Monday, November 21, 2011

Played Again and Puppies

As I started to mention earlier, I'm officially on Thanksgiving break this week.  Normally this fact would have me in a state of euphoria, but I have such a huge stack of literary response essays to grade that it's hard to feel like I'm on break.  I graded the essays for my honor's class already, and theirs alone took me three days.  With two more classes to go, I can just see the grading stretching out in front of me for miles...and miles....

But still, it's great to be on break, even with the grading.  I slept in until 8:15 this morning and it felt so nice.  Today Trin and I enjoyed our testosterone-free day, and that was really cool.  We watched Julie and Julia.  I've heard good things about the movie, but I personally thought it dragged out a little too long.  Plus I don't care for how it ended, but I guess that's the crux of true stories.  The one thing I could completely connect with though was the main character's desire to be a writer.  I actually got tears in my eyes when she received all of those messages on her machine from editors and publishers who were interested in publishing her work.  It must be an amazing moment...that precise minute in life where suddenly everything you have ever dreamed of comes true.

Speaking of writing, I deleted this poem from my blog last week (I think), but now I'm putting it back.  I don't care if it makes me sound like I'm moody or overly-dramatic.  This time it's staying.  Note to Self:  Quit caring what you "sound like" when you write.

You painted the possibility
Yet I never told
You put it on the table
Impassioned and bold
You said you’d bear the burden
I refused to fold
Despite your calculated words
that spun a fool’s gold

Now, you run away,
covering your face
And strand me here,
burning in our disgrace
How simple you are, to
think you can erase
The rips and stains
you wreak upon lace

So cloak yourself in shame,
and leave me to dwell
In this empty place where
you played me so well
‘Cus even amidst your
cowardly-lade hell
I protect you, and will
never ever tell.

Have I mentioned lately how inundated my house is with puppies?  There are puppies all over.  Everywhere I walk, I'm followed by a trail of puppies, chewing my toes.  Or I'm tripping over puppies.  Or I'm saving them from whatever little contraptions they've gotten stuck in.  And ever since we switched them to puppy chow (about three days ago), they're plopping little land mines on the floor like every fifteen minutes.  Thank goodness we no longer have carpet!  Since we've lost both Calzaghe and Lily (damn animal control), we decided we're going to keep one of the puppies.  His name is Yang.  He's adorable...I'll post a picture of him soon.

Oh, I forgot to mention that with the money raised from our Top Turkey fundraiser, my club was able to provide Thanksgiving Day feasts to 22 local families!  Everything including the turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, veggies, sweet potatoes, and ingredients for pumpkin pie.  SO worth all of the work!


  1. I agree, julie and julia was to long! i liked julie's story but they could have left most of julia's out. The poem is really good. Did you write it for a assignment or just because?

  2. Exactly! I understand that the producers needed to incorporate Julia Child's story, or else the whole concept of the movie would be a moot point. But they really dragged it out way too long. I felt guilty because I was actually getting bored. On the other hand, Julie's story was really cute and entertaining to watch. I REALLY wish the two women had come together at the end. It seemed like everything in the movie was leading up to that point, and then...nada.

    I wrote that poem eight or nine years ago for a poetry class I took at Cal-State. The assignment was to take a character from a novel and write a poem from his or her point of view. I did mine from the point of view of a troubled minor character named Anne, but I can no longer remember the book she came from. For our final, we had to recite one poem from our portfolio in front of the class, and my instructor chose this one for me to recite. He liked it because he said I used all three tenses (first stanza is past, second is present, and third is future), and I used second person point of view, which apparently is uncommon in poetry. Also, every other line happens to be exactly five syllables long (except for one). I think that was just me micro-managing my poem. ;)

    Oops, sorry for the long-winded reply! I've been home with kids for two days now...I need to go find some grown-ups to talk to like, NOW. Lol


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