Waiting

Anxiously waiting where I might be seen
Looking for a car that may never pass
My fingers are chilled, though the warmth of indoors is near
My lips are parched, when water is just across the street
But I want to see her, sooner rather than later
The thought of her smile filled greeting
Keeps me resting outside benieth this tree

And now for something completely different

Sorry about the lack of posts as of late but I had to move, and blogging was not at the top of my priorities list. On top of that I also got a girlfriend. Consequently the tone of my poetry will probably change a bit, and I apologize but I am going to post an occasional romantic poem. Tara does not read this site, nor does she know it exists so I'm not posting them for her, but simply because they represent my thoughts at the time.

Random

My Greek peppers froze in the fridge.

I think the real reason behind destroying pickups by excessive raising or lowering is to avoid helping people move. If your truck bed is 6 feet off the ground it's going to be as much work to get a couch into the truck as it would be to get it down from a 2nd story apartment. On the other hand if it scrapes pavement under normal circumstances, you can't really put any weight in the bed either.

On a recent family vacation someone snapped a picture of me taking a leak in the desert. It was from behind so it isn't showing anything particularly inappropriate, although the stream is displayed quite nicely.

Irish proverb: If it’s drowning you’re after, don’t torment yourself with shallow water.

Judges 4:21 "Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent, and took an hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground: for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died."

I think that life is much more entertaining when you use creative descriptions as opposed to common names. Such as cancer booths, and dual wheeled mechanism of bipedal transportation.

My girlfriend (Tara) and I spent some romantic time looking at the medical photos of burns, lacerations, and amputations. It was awesome, but I'm prone to wonder, "could she drive a tent peg through someone's skull?"

On a recent scholarship application it had options about ethnic/racial background with a follow up blank asking what sort of activities you were involved in that prove that you are part of that culture. Financial need prevented me from answering "Irish: I like beer."

I gave Tara the streams in the desert photo. I'm not sure which is more unusual: the fact I gave it to her, or the fact she so graciously accepted.