Friday, April 16, 2010
Hearts.
“You must enshrine in your hearts the spiritual urge towards light and love, wisdom and bliss"
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Shelved Away.
Shelved Away
When I was about four years old, my dad painted the den in our house. The den had several shelves, and he was staining them from bottom to top with a dark wood stain. One day, when I was watching him paint, we decided to play a game, he picked me up and lay me down on one of the high shelves. While I waited, I looked at the unpainted shelves above me. The lines in the wood were like the lines in my hand. I was stuck on my back, so all I could do was stare straight up. I couldn’t look to the side without risking a roll off the shelf.
“I need your help. I can’t find Jessica,” I heard my dad yell to my mom. I knew, somewhere in my head, that he might be teasing. But I froze and tried not to let them hear me breathe, just in case I actually could hide. It’s hard to hide when you don’t have fully functional legs or arms. I heard my mom’s footsteps, and as they got louder and she entered the room, she said, “The last time I saw her she was in here.”
My mom knew where I was. A minute ago I was sitting on the floor and she knew I couldn’t walk or even crawl to get somewhere even if I wanted to. Plus I think they could see me. I don’t remember exactly because I was stuck looking up. But my mom played along. She might have shrugged.
“I can’t find her—where could she be?” my dad asked.
They waited awhile before they found me. My mom and my dad. They let me think I could hide.
When I look back to that day, it makes my stomach lurch like strawberries in a blender. I want to vomit.
It has been twenty years now and my dad still can’t find me. He doesn't look for me and he’s not playing this time.
As of late, I am not looking for him either. His excuses of inability exhaust me and I refuse his confinement. I imagine he is contemplating up more excuses in his mind...... desperately blaming his inability on the mailman, the little old lady that honked at him, the moon, the stars, by now, like Milli Vanilli, he is probably blaming it on the rain...
Who knows... maybe a dog ate his homework.
When I was about four years old, my dad painted the den in our house. The den had several shelves, and he was staining them from bottom to top with a dark wood stain. One day, when I was watching him paint, we decided to play a game, he picked me up and lay me down on one of the high shelves. While I waited, I looked at the unpainted shelves above me. The lines in the wood were like the lines in my hand. I was stuck on my back, so all I could do was stare straight up. I couldn’t look to the side without risking a roll off the shelf.
“I need your help. I can’t find Jessica,” I heard my dad yell to my mom. I knew, somewhere in my head, that he might be teasing. But I froze and tried not to let them hear me breathe, just in case I actually could hide. It’s hard to hide when you don’t have fully functional legs or arms. I heard my mom’s footsteps, and as they got louder and she entered the room, she said, “The last time I saw her she was in here.”
My mom knew where I was. A minute ago I was sitting on the floor and she knew I couldn’t walk or even crawl to get somewhere even if I wanted to. Plus I think they could see me. I don’t remember exactly because I was stuck looking up. But my mom played along. She might have shrugged.
“I can’t find her—where could she be?” my dad asked.
They waited awhile before they found me. My mom and my dad. They let me think I could hide.
When I look back to that day, it makes my stomach lurch like strawberries in a blender. I want to vomit.
It has been twenty years now and my dad still can’t find me. He doesn't look for me and he’s not playing this time.
As of late, I am not looking for him either. His excuses of inability exhaust me and I refuse his confinement. I imagine he is contemplating up more excuses in his mind...... desperately blaming his inability on the mailman, the little old lady that honked at him, the moon, the stars, by now, like Milli Vanilli, he is probably blaming it on the rain...
Who knows... maybe a dog ate his homework.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Ode to Kalai.
Mr. Kalai played at my birthday party in November of 08. Somebody needs to sign him pronto---he is amazing! 
www.kalai.cc
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
One Republic - "Good Life"
Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone
New names and numbers that I don't know
*Addresses to places like Ivy Road*
*Take dens tonight not tense do whatever we want*
We're young enough to say
[Chorus]
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is a fine night
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
[Verse 2]
To my friends in New York, I say hello
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Col-or-ado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e
What there is to complain about?
[Bridge 1]
When you're happy like a fool
Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in
[Bridge 2]
Hopelessly
I feel like there might be something that I'll miss
Hopelessly
I feel like the window closes oh so quick
Hopelessly
I'm taking a mental picture of you now
'Cuz hopelessly
The hope is we have so much to feel good about
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Look, Ma!
If you put your butt in between two arm rests... it will look like you are standing. Tricked ya, didnt I? ;)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
.....where boundaries are shattered.
New logo for my Shattering Boundaries website!
(Thank you Steve!)
www.shatteringboundaries.com
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Blondes have more fun!
I just found this picture of when I was a freshmen in high school and I had maroon hair haha.....
now that I am a blonde, i must say that blondes have more fun!
now
before
now
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Chinese New Year - The Year of the Tiger
During the celebration of Chinese New Year, I opened my fortune cookie and this is what it said:
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