Friday, June 30, 2006

Por Que?!?!?!

Bob and I have been getting ready for the 4th. Our first stop was to Closet-to-Closet to get a new shirt for Bob. Then to Kessler's for foods. We got fruit and carrots to take to my uncle's lake cabin and ham and cheese and turkey for sandwiches. (Even better than mutton. :P) It was fun, because everyone was shopping. Usually before a big holiday, there's all kinds of peopleob , but on holidays like Christmas or Thanksgiving, it's mostly a bunch of stressed out cranky women trying to figure out how to impress their mother-in-laws. Today, I think everyone was happy that it was Friday and that they weren't going to have to go back to work until Wednesday. So most people were walking around all, "Yay!" There's nothing like being packed in a grocery store with a lot of happy people. Bob was saying hi to people left and right. I even knew a few. Plus, there was massive amounts of foods, because the Kessler brothers are smart people who know that people buy lots of foods right before the 4th of July. It was a beautiful thing indeed. But this happy story soon takes a tragic turn. (Sorry, I'm watching the weather channel, it's dramatic, there are tsunamis.) I went to go pick up some Vanilla Coke. Much to my dismay, it wasn't there. I searched high and low. I found Coke, Cherry Coke, Coke with Lime, Coke Zero, Diet Coke, Diet Cherry Coke, Diety Coke with Lime. (I'm surpised they don't have a Diet Coke Zero! What's the difference anyway? Personally, I think Coke Zero tastes better than Diet Coke. But they both have no calories, no fat, no suagr.) And there was the offending Black Cherry Vanilla Coke (and it's diet counter part.) It sat their mocking me. It's vanilla goodness masked by the black cherry. WHYFOR?! After searching and searching, Bob finally said, "I don't think it's here." At that point, I looked at the celling and yelled, "POR QUE DIOS? POR QUE?!" The thousand people around me seemed amused. One lady even stopped to help, but it was to no avail. Our next stop was Office Max to return incorrect ink and get the right stuff. Then to Target for face wash and to see if they had Vanilla Coke. Guess what I found? THE SAME STUFF THAT THEY HAD AT KESSLER'S!!! I asked the sales lady and she said she hadn't seen Vanilla Coke for a really long time. A very dejected Phantom left that Target, believe you me. As we headed back home, Bob pulled into a gas station. There was no Vanilla Coke there either. But I did get a Krispy Kreme. That helped ease the pain some. After we got home, I checked the Coca-Cola web site and Vanilla Coke is still listed as a product in the US. I don't understand! I'm drinking one of the offending Black Cherry Vanilla Cokes. Bob wanted them. I feel like a traitor.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006


I've noticed my last few blog posts have been kind of heavy. So I thought I'd post something kind of silly that I've been pondering for some time now. So here is my big confession. I love the Geico gecko!! I mean really, there's not much cuter than a little gecko on TV trying to sell car insurance. I think he may even be cuter than (24 fans, cover your ears) Keifer Sutherland. I know. I know. That's a pretty big claim. But I think I can back it up.

Much cuteness. Much more cuteness.

And check out his bike!

Of course I want free pie and chips. It's pie, with chips, for free!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

In The Middle

I'm definitely not a middle child. And I think I will NEVER learn how to spell definitely on my own. (Sorry, that is something that has frustrated me for quite some time now.) Anyway, as I was saying, not a middle child. Usually not in the middle of things. I am enough choleric that I usually see things fairly black and white. Someone is right or wrong. I want to do something or not. But a fight between two of my friends showed me that it's not always that way. I don't know why I'm taking it so hard, because they were never really friends. I think the thing that's hardest for me, is that neither of them seem wrong. (Granted neither of them seem much right either! :P) I feel like Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof. "He's right and he's right." "What do you mean? They can't both be right." "You're right." Ahhh!!

And not just in the little things. I've always known what I wanted to do with my life. Up until I was 14 or 15, I wanted to be a veterinarian. Then I hit a little thing called advanced math. I realized that I was mildly good at writing and pretty good at history. After a brief, and I do mean brief, period of confusion, I finally decided that I either wanted to teach English to high schoolers or history to college students. I was going to join the National Guard and go to SDSU. Then I found out about Christendom. So my college changed. Then I got sick and couldn't join the Guards. Pretty much as soon as I got to Christendom, I realized English was not for me. This year I realized that I really liked philosophy and maybe I didn't like history so much. *shrug* Plans changed again. This time, it isn't so black and white. It's weird not having a plan.

I wrote all this earlier in the evening. I took a break and walked the dog. It was getting a little too, this-is-my-life, for my taste. My poor dog. He's been getting really fat and I don't think he's ever walked that much in his whole life. Well, I take that back, he accompanied me a few times on my Army training runs. Anyway, I wondered around for awhile trying to figure out what in the hell I was going to do with my life. After awhile I realized that I don't know. I just don't know. But after wandering around some more, I realized that it was ok. I'm not saying that I should be a bum my whole life and live on my mother's couch. But I don't need to move out any time soon. I do have a home. (See one of my very first posts on this stupid blog.) And even if I don't know what the plan for my life is, I know that there is one. I started thinking about going to doctor after doctor. That got me thinking about my biology teacher, who has skin cancer. Today she told us that she can barely get through class and then get home to her couch before she collapses. Tears sprang to my eyes, because I could see in her the same weariness and hopelessness I have felt so many times. As I was thinking this, I realized I was walking in the direction of Sacred Heart Cemetery. I decided to go visit my aunt. I hadn't been to her grave since she was burried six years ago. After battling breast cancer for almost six years, with a young daughter, I figured she'd know a thing or two about the uncertaincies of life. As I neared the street that I needed to turn on to get to the cemetery, I noticed a sign that said No Outlet. I chuckled to myself about the irony of a cemetery being on a dead end. Once I got there, I wasn't able to find her grave site. Not supprising, since I'd only been there once and that was six years ago. But it was really awesome to walk through the cemetery. Finally it was getting dark, and as I walked home, I realized the sign was wrong. There was to an outlet. There might be bodies in the ground awaiting the Second Coming, but their determinate dimensions were somewhere else. Yup. One day at a time.

