Dude! I realize that I've totally been a loser in the blog updating department, specifically for the month of April.
*Updating Fail*
Well let's start with the usual updates and then I'll move into the juicy bits!
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 293.6lbs as of Friday, April 18th
Current Injury: Bruised vag... it feels as bad as it sounds
Beverage of Choice: Orange juice, extra pulpy
Song of The Day: United States of Whatever, Liam Lynch
Now for the "juicy bits". Me = Not going to FSB in the fall. I decided as time got closer and still no one wanted to buy my car; financially, it wasn't gonna happen. I really still believe that God wants me to go to bible school... Just not yet. Dad and D. were planing to pay for most tuition and pay my minimum payments on my debt... but... I can't do that. I need to be responsible and do it on my own. Now, back to my old plan... the 2 year plan... Pay off the debt, pay off the car, save up loads of money, and then go get my education. Sounds good to me. Short and sweet, but that's that and there ain't much more to say about it.
About two weeks ago I pulled my dad's bike out of storage. I surveyed the old bike and assesed it's damages. Overall, the bike needs a tune up and some new tires. For right now I just needed the $14 tire pump, the $3 bike lock, and the $17 gel seat. I rode around a little on the original seat that came with the bike about 15 years ago, in Japan... But, that was short lived and so was the intact nature of my unbruised behind. The day after maden venture out in to the wilds of Pacific, I could barely sit down on anything less than plush. Yesterday, with the new, more squishy seat installed I rode from the Apartment to behind Emerald Downs... I googled it... that's just about 5.14 miles one way; I didn't even notice. This morning I was a wee bit sore but nothing too bad. So, when I got home I went for another expadition... however this one ended MUCH SOONER.... did you know that you can slowly... and most surely bruise your vag... right along with my bum. I swear, pins and needles... burning... tenderness (in a bad way) on your... uh situation... Not Fun!
Other random bit's o'information...
My sister is on a business trip in the Bahammas... yeah, it must totally suck.
My brother-in-law is home alone without a car.
I just found my camera...
and my bedroom is trashed!
Peace out, like brussel sprouts!
-Giddy
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Random Poetry Sunday Presents!
If Home Could Talk; an original poem by Ms. Gideon Friday Esq.
I wont hate you
I will help you
gently correct you
accept you
all of you, even the ugly parts.
I will hug you
never lie to you
use my words to encourage you
be companion to you
stay with you
I will smile at you
I will laugh at you
and laugh with you
joke with you
give without expectations, to you
I'll be home for you
I will love you
you will love me too
I'll say sorry and mean it
I'll talk to you when I'm upset
I will make you laugh when your sad
Yes, I'll be home for you
I wont hate you
I will help you
gently correct you
accept you
all of you, even the ugly parts.
I will hug you
never lie to you
use my words to encourage you
be companion to you
stay with you
I will smile at you
I will laugh at you
and laugh with you
joke with you
give without expectations, to you
I'll be home for you
I will love you
you will love me too
I'll say sorry and mean it
I'll talk to you when I'm upset
I will make you laugh when your sad
Yes, I'll be home for you
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Chapter 1: Tuesday
"What's that?" Gideon said out loud to herself, looking down quickly at the little yellow piece of paper that was now cascading to floor. It had fallen out of her bag when she half hazzardly shoved into her work locker. Picking up the paper she read the scratchy male handwriting to herself;
Nate Bergsted 651-578-6161
"Ooooh" Gideon said half out loud and half in a breath. The significance of this tiny piece of paper is that this was the name and number of a man around her own age, from church that might want to buy her car. Gideon had completely forgotten getting his information during church last Thursday. Nate had found her in the crowd of people walking to watch a baptism, while moving from the little sanctuary they meet to the big one where the church building had thier baptismal pool. Nate is a shortish stalky man, standing about 5' 6" to Gideon's 5'8", pre-mature balding causing it's havok on his stylishly untidy light brown hair, and some almost trendy glasses placeed upon his face. Whatever he may have lacked in height or hair he made up with a big smile and an energetic greeting. "Of course, first impressions are hard to judge by..."Gideon thought to herself that night. "His energy and friendliness could always end up being the result of overcompensation for a lack of actual conversation skills." Gideon was always the optimist.
