Forever Young: 03/09/12

Blog Manifesto

This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Friday, March 9, 2012

LET'S RECYCLE...

Clip away!

Today I got my hair cut by my friend Kris. I told her how I wanted it cut and styled and she did exactly what I had asked. Since we are long long long ago friends and our parents were besties, we always have a lot to share. On bingo night, I save a spot right next to me for her dad. He is so dear to me.

When Kris finished cutting my hair, I admired her work looking with 2 mirrors…a front shot and a back shot… Super! … I asked “is it going to be easy for me to do”? her reply was “very easy, you have just enough curl in the back that all you have to do is crunch it and on top, just work a little with it for the poof”. I said “great”.

I stood up from the swiveled barber chair, looked down and Kris said “there’s hair down there” and I said “oh that’s not so much”…then I looked around the whole chair and holy catfish…there was a lot of hair.

I now walk over to the counter and ready to write out her pay. Kris said to me “your hair will be picked up and placed in a bag”…huh??? I looked very puzzled and Kris said that she has a client that is a home economics teacher and she asked Kris to save hair for her. It has to be at least 3-4 inches long and clean. I still had this puzzled look and Kris finished by telling me that this lady makes pin cushions and uses hair for the filling. She stated that the hair somehow sharpens the pins.

Locks of Love to a pin cushion!

What a way to recycle!

Impatience...

Impatience:

I had to ponder on this one for a bit. Hmmm…am I an impatient person?

What am I impatient over?

Where am I impatient?

When am I impatient?

Why am I impatient?

I am impatient over time…I don’t like having to wait for people. If you say you will be here by 3, you better be here at 3…

I am impatient standing in line at the checkout counter and the person ahead of me grabbed an item without a code on…”price check on checkout #4 please”.

I am impatient when I go to the doctor and the nurse calls my name and takes me to an examining room and lets me sit there for 20 minutes without a doctor.

I am impatient because my time is just as valuable as anyone else’s.

So, “who me” impatient??? You betcha!

Pink — Perfect lyrics

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/pink-perfect-lyrics.html ]

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Under estimated, Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

You're so mean,
When you talk, About yourself, You are wrong.
Change the voices, In your head
Make them like you Instead.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.

Oh, Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

The whole world stares so I swallow the fear,
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line and we try, try, try,
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
We change ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
(Why do I do that?)

[Yeah~, Ohh~ pretty pretty please, Ohh~]

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

You're perfect, You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

{[ Impatient ]}

I have been impatient sitting her for the past hour waiting to write here. I'm so excited because I have this amazing high rushing through me. Its been running through my veins all day ever since this morning. I want to do everything right now.
I want to talk to my friends,
I want to take time with my son.
I want to finally sit behind that stearing wheel and turn the key.
I feel like I can do anything right now.
I finally ridded myself of someone that was taking me
over.
Someone that I continued to let get to me.
Omg..am I glad thats over.
I let them scream in my head for way to long..
I am proud..so proud thats over.
And I will continue to thank someone over and over for helping me
with that little issue.
Thank you..for having the patience to help me over come that.
Wow..now I wanna go thank them again.

impatience

my impatience is self-evident.
my character marred by impetuous indiscretion.

a guileless imperfection.

Go already!!

I hate being bossed around. If someone yells at me to hurry up, I stop dead in my tracks defiant and distracted. LOL. It just doesn't work with most people, showing impatience. It causes stress. I hate to wait and I hate to be hurried.

I have spent a lot of my life moving at a child's pace.   Early childhood education is both very very fast paced and extremely slow. You need boat loads of patience to raise disordered children. Typical children use up most of your normal patience.   Disordered children leave you a little bit crazy by the end of the day. You will wake up each morning and go over the rules anew every day, as if they never heard them.   People have said that I am the most patient person they know. Or so they used to say.

I need patience because I am slow and forgetful.   I'm so slow to pay at the cash register. I look at the atm like I've never seen one before. I look at my card trying to decide which end goes up. I think about what my pin might be. I punch it in with squinty eyes. I forget to press the no cash back button.    The cashier drums her fingers. People behind me shift their feet.   I fiddle with the receipt. I fiddle with my purse. I look around for my groceries.   Someday someone is going to clobber me in exasperation.    GRINS.

I am easy going when I drive, I almost never pass slow moving cars. I'll follow a bus for a while. It takes a lot to make me change lanes.    I zoom though. I zip and brake. My purse falls to the deck. Heh heh.

I don't lose my temper often, but I lost it today.   But we are not talking about that. I hope that my husband did not take my son up to the carnival. I will lose my patience if he did. ...   Oh man it's quiet in the house. Surely they didn't....? Naw... I'll be patient and find out later.

I am very patient when I am teaching people technology. Take all day. Take two days. I don't mind explaining things very carefully and walking people through things.   It pleases me that I can find a way to explain the complex or obscure. I guess I love to teach.

mhm. I do love to teach.