Whip it.

I just whipped up some pudding. I whipped it. I whipped it good. I shaped it up. It's not to late. To whip it.

Word disection:
Pudd-ing. The fact that it has an 'ing' at the end, suggest that 'pudd' is a verb. What would 'pudd' be? It sounds like a type of dance. Do the Pudd! But who decided that you should take the pudd- do the pudd, making the term for what you would be doing, pudding, and make into the word for something you would eat?

mmmmasochism

In some weird, masochistic way, I guess I kind of like the pain. It reminds me that while the rest of my body is frozen numb from the early morning sunlessness, I am, in fact, still alive.

But then, I get home, I thaw and my knee is still screaming at me "help me! I'm hurt!" And I have to think "Something I'm doing while I'm running is hurting my knee."
So I make a list:
1) Maybe I run funny.
- then..no can't be that. I run normally. I think...
2) Maybe its the cold making it throb in agony
- can't be that. I run all the time in the cold and it only started happening when....
AHA!
3) Maybe its because I've developed a love for running in barely there shoes. This can't be good for my knee joint, right?

So, as much as I enjoy running in thin-as-ballet-shoes shoes, if I want to keep my knee in tact, I'm going to have to suck it up and dig out my running shoes.

prefect? perfect

I'm in love. With the weather today. Perfect.
It snowed. But not to much to get everything slick. Just enough to make everyone get little white flecks on them.
I love it.

I love the irony in having to take off my glasses to see. I love the temperature- cold, but warmer than it was yesterday, because of the moisture in the air.


<3.

Sunrise Log

I witnessed the coolest sunrise this morning.
The sun comes up from behind the mountain, where clouds were sitting uptop of.
At first, the sun just light up the bottom of the clouds, leaving the top dark, but the bottom a vibrant orange. Then, as the sun came up behind the clouds, it highlighted the outer edges of them, making it look like the sun was being eclipsed by something thicker than clouds.

It was awesome.

laughter keeps you young

Have you ever tried to tell a funny story that happened with your friends to someone else?
And then after you relate it, you hear it again, and they don't laugh...
Then you have to think
a) maybe I told it wrong
b) maybe it wasn't funny afterall
c) maybe you just had to be there.
But it had to be funny, because your best friend did that laugh she does when something's really funny, and you didn't tell it wrong because you remember all the details. You must have just had to be there.

I wonder if when we're really old, will we still be telling the same stories and laughing about them?
Will we remember all the details? Or will it just be one of those
"Hey, you remember that one art teacher?"
"haha yeah. Remember that thing with his dog?"
And then you all laugh, when in reality, nobody remembers the art teacher's name, or the thing with the dog, we'll just remember that at one point in time, the subject made your friend do that funny laugh, even if she doesn't do it quite the same in her old age.
But we'll all remember that we laughed. So it must have been funny.

Maybe when we're old, the exact memory won't matter, because we can't remember it anyhow.
It won't be the memory of the event, but the memory that we laughed.

But, In the end, I guess, that's the most important memory, isn't it?

*sigh*

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
...
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp"


Winter= <3

on purpose

I love the duckpond.
A grass circular space, with trees abounding and a lovely pond.

A nice little oxygen oasis in the middle of a stucco desert.

I like that so many people enjoy it, but sometimes I wish I had a small space of it all to myself.

Because today all I wanted to do was take off my shoes and sing off key, on purpose.


To many judging people in this city, not enough space to get away from them.

Today, I wished I could go back.
Back to where I could go out, on my family's property and scream out as loud as I could, and only have a cow hear me.