Poets Have Been Mysteriously Silent on the Subject of Cheese

G.K. ChestertonAlarms and Discursions

I used to fancy myself a poet, once upon a time. However, I never had much love for haikus. These syllable based poems used to drive me crazy, as they were, in my mind, too structured and forced to be short to be of much use in expressing myself. However, the newest weekly challenge has set a new goal for me… overcome this hatred for the 17 syllable haiku, and bust out five of them. Ready for my first haikus? Here they are…

Creamy mild flavor,

Fun to play with when eating

swiss cheese is so good!

(HA! Take that, G.K. Chesterton)

 

Cold air bites my skin

Visable breath in small puffs

November is here

 

Laundry all around,

Dishes need to get done too

So many chores to do

 

Bills are owed, need paid,

Rent is due, car payment, too

Off to work I go.

 

Kids aren’t babies now,

But not grown to teenager.

Slow down and enjoy!

 

Nope, still not fond of haikus, but glad I gave it a shot. I know there’s two weekly challenges written by me. The earlier post is from last week’s challenge, but I didn’t notice that before I wrote it, so you get two today. Enjoy.

History is the Essence of Innumerable Biographies

Thomas Carlyle

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, my mother, Lee Ann, passed away about a week ago. I’d written about her before, but came across a weekly writing challenge called “Traces” in which we are challenged to write about leaving our mark on the world, and she’s the first person I thought of when regarding this challenge.

When reflecting upon my mother, of course there are fond memories, there are not so fond ones, too. My mother was not a saint… far from it in fact, but I loved her even more for all her misgivings. She was raised in California, dirt poor, in the 1950’s and 60’s. She had two older half brothers and one younger sister. She didn’t like to tell me stories about the things she did when she was young very often, but I know she was picked on, hated her own image, and made some rather poor choices in husbands early on.

When I tell other people about my mother, I don’t sugar coat a thing. She was honest, and so too am I. Her honesty could hurt sometimes, and maybe she wasn’t always transparent with everyone, but she was with me. When my sisters and I reminisce of her, we don’t talk about that trip we took or that time she was so nice… we tell stories about how people stared in horror as she yelled at us in a Mc Donald’s play place to get down or she’d “rip our arms off and beat us over the head with it”.

So why am I writing about my mother in a challenge about leaving my mark on the world? Well, I’m pretty certain that I’m (one of) her marks on the world. Sure, she made some awesome stuff that will still be around, now that she’s gone. She met lots of people, even took some of them in and cared for them when they were down. Those people will remember her and what she did, too. But I (and my siblings) are the result of her molding. Her mindset; brought to life. I am the product of her lifestyle, choices, personality… her everything. I am her mark on the world, and so too my children will be, after I’ve had more time to mess with their little minds and mold them into my little clones.

I am not my mother’s twin, but I carry a lot of her with me. We had the same hair, the same laugh, and the same pace and tone when speaking. People mistake me for her on the phone. Her views and mine were like night and day on some topics, and on ones we agreed on, we’d still debate the same side. She wasn’t the most understanding of what I thought, and nor I of her. She and I weren’t physically affectionate either. Honestly, I should have hugged her more. My mother loved the crap out of me though. I know she was proud of me, she said so often.

Now that she’s gone, her legacy is what she made. She made tons of objects, like dog agility equipment, painted rocks, polished rocks, paintings, blankets, and shadow boxes. However, it was the life she made herself, and those who gravitated towards it, that are her true legacy. I am who and what I am because of her, and I know she altered other lives outside our family, too. She was naturally nurturing, and people always just found her. Her legacy is her story, and now that she isn’t here to tell it, I suppose I should someday.

I hope someday I have impressed upon my children the importance of legacy; of family, and how they are my mark on the world. I’ve learned from my mother’s shortcomings and try not to have the same ones, but I’m sure the ones I do have will be remembered by my children. Someday, when they talk about legacy, I hope they think of me, I hope they know that THEY are MY mark on this world… and pass that on to their children. My story, my legacy, my mark on the world, is family.

Somebody Loves Me!

 

Hugz

Hugz

I have a fan, who knew? Kidding. Obviously there will be readers, but every now and again, I find one I didn’t know about before that has a blog of their own. Today’s blogger is Ruhtra of Holy Shock who tagged me in a little meme. So I’m gonna do this meme, but before I do, let’s give a little shoutout to Ruhtra! Ruhtra’s blog Holy Shock is a personal and interesting read into the life of a holy pally, but often his own thoughts and opinions weigh in heavily, and it is easy to relate to him on his topics. I can tell this blog is gonna be a good read, and I look forward to seeing more of it!

 

And now for the meme

 

  • When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real.
  • Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.
  • List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!
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    7 Awesome Blogs To Read (That I Award): (In no particular order)

    1. Big Red Kitty — Expected? Maybe. But I don’t even play a hunter, and I’m fairly convinced I could tell you all about it thanks to him. I especially love the little pieces where he argues with himself or when he talks about military matters. BRK is an enjoyable read, even if you don’t play a hunter.

    2. Egotistical Priest — And here I thought I was full of myself. Ego has a lot of information to take in, but it’s written for the newcomers and the old. Ego has such a way of adding a humor twist to the posts that you just can’t help but enjoy them. A great read.

    3. Lady Jess — I link her a lot, but I just love her views on WoW. Jess has the uncommon ability to find the smallest details in this game we overlook so often. It’s always refreshing to go there and see what gem she’s found recently.

    4. World of Matticus — I’m a healer. This is my go-to resource to find out the latest and greatest in game updates and in healing. Matticus and his team have researched far and wide  to provide the best healer related information out there.

    5.  Actually, I give up here. I know so many bloggers but they’ve all been tagged already!

    Now…. the second half….

