August 4, 2010

Quickie

Posted in Quickie at 10:36 PM by TKWatson

Today’s Quickie Topic: Poetry

This is my favorite poem, by Emily Dickinson, who is one of my very favorite poets.  I honestly can’t tell you why this poem strikes me to the degree that it does, but from the moment I first read it, I loved it.

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

Emily Dickinson led a rather extraordinary, but still boring life.  Her biography is littered with the deaths of people she loved.  This is often thought to be a partial cause of her eventual seclusion.  In the latter years of her life, she was rarely seen in public.  She never married and kept close friends primarily through letter correspondence.  Very few of her writings her published during her lifetime and it wasn’t until decades after her death that unedited versions were published.

Here is another of my favorites…

I started Early — Took my Dog —
And visited the Sea —
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me —

And Frigates — in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands —
Presuming Me to be a Mouse —
Aground — upon the Sands —

But no Man moved Me — till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe —
And past my Apron — and my Belt
And past my Bodice — too —

And made as He would eat me up —
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve —
And then — I started — too

And He — He followed — close behind —
I felt His Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle — Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl —

Until We met the Solid Town —
No One seemed to know —
And bowing — with a Mighty look —
At me — The Sea withdrew —

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August 1, 2010

Lessons in English

Posted in Randomness at 2:06 PM by TKWatson

I was pulling out from the driveway of my parents’ house yesterday and a car down the street caught my eye.

I drove down the street to see if what I thought I saw, was really, in fact, what I was seeing.

Yes.  Yes it was.

I had to take a picture to share.

This is what I saw:

UHHHH……. WHAT?!?

So… then I thought… well… maybe it was an accident.  Maybe the spelling on the back windshield will be right.

I drove around to see this:

WRONG! (0 for 2)

Now… I don’t claim to be a great speller.  In fact, I’ll admit that I’m a pretty bad speller most of the time.  But I don’t typically spell four letter words wrong.  And I definitely don’t typically spell four letter words wrong ON MY CAR.  (Do we need to push to have spell check added as the next standard feature in cars…?)

I just can’t seem to understand how on earth this happened.  My parents’ neighborhood is a nice, middle class neighborhood.  Not a place where I would expect to find a bunch of illiterate people.  Not exactly a car I would expect to be driven by an illiterate person.

Maybe this person is dyslexic?  In which case… I feel really bad for making fun of them… but seriously… maybe you should ask someone else to do the writing on the car?  Or at least have someone else check the writing on the car?  Just a thought.

I just… uhhh… ummm… I mean….

Ugh.

There are no words.

Except: SAEL.

July 29, 2010

Evidentiary Support for My Claim of Blonde-ness

Posted in Blonde Moments, Story of My Life, The Amazing G at 9:56 PM by TKWatson

Me: So, what did you learn about in the training class today?

G: Aerial Port Operations.

Me: Ummm… Oh.  Ok.

G: What?

Me: Well… ummm… what’s an aerial port?

G: Seriously?

Me: Ya… I don’t know what an aerial port is.

G: An aerial port.

Me: ……  …….

G: Do you know what a port is?

Me: A place where boats go.

G: Uhh… ya.  That’s one type of port.  Do you know what an AIR port is?

Me: An air port?

G: Ya.  an airport.

Me: Ohhh!!  An airport!!

…..

…….

So… an aerial port is like an airport?

G: I’m going to just pretend like this conversation didn’t happen…

Prayers of an (almost) Military Wife

Posted in Military Wifery at 12:35 AM by TKWatson

I sat here starring at my computer screen for a great long while tonight, trying to find some inspiration to write about something.  I decided that forcing it just wasn’t going to work, and gave up.  I then clicked on over to my handy Google home page where a little something in the corner caught my eye.  One of the “widgets” on my homepage is a “top news” box, which displays three hot news article headlines.

“CARGO PLANE CRASHES AT AK BASE; 4 PEOPLE ON BOARD”

G is in Alaska.  G works on a base.  G doesn’t fly in cargo planes, but given what G’s job is, him being near a cargo plane is not at all unlikely.

So I opened up the article.  Sure enough… the crash happened in Anchorage.

Cue Panic.

So… I sent a text to G… and then I thought “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU MORON?!  CALL HIM.  DON’T TEXT HIM AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!”

So I took my own Awesome advice and called him.  Luckily, he answered and informed me that, yes, he’d heard about the crash, but no, he wasn’t in any way involved and didn’t even know much about it.  He was happily eating delicious food at Red Robin.

