Saturday, July 31, 2010
100 years
To be true to my inner romantic, I must admit that my heart clings to the idea of everlasting love. I want to marry and have kids and be happy with the same person for a lifetime. Unfortunately, I've been growing up in a world where that's not really the norm anymore.
I have no problem with divorce. My parents divorced, and they are much happier for it. But that's not something I want. I'm not trying to say that anyone wants divorce, but that scares me. The idea of giving away my heart and then taking it back or, worse, getting it handed back to me broken, is a scary idea. So in this cynical bubble I create for myself, it's quite lovely to celebrate 50 years of love and life together.
My grandparents drive each other crazy sometimes, but they do love each other, and they match each other quite well.
Now I must go get cleaned up for dinner. I have to grab a shower before it's stolen by someone else. 10 people going out to dinner = lots of showers necessary.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sleepin' is all I wanna do
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Material world
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Make 'em laugh
Enjoy, and, as always, cheers,
Monday, July 26, 2010
Simple
As I mentioned yesterday, my cousin Thomas has a plan to get me a boyfriend, because, according to him, I need one. When I was here in New Jersey earlier this summer, I accompanied Thomas to his weekly Magic tournament at the Jersey Shore Hobby Store. It is with one of the nice young men that I am supposed to fall madly in love with. Over dinner yesterday night, Thomas shared his plan with me. I am going to recount the conversation for you.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Eyes of a child
I love seeing babies interact with the world around them. Their innocence and their ability to be inspired (more like entertained) by almost everything and everyone around them is so amazing. I love seeing the wonder in their eyes. And it makes me jealous a little bit. Babies are experiencing everything so freshly and newly, so everything is unexpected and beautiful and wonderful. However, you get to your teenage years and, instead of watching the world through a lens of innocence, you see it through a web of pessimism.
The joy of an infant's laugh is so pure. The humor that amuses them is pure. We hide behind sarcasm and dark wordplay. I guess my main point is that I think we as adults (or teenagers close to adulthood) should take our cues from the infants every once in a while. Try genuinely being interested in everything around you for a whole day. No wonder babies need naps!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Relax
Friday, July 23, 2010
I was meant for the stage
Thursday, July 22, 2010
We are family
Sisters
that’s what they call us.
they couldn’t be farther
from the truth.
my instant opinions, your hesitant ones
your optimism, my pessimism
my extrovert, your introvert
your cat, my dog
my long grudges, your quick forgiveness
your patience, my impatience
my energy, your weariness
your carefulness, my recklessness
my locked doors, your openness.
Two peas in a pod?
hardly…
though…
our reading and writing
our intelligence
our procrastination and perfectionism
our hobbies, our school, our singing, our drama
our protectiveness
our harmonies
our similarities
and our differences.
Two peas in a pod?
maybe.
But I prefer to simply say,
sisters.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Time is a healer
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
We know that we will always be around
So make your friends happy you chose them. And make sure they know you're happy they chose you back.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Ring around the rosie
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm a loser baby
They made an effort, but the distancing feeling was enhanced when, at the start of 7th grade, two things happened. One, a new girl came to the school. She was definitely "cool." And she was, more importantly, not like me at all. She fit into the place that, for a while, I had thought was being saved for me. I realize now that I didn't miss anything by not fitting in. As expressed here and here, I was not your average cookie cutter pre-teen girl. Secondly, the new girl, me, and another boy in our grade, were moved up to take classes with the 8th graders.
I didn't really feel like a swan though, even after the transformation into high school.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Nothing ever dies
Tingling, tingling, tingling. Then nothing. A ghost? A shadow of who I was? I cannot be me any longer. A shadow. Invisible. I must be. I disappear. I cannotwillnotshall not m u s t n o t b e.
The alien part of me; the me part of me; all of me. I disappear. It’s better this way. I cannot see me. I see.
Ground.
I see.
A faint silhouette. All that remains of what was once a person sister daughter protector provider.
Fading. I smile. A Cheshire Cat, a sardonic smile, the last thing to leave. The last thing to be visible.
I stand.
