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Where am I?

August 6, 2008

I had 201 views on this blog yesterday.  most of the views went to the creative writing part.  weird.

In case you are wondering where I am, I am in San Louis Obispo.  I have only been here once, about 18 years ago, for a wedding.

And now I am here for… a wedding.  My older brother is FINALLY tying the knot after 23 years of living in sin.

It’s that time of the year again…

July 23, 2008

Being t-minus one month (or so) until my birthday, I figured I would let you be privy to a conversation held the other day while driving in the mystery mobile:

Me: (as I am driving) “AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!!????

Josh: What is what?

Me: “that! THAT THING! THAT THING ON MY HEAD!” I scream pointing to my hair

Josh: (staring at me like I am suddenly possessed. Or on crack. Or both.) “I see nothing”

I quickly pointed to my bangs. There it was, like the devil’s spawn glinting and nestled in my hair, a single strand of grey hair.

GREY HAIR PEOPLE!!!! I HAVE FUCKING GRAY HAIR!!!!

Josh: “That’s not gray.”

Me: “yes it is!”

Josh: “it’s glistening in the light”

Me: “no, it’s gray and I will prove it.”

With a mighty pluck I pull the hair out of my head and lay it on my black pants. It shines. It glistens. It’s freakin’ gray hair.

Josh: “It’s not gray”

This is going nowhere so I decide to take the hair and save it in the change drawer of the car. Josh stares at me and then rolls his eyes.

Me: “what?”

Josh: “Are you going to save all your gray hairs now?”

Me: “HA! SEE I TOLD YOU IT WAS GRAY!”

Josh: “you are so strange and quirky sometimes.”

And so we head into the countdown to number 36.

Fin.

‘Til kingdom Come

July 13, 2008

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I’ve waited all these years

Waking up is no fun.  Early in the morning, it’s just not thing that I like to do.  Actually, I don’t think anyone likes getting up in the morning.  However, about two years ago, I bought an alarm clock that would play a CD when I woke up.  I never used the CD player until recently (as in the last 6 months)

I created a CD that would help me get up.  It starts really slow and quiwt and works its way to loud ska music.  In fact, I know that if I hear any dropkick Murphy starting I have been in bed half an hour out of the CD and really, it’s time to get up.

Rick wakes up after me.  I am sure he takes longer because he’s only three, but I never t hought anything og the CD I played.  Until this afternoon that is.  This afternoon Rick was cranky.  Very cranky.  He kept pointing at my dresser and crying.  I grabbed his book off of it.  No, he didn’t want it.  I grabbed his juice box.  Nope, not interested.

Finally I grabbed the CD off the dresser.  Rick started clapping and pointed to the clock.  I put the CD in and Coldplay’s Kingdom Come started to play.  Rick cackled and reched for me.  When we settled on the bed, Rick started rocking in my lap to the music.  He was humming.  When the song ended he looked up and simply said, “mommy.”

For you I’d wait ’til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you’ll come and set me free
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me

So true…

July 5, 2008

My mother

April 27, 2008

My mother is a bit strange.  First of all, she voted for Bush. (yes, I know, WTF?!!)  We don’t always see eye to eye but today she sent me this card.  On the front is this wierd fairy thing.  at first I think she mixed up her kids because faires are Iris’s thing, not mine.  I open it.

“My Rachel,

May you be surrounded with love, blessings, courage and grace and of course humor as you meet the challenges that meet you now and as you move into this part of your  life.  This recent experience will give you insights, compassion and wisdom.  and, just one more, may all your gifts of wisdom, competence and intelligence and hit, help you keep your mind open to the fact that all things are possible.”

wow.  my mom is a poet.

My secrets for the week…

February 26, 2008

I thought I was the only one with the crazy stair thing going on…

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sunday secrets

December 16, 2007

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Just when i think I see the the light, I seem to fuck it up again.

“I’ll wake up one night,
in a big empty bed.
my hands grope for the light
my hands grope for my head.
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and I know that I am better off alone”

Angry as the sea…

December 12, 2007

This afternoon, Ricky wouldn’t sleep. We did the standard thing and took our usual drive down the Great Highway, which for you non-SF people is the strip of street that runs against the beach. and it’s not the bay that it looks at, but the pacific ocean. it’s beautiful. it’s also one of the only streches of land in SF that you can drive continously on because the lights line up. in other words, it’s perfect for putting babies to sleep.

Today we drove. Ricky stared at the ocean. I stared at the ocean. the rain had cleared and the sky was still cloudy. it wasn’t a dark and dismal clouded sky, but more of a silver color. the sun shined through faintly.  it was beautiful.

the sea was angry.  even ricky said “mad!” when he saw it.  it looked, in all honesty, like molten lava you see on science shows when volcanos errupt.  it was awe inspiring and breath taking.  the waves, at least half a mile out, where fighting each other to come it with explosive results.  it was beautiful.

Secrets of Sunday (shhh!!! don’t tell!)

December 2, 2007

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So many secrets…

November 25, 2007

secrets that I could have written.  scary.  more then one this week. fakingit.jpg goodside.jpg