Random Ramblings
Saturday morning I'm catching a nonstop flight to Seattle. Not exactly the thrill of Morocco or Paris like my last two flights, but still, it's a good distance from NYC. Surely there is something to be seen. Except that I've been to Seattle before. What may have changed in the past 10 years? I'm hoping to see some whales, mountains, oceans, natural stuff that I never see working in a skyscraper.
But it's for the peeps. I get to meet the little bro, and the mysterious Mom. Bring it on.
Don't think I won't miss the turkey and grey stuffing back in staten island, where every
year we recount the one thanksgiving back in 1985 when Cio flung a full plate of peas
across the room at me. Or the thanksgiving of 1999 when she filled my tupperware of
turkey & stuffing leftovers with CANNED PEAS (nothing I hate more in the world than smelly canned peas).
Just imagining all those smelly squishy pale green blobs filling every nook and cranny
of my leftovers-- ARGH!! And just because I stole the best piece of turkey. Not my fault--
You snooze, you lose. Except that I lost anyway.
I wonder what their thanksgiving memories will be, or if they'll reminisce at all.
Reminds me of other ones in the past though...
The Thanksgiving I spent in Dallas where the
father of the house flashed me his privates after getting out of the hot tub.
The Thanksgiving I spent in Colorado where the family set down a fine china setting on the floor for the dog to eat off of. Later that night they asked me to move over on the couch because I was taking the dog's favorite seat. They weren't joking.
The Thanksgiving Dad intended to bake a roast suckling pig, but at the last minute the butcher gave him a pig WAY LARGER than he had ordered.... he had to hack the head off to get it to fit in the oven... and even then it looked like a dead baby human which mom could not bring herself to eat. Overcooked Pig Jerky for weeks though.
10/30/05
This morning I KICKED CRAZY ASS, people. My first ever 5M race this morning (in central park) and it was one of
those precious times where everything was perfect-- the weather gorgeous 50 degrees, clear skies, clean delicious air, and my body felt perfect inside and out. I am so impressed with myself today, and that is rare let-me-tell-you.
New York City is well-chilled. Ready for serving. Scarves are a-flying even though it's
still November? Shoes are all warm and closed, eek.
My first 5M is this Sunday. My new job is dreamy. My home is cushy comfy. My pets are
in a sweet mood. I've got it all at this moment. When will the shoe drop?
You know who I hate? People who get onto the subway without letting the departing
passengers OFF first. I despise those people. And I notice lately that, by coincidence,
I happen to accidentally step on their feet when I finally board the train.
How the hell'd we wind up like this? Why weren't we able
to see the signs that we missed, and try turn the tables
Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel. Let's rewrite an ending that fits
instead of a hollywood horror
Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Haven't posted a peep in so long. The seasons are changing, again. It was so lovely this evening, meaning you could smell it--- probably because everything was drenched in rain. Every evaporating drop carried the new season's smell with it, into my nose. The air cool. My feet in pain, as I adjust back to cold-weather shoes.
VOILA! I am 32, peeps! What a beautiful number. And I have to say, I had a pretty fabu birthday night! Shockingly so! We even ended it with milk shots and cheesecake at 3am after a luscious 8 hours of insanity and hava nagila and belly dancing.
Guess What. Today's the last day I am eligible to donate eggs. Once you hit 32, they don't want your
wrinkled up crapass genetic material anymore. Maybe if I remembered that 6 hours ago I could have run
over to the clinic and try to earn $7000 bucks. Shit.
Another year shot by. Where am i now? New job path starting monday (no more actuarial exams YEE HAW). I have a fiance. I live in Manhattan. I've seen another continent. I've cartwheeled all over the jersey shore. Actually shitloads of other big stuff happened in many different directions, but it's not
really ramble-able.
I'm a crazy lucky bitch.
Grow old along with me
Open your door
These words are my own
Baby, it's cold outside 10/27/05
Someday 10/19/05
Eggs 9/8/05
9/3/05
Whatever fate decree
We will see it through
For our love is true
God bless our love
God bless our love
I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage
To lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there - I'll cover you
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,
I love you, is that okay?
shannon@sleckey.com