some days I sit and wish I was a kid again...

This morning while walking mi perrito lindo, I walked past the elemantary school down my block and saw two straight lines of exhuberantly excited children (about 6th grade I believe) getting on a school bus. Eager and anxious to leave school on a field trip, their eyes aglow, happy to get away from Math & US History if just for the day. They were happily chattering and laughing in such a way that made me remember my fond field trip days. As I walked away I couldn't help but wonder where they were off to, remebering all my field trips: the zoo, the state capital, a Shakespeare play, or my favorites of all time: The Museum of Science and Industry and the Museum of Contemporary Art.

Maybe I will throw some Ahmad on my ipod and reminisce of the "back in days" as I drift of to sleep.

snapshot of love

Love is not storybook romance
It’s you snoring beside me
Eyes closed
Dick hard
As I trace my fingers around your chin
Your lips turn up like a child
Unconsciously telling me you sense my presence
My love engulfing you even in dream state
A picture perfect moment in time
I will never forget
And you will never remember

fleeting time weaves its little web around me

It's getting late but I am attempting to enjoy what is left of my 5 day mini vacation away from my job. I just refuse to go to bed early lest I lose some valuable R&R time. It’s not an official vacation by any means: not like I am sitting on the beach in Jamaica drinking a frosty drink watching the tide roll in OR roaming the streets of Paris taking the sights. Instead, I have been at home the last few days enjoying the more simple things in life. You know, doing all the things that always seem to escape me during the daily grind of life…like going to the local library to score some good reads, working on my house doing by doing some painting, tiling, and grouting. Not to mention, I've been sleeping in late(yeah!), reading til every last page of my new book, Witch Child,was gone (by the way, I highly recommend it to one and all). Last but certainly not least, I actually have had time to play with my dog til we both collapse with sweet exhaustion, and watch independent movies til the break of dawn. This weekend alone I watched City of God, Maria Full of Grace, and a Day Without a Mexican...all wonderful movies which were tres magnifique.

Only one more tantalizing day of R&R left before I must return back to the corporate world on Thursday. Oh, if only I could just become one with my couch a few more days...ah the life.

sometimes all you need is a good cry

Times have been hard for me lately. No need to get into specifics, but last night it all hit me like a gong as I lay in bed. I gave in to deep sobs and just let my tears just flow freely for a good 10 minutes. Before I knew it, I drifted off into the deepest, most relaxing sleep I have ever had. This morning, I awoke refreshed and happy as can be.

Just goes to show ya, even though they say laughter is the best medicine, you can't forget about letting it all out with tears too...

Thank god its FRIDAY!! whoo hoo.

this is me bored

Today I have been on fire at work; solving major company wide problems, breezing through paperwork, showing up the ignorant man who got my job (can you hear the embittered tone emanating in my words?), and even helping out fellow coworkers with their issues with management. I've done so much already that here I am 3/4 through the day bored and ready for a nice long nap. Not wanting to start snoring in my cube on the floor I did the usual: checked email, ebayed, craigslisted, freecycled, and searched the news...when I realized it was Groundhog Day.

While this holiday gets nationwide attention and even has a movie named after it (the movie which by the way, unlike the holiday, is KICK ass), I had absolutely no idea where the actual holiday originated from...SO, Being the NeRd that I am, I decided to research the origins of this holiday in hopes of finding the rationale behind leaving complicated weather streams and predictions to an rat like animal with only a 39% accuracy rate over the last 118 years.

As it turns out, Hebrew tradition required mothers to be purified in the temple 40 days after giving birth to their offspring. If you bust out your mental calculators you will see February 2nd (aka groundhog day) falls exactly 40 days after x-mas, officially marking the day of the purification of the Virgin Mary. Proof exists that state the lighting of candles was part of the purification celebration and resulted in the celebration later being called Candlemas, a festival of lights and the return of spring.

So, how does this relate to the groundhog? Well, supposedly, popular folk tales said “If Candlemas be fair and bright, Winter has another flight. If Candlemas brings clouds and rain, Winter will not come again.”

So there you have it folks: a holiday with semi religious connotations reduced to.....a day where all come out to watch a fat rat like creature come out of his hole to predict the weather. All I can say is hmmm...and blah. Mary would be rolling in her grave in shame.

February 2nd's star !!

Ching..ching...hear that ?

It's the sounds of our great grandchildren’s bank accounts being ripped of their last bit of change....Is it me or is this request just plain ridiculous?

Someone should hit Bush in his fat lips for wanting more of our precious taxpayer $$ to use in pursuit of a fruitless war.

Don't you think that our money would be better utilized in helping instead of destroying? Something...oh...like helping the homeless, the tsunami victims, or AIDS efforts worldwide?

What has this nation come to ?!!!

'we are family' turned fanatical

Can somebody tell Dr. Jame Dobson to keep his fanatical, twisted views to himself and to leave Sponge Bob lovin' little kids (as well as adults much like myself) THE HELL alone ? Wasn't he the same guy that accused the telletubbies of the same thing ?? All I can say is: Sponge Bob is not gay, and even if he is, it's nobody's freggin' business except his and his boy, Patrick anyway. There are no more words which I can write for this without making a thesis out of this topic, but I did happen to read this column and feel it pretty much summarizes it all.

Article: SpongeBob caught in a squeeze play