Why did we buy a converter box, exactly? So I can watch pixel-ly, blocky, "searching for signal" television? Awesome.
Two hours of yard work today has me down for the count. Weeded, watered, trimmed, weedwacked, mowed, swept. If my entire lawn wasn't all clover, I would probably say it's the best on the block. From a distance, it's all green, though, so whatev. I'll settle for 4th best on the block.
My friend J. wrote to me that she had an "emotional hangover" and that's probably the most perfect phrase. I've felt like that on many occasions--when I feel I've acted like a jackass, like a flirt, like an exhibitionist, like the girls I usually cannot handle. But, this weekend was fun, and I like to dance.
My wisdom teeth come out tomorrow. One more thing I've worried about the past 6 years, crossed off the list. Praise the Lord and pass the nitrous oxide. I'll be hunkered down for the next few days, but you are certainly welcome to come over and watch Entourage and Lost with me. I'll be on the couch; you can have the chair. I plan on being a huge burden to B. She plans on it, too.
Overheard at the wedding dance last night:
"I totally have frizzy hair right now, but, like, it's blonde, so, like, you can't really tell."
Should I grill or grill for dinner tonight? I think I'll grill.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Rocky Mountain High
The trip to Rocky Mountain National Park was, how you say, amazing. Beautiful and clean and overwhelming and invigorating.
Our arrival to the park:

Me on the Overlook:

Maybe I am rock climbing. Maybe I am posing:

On the trail:

We hiked into Adams Falls. Absolutely gorgeous:

Bridge Meriwhether Lewis'ing it up:

After a day on the trails and driving across Trail Ridge Road, we walked around the town of Grand Island. Here, Bridge went a'huntin':

After town, we picked up some locally brewed beer and had dinner at our campsite:

The view from the opening of our tent. During the night, I got up to use the bathroom, and when I unzipped the tent door, the night sky, full of stars, was about thee inches in front of my face. Bridge is pretty sure we were in the Milky Way.

We had a visitor when we woke the next morning:

One the final shots of the Rockies:

We took the Nebraska highways home and went through all sorts if little towns. We were looking for a dive to eat at, and we found one. God Bless America:

I've got a bazillion more pictures, but I think these are the most fun. My first trip to the Rockies was one for the record books.
Our arrival to the park:
Me on the Overlook:
Maybe I am rock climbing. Maybe I am posing:
On the trail:
We hiked into Adams Falls. Absolutely gorgeous:
Bridge Meriwhether Lewis'ing it up:
After a day on the trails and driving across Trail Ridge Road, we walked around the town of Grand Island. Here, Bridge went a'huntin':
After town, we picked up some locally brewed beer and had dinner at our campsite:
The view from the opening of our tent. During the night, I got up to use the bathroom, and when I unzipped the tent door, the night sky, full of stars, was about thee inches in front of my face. Bridge is pretty sure we were in the Milky Way.
We had a visitor when we woke the next morning:
One the final shots of the Rockies:
We took the Nebraska highways home and went through all sorts if little towns. We were looking for a dive to eat at, and we found one. God Bless America:
I've got a bazillion more pictures, but I think these are the most fun. My first trip to the Rockies was one for the record books.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
You Better Think (Think)
This week has been a quiet one. B has been gone since last Thursday. Before that, I was gone for nearly 3 weeks. July has been a bit lonesome. I probably shouldn't have subjected myself to Ricky Nelson's "Lonesome Town" all week, but eh, what are you gonna do? I realized that on Sunday, the only words I said to 4 other adults were "hello" and "peace be with you." From 11 am on, I was silent. I think it's been ok. The dialogue constantly running in my head keeps me company.
In all this silence, I've been thinking about so much lately; mainly, I've been thinking about my family at home and how I want to merge them with this family I've created with Bridget and her immediate family. I have to tell my parents, hell, tell everyone. I have to, have to, have to. I do believe it's evident when I go home how happy I am: nice place to live, a wonderful job, local success as a poet, fantastic friends, a supportive chair and department. I just need to tell them. I want them to know that I'm a catch, damn it, and that I've caught a catch. It's just, how do I say it? Am I ready to see the disappointment/disgust in their faces? Probably not. Then again, what child is? So, just why the hell not just do it? Sometimes I wish I had a family who hated each other, who never talked, and who couldn't care less about each other's lives. A family who didn't spend every holiday or weekend mashed together.
So, ok, clearly, I don't really wish that. I'm always just looking for the easy way out.
2 summers ago, Bridget bought me a silver band at a funky downtown store, and I was always worried about what she thought it meant. I was very adamant about the ring only meaning that I was her "fun, sexy girlfriend" and she got me a "fun, sexy girlfriend ring." The ring is one of the first things I put on each morning and the last thing I take off each night. This beat up, scuffed, scratched, loose band has turned into much more. I'm getting older, more financially secure each month, Iowa is only 30 miles away ... everyone's having babies, and I think I want in on that action, too.
Ugh. And, after all this, I still have a lot to think about. Ugh. Aren't you tired of me thinking things to death? Elvis was right, "a little less conversation, lot more action."
My flight to Colorado leaves tomorrow morning. I'll get to see my girl and get out of head and get into the mountains. I think that will be pretty good.
In all this silence, I've been thinking about so much lately; mainly, I've been thinking about my family at home and how I want to merge them with this family I've created with Bridget and her immediate family. I have to tell my parents, hell, tell everyone. I have to, have to, have to. I do believe it's evident when I go home how happy I am: nice place to live, a wonderful job, local success as a poet, fantastic friends, a supportive chair and department. I just need to tell them. I want them to know that I'm a catch, damn it, and that I've caught a catch. It's just, how do I say it? Am I ready to see the disappointment/disgust in their faces? Probably not. Then again, what child is? So, just why the hell not just do it? Sometimes I wish I had a family who hated each other, who never talked, and who couldn't care less about each other's lives. A family who didn't spend every holiday or weekend mashed together.
So, ok, clearly, I don't really wish that. I'm always just looking for the easy way out.
2 summers ago, Bridget bought me a silver band at a funky downtown store, and I was always worried about what she thought it meant. I was very adamant about the ring only meaning that I was her "fun, sexy girlfriend" and she got me a "fun, sexy girlfriend ring." The ring is one of the first things I put on each morning and the last thing I take off each night. This beat up, scuffed, scratched, loose band has turned into much more. I'm getting older, more financially secure each month, Iowa is only 30 miles away ... everyone's having babies, and I think I want in on that action, too.
Ugh. And, after all this, I still have a lot to think about. Ugh. Aren't you tired of me thinking things to death? Elvis was right, "a little less conversation, lot more action."
My flight to Colorado leaves tomorrow morning. I'll get to see my girl and get out of head and get into the mountains. I think that will be pretty good.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Home again
I brought home farm eggs from my time spent in North Dakota, and this morning, I whipped two up with dill fresh from my herb garden in the backyard and some feta that Bridge always makes sure we have.
Delicious. I never ate a store bought egg for the first 18 years of my life, and the first time I had one, it was disappointing.
At the farmer's market yesterday, I scored with some lettuce, zucchini, and cucumbers. I have a big bowl of fresh lettuce in the fridge with chopped dill, and life is good. Summer is good.
NoDak was nice. Aside from the tornadoes, things were relaxing. It's wonderful to be home, again, though Bridge just left for Utah so she can show everyone how revolutionary her study of plants is. I'm going to meet her out in Colorado late next week, and we are going to spend a few days in Rocky Mountain National Park. She found some great trails that I can't wait to hit. Just a few days outside with the mountains and the girl before the whirlwind rush of the school year starts again.
Last night at Eagles karaoke, we met a girl who is:
a cage fighter
a roller derby grrl
waaayyyyy too rough
Good God.
I'm off to swim now. Then to sit on the warm concrete with my latest, greatest book. I love being back home.
Delicious. I never ate a store bought egg for the first 18 years of my life, and the first time I had one, it was disappointing.
At the farmer's market yesterday, I scored with some lettuce, zucchini, and cucumbers. I have a big bowl of fresh lettuce in the fridge with chopped dill, and life is good. Summer is good.
NoDak was nice. Aside from the tornadoes, things were relaxing. It's wonderful to be home, again, though Bridge just left for Utah so she can show everyone how revolutionary her study of plants is. I'm going to meet her out in Colorado late next week, and we are going to spend a few days in Rocky Mountain National Park. She found some great trails that I can't wait to hit. Just a few days outside with the mountains and the girl before the whirlwind rush of the school year starts again.
Last night at Eagles karaoke, we met a girl who is:
a cage fighter
a roller derby grrl
waaayyyyy too rough
Good God.
I'm off to swim now. Then to sit on the warm concrete with my latest, greatest book. I love being back home.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Headed Home...
... and looking forward to it.
Gonna hang with the fam, the friends, the farmers, and the Ukrainians.
See you laters, gators.
Gonna hang with the fam, the friends, the farmers, and the Ukrainians.
See you laters, gators.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Things I Get Asked At The Pool
What's your name?
Where are your kids?
Do you have a husband?
Can you tighten my goggles?
Wanna see my towel?
Did you bring any snacks?
Can you loosen my goggles?
Do you want to watch me go down the slide?
Can you take me down the slide?
Do you have any pool toys?
Are you over 18?
Do you know you have a big butt?
Where are your kids?
Do you have a husband?
Can you tighten my goggles?
Wanna see my towel?
Did you bring any snacks?
Can you loosen my goggles?
Do you want to watch me go down the slide?
Can you take me down the slide?
Do you have any pool toys?
Are you over 18?
Do you know you have a big butt?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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