Over the Moon

The only thing to do is jump over the moon.

I started off with that quote from RENT. So, come on, fellow bloggers, let's jump over the moon!

Who's stopping us?

The moon is there for the jumping! It's just waiting for those of us with the courage to try.

Will you join me? The full moon is high and round, beckoning to us!

Today's the day!

The only thing to do is jump over the moon!

Ode to Girls With Knee-Length Skirts

Lilith, this is for you. It's a blurb I wrote this summer, and posted on another site. Unfortunately, the person who started the challenge (write a short whatever using different key-words. I'd chosen "plaid" and ran with the idea) didn't think it had anything to do with plaid...
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We answer the questions in World History, without having to flirt with the teacher!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We show off our new vocabulary, (lachrymose, anyone??) not our infected bellybutton piercings!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We may not win “Best In Show”, but we always get “Honorable Mention”!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need no show our thighs for attention!
We don’t worry about the stares we get after explaining a literary term!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! Our thighs aren’t what attacts attention!

Of Pinkies and Monty Python

Always look on the bright side of life, right?

I hurt my pinky this past Thursday.

I know what you're thinking: "Again with the hospital?" or "Just your pinky?" or "Oh, puh-leeze, I'm just reading this for Monty Python!"

That isn't what you're thinking? Oh, well, I never claimed to be a mind-reader!

While getting out of the car on Thursday, I hit (yes, hit) my pinky and index finger on the door.

Because, of course, I never suffer from normal ailments.

Anyhow, I had to go to the hospital. I did it while singing "Always Look On The Bright Side" from Python's musical Spamalot.

Run With It

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I was upset.

No, more than upset.

Infuriated.

It was his fault that he didn't mark down my solo and then gave it to some annoying twerp.

I shouldn't have to suffer for it.

I can't believe he's making me do a freaking duet with her.

That's the reason I wasn't singing loudly.

That was the reason I was almost in tears, and the reason I mouthed the words.

I had to control my tears.

Actor had been watching me all rehearsal. I'd seen him from the corner of my eye.

I guess that's the main reason I tried not to make it a big deal; at least not on the outside.

We were somewhat gathered around the piano.

My music was right on top of it, so I didn't have to make any eye contact with anyone.

He approached me slowly, so that when he was looking at my sheet music, I almost bumped into him.

Actor stood on my right side, so we could both see the music with ease. While people did their solos, he made faces at me to make me laugh.

I succumbed to my laughter quietly.

I don't know if he knew it, although he probably did, but he made me feel okay, again

Rehearsal

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Community Pie

Do you ever have a moment where everything is perfect, even if it's ever so brief? I had one today.

We decided to the beach, but first, we stopped at D.O.'s, to get a peach pie. Upon arriving at said beach, we came to the realization that we had neither a knife, nor any other utensil.

After much deliberation, we decided to have "Community Pie". In other words, you just use your hands to grab whatever you can get.

At first, my mum poo-pooed us. Then, she took a small piece, but only with a papertowel.

I felt five again.

Of Kittens and Concerts

Friday, we got a kitten. His name is Reeves. He was named for Keanu Reeves. Reeves is a sweetheart (he kissed me this morning). The day after we got him, Saturday, was Live Earth. Live Earth was a series of concerts to raise awareness for global warming.

I sent out an e-mail to some of my friends about this, and yesterday, I received an email back from one of them. The email she sent me back was long, detailed, and basically said that she denied the effects of greenhouse gases.

She told me "Just because something is popular, doesn't mean it's true." What?!? How can you deny this?!? To make matters worse, she said that global warming is good for us!

How in sam hill can she actually believe that crap? Has she gone outside lately? Has she breathed the air? Has she seen the melting polar ice caps?

People think that "going green" is just a liberal thing. No, it's not. It's a "humans-that-want-to-continue-living-on-this-earth" thing. Maybe the reason she denies this is because it doesn't fit into her "Christian bubble".

I am a Christian, and I believe that God gave us this earth, so instead of abusing it, we should take care of it...

Blender

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Of Poor Boys and Pilgrims

Last night, I watched the ceremony honouring Paul Simon. For those who didn't know, his songs have been added to the Library of Congress. So, I decided to use this line as the title.

Yesterday, my dad told us about a once-in-a-lifetime event at Work that day. My dad's boss started making fun of him, talking about how he barely works out. Dad replied, "Sure, I work out. But mostly my legs, because I have a shoulder problem."
"Fine. Let's arm wrestle." his boss countered. The two of them walked to the conference room, and the challenge commenced. "Kinda hard, right?" his boss asked.
"Nope." my dad smiled as he pushed his arm down.

Boy, did that make my day.

Godspell

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Reasons... For Everything

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Meet You At The Swingset

Sometimes, when I have to make a tough decision, I go find a swingset.
It takes me back to the simpler times of my youth, when all I had to worry about was not being “it” in the game of Tag.
It reminds, that if I swing hard enough, and long enough, I can make it over the top, and touch the moon.
It says, “It doesn’t matter if the sun goes down. When you’re swinging, you’ll be the first to see it rise again.”
Meet you at the swingset...

I Went. Are You Proud?

I went. Finally. And I regreted each step closer to him.

As I approached, my heart started to beat louder, despite my commands for it to quiet itself.

He hadn't changed... well, maybe his voice did.

Now, I sit here wondering if it was the right thing. Should I have allowed him to once again wander in my dreams?

The Three-Some

We are a three-some. Among other things, we have 5 distinctive qualities. 1.) We are all very creative. Example? Yesterday, we stood out on the front lawn stapling angel’s wings to a piece of plywood. It was an art project. 2.) If we can help it, we don’t wear shoes. If we must, we prefer flip-flops, or crocs. Even in the dead of winter. 3.) We all eat a lot of cake, but seem to stay very thin. 4.) Our hair has a mind of its own. Years ago, we gave up trying to control it, so we let it go wherever it pleases. And, 5.) We are siblings.

I realized that we have more definitive qualities, that are equally important for you to understand what makes us a three-some.1.) We love the ocean. Seriously, we could spend all day at the beach, and not get tired of the waves. 2.) We do exceptionally well at school. For instance, at Academic Awards Night, I got six certificates, one of them for a subject that I suck at.3.) We are constant being complimented on our smiles.4.) We dress…. unconventionally. That’s it. Enough said.

The Three-Some