Quickly Gideon put the yellow piece of paper back in to her bag and ran back to work. She was needed up front due to another rush of hungry quazi corporate men and women coming in for sanwhiches. Along with being noted Best Bakery 2001-2008 for our delicious breads and cookies. Great Harvest also had a local reputation for serving up a kickbutt sandwhich. The day went by so quickly and before she even had time to sit and think about her plans for the afternoon or even think about Nate Bergstedt again; it was 1pm and time to clock out and leave Bakery Land. Gideon walked out to the parking lot, promptly got into her car and stuck the key in the ignition; she needed to roll down the windows ASAP. Today was an almost unseasonably warm day. Hitting nearly 75 degrees in the first week of April was pretty must unheard of in this part of Washington State. Lazily, she looked at the collection of trash on her passenger side floor and then up to her bag laying open on the the seat beside her; waiting patiently for the other drivers in the lot to let her out of her spot. Laying right on top of the random collection of things that had accculated in her bag was Nate's yellow note. Almost in reflex, Gideon grabed the paper, grabbed her cell phone and began to dial. There was no answer so she left a message.
"Uh, Hi! This is Gideon. I'm the girl from church that's selling her car. I know we kind of talked about how much I needed to sell the car for last week, but, uh there has been some changes in my financial options, some awesome changes! And, uh I wanted to give you first dibs on the lowered price of my car. If you're still looking to buy a car.... uh... yeah. Call me back. 253-279-1357."
Always graceful... uh, uh, uh...
Nate Bergsted 651-578-6161
"Ooooh" Gideon said half out loud and half in a breath. The significance of this tiny piece of paper is that this was the name and number of a man around her own age, from church that might want to buy her car. Gideon had completely forgotten getting his information during church last Thursday. Nate had found her in the crowd of people walking to watch a baptism, while moving from the little sanctuary they meet to the big one where the church building had thier baptismal pool. Nate is a shortish stalky man, standing about 5' 6" to Gideon's 5'8", pre-mature balding causing it's havok on his stylishly untidy light brown hair, and some almost trendy glasses placeed upon his face. Whatever he may have lacked in height or hair he made up with a big smile and an energetic greeting. "Of course, first impressions are hard to judge by..."Gideon thought to herself that night. "His energy and friendliness could always end up being the result of overcompensation for a lack of actual conversation skills." Gideon was always the optimist.
Quickly Gideon put the yellow piece of paper back in to her bag and ran back to work. She was needed up front due to another rush of hungry quazi corporate men and women coming in for sanwhiches. Along with being noted Best Bakery 2001-2008 for our delicious breads and cookies. Great Harvest also had a local reputation for serving up a kickbutt sandwhich. The day went by so quickly and before she even had time to sit and think about her plans for the afternoon or even think about Nate Bergstedt again; it was 1pm and time to clock out and leave Bakery Land. Gideon walked out to the parking lot, promptly got into her car and stuck the key in the ignition; she needed to roll down the windows ASAP. Today was an almost unseasonably warm day. Hitting nearly 75 degrees in the first week of April was pretty must unheard of in this part of Washington State. Lazily, she looked at the collection of trash on her passenger side floor and then up to her bag laying open on the the seat beside her; waiting patiently for the other drivers in the lot to let her out of her spot. Laying right on top of the random collection of things that had accculated in her bag was Nate's yellow note. Almost in reflex, Gideon grabed the paper, grabbed her cell phone and began to dial. There was no answer so she left a message.
"Uh, Hi! This is Gideon. I'm the girl from church that's selling her car. I know we kind of talked about how much I needed to sell the car for last week, but, uh there has been some changes in my financial options, some awesome changes! And, uh I wanted to give you first dibs on the lowered price of my car. If you're still looking to buy a car.... uh... yeah. Call me back. 253-279-1357."
Always graceful... uh, uh, uh...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday = Poetry Day!
I've decided to make Wednesday's the day to post poetry! Yay! To start the first ever, Wednesday = Poetry Day... a poem by me.
-G-diddy
Attention
The reason why my heart is broken,
is not what happened.
It’s the knowledge of what could have been.
You could have been there when I needed your support.
You could have made me feel like I had worth.
Your apology seems empty to me.
I’ve heard the words a thousand times before.
Truthfully, I want to forgive you – it’s hard.
Your actions left bitterness in me,
a broken part that wasn’t anticipated.
What you say now cannot unbreak the heart you broke.
I’m broken.
I don’t know how to be fixed.
-G-diddy
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