Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
I've started writing little "poems" of these special things. And what I find so neat about them, is that the specific person will know exactly what those seemingly random words refer to!
Five examples for five of my friends (although there are so many more "poems" I could write!):
Guanche. Black Rocks.
Chaos and order.
Gypsies and Chickens.
A sunsety dance.
Strumming in blue.
Kidnappers and syrup.
"Ancient" photos. Friendship revived.
Mrs. Clause invades Starbucks.
Dancing. Flips and twirls.
New Years. Sparkle!
New Zealand. Alaska.
Terschelling then Spain.
Java and Candice.
Mischief in Spanish.
But blonde is the best.
Community to University.
Just 5 days apart
Cowboys and Indians.
Donkey pen games.
Mud fights. Fist fights.
Gawain. Gwendolena. Fiona and Robin.
Dragons and maypoles. 300 miles.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Yesterday was Freemont's Highschool Youth Group's annual broomball game....on ice. Highlights included:
- Getting to experience what a Patti-Mobile really is (i.e. 50mph turns on a 25mph sharp turn, shouting directions from the backseat, listening to jazz/rap/Christmas/talk-radio/cellphones/freshmen's chatter/etc...)
- Arriving at the ghetto ice-rink and FREEZING TO DEATH listening to the rules of the game
- Discovering how fun it is to be *super* competitive, while swinging hockey sticks and running after a 6" rubber ball, in sneakers, on ice.
- Flying over Chad after he decides to wipeout inches in front of me. Athletes have been decorated for less-than-epic feats.
- Getting beaned by hockey sticks in the head and shin (yes, I've got a beautiful sore bruise now) - but I beaned the ball a whole lot harder!!
- Playing against Sara. Sisterly competition is a blast...and slamming into each other at high speeds with no possible way to slow down is actually kinda fun. (I probably sound like some football addict at this point...)
- Free hot chocolate and doughnuts afterwards at the church
One of the not-so-fun parts was discovering that running full speed and breathing less-than-32-degree air is NOT good for my lungs....and hence had a full blown asthma attack right in the middle of the game. Competition won, however, and after a couple puffs on my InstaLife (i.e. inhaler) I decided to get right back into the intensity of the game. Well, while my team did win at first, and while the girls did tie, and while we ::nearly:: did win the last game - I suffered one of the worst asthma attacks I've had in years. And it wouldn't.go.away. Instead, my heart began to enjoy the competition and raced at a worrisome 26 beats per 10 seconds.
Sooo, we headed home, sat in front of the blazing, glowing, delicious fire and Sara, Ryan, Mark, Marcel and Chad swapped stories while I concentrated on just breathing. Duo practice was canceled and we watched 101 Dalmatians instead.
I haven't watched that movie in eons!! Goodness, I forget how great those old Disney movies are....so fun!
I found out later I actually slept through half of it though.
- Got the nicest e-mail I've gotten in a long time
- Became the official Mrs. Santa Clause for the tea shop and read to 20+ fascinated children
- Let little girls touch my Mrs. C buttons, hold my gloved hand and touch my hair with quiet awe
- Answered questions about what Santa does and doesn't like to eat
- Promptly clarified that Rudolph's nose is NOT red because he got beaten up by Dasher
- Went to Starbucks with an old, old friend...that I just met
Friday, December 19, 2008
- Making yummy brownies (Yes! Risa cooked!)
- Looking at carefully strung, twinkling Christmas lights
- Thrift store shopping!
- Registering for new classes for Spring
- Building a fire and thawing in it's blazing warmth
- Wonderful friends
- Happy Christmas music
- Intense speech and debate
- Driving around a holiday-ish city
- Hot chocolate and cider galore!
- I'm sure there's a whole lot more....life can be wonderfully mysterious sometimes.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
and then, of course, my golden glass of beer.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
* Reason for much debate
* Basis for controversial decisions
* A daunting read
* Written by brilliant men in funny white wigs
The U.S. Constitution Workbook -
* Necessary tool for the PoliSci Final on Monday
* Reason for many late night discussions/arguments/debates
* Incentive for the purhcase of eggnog, hot chocolate and butterscotch
* Inspired the discovery, "I don't have the right NOT to talk!"
* Cause of awesome laughing-fits at Starbucks
Monday, December 8, 2008
As I begin typing into the little search box, it displays 10-12 common search-words it thinks are relevant to my research - and this morning I found its "help" a bit more ammusing than usual. The follow list is a result of Google's help with my search "Why does the WTO want U.S. Cash Aid?":
Why does my eye twitch?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
quitame el aire, pero -- take the air from me, but
no me quites tu risa. -- do not take from me your laughter.
No me quites la rosa, -- Do not take away the rose,
la lanza que desgranas, -- the lanceflower that you pluck
el agua que de pronto -- the water that suddenly
estalla en tu alegria, -- bursts forth in your joy
la repentina ola -- the sudden wave
de plata que te nace. -- of silver born in you.
Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo -- My struggle is harsh and I come back
con los ojos cansados -- with eyes tired
a veces de haver visto -- at times from having seen
la tierra que no cambia, -- the unchanging earth,
pero al entrar tu risa -- but when your laughter enters
sube al cielo buscandome -- it rises to the sky seeking me
y abre para mi todas -- and it opens for me all
las puertas de la vida -- the doors of life.
Amor mio, en la hora -- My love, in the darkest
mas oscura desgrana -- hour your laughter
tu risa, y si de pronto -- opens, and if suddenly
ves que mi sangre mancha -- you see my blood staining
las piedras de la calle, -- the stones of the street,
rie, porque tu risa laugh, -- because your laughter
sera para mis manos -- will be for my hands
como una espada fresca. -- like a fresh sword.
Junto al mar en otono -- Next to the sea in the autumn,
tu risa debe alzar -- your laughter must raise
su cascada de espuma, -- its foamy cascade
y en primavera, amor, -- and in the spring, love,
quiero tu risa como -- I want your laughter like
la flor que yo esperaba, -- the flower I was waiting for,
la flor azul, la rosa -- the blue flower, the rose
de mi patria sonora. -- of my echoing country.
Riete de la noche, -- Laugh at the night,
del dia, de la luna -- at the day, at the moon,
riete de las calles -- laugh at the twisted
torcidas de la isla, -- streets of the island,
riete de este torpe -- laugh at this clumsy
muchacho que te quiere, -- boy who loves you,
pero cuando yo abro -- but when I open
los ojos y los cierro, -- my eyes and close them,
cuando mis pasos van, -- when my steps go,
cuando vuelven mis pasos, -- and when my steps return,
niegame el pan, el aire, -- deny me bread, air
la luz, la primavera, -- light, spring
pero tu risa nunca -- but never your laughter
porque me moriria. -- for I would die.