Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Thinking about bras...

Once upon a time, I worked for the Flint Public School System. I was trudging along, working on some mundane task, when I took a break for a good, long stretch. Suddenly, to my dismay, my bra broke! It must have been some huge stretch. Or maybe my bra had seen better days. Anyway, I slipped my trusty stapler into my pocket and headed to the bathroom for some minor surgery.

Today, my bra is just uncomfortable. Why do we even do this to ourselves? I have exactly one comfortable bra, and I'm thinking of doing away with them altogether. Luckily, I have shrunken chesticles (as Michael Scott would say) so I can get away with it.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Now I'm Sad...

I'll never get to have a pet (aw, poor me). Curtis and I went to Petsmart yesterday to look at pets. Chinchillas are $150! For an over-inflated rat!

I looked at shelters in the area and they only have dogs and cats. Which we can't have. Since we live in stupid student housing. With stupid student housing nazis. Don't they know dogs and cats are good for the soul?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Aw, suck.

Today is really depressing. I'll never get out of this job. Anyone ever work for Starbuck's?

Friday, April 18, 2008

Flat Stanley's Visit

My nephew, Nick, recently sent Flat Stanley to us as part of a geography project his second grade class is doing. Each kid makes a Flat Stanley and mails it to a friend or family member, asking them to take FS on a tour of the city, take pictures of him, and keep a journal of his activities. Here are a few things Flat Stanley did while visiting Memphis...

Played on Beale Street...

ate at the "Blues City Cafe" on Beale Street...he made a pig of himself eating ribs.

Wii bowling! It's a beautiful thing.

Took a short trip to Nashville to watch the Nashville Predators play the Detroit Red Wings for the Stanley Cup. Stanley Cup, get it?! HAHAHA!

All in all it was a good time...got to visit a few places that we normally wouldn't go.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Quest for Turtles

For a while I've been driven crazy by the idea of no pets! We live in student housing and are not allowed to have dogs or cats. I've been bugging hubby to allow me to get at least a bird or a lizard, just something! I have never been without a pet.

Finally, I think I may be getting my way. I've been a princess around the house lately, since I stayed up All Stinking Night helping him complete a school project. Now's the perfect time to broach the subject of turtles, don't you think? I've even already got names for the little darlings. Howard and Holden. (after Howard Roark from Fountainhead and Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye) Cute, huh?

Wish me luck, I'm going to try and sweet talk him tonight...

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Haunted Oak

posting my favorite poem to get started...please be patient, i'm still learning this site...


PRAY why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?

My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I saw in the moonlight dim and weird
A guiltless victim's pains.

I bent me down to hear his sigh;
I shook with his gurgling moan,
And I trembled sore when they rode away,
And left him here alone.

They'd charged him with the old, old crime,
And set him fast in jail:
Oh, why does the dog howl all night long,
And why does the night wind wail?

He prayed his prayer and he swore his oath,
And he raised his hand to the sky;
But the beat of hoofs smote on his ear,
And the steady tread drew nigh.

Who is it rides by night, by night,
Over the moonlit road?
And what is the spur that keeps the pace,
What is the galling goad?

And now they beat at the prison door,
"Ho, keeper, do not stay!
We are friends of him whom you hold within,
And we fain would take him away

"From those who ride fast on our heels
With mind to do him wrong;
They have no care for his innocence,
And the rope they bear is long."

They have fooled the jailer with lying words,
They have fooled the man with lies;
The bolts unbar, the locks are drawn,
And the great door open flies.

Now they have taken him from the jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his throat,
As they halt my trunk beside.

Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,
And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his oldest son,
Was curiously bedight.

Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but a little space,
And the time will come when these shall dread
The mem'ry of your face.

I feel the rope against my bark,
And the weight of him in my grain,
I feel in the throe of his final woe
The touch of my own last pain.

And never more shall leaves come forth
On the bough that bears the ban;
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.

And ever the judge rides by, rides by,
And goes to hunt the deer,
And ever another rides his soul
In the guise of a mortal fear.

And ever the man he rides me hard,
And never a night stays he;
For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,
On the trunk of a haunted tree.