    10 Truths…

    1. I’m a terrible terrible homemaker. I’m sure you already knew that, but Im gonna state it again anyways….. TERRIBLE

    2. I am in college right now, and I am maintaining a 4.0 GPA. So far I am only six courses in, but whatever, its a start.

    3. Garen is the cook in our house…. though I can do minor cooking, I just never learned to be very good at it.

    4. I was never very secure in my religion until recently. But I never lied about it, either.

    5. I’ve held three jobs, and all three for a year or less each.

    6. I am a diagnosed Bi-polar… and now they are making me take pills for it.

    7. I have quit smoking 4 times, once for each pregnacy and once when I first married Garen. I quit quitting cause nobody likes a quitter! (actually the pills from above are also a quit smoking aid! I really AM trying for the 5th time)

    8. I’m only just now believing that I might be intelligent after all.

    9. I am terribly insecure about how I look and how people see me. I constantly worry about the image I make and am always walking on egg shells to make sure everything is pleasant.

    10. Despite the fact that they are just terrible for you, I drink an Amp every morning. Its a habit I started at 16 when Garen demanded I never drink coffee again (and I don’t!)

    A Meme

    I’ve been tagged by that lovable hunter over at Dechion’s Place… The meme, originally started by One Among Many simply asks:

    Go back to your first few posts. Who was the first person to EVER comment on your blog? Call them out, link that post and thank them! Then tag a few folks to see who they call out.

    Well….. 

    Dechion Commented first, followed by Asara, and Larisa all on my post… An Introduction, of Sorts.

    They all wished me good luck and welcomed me to the blogosphere! I started out not knowing where I wanted to take this blog… and I still really don’t know, but I’m having fun anyways stumbling my way around and ranting about whatever comes in front of me. However, this blog is here to stay. Merry Christmas everyone…. oh and I don’t tag anyone… this meme has been around for a while now.

    I’ve Been Tagged

    Dechionof the former Benameless, now Dechion’s Place, has tagged me. Blame him, not me.

    Really, I think its fun to see where people where or what they were doing when this stuff came up. So here we go.
    September 11 Attacks


    September 11, 2001: When the first plane hit, I was on my way to school. My friend Malia had picked me up in her car (we took turns, gas was pricey at 99 cents a gallon -.-) The radio was on to our usual Pop/Rock music station when mid song it was interupted to bring us the news of the first plane. Malia understood better then I did. I didn’t even know where the world trade center was, despite being only a couple of weeks from my 17th birthday.

    Once we made it to school everyone was talking about it. Some were upset because they had family there. I was on the other side of the country, near Seattle, Washington, but it was effecting us just as badly. I was in my first period class, english, when the second plane hit. We’d been allowed to have the news on in class as part of the “current events” segments of class. We watched as the second plane hit. One hour after that, we were dismissed from school.

    Bremerton, the town I’d grown up in was home to Puget Sound Naval Shipyard, and also nearby Sub Base Bangor. We were told that both stations were threatened for attack, and the base employees were sent home except for those that were needed to tend to the ships, my father included. My mother didn’t seem worried, but I was scared. Things were never the same again at home or at that base. They changed the rules for being able to go on and go off the base. We knew we were going to war. Recruiters hit our school hard, it was our Senior Year. More then half my class went to war in Iraq after graduation. Some stayed, some have come home. Three have died.

    Space Shuttle Challenger Disaster


    January 28, 1986: In 1986 I was two years old. Too young to know or understand what was going on around me. I’d seen video later of the tradgety, and it is a very sad thing, but at the same time, while it was part of my generation, its not something I can recall for myself.

    Hurricane Katrina


    August 29, 2005: I was at work at the bank at the time. There was a TV always on in the lobby that I could see from my teller window. We turned off the usual elevator music and turned up the TV. As I worked through the day I watched the disaster happen. I’ve been fortunate to have always lived on the west coast. I’ve never had to deal with hurricanes. However here in Ketchikan we do have hurricane force winds and rain, we just dont call them that. I was in disbleif when they told me Garen was on recall to help clean up the mess. He never got called, but the result of the unpreparedness for the storm was mind boggling. How can you NOT be prepared for something that occurs yearly in your part of the world? Either way, its still a mess, but better prepared now.

    Reagan Assassination Attempt

     

     

    March 30, 1981: this happened three years prior to my birth, so as much as I’d like to bullshit my way through it, you’d know I was totally lying.


    John Lennon’s Death


    December 8, 1980: This one was even earlier. Four years before my birth, hell, Garen was only two months old when this happened. So its a no go here for me, too.
    Kurt Cobain’s Death


    ca. April 5, 1994: I was in fourthgrade when this happened. Not yet a Nirvana fan and pretty oblivious to his death. However, when I married in 2002, I went to the EMP in Seattle durning my honey moon. On display were all kinds of stuff that he’d had, including hand written lyrics, clothes, guitars and pictures. Looking at his stuff made me sad. He was a person just the same as you or I. Opinionated, had ideas, and dreams. Loved his little girl. He needed help, no one could help him though. And he died from it. I was sad in my later years not because this man was famous and touched me somehow, but because it was apparent he was losing his way, and no one helped him.

    Brandon Lee’s Death

     

    March 13, 1993. I saw the movie The Crow at a party when I was 15 years old. I didn’t know the story until then. While unusual, this one didn’t seem so tragic to me. It was an accident and that sucks, but because of how old it was I guess and the minorness of the loss, it didn’t bother me. I was bothered by the deaths of Lisa “Left Eye” Lopez of TLC, and of Ahliya because they were young, and both died in accidents that weren’t any cause of their own. I was old enough to remember them personally though and I think it made the difference.

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