Friday, June 16, 2006

I'm Sorry!

It's been almost a week since my last post. And what a week it has been! I've now finished one month of biology in four days. Yea. It's been fun. The next three weeks will contain three more months worth of bio. W00t. Actually, I'm enjoying it a lot. I really like biology (although I have to say I'm not a fan of chemistry) and I'm really enjoying my lab partners. Hehehe. But that's all I'll say about that!

Maggie, Robyn, and Eric came over last night, because I didn't have class today and Maggie and Robyn didn't have to work. We had a "this is the end of the week for us" party. Except poor Eric had to be at work at 8 the next morning. So he left "early." (1:30 am.) Robyn had the bright idea to rent Date Movie, the unrated version. So after Eric went all responsible on us, we watched it. Blech. I am SO GLAD I didn't watch that movie in theaters with Matt. Ahhh!!! Matt, if you haven't seen it yet, DON'T! It was so stupid and sick I could have just barfed on it. Anyway, after that we conked out. Maggie got the couch, Robyn the love seat, and I, legal resident of the house, got a bed. We got up around 10 or so. Well, except for Maggie who got up earlier to let in a poor, locked out Bob. Sorry Bob! Anyway, we ended up watching The Price Is Right. Can't say I've ever seen that show, so it was a learning experience for me. I don't think I'll be watching it much, but it was interesting. I was surprised that Bob didn't mind us sprawled all over the living room, and I do mean all over it. I even got part of a chicken taryaki (Is that how you speel that?) Subway sandwich. Robyn then insisted on making herself presentable before we headed out to Perkins. *shaking head* I don't know what that girl's going to do in college.

In other news, Phantom keeps moving up in the world of technology. My friend Basil (Not to be confused with Basil Howe, who is a different person entirely.) is my new hero for the summer. Basil helped me hook Gunter up to my TV, something I've been wanting to do, evern since I met Champ. Ironically, this is a project that Basil Howe had been helping me with (sort of) before I got home for the summer. But as, he is in New York, and my hero-friend Basil is in SD with me. I believe I shall leave myself in the competent hands of my Basil friends when it comes to technology. And Ryan and Colin. And Andrew. I love that my friends are smart. Also, I think my hero-friend Basil needs a nickname. I would give a nickname to Basil Howe, but well, that is his nickname. That is one of my projects for the summer. Anothe being paying him back. Most likely done with food. And chew?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

No One Knows

I lay down on the wet lawn
Too tired to go on.
People walkin’ by
They keep walkin’,
Pretty soon their gone.

No one knows what it’s like to be me.
No one knows what I live with.
No one sees how much I want to be free
Or how much I want to do.

Go to class, sit at home
Talkin’ to my friends on the phone.
Mom comes in,
Asks where I’ve been.
No where, not today.

No one knows what it’s like to be me.
No one knows what I live with.
No one sees how much I want to be free
Or how much I want to do.

I see you sittin’ on the grass,
I see you in biology class.
And I wonder what you do.

‘Cause no one knows what it’s like to be you.
No one knows what you live with.
No one sees how much you want to be free
Or how much you want to do.

No one knows, no one knows.
No one knows, no one knows.

Everyday people keep walkin’ on by
I think about their pain
I don’t know, and you don’t know
Maybe they don’t know.

Yea, no one knows what it’s like to be them.
No one knows what they live with.
No one sees how much they want to be free
Or how much they want to do.

No one knows, no one knows,
How much they want to do.

No one knows, no one knows.
How much you want to be free.

No one knows, no one knows,
What it’s like to be me.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Her Thoughts In The Morning

The morning doves are cooing
Singing love songs in the trees.
The sun is slowly waking,
Bringing the earth forth, from its knees.

The pain, the sorrow, it isn’t here
It’s somewhere far away.
There is peace in nature, birds, but no deer.
She watches and wonders what to say.

Many things happen in this life that we live,
Unthinkable joy and terrible sorrow
Are what await those that are willing to give
Their heart for keeps or even to borrow.

He is the noble one , who, when burned and hurt
Dusts himself off and gives once more
A rose springs forth from the ashes and dirt,
The fire has strengthened it’s very core.

Perhaps knowledge could ease his pain,
It might help him to know the truth,
He did not love in vain,
And this she could say forsooth.

He is wise and stronger than he thinks,
For he knows that the love was true,
Even though now to despair he sinks,
Because his heart is broken through and through.

Their time may have past,
There is no hope for them now.
Though they will be friends to the last,
To their Maker they must bow.

The morning has come, they parted long ago.
Here she sits and thinks of those things he ought to know.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

A Bit Different Than Elmo. . .

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