, at the store and think of a million other things I could post here. But since I'm bored, little boring pieces of me would filter through my fingers and type all the boring letters on the keyboard, and no one would be happy. So I'm going to leave. Eat. mmmm bon appetit!

Book Signing

I first started to peel an orange but I've made a terrible habit lately of biting my nails while my brain is occupied in something like reading or watching a movie. So, I can't peel it. plus, my sister concurs, these oranges we have are just a lot of work moreso than usual oranges. anyway.

I once had a splendid dream that I wrote a book that people loved and I was at a book signing for it. The feeling in my dreams was great, but I can imagine it's just even better in real life. I went to an "author talk and signing" last night that featured Shannon Hale. She signed the two books I've read of hers, Goose Girl and Princess Academy. You can get hooked on the first chapter of her books at squeetus.com. I really like her books, and, as much as I can like someone I don't really know, her. She's funny. I told her the beautiful story of how I came to discover her. "I found your books through your husbands "dreadcrumbs," he's......interesting. And funny. I Found that through Cody McComas." She said the McComas family is great. So anyway, she's my most recent hero. I admire her cuz really, I want to be even half like her, but mostly quite a lot like her. I want to get published. That would be fun. But.....I've got the vision, i just don't work for it. listen to this:

Work without vision is drudgery
Vision without work is dreaming
Work coupled with vision is destiny.
-Thomas S Monson

I sure like that quote. It's truly reminding me to just go for it, work for it. That's what I'm doing with popcorn. so fun still. i'm gonna make green popcorn today. lime, green apple, sour apple, anything else too and I'll just color it uncharacteristically green. Happy st. patty's day friends!

The Day After

I slept well enough. I think one of my dreams had Jesus in it, but I don't remember why or what He was doing. My eyes were heavy; their lids like over-cooked noodles. First thing, I made my bed and prayed. Second, I went to the bathroom. I noticed I'm wearing green underwear. That means it's Thursday. The water didn't get warm while I washed my hands and I went upstairs to eat. No eggs. Okay, then oatmeal. And brown sugar and some maple flavor, and a banana while the water and oats microwave together. And I almost cried.
I started to eat the mush, my mom was on the phone. She sat down to talk to me. Then I cried. One serving of oats is much too much mash for me on any morning, but I finished it so I didn't have to look up. Frozen rain carcasses fluttered to the ground joining the first three inches outside. The dogs wrestled in the carnage.
I had ten batches of popcorn to start so I went to get ready for that. I washed my face and changed my clothes and put on some shoes and earrings. I wore my gold watch all day.
It took me an hour to have everything in one place to start popcorn. I got three batches done on my own before my mom joined me. While alone, I had to clench my teeth or bite my lip to keep from crying. See, I can't bite my eyes and I'm not sure how to clench them either, if even that could prevent rather than produce tears. In the silence I started humming songs from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. That made me think of giant bean bags. Those made me think of big strong muscles and being tickled nearly inside-out. That made me think of working out at the gym. And the silence around me could only distract me to thoughts of the popcorn in front of me. And that made me think of my favorite taste-testing guinea pig. That thought would always make me clench my teeth.
Driving around I only noticed large gold Chevy trucks or small blue Honda Civics. (And as usual any twin of my gold Saturn.) I noticed the snow, too. That made me think of my favorite snow shoveler.
At 1:13pm my phone pulsed and chimed and my heart took a hurried tour through my intestines. I opened the phone and text message. It was from Tom, though.
I completed the popcorn like a professional, really. It took us a total six hours. Close to 25 pounds of popcorn. It's for a wedding on Saturday. The wedding planner is doing the whole reception for free. I told her I'd count this as a practice run since it's the first wedding we've done popcorn for. She refused. I accepted her refusal. She's the kind of lady that won't be refused. And I'm not one to ever combat when someone says "no, really." So, don't offer me your last bite hoping you'll get a refusal. I don't do that and I'll take your last bite.
My back hurts and I'm love sick.

