"Have I already told you my not-very-clean joke about trees?"
-Arminda
"Pills are friends, not food."
-Izzy, quoting Finding Nemo while popping ibuprofen
"Everything in my house is a cactus...oh wait, dang it."
-Tony M., trying to tell a joke
"Nothing's illegal in a friendship."
-Kelsea, and I can't remember why she said it...
"It has a puke-y back end."
-Nick, on a terrible wine, but kept trying to finish the glass
"Shorts are a sign of weakness."
-Steele
"He was not magnificent."
-Stesha, on a duck at the park
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
I'm not your hero but that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave
At least after a long week (wait, it's Thursday, I thought it was Friday all day) working too many hours, feeling like a failure, getting no sleep, and yelling at God a lot...He still gives you good gifts to make up for the giant hole you have in your heart.
Even if that gift is just that you are not doing university finals.
Or the medicine of a good hard run.
Or warm text messages.
Or dreaming of being out on a lake and falling asleep in a boat.
Even if that gift is just that you are not doing university finals.
Or the medicine of a good hard run.
Or warm text messages.
Or dreaming of being out on a lake and falling asleep in a boat.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
"If I read our story backwards,
it's about how I un-broke
your heart, and then we were
happy until one day, you
forgot about me forever."
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories
Let's move forward and do new things so that the nights don't feel so long. And let's stop stressing out about things we can't change. And let's pray.
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
the next part
He walked out the front door and thought, what to do with all of these cats? Because the cats just kept showing up. But that wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that he didn't know what was going to happen on the series finale of his favorite TV show. The real problem was that he hadn't emailed his best friend from high school back, because he was trying to think of a cool way to say that he was working at a Blockbuster that was currently going out of business.
The real problem was thinking of a different dinner that wasn't spaghetti and red sauce out of a jar.
He sat down on the stoop and let the cats slowly slink back out of the bushes because they felt a kindred spirit in him. But the joke was on them, because he cared nothing.
He took a picture of himself on his phone, and looked at it for a minute. After a full three minutes, he deleted the picture and checked his real mail in his real mailbox and found nothing good.
Some days he spent whole hours of his free time in this fashion. Just looking down the street. Just standing with a hose in his hand, mildly watering the lawn when he could just buy a sprinkler instead.
He liked to think he was interrupting someone else's life when they'd jog by, or walk their dog by his house, or a kid would ride a bike past him, and he'd try to get ideas, on what to do with all the free time. The ideas would always sound the same.
"Sandwich," the ideas would say. "Sandwich," he would mumble, and think about what ingredients were in the crisper. In the refrigerator.
"Pepsi," would be the next idea, if he kept thinking pretty hard.
And then after, "Potato chips," the next idea would inevitably be the title of a video game, which I don't know the name of, because I'm actually a girl, telling you this story. Sorry.
But the ideas would just drift off after that, to someone else's head. And he would think about picking up the phone and making a phone call, but it was just easier to let it slip by until a different day. Because, there will be lots of days, and lots of phone calls. Even doctor's appointments, he could iron out. That would be a real accomplishment if he made a doctor appointment sometime this month. But the best part would be, when the months would just keep going by, and then eventually one month, something would happen to him.
And it would be a big something. It would be a really nice thing to happen to a guy like him.
The real problem was thinking of a different dinner that wasn't spaghetti and red sauce out of a jar.
He sat down on the stoop and let the cats slowly slink back out of the bushes because they felt a kindred spirit in him. But the joke was on them, because he cared nothing.
He took a picture of himself on his phone, and looked at it for a minute. After a full three minutes, he deleted the picture and checked his real mail in his real mailbox and found nothing good.
Some days he spent whole hours of his free time in this fashion. Just looking down the street. Just standing with a hose in his hand, mildly watering the lawn when he could just buy a sprinkler instead.
He liked to think he was interrupting someone else's life when they'd jog by, or walk their dog by his house, or a kid would ride a bike past him, and he'd try to get ideas, on what to do with all the free time. The ideas would always sound the same.
"Sandwich," the ideas would say. "Sandwich," he would mumble, and think about what ingredients were in the crisper. In the refrigerator.
"Pepsi," would be the next idea, if he kept thinking pretty hard.
And then after, "Potato chips," the next idea would inevitably be the title of a video game, which I don't know the name of, because I'm actually a girl, telling you this story. Sorry.
But the ideas would just drift off after that, to someone else's head. And he would think about picking up the phone and making a phone call, but it was just easier to let it slip by until a different day. Because, there will be lots of days, and lots of phone calls. Even doctor's appointments, he could iron out. That would be a real accomplishment if he made a doctor appointment sometime this month. But the best part would be, when the months would just keep going by, and then eventually one month, something would happen to him.
And it would be a big something. It would be a really nice thing to happen to a guy like him.
Monday, April 01, 2013
for today, and tomorrow
the phone number is only three glasses of whiskey away from being used.
stay strong. love lots and bury the love that you loved lots.
Put the love into something else.
The anger into running. The need into pain. Praying for pain.
Taking five deep breaths all day long until you are sleeping again, and sleep pain away into sunshine. Then will come iced tea and the blessed forgetting. You could turn it all off.
Pray for forgetting. But only to just forget enough and then to start loving again. To love sunshine and whiskey and hope and new people. To remember just enough about why you loved the old people. And then to keep going, until you get to be with Jesus.
love and hurt, forgive, and then love again.
stay strong. love lots and bury the love that you loved lots.
Put the love into something else.
The anger into running. The need into pain. Praying for pain.
Taking five deep breaths all day long until you are sleeping again, and sleep pain away into sunshine. Then will come iced tea and the blessed forgetting. You could turn it all off.
Pray for forgetting. But only to just forget enough and then to start loving again. To love sunshine and whiskey and hope and new people. To remember just enough about why you loved the old people. And then to keep going, until you get to be with Jesus.
love and hurt, forgive, and then love again.
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