HIPPO BRIGADE

Idle

I majored in writing in college. Well, actually my emphasis was in writing. My school didn’t have a writing major. My major was in English. So, while in school, presumably, I did a lot of writing. A lot. So much in fact, that when I was finished, the last thing I wanted to do was write another word. Lots of time passed, and I didn’t write anything, but now I have this blog, and I am so happy inside that I get to write everyday…aren’t you??

This morning I was looking through old documents that I wrote in college for entertainment purposes. And I found myself entertained by this one in particular. I created this character with the hopes that a story would take shape. But a story was never formed, and this sad character sat all alone on my hard drive until today— Please to be enjoyed:

My eyes opened as I awoke, but as soon as the piercing sun slipped under my eyelids, they involuntarily closed. I pulled the heavy blanket over my body and simmered on low for another three hours, when I finally rolled out of bed. Literally, rolled…and to illustrate this point better, a visual: my body actually stayed confined in a ball of frumpy mass until it rested on the cold porcelain of the toilet where it leisurely unraveled. I picked my nose, inspected my new treasure and boldly snacked. Breakfast. Well actually it was more of a late brunch. I fumbled for my bearings and stood in front of the mirror for a while tossing my thick mass of hair around my head, and contemplated the smell that was seeping from my mouth. It was a rancid cocktail of gruyere cheese, parts of Mexico, fish paste, and donkey earwax. From the bathroom I made my way to my favorite arm chair in front of the TV, which has conformed to the shape of my un-firm buttocks. I sat. Ate a Hot Pocket. Burped. Scratched. Fell asleep. Got a cramp in my leg. Shifted. Burped. Today’s going to be a good day.

If you think of anything interesting that can happen my character, please, let me know. But I’ve already tried things involving an ice machine, cheese-filled hot dogs, and a trip to the moon, but none of those worked…

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Somewhere Between Pause and Fast-Forward

I feel very conflicted as I’m battling two types of feelings. The first is, I am at school–and as much as I love slapping color on hair, I just want to be finished. I keep looking ahead for a time of no school. When I think of being done with school, I envision my horizon filled with unicorns wearing point shoes demi-pleaing in the distance, and hippos with tu-tus awaiting my arrival to the future. But before I can dance with hippos and unicorns, I see the next 7 months of my life as this black smudge on the calendar, and as soon as I am done, the smudge will be wiped clean, and I will finally be able to live my life, i.e., dance with hippos and unicorns.

On the other hand, I still spend 8 hours of Berlyn’s day with her, and I want to cherish every moment that we get to spend together. She will never be this age again, and I want to remember her sweet baby language, her trials of standing alone, and her attempts of getting into her Duplo box.

Part of me wants to press pause, while the other part wants to fast-forward.

I think this struggle serves a purpose; we are always going to have segments of our life that are arduous and we want to speed through, but then hopefully, we have more of the parts that are wonderfully fulfilling that we never want to end. These remind us to be grateful and cherish all the good in our lives.

Hey Bloggers…

I realized that a blogroll is cool in the world of blogging, thus I am adding one to my newly designed website which is COMING SOON! But first, I have to find out which of you people out there want me to add you. So leave me a comment, write me an email, or just show up at my door with a box of chocolates and some yellow daisies to let me know that you want a piece of PRIMO real-estate on my website.

Friends

We spent some time with Ryan and Samantha Walton this weekend. They are pretty neat people who inspire us. The short time we spent with them got me thinking about how important friends are in my life.

So if you’re my friend, pretend like I’m giving you a warm fuzzy hug right now and know that I appreciate you. And if you’re not my friend, then you should really work on that, because I’m a heck of a lot of fun.

(and for whatever reason, I’m always on the right side of the photo…I guess I know my good-side)

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