Friday, April 16, 2010
gonna order a pizza
Cause I'm too lazy to cook. How sad. Actually drove around all day visiting people and took asher to the gym and he swam. It was a pretty good day. i have the cutest picture of him feeding himself mashed potatoes, too. I'm gonna try to get it off my cell phone and onto the computer and on here. Oh, and went to my dad's house today and it was great. Which really makes me quite happy.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
concerting
Going to a concert tonight. How exciting is that? I haven't been to a concert in like, two years. Gonna see Ben Folds with my friend from work Tony. They have been giving him a hard time here because he is taking a married woman out to a concert without her husband. Seriously? Grow up, water supply.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Bad Authors
I really hate it when I read a book that is written poorly but I end up liking the characters and the story line has promise. Because I can't stop reading it, I just keep hoping it gets better. Then, oh boy, then, when I get to the end (the end of a trilogy, by the way, once you reach the third book you kinda have to finish it there, don't you think?) and you don't have an ending, don't wrap anything up, nothing, then you should be dragged out into the street with your laptop and forced to finish writing your story at gunpoint. You know who I'm talking to, Jennifer St.Clair. You pretentious bitch.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
alone
I know no one really reads this blog but I am beginning to think that my facebook account is invisible or people just don't really care. How is it that some people can write about stupid shit and still get a thousand comments on it and I go days to weeks without someone even looking at my stuff. Oh well, I guess. I just get lonely.
Monday, April 12, 2010
A long and lonely road
Try to get anything done with a baby. I dare you. If you can, you are a better person than I.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
just something I felt like writing
"How do I know that you aren't influencing me right now," she said, not looking directly at him.
"You don't, I suppose," he replied softly. "Does it matter?"
She looked at him for a moment then looked away again. "I..." she sighed. "No, probably not." She started to say something else, then stopped herself with a small shake of her head. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear without thinking about it. He reached out and took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly.
"Will I ever be free of you?" she whispered.
"What would you do if you were?" he asked her gently.
She looked down for a moment, studying the table as she thought. Looking back up at him she sighed again and said "I don't know".
"Don't know or don't want to know?" he asked. The edge of a smile played on his lips. Her head down again, she didn't respond.
They sat in in silence for a moment. She sipped at her drink. The air had condensed on the side of her glass and slowly was dripping onto the table. She played her fingers through the water on the table, avoiding his gaze.
"Do you love me?" He asked, surprising her.
She looked up at him, finally looking directly into his dark eyes. "What does it matter? I how would I know if I do or not?" She said remorsefully. "If you want me to love you, wouldn't you just make me feel that that way?"
He looked at her. She was so delicate. "I can't make you love me. Even I can't make you feel something like that." It was his turn to look down at the table and pulled his hand away from hers.
A tear streamed down her cheek. It was all the answer either of them needed. Reaching out, he took her hand again and kissed it gently. "Do you want to be free of me?"
She wiped the tear away with the back of her other hand and shook her head. For the first time since they sat down at the table she smiled at him as she pulled her hand away. Then she stood up and walked away. She didn't look back once.
Eventually he stood up and paid the bill. She was waiting for him. He didn't have to will her to do it, she wanted to be with him. He could feel it. He walked to the door, smiling wistfully.
"You don't, I suppose," he replied softly. "Does it matter?"
She looked at him for a moment then looked away again. "I..." she sighed. "No, probably not." She started to say something else, then stopped herself with a small shake of her head. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear without thinking about it. He reached out and took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly.
"Will I ever be free of you?" she whispered.
"What would you do if you were?" he asked her gently.
She looked down for a moment, studying the table as she thought. Looking back up at him she sighed again and said "I don't know".
"Don't know or don't want to know?" he asked. The edge of a smile played on his lips. Her head down again, she didn't respond.
They sat in in silence for a moment. She sipped at her drink. The air had condensed on the side of her glass and slowly was dripping onto the table. She played her fingers through the water on the table, avoiding his gaze.
"Do you love me?" He asked, surprising her.
She looked up at him, finally looking directly into his dark eyes. "What does it matter? I how would I know if I do or not?" She said remorsefully. "If you want me to love you, wouldn't you just make me feel that that way?"
He looked at her. She was so delicate. "I can't make you love me. Even I can't make you feel something like that." It was his turn to look down at the table and pulled his hand away from hers.
A tear streamed down her cheek. It was all the answer either of them needed. Reaching out, he took her hand again and kissed it gently. "Do you want to be free of me?"
She wiped the tear away with the back of her other hand and shook her head. For the first time since they sat down at the table she smiled at him as she pulled her hand away. Then she stood up and walked away. She didn't look back once.
Eventually he stood up and paid the bill. She was waiting for him. He didn't have to will her to do it, she wanted to be with him. He could feel it. He walked to the door, smiling wistfully.
slack attack
Man do I suck. No posts this weekend at all. It was busy in my defense. Had a really nice time with Ry on Friday and Saturday mom and Geoff came and rototilled my whole yard. It's gonna be a lot of work but I'm really looking forward to it. Nervous about returning back to work with John...after Betsy sent him home for insubordination on thursday everything is gonna be really tense around the office.
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