Time keeps on slippin....

The week draws to a close - thank the maker! Another weekend looms with it's secrets and potentials. I have been going through my stuff in storage in anticipation of my move. Found a lot of crap that I forgot I owned. Talk about secrets.

The next two days, however, I am going to spend some quality time with my computer. I have another screenplay I have to finish within the next 3 weeks for a competition I entered. Short film, screen play is only 30 pages. If I win, I get a free membership to the Screen Writers Guild and my film produced. Oh yeah, now we are cooking with gas! My chances may be slim to none, but I can use the exposure even if I don't win first prize.

My theory is, if I put enough irons in the fire, one will fall on my head and set me aflame....wait that's wrong.... and it sounds like it would cause me pain. How about, I am covering all my bases? Good show.

Stupid is...well, you know how it goes!

I met a man once who was an avid outdoorsman. He had a BEAUTIFUL Alaskan Malamute named Sampson that went just about everywhere with him. This dog was gorgeous! And so friendly. Truly an example of intelligence and kindness in one furry body.

Sampson, I think, was much smarter than his owner.

I was visiting with a friend one evening and her roommate was friends with this dog's owner. This man (we will call him "Gus") was attending a dinner at the aforementioned abode. He brought his fabulous dog.
"Gus" thought himself pretty important, knowledgeable in many things, and willing to put his two cents into the things he wasn't so knowledgeable about. He was also the recipient of my "call stupid, stupid" award for the evening.

Let me tell you why.

The conversation had turned to his loyal four legged friend and the adventures they had together, climbing mountains and forging rivers, cross country ski trips and flying the space shuttle...that sort of thing. We listened with rapt attention as "Gus" turned his nose up at the main dish as it had chicken in it. He stated, "We are vegetarian!" most vehemently.
"We?" I queried. He grinned, "Sampson and I, dogs are natural vegetarians you know."
I put down my fork and contemplated him closely.
"That must be why they have canine teeth then." (I am not known best for holding my tongue when presented with asinine situations, I admit!)
What followed was my challenge to let his faithful companion run wild and see if he would turn to hunting small animals or grazing in the field for complete nourishment. Or reference to his not so distant relatives (Arctic Wolves) really not eating meat, but rather digging roots and tracking grasses to their demise.

"Gus" really didn't have a response, but Sampson, who was laying peacefully in the next room, came in and rested his large fluffy head on my lap. He looked at me with his big, expressive dark eyes and I knew that the reason this wonderful animal was gifted to this retarded man was based on the compassion of a force much larger than I could imagine.

I know that things like this tend to negate our belief in a benevolent God, but I ran into this man "Gus" again a few weeks back. He was in the grocery store, procuring a steak in the meat department.

I was tempted to ask if it was for the dog.

Poetry

Feeling further than what I was before,
I step back to where my dreams once held residence.
Disjointed and pinned to the ground, they reach to me to remember.
Cast from my mind and thoughts without care and regret filled action.
I miss who I was once, vibrant and colorful,
full of imagination and a lust for living.
How much changes each time I turn my back,
more vast the darkness grows.

Paging reality, come in reality

He asked if my passport was current. I said no. His response made me wonder what he was planning. "Find out what it costs and I will pay for it. This is the only demand I am going to make on you before you move, but get it renewed."

Inside I was giggling like a school girl.

Twitterpated. (Yes, I am quoting Bambi!) Later he calls back to tell me that he thinks I am the coolest person he has ever known. He went on, but it doesn't even sound real to me and I heard it from him first hand! Either the man is enamored, or he has become deranged. Short of volunteering a bodily organ I may need in the future, he has offered to make things happen for me. I stood for so long holding my potential failure in my hands, I am not sure how to put it down and pick up the potential success. He has been keeping it warm apparently so I won't notice the change.

He tells me I am worth falling in love with.

I swore I wasn't moving for him...... but it has turned out to be such. This will be good for me, and each day that passes, I can't wait to escape into the future.

Football...Shmutball!

Okay: I admit that being a fan of the Seahawks since their inception in 1976 may make me sound a little biased, but I still believe we were robbed a Super Bowl victory by those nasty little men in the striped shirts who dictate like they are God. We might as well have been playing FLAG football for all the yellow that was being thrown down. Penalties for 'holding', tackles too low...10 yards here, 15 yards there, replay first down....Can we say PISS OFF!? Those penalties cost us two touchdowns...at the very least.

This weekend was already a little stressful to begin with. My mother had called last week to advise my father was having surgery Friday to have his prostate removed due to cancer. Ugh.
Then, much to his chagrin, he was going to be in the hospital on Super Bowl Sunday. Ugh two.

The surgery itself went without hitch and all was right health wise, so we brought the party to him on Sunday. My mother and myself that is. Poor pop stuck in a hospital bed with his wife and daughter...blessing or curse? Regardless, we went to support him and keep him company.

This may have been a mistake, because I turned into a raving lunatic by half time.

I was expecting security to come into my father's hospital room and wrestle me out of facility. "People are trying to heal here miss!"
It was indeed fortunate that the rooms surrounding us on that floor were just as noisy. We obviously weren't the only ones bringing the party that day. Probably saved me from public humiliation!

In my heart, we played a great game and had a phenomenal season! I am proud to call myself a Seahawk Fan. Give us 30 years and anything is possible.

On a side note, my father came home from the hospital much better than when he went in. He even thanked me for coming and making his Super Bowl Sunday more entertaining. That'll do pig...That'll do.

My own freakish behavior

I was at the gas station the other day - this man across the bay from me yelled out: "Say woman! Are you married?" I responded. "No." He came back with "That mean if I give you my phone number, you'd call me?" I responded. "No."

I give him credit for speaking to a total stranger I guess.

My friend Jon says I am too independent. He bitches he never knows when to be chivalrous because I don't prompt it from him. I admit, I laughed when he said it. It was a moment when I did need his assistance. We were walking down a snow covered embankment after diving out of the car for a photo opportunity. I happened to be wearing shoes that were never designed to see the frozen white stuff, and worried about the possibility of ending up on my backside! I asked for his arm in support. He scolded me for not expressing my need for him sooner.

My boyfriend calls me to discuss more details on my move. I advise I plan on packing what I can in my car, storing the rest and coming back for it after I find a new job down there. He scoffs, states that he will simply fly up, rent me a truck and drive to California with me instead of leaving my belongings here. He wonders why I didn't ask him to do this before?

Okay, I have trouble asking for help. I usually come up with a solution on my own as I know I can always depend on myself for most things. Not that I don't trust people, I just like to take care of myself. It's a fault of mine at times, I admit it. I don't always have to do it alone. I just do.

Down with self sufficiency! Not too late for a New Years resolution I hope. I vow I will be more needy, whine more and in general be too girly for my own damn good!

Hope I don't get killed for this, or just end up taking myself out because I can't stand it! (oops, already contemplating the breaking of the resolution, dammit!)