'simple is not a word i would use to describe you'

'those noodles are fine' i said, to the skeptical child. 'they taste like any other noodle.'

'they don't look like macaroni and cheese noodles, so they won't taste like it either' she said with her hands placed squarely on her tiny hips. then, she stormed away in a fit of rage. 'i'm not eating those!' she bellowed in protest from the other room.

20 minutes later, she sashayed out of the room, empty bowl in hand, politely asking for more.





i need a style i've decided. i mean, i've been doing this for about six months and i have no writing style at all. not even a little. just randomness.
bitchy rant here, goofy crap there...it's a reflection of my life--and i refuse to have order in my life, but i do want it somewhere. i was hoping my blog would kind of naturally take shape somewhere along the line and here it is...i knew it would find me.
i'm great at taking pics...i know (heehee) but i want to take it a step further and illustrate the pics with my words...as backwards as that sounds. i want each blog entry to be like a page of a book. it's not going to be a book with a beginning or end but there will be lots of middle. i'm still not sure i will be able to write everyday but three times a week is perfect. i have a friend writing a book right now. he's an absolutely amazing writer; maybe my inspiration stems from him, who knows. i can't do nearly what he does or bring my words to life in the way he can but i'll start somewhere...in the middle.

i'm sure, no i know, i'll still rant and rave here and there--but do you think this works or is it incredibly boring??

i miss your happy...

as i stood in the kitchen with my bell bottoms hiked up to my knees and my new rain boots on, i looked at him and said, 'why can't you just be normal?'

he glared invidiously at me and yelled, 'why can't you just stop asking me that?'

marsha, marsha, marsha

so, apparently, i have a brother.

how is it, that you can live your whole life being the oldest (and coolest), and then one little phone call later you're demoted to middle child. this sucks. i never wanted to be the middle. i want to be the oldest dammit. i like being the oldest. being the oldest is the only way to go. i mean, i still am in my mom's world but in my dad's...i'm the middle now. the middle. the stupid, stinking middle. i am a slice of bologna. i am bread no more. i like bread. (no offense to all you middle's btw...i like you, really, i just don't want to be one.)

i mean, i know nothing technically changes because we're all adults, and the whole family structure thing kinda dissapates when you're not raised as a family...but still. it's a psychological thing i spose as well as my oldest child pride being attacked.

i always wanted an older brother though. it's nice i get to meet him after the whole childhood thing is done i guess...i really hate being picked on...my little sister did that enough growing up. shut it. she's a brute.

a bit of what the holiday brought...

happy independence day y'all

went to see a couple movies today.

iron man: absolutely perfect.

hancock: absolutely terrible.

i've never seen two movies in one day and i am completely brain dead due to it...almost four hours of staring at the big screen...i have been in this weird funk ever since.

it was a wonderful day though :)

i'll be out of town for a couple days coming up here so you'll just have to do without me for a tad. i think you'll live...hopefully, cuz if you don't, i would feel terrible.

a blog. the end,

i'm really struggling for something to write today.

i mean, i know i re-made the rules awhile back--saying i don't have to write everyday but ever since i said that, i want to write everyday. even on days like today, when i really have nothing to say...i want to write. you think i would use this as one of my days off, but nope, i'm going to make you all suffer through it with me.

well, if you weren't bored, or not at least a little entertained, i guess you wouldn't be reading this anyway though, huh? so really, i'm not making anyone suffer through it. it's more like some weird symbiotical relationship we have going you and i...you desire to read, despite my boringness and i desire to write, despite my boringness.

you can be the zebra and i'll be the oxpecker...together, we'll keep each other occupied.

i never knew about the pb...

lousy day at work.
confusing.

good conversation with a friend.
uplifting.

at the end of the day, i like to feel like it all evens out...today, it has.