Goodbye, heart

Windows cranked open. B is gone again. This space feels good. This soft throw I slept under feels good.

Last night was almost too much fun. Just a group of women in a semi circle, laughing over and over again.

I am going to stomp my foot to the fiddle and the guitar this evening. Wild horses couldn't make me stay away.


I like how it makes me
feel.
How I feel it in
the back of my
throat,
throbbing at my temple,
in the webbing of tiny vein
at my wrists.

How do I print?

Um, can someone help me with Office 2007?

Seriously.

Hello?

Tucker calls me this morning to tell me "Guess where Trevor is? The emergency room because his foot is broken, maybe, because he jumped off the deck last night playing ditch at the birthday party. But, I am going to Belfield to watch the parade, so I just wanted to tell you that. Mom gave me twenty bucks, you know how I run through money. Bye!"

And then yesterday, I couldn't find my car in the Hy-Vee parking lot because of my damn SD plates. I walked by my stupid car about fifty gazillion times.

And then a few days ago, I was cleaning the house and I thought I was actually Febreze-ing all the furniture and carpets, but it turns out I was really Wrinkle Release-ing them.

Dear Drivers of Vtown:

Here's a thought:

Learn how to share the _____ road with someone on a _____ bike!

Jesus Christ.

I am on a bike. My bike weighs probably 20 pounds. You are in a vehicle.

There's that old saying, "anything with more lugnuts will win." Guess
the ____ what? I don't even have lugnuts! (I don't think.) So, you win!

Good for you, you _____ in a ____ two-ton SUV. You don't have to speed by me, or honk at me, or anything. I know you are in a hurry to get to the McDonald's drive-thru. Clearly you are ____ superior.

I fear for my life nearly every time I venture out on to the road;
give me a ____ break, huh?

Please do not speed by me only to turn at the next stop.
Please look out your side windows before pulling out of your driveway.
Please do not hang out behind me driving 10 miles an hour because you think it's polite--it's ____ creepy.
Please do not watch me slam my brakes on at a four-way, and then wave me through. I will take my turn.
Don't you ____ wave me through. I swear to God, I am this ____ close to throwing down, _____.

If you have to wait 3 seconds until it's safe (for all involved) to pass me, then please wait.

I don't like driving on the sidewalks. I realize bikes don't belong on the sidewalks.

But, for ____ sake, you need to start seeing past your ____ steering wheel.

Sincerely,

Girl on Bike Who Hates You

Camera Happy

Fresh veggies from our garden, baked goods, and pianos.


Mmm ... tomatoes and peppers:




Mmm ... colorful:




Mmm ... Bridge made banana muffins:




Mmm ... piano in the living room:

Oy.

Thank you all for your thoughts on candles and TP.

I guess I should have expressed that those questions had right answers:

1. I do not do vanilla/sugar cookie/warm apple pie/glazed donut/iced mocha coffee cake/peach cobbler/raspberry sorbet/cinnamon/pumpkin pie/butterscotch candy/ birthday cake/ scented candles. I like grasses, sandalwoods, green teas. Please change your tastes to line up more with mine, hmmkay?

2. Toilet paper always goes over the top. And I will change it at your house if given the chance. I am that tactless.

I have decided to be more like my socks. They do not eff around:




If you care (again) to participate, how much do you love green olives?

(Word to the frat boys back in town: No one pops their collars anymore. Leave your collars be. Now.)

Audience Participation

I need to know your thoughts on:

1. Candles that smell like baked goods (or any ingredient you would use while baking).

2. Toilet paper. Do you prefer the roll's tissue squares to hang over or under? Or don't you care?

Please let me know.

Thank you for you participation!