Feel the ground beneath my feet. Taste the wind. but I am not “I” any longer. Hollow. Nothingness.
Because you can’t hate nothing.
You can’t blame nothing.
Nothing can’t feel shame, sorrow, guilt, grief, pain, failure.
Nothing can’t think feel touch want wish cry shout yell scream hate love die live remember forget.
You can’t hurt nothing.
Nothing can.
- July 17, 2010
So that's it right now. This is the third draft with the prompt I was given, but I haven't really edited edited, more like cut certain parts to make it more general. I need to shorten it.
I think we've all felt like disappearing at one time or another though. It's an interesting thought. The idea of escaping into nothingness because nothing can hurt nothing. I think stuff like this needs to be expressed, and I'm so glad that I have a form in which I can do that. Sorry again about yesterday's post fail. At least today's (actual today today's) is my own thoughts and words rather than someone else's.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
America's on sale
[america's on sale]
ATTENTION SHOPPERS!!!
attention 9 to 5 folk, cell-phone masses,
the up and coming classes.
attention sports-utility,
plastic-surgery suburbanites,
viagra-popping, gucci-shopping urbanites.
attention george-clooney loonies,
promise-keeper sheep,
stockbroker sleep-walkers,
big investment talkers,
ricki lake-watchers.
attention walmart congregation,
shop til you drop generation,
ATTENTION NATION!
AMERICA’S ON SALE!
We’ve unstocked the welfare pantry
to restock the wall street gentry
it’s economically elementary
because values don’t pay,
yes, american dreams are on permanent layaway!
(there was limited availability anyway)
the statue of liberty is being dismantled,
ten dollars a piece to sit on your mantle
or hang on your wall
by the small somalian child
you bought from sally struthers
sisters and brothers, it’s now or never,
these deals won’t last forever-
AMERICA’S ON SALE!
(restrictions may apply if you’re black, gay or female)
And shoppers!
global perspective is ninety-ninety percent off
cause most of the world don’t count to us.
our ethic inventory is low
because moral business has been slow,
the values-company is moving to mexico--
and ALL ETHICS MUST GO!
It’s a remote control America that’s on sale
because standing up for justice can’t compare
to clicking through it from a lazy chair--
Answer: jerry, montel, oprah
Question: folks who really care!
for a million dollars!
in this new mcveggie burger world order
where the mainstream scene has an alternative theme.
where national health care is one hundred percent off!
and medicare is in the fifty percent bin,
so you can buy--half an operation
when AMERICA’S ON SALE!
There’s a close-out bid to determine
which religion will win
all the neon flashing signs of sin.
the Christian Coalition is bidding high
shoppers, you ask WHY?!
who needs a higher power when you’ve got
the purchasing power
to corner and market
one human mold.
That’s right - Real family values
are being UNDERSOLD!!
And it’s open hunting season for the NRA!
there’s a special oozie discount-- only today!
Gun control?! We say--
F--- it! Blow it all away!
Because inflation is up on the CEO ego
and power is deflated as far as we go:
Nike bought the revolution,
and law schools bought the constitution!
Tommy Hilfiger bought the red, white, and blue,
(a flag shirt for fifty dollars,
the one being burned is you!)
Marlboro bought what it means to be a man,
Lexus equals power- so get it while you can.
Maybelline bought beauty,
New York bought Rudy Guiliani,
Mastercard Gold bought the national soul
Broadway bought talent and called it CATS!
the Republicans bought out the Democrats-
they liquidated all asses in a fat white donkey sale-
now it’s buy one shmuck, get one shmuck free
in the capitalist party!
And there’s nothing left to get in the way
of a full blue-light blow-out
of the U.S. of A!
there’s a no-nothing back guarantee,
a zero-year warranty,
when you buy this land of the fritos, ruffles, lays..
this home of the braves, the chiefs, the reds, the slaves!
so call 1-800- i don’t care about shit
or www.F--- ALL OF IT!
to receive your credit for the fate of our nation-
(call now! Interest is at an all-time low)
But hurry shoppers!
because america’s being downsized, citizens,
and you’re all fired.
©2001 Alix Olson.
