If you are in the mood for a great story, BroLo shares a wonderful piece about events that happened within his new Roman home during the Nazi occupation of Italy.? It’s an amazing look at what one person can do in the middle of something unjust.
And you KNOW it’s not me.
Don’t you just hate it when your teacher has a favorite student?
You’re probably thinking, “I don’t have a favorite fortune!? What can I do Claudia???”
Well the Internet to the rescue.? You can check this site and receive a fortune as well as leave one.? My favorite?? “An apple a day keeps the doctor away – only if you throw it hard enough.”? Yeah, that’s wisdom.
Here’s another fortune cookie site.? You can get your “bad” fortune.? It’s a bit like Phoebie on Charmed becoming a demon for a show, but it’s fun anyway. The cool thing about this site is that you get to break open the cookie for your fortune.? My fortune? “If you do something right the first time, nobody will appreciate how hard it was.”
(Of course, I’m the middle child and no one appreciates me anyway, so it’s a real fortune! 
What fortunes did you get?
I was at the gym on the eliptical machine listening to Justin Timberlake tell me about love when I looked up and saw a scene from Bagdad on the television.? I was so surprised at what I saw that I almost feel off the machine.
I saw US soldiers walking with their machine guns following a tank while people rioted, threw things and burned cars around them.
Not too surprising?
What surprised me is that I saw the exact same thing in Belfast in 1986.? The uniforms were a little darker green, but it was the same exact thing – a foreign country attempting to keep the peace while people riot around them.
Holy crap. Is Bagdad the new Belfast?
I love fortune cookies.? I love their taste and, to be truthful, I love the bits of random wisdom stated in one sentence. I collect them then place them around the house.? Here’s a few that live in our house.
This one lives under my keyboard:
“The simplest answer is to act.”
These three live on our refrigerator:
“Through the eyes of love all things take on new meaning”
(This lives as an inscription to a vacation photo where we are sun touched and laughing)
“There will be delightful mysteries in your life”
(This sits near a photo of my niece and nephew)
“You will be successful in a business of your own”
(This lives under some comics – it’s a secret fortune)
This one lives in my wallet:
“Think highly of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate.”
This guy made his resume out of fortune cookie sayings.
Fess up.? What fortunes do you have around the house?
I actually saw some grass today.
I know.? Some of you see grass every day.? But here in Denver, it’s noteworthy.? There’s still five foot drifts in the front? yard and an even layer of two feet of snow in the park.
I just thought you’d like to know.
“Dude, you so are,” the man across the table says.
I’m sitting at a crowded table geeking out with the OChem professor in front of me. We’re talking about his research project. He’s giving me the blow by blow details and, well, I’m fascinated. Until I hear this comment.
I look up at the man across from me. Uh, his name is…. I don’t know. He laughs.
“Grinning boy here says he’s not a pot head,” the man says. “And I know for a fact that we’ve been smoking pot together since junior high.”
All right, I have a contact high from these two. “What is he talking about?” I ask.
“I was saying that I wasn’t a pot head in high school,” Grinning Boy says and smiles the wide smile he’s named after.
“You were too,” his friend says.
“No,” Grinning Boy said. “I smoked pot in high school but I was not a pot head.”
“What’s the difference?” I ask.
They both start talking at once. I’m not sure what they are saying because the music is loud, I have organic chemistry in my head and they are both talking at the same time.
But they nod. They’ve come to some agreement.
I look from one face to the next and nod. Glad that was decided.
Now I wonder what they decided. Any ideas?
Update: 1/27/06 – After much discussion last night, it was decided that the man across the table is called Phil.? Make a note of it.
I was tagged by Angela and thought I’d give this a spin.
1. I struggle with work-a-holism. I closed my psychotherapy practice about a year ago because I had worked over eighty hours a week for the last five years. (Well Ok, more like 100 hours a week – really.) My friends barely recognized me. I hadn’t seen my family in literally years. Now that I’m doing other work, I still struggle with working all the time.
2. I love music. All kinds. I particularly love any song that is four minutes long. Now that’s weird. My friends make fun of me because I like all these diverse four minute long songs. Most recently, I’ve been a bit obsessed with Paolo Nutini – check it out!
3. I don’t like chocolate. I kind of grosses me out.
4. I started lifting weights when I was thirteen years old. I grew seven inches that year and had trouble with my knees. I started at the insistence of my track team’s athletic trainer. And I love lifting weights. I’ve spent most of my life around sweaty men pushing weigh around.
5. I drink whiskey straight, win at poker, and can clear a pool table. My grandfather would be so proud.
6. I don’t sleep very much. Ideally, five hours of good sleep is perfect for me. If I’m lifting and exercising, I’m able to get my ideal five hours. I’ve heard all my life that I need at least eight hours – blah, blah. Some day, I might just do that.
I am going to tag Nila, Pendullum, Squirrelly, and Kim.
My head had been deeply in a couple of fiction projects. You know, you get all those people in a room and you never ever know what’s going to happen. For Christ’s sake, let’s have a little less drama!
So it’s been a while since I have found some interesting distractions for you. Here’s a few. You may have seen them.
This is six minutes long but well worth it – The Evolution of Dance
If you’re older than twenty five years old, you probably haven’t seen these either: (Be warned that these are a bit graphic.)
Dick in a Box and it’s counter part Box in a Box.
I’m back into my projects.? Cheers!
This is an open letter to the person or persons who stole our snow shovel.
Dear Thief,
I realize that it’s impossible to purchase a snow shovel in the city of Denver, but was it truly necessary to STEAL our snow shovel?
We’ve left it outside for years. Our neighbors have come to count on it when they dig out their cars or shovel their walks. You stole the neighborhood snow shovel. In fact, we learned about your theft when a neighbor came to the door looking for it.
There are some things you should know about that shovel. First, it’s too wide for Denver sidewalks. Second, it gets hung up on 100 year old cement.
Of course if you live in one of the new developments, you won’t have a problem with the shovel. But then if you lived in one of those new developments, you could damn well afford to have fourteen freakin’ snow shovels imported from some other state.
We’ve had that snow shovel for at least four years. I purchased it at one of those mega centers in the spring, when snow shovels are plenty and snow is not. It’s lived on the side of our house all this time. That is until you stole it.
I’m not mad. D.’s not mad. I just think it’s a stupid and selfish thing that could only be done by someone so immature that s/he can only see himself/herself.
So enjoy the shovel. Enjoy shoveling in bliss. You are memorialized in our neighborhood as ?that stupid jerk?. Don’t be surprised to wake up some morning and find it tattooed on your forehead. After all, it is South City Park.
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