Ramblings

[TuesdaysGirl]

UGH! I AM disgusted! Dis...gus...te d!
And to think, I wanted him to win. What a cad!
Men and their deceptions.
UGH!

[TuesdaysGirl]

It's ten-thirty and I'm tired. I would sleep except I've yet to shower. I'm third in line.

Both living rooms and the loft are filled with relatives. Pull out bed and air mattresses. Pile high pillows and bountiful blankets. The house in disarray.

I'm trying not to be annoyed.

I need a bum weekend. I really do. My mind's screaming for silence, my soul's yearning for quiet.

With the CSET MB is beyond annoyance. I completely understand.

[TuesdaysGirl]

I want it with an intensity that leaves me grasping for breath.
This crazy dream of my.
I want it.

[TuesdaysGirl]

Another year, another celebration. I'm smiling.

I think I love you W. Blake, you contradicting man! Forget Wordsworth, forget Coleridge and Byron! You are my Romantic man.

[TuesdaysGirl]

Family:

Grandfather was an opium addict
Grandpa too kind, was the verdict
in homes aligned
in hovels divined

Grandmother poisoned her mother
Grandma, one hand too small to bother
helped she tried
"I can't" she never lied

One Uncle died among the burrows
My only Aunt, suicide, oh the sorrow!
an injustice never avenge
a regret in deep set revenge

Father, his silence is deep
Mother, her kindness never sleeps

Family

of My

She read.

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She dreams of my Little Ponies
blue, pink, purple, yellow
smiles
Bright
dancing
laughing
Sweet
Oh...A.

[TuesdaysGirl]

Blake > Wordsworth > Coleridge > Keats > Byron!

Anyhoo....I'm not feeling too good at the moment. The Penny Candies are at fault. I ate 4 stacks. Why, oh why, do they have to taste so good!

Great news: S gave birth today! Baby Sophia arrived in our world today around 12:35.

Driving to work this morning, I realized that we are just about at summer's end. I'm feeling divided. I'm going to miss summer. It has been a good summer. A summer of reflection and initiation. A summer of eye-openers.

Yet, I'm anticipating fall. I can't wait to see how things unfold. A few changes are in store for me. Good changes...I hope. The vision is a lot less distorted, the path clearer, my goals closer.

On that note - darn, I really do want that first kiss! LOL. 

[TuesdaysGirl]

Mom and Auntie CY asked me the other day to help coordinate this year's Family gathering. Specifically, they want me to contact the youth group and inform everyone of this year's theme. We're all to dress in Hmong clothes and eat and dance the night away. LOL. It's a sight I can't wait to see!

I'm stuck in a feminist literary stage at the moment. All I'm reading are works by female authors. Bronte, Austen, Di*ckinson, Barrett Browning, Wollstonecraft -- the pioneers of women's lit. I can only imagine what it'll feel like to be in a room with all of them.

So, Fall is practically here. Looks like it's back to boots and sweaters:

[TuesdaysGirl]

Feminist Polemics: A Feministic Approach to the Tales of the Janes...

My eyes are heavy with sleep. It's late, early morning is on the hidden horizon. Just a little longer, a few mindful minutes, some significant seconds, just a little longer... 

[TuesdaysGirl]

I feel horrible. Sorry, grandma.

[TuesdaysGirl]

I don't like these feelings...unc ertainty, doubt, fear. I hope they dissipate soon.

A is too cute. She asked, when I told her my mom was getting her hair color, "With crayons Auntie CC?" She's getting good at drawing people. I actually have eyes, a mouth, and hair in her drawings these days. She drew me with a gummy bear today. The gummy bear I recognized, unlike the duck from her last drawing for me.

My head hurts at the moment. Good thing tomorrow's Friday.

[TuesdaysGirl]

A new year teeters on the horizon. Change is a complexity of a thing, don’t you think? It is odd and funny, memorable and not so memorable. It evolves and moves, and yet, it doesn’t really. We change, time change, settings change, and yet, the threads of likeness remains, never changing, always, interchangeabl e.

The rain continues. Last night, I read MB again and cried, to the rain. I always, always, cry to M.B. I think I shall love you, with all of my heart, and every inch of my soul, if you can tell me why.

This morning was a morning of reflections. Looking out my window, into the rain, I was reminded of my dreams. It made me smile. I’ve yet to achieve them. I doubt I’m anywhere near achieving them. But I smiled, nonetheless.

[TuesdaysGirl]

Often times, in the hustle of everyday life, we forget the important things. The little, minute things that make our existence worth-while. I am grateful for the holidays because they serve as a reminder, reminding us of what's truly important.

I am so fortunate to be surrounded by so much love and joy. It is an unexplainable happiness that, when mindful, leaves me a little breathless. I hope that your holiday is as joyous and loved.
 

[TuesdaysGirl]

Aish! Okay, it was not my fault. It was not my fault. It was not my fault. I blame the gas station for putting it there. Anyhoo...my car's okay. Just a tiny, little, kind-of-noticeable scratch.

It's raining again. That means...if I'm to wear a skirt tomorrow I'll have to put on stockings. Hmmm....

Oh yes, I almost forgot, something bit me on the chest!

And finally, I should be writing. I should, but A&A are giving me a headache. I'm, they're, at a standstill. 

[TuesdaysGirl]

raining?.....  RAINING??
y'all must be frum da south.

No. 

[TuesdaysGirl]

Standstills are the worst.

My mom, sister, and I went shopping today and came across a distant aunt. Odd, but everytime I see this aunt I'm always reminded of what she said when my sister got married. She told some relatives that, she couldn't understand why my brother-in-law would want to marry my sister because, in her opinion, my sisters and I aren't very pretty. I've always thought that was an odd logic. 

Odd.