Gourmet World

I'm now in the gourmet popcorn business....almost. The business is starting up just barely. It's loads of fun. I don't get passionate about too many things in my life, I've noticed, but this is incredible. I haven't even been discouraged or had any dreadful thoughts. The world will be a happier place with popcorn in the flavors of rootbeer float, peach, peara, PB&J, pink lemonade, butter rum, strawberry, raspberry, cream, etc. Many flavors are being created quite nicely. So far rootbeer is the family hit! So anyway, it's just beginning and I'm excited, and I haven't blogged in a long while. That's that for now

A Valentine's Day

I'm somebody's valentine, and today is a day.
However, the boy that makes me a valentine (whom I really really really really like) and I, broke up. But we still really really really like each other. I just have to focus on other areas of my life. We swapped gifts (he got me purple roses, my absolute favorite, and I made him oatmeal cookies, his only favorite cookie), and hugged and chatted and laughed when we realized we couldn't kiss and he left. Now I'm blogging. I don't know what else I'll do today. Rent a sappy movie, probably. I did shower, which says a lot since I hadn't in three days. Gross, huh. Well, there's no one to impress.

While I've been on the internet for a few minutes now, and my internet is slow, between moving from page to page, I pick at a scab on my shin. The scab is a red, flaky island upon a bruised shin sea. I was wearing short heels (like high heels, but the heels weren't high, you see) on super bowl Sunday. I was yelled at to come quick, which called-from destination was down the stairs. I was wearing white stretchy type pants. I switch from skirt to pants after church is over sometimes. I like wearing pants over shaved legs. I feel skinnier. So anyway I scuttled to the down stairs and the short heel of my right leg caught in the pants of my left leg and gravity started me down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a dead end. You must choose left or right. There's also a mirror hanging on that wall, but unfortunately I didn't look in it as I fell. I was too busy trying not to die by broken neck. If I'd known I would miraculously survive, I would have watched myself in the mirror.
As my shin sled down the stairs and a whoop of a scream fled my lips, somehow my other leg was released from the culprit short heel and it shot out in front of me and landed square in the hall. That safe landing happened also on a foot clad with short heel and I'm amazed I landed without breaking my ankle. I stood and laughed. Why not laugh first if I just evaded serious injury or death? That's the best thing to do at any time. Excepting perhaps the Pope's funeral march. And we probably won't have to worry about that for a while, so laugh on.
I was safe but injured. My shin was skinned. Later I looked at the inside of my white pants and peeled off a thinly rolled, squishy piece of me. It's been more than a week and now the scab is starting to itch. At this stage it's the nastiest when fresh from the shower. It's kinda slimy and the dying skin comes off like rubber cement. As I pick at it when it's dry some of it comes off like dry glue and I hardly notice its departure. Some of it's still deeply healing so I don't wanna yank it yet. The rest that comes off with my pestering kinda helps relieve the itch.
Aren't bodies amazing?
Yeah. And this is my day as a broken up valentine.

It was a small world

I was reading through a bunch of scenarios in this game called "Mind Trap." Most of them are pretty lame (Q: if a plane crashes exactly on the border of Canada and the U.S. where do they bury the survivors? A: You should know that it's quite savage to bury people (survivors) alive...), etc. Well, one of them asked something like if you built a huge concrete something that weighed a trillion tons, how much would the earth gain in weight.... The answer is none, cuz the concrete was made with materials from the earth. I thought that one was stupid too. But it made me think later of something I liked. I thought of something that perhaps has made the world heavier over time. I believe in the Adam and Eve approach to human infestation of Earth. So, even though babies grow inside tummies of mommies, they come out and grow to be heavy. Then they die and their bodies are buried in Canada and the U.S. respectively. So, first they come from Heaven, not from Earth..... But their bodies don't leave after death. So do you think that's made the earth heavier? Or would that even affect the weight of the earth? Am I missing anything? Am I just dumb and like my own ideas a lot?

This is SO true

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