Monday, May 14, 2012

Just because...

There aren't too many things more contagious than a slurpee on a hot day. Say what you will about a yawn, the flu, or any number of STD's that I have been so blessed as to avoid...there is just something irresistible about seeing a slurpee being sucked down through a neon colored straw, pursed between a pair of lips that are both smiling and frowning at the same time, (which is hard to do considering the natural formation of the sucking lips is a frown), revealing itself in the eyes of the inner child that holds the cup. It doesn't matter how many years have gone by since you had your first sip, slurpees don't get old. It doesn't matter how many brain freezes you have experienced, you will go back for more. And it doesn't matter how shitty of a day you or someone else close to you may have had...the coca-cola with slight cherry-infused slurpee will consistently take the edge off just a little bit...typically enough to drag a smile out from within, where you may have forgotten that you left it a while back.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Drumroll...

...welcome to the "hit this" blogroll, Jill.

Catching up on you and Chelsea via this format is a better-than-mediocre decision.

Hot sauce?

I was just going to break off while I eat my lunch and post a quick update about how awesome my kids are, but you already know all that, and since it might be getting a little bit old, I'll tell you instead about what just happened outside my office.

This old timer (see pics, sorry for the distortion, but I was shooting through my window and screen) just shuffled up to the side of my building with a mini jack daniels bottle in hand, looking like it was filled with hot sauce. He walked right up to my window, then reached down and grabbed a small flower off of the bush next to my office and put it in the bottle. He then walked back to the middle of the lot where he had left his fedex envelope and plastic cup, and then grabbed something tiny off of the ground and put it in his mouth. After that he nicely folded the sealed fedex envelope (I'm now realizing and hoping did not belong to one of my tenants) and stuffed it along side what must be a sweaty old ass crack, grabbed his cup, put the sauce in his pocket, and shuffled away before I could remember what exactly it was I had to say about my kids. Doesn't matter, I guess. This guy here just about sums it all up.





Friday, May 4, 2012

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Hey Megan A

I was just noticing some social media update, and thinking about you and how you might soon be reading this from a bed rest situation...again...which is a bummer. In fact, I'm not even sure if you still check in on this blog or not, but IF YOU DO:

Just know that I think you are a stud...you are going through hell to do something that is the most amazing thing any human being can do, ever. You are a beautiful, wonderful mother, and it's people like you that should be bringing little awesome human beings like yours' into the world. I know you and Kevin have yet another trimester to get through, but I think about you guys a lot, and know it will be over before you know it.

Hang tough, girl. You rock.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Apples

This goes out to Johnny C,

A bushell full of only seeds,

The Minute Man had left him be,

To seed the orchards that we see.


This fruit that fills our baskets now,

A promise that some way, some how,

We'll reap from seeds which now we sow,

And onward, soon our kids will grow.