Chipper, no?
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
PS, I'm not sure why, maybe just because I was in a hurry, but this didn't publish yesterday. So today you get yesterdays and todays posts.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
"C" is for cookie...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Somewhere in time
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sorrow
Monday, July 12, 2010
Love is...
What does Love mean?
A group of professionals posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds.
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even after his hands got arthritis too. That's love.” Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.” Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.” Noelle- 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and I saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.” Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine-age 5
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with someone who you hate.” Nikka- age 6
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Passacaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry."
(This is T.A.D. again)
I think the innocence and purity of children is amazing when held in contrast with the wisdom and kindness that young ones can show. This is my favorite example of that, and these are some of my favorite definitions of love.
I'll make a real post tomorrow. Now I must go to bed before my dog gets too comfortable and makes me sleep on the floor. (She'll try too)
Cheers,
T.A.D.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Portrait of a girl
Saturday, July 10, 2010
It's so hard
Friday, July 9, 2010
Footprints on my heart
Plus I've been meaning to put some more poetry on here for a while. Once again, I would like to make a disclaimer stating the fact that I wrote this poem in freshman year, though I do quite like the concept. So, if you like, constructive criticism away! No further comment.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
There's no one else to blame
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Secret candy
Monday, July 5, 2010
Listen to your heart
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The bombs bursting in air
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Hard day's night
I've had a long day and it isn't even over yet. I only have sixteen minutes to write a decent blog post. At six, a close and wonderful family friend is coming over and we are celebrating his birthday by eating a delicious chicken pie outside in the sunshine.
Friday, July 2, 2010
You can't always get what you want
No matter. My point remains the same. You can't walk around expecting the world to give you what you want. In life, you have to try to get things, and to get places too. You don't just stand outside your house expecting to get to the movies, unless of course you are obscenely rich and have a limo driver named Bob with a suit. If you are obscenely rich, go ahead and ignore this blog post. If not, and you are like normal people who have to make an effort, please, keep reading.
If we don't expect to get places without effort, it seems common sense to expect that effort would also be needed to get things. Whether it's something you can buy, like a book, or something someone gives you, like help, if you don't at least ask, there's as likely a chance of a snowball surviving in hell as you actually getting it. I've learned that this rule applies to both the material and the intangible. Today I'd like to talk about the intangible more.
If you're like me, but I hope for your own sake that you aren't, asking can be the hardest part sometimes. I have far too much pride for my own good, and far too much of the family stubbornness. Often asking for help repulses me to the point that it's easier to do whatever it is I need help with on my own. I've learned, however, that asking for help usually makes more sense, and I've been making an effort to do it more often. Sometimes, I've had to concede, there are things you can't do by yourself. It's not just asking for help that's tough though. Sometimes I find that I get so worried about being rejected that I merely won't ask. This seems like a good idea, right? If you don't ask you don't have a chance of being rejected. However, the never-ending questioning that comes after that, and the glimpse of a future full of "what if"s and "if only"s is even worse.
The point is though, that you have to ask. Even if you think it'll hurt. Because of my family situation, my grandfather never came out to visit us. He would even make sure that he and my grandmother were away whenever my step-mom would come with us to the beach house where we vacation. However, last summer I worked up the courage to ask him something. I asked him to come out for my graduation. He agreed. It was all heightened by the fact that he was undergoing surgery for stomach cancer soon, so I basically made him promise on what could have been his death bed. Luckily it wasn't, and this year when I graduated, he was there to capture every minute of it on film.
If I hadn't asked him to come, he wouldn't have. He didn't come for my sister's graduation, and I truly believe he regrets that now.
I've had a few opportunities in the recent past that have taught me that maybe it's okay to ask more often. I guess that while I've had the whole "you have to sing for your supper" thing down for the tangible things, it's been a little harder for me with the immaterial things. Those are the more important ones. And they often require the most effort. But they also offer the most reward.
When I started this post I actually had a good idea of where it was going, but I ended up here. As I warned in my first post ever on this site, I'm kind of a verbal thinker, so I think as I write.
I think I said what I wanted to say though. For the most part.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.