Relief.

Plane accidents happen at airports all around the world.  I image the fact that this crash happened to be a military plane on a military base is unrelated to the specific dangers of military missions.

Still… I couldn’t help but realize… this almost certainly won’t be the last time in my life with G when I’ll panic, thinking that something physically, mentally, or emotionally damaging may have happened to him.  Panic worthy events are bound to occur in “normal” life; I have to imagine that panic stricken moments are basically guaranteed, on at least a semi-regular basis, when your husband is deployed to a foreign land in a war zone.  And during those times, I won’t have the luxury of picking up the phone and calling him like I did tonight.

That’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get there.  (I am lucky that I have at least some experience with having a loved one in a dangerous job.  My dad has been a fireman for as long as I’ve been alive.  (Literally… he graduated from the Phoenix Fire Academy the night I was born.)  I’ve grown used to the idea of him walking into burning buildings on a weekly basis.  Or… at least… I’ve learned how to cope with that reality to the point that it’s something I very rarely worry over.  There is a large gap between my dad being a few miles and an easy phone call away for 24 hours, and my husband being a continent away with no guarantees of timely communication for months on end; never-the-less, I’m grateful that I at least have a foundation for learning to cope with the harsh realities of G’s job.)

I thank God that I have been so lucky as to not yet have faced tragedy in my life with the magnitude that the families of those on board the plane that crashed, are facing tonight.  The closest I can even come to relating, which I discussed here, hardly even registers on the same scale. I pray that the Lord will hold the members of those families close tonight as they face a world of unknowns and unspeakable sorrow.

I also pray that the Lord will give me the strength to make it through the times in my future when panic is my first instinct and information isn’t readily available.

Most of all, I pray that the Lord will protect G as he travels around the world, working to protect this country that I love, and that for many years to come, G will come safely and wholly home to me.

Amen.

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
Miss Piggy
A conservative is a man who sits and thinks, mostly sits.
Woodrow Wilson
I have learned to use the word ‘impossible’ with the greatest caution.
Wernher von Braun

July 27, 2010

Stay Tuned for Your Regularly Scheduled Program

Posted in Whiskey Night at 12:21 AM by TKWatson

I’m in a bit of a funk tonight.  So… writing about things I pink fluffy heart just doesn’t really feel right.  (I know, I know… the whole point of the pink fluffy heart Mondays was to help alleviate the funk.  Problem is… this isn’t the “Monday blues” kinda funk.  It’s more like a… “meh… I just want to wallow for a few hours” kinda funk.  So… please excuse what may be a series of seemingly unrelated paragraphs to follow as I write from the heart of my wallow.

(Luckily, somewhat for myself, but mostly for you — dear reader, Monday is almost over in my neck of the woods, so I don’t have long to wallow.)

The truth is… I’m not even exactly sure what I’m wallowing about.

I had a pretty nice weekend.  Friday I left work early and went up to Prescott with my sister and bff to do some wedding-ing.  We had a blast.  (At least… I did.  I’m going to pretend like they did too… because it’s my wedding and I’ll make shit up if I want to…)  Anywho… Saturday and Sunday I didn’t do much of anything except relax and spend some time with the fam for my mom’s b-day.  You’d think after all that R&R, I’d be refreshed and ready to hit the week head on!

I guess I just have a few little things eating at me that have turned into a bit of a festering sore.  I’ve really got to learn to take care of these things before they start devouring me and I end up lying motionless on my bed, paralyzed with [insert emotion of choice here: guilt, fear, anxiety, frustration, etc.] over my own inability to derive perfect solutions to the entire world’s problems. (… What?!  I just want everyone to be happy… is that so bad?)  (Don’t look at me like that, dear reader.  Stop judging.  HEY!  YOU!  KNOCK IT OFF!!!)

Oh.  Uhh… uh-hem.

Anywho… I have begun to find that writing is a sweet, therapeutic, release.  It feels good to put some words to the zillions of thoughts swimming around in my head.  It also feels good to know that at least a few people  are reading what I’m saying and getting to know the me inside my head.

So… I write.  For me.  But also for you.

If you, dear reader, can just look past all my terrible grammar, corny humor, and attempts to gloss over the things that come from the most sensitive parts of my soul… you’ll find nothing more than a small, shy, blonde girl…  desperate to connect in a way that makes her feel alive… praying that you’ll see through the words to the heart of it all and love her still (or better yet… more)… and hoping that maybe someday she can return the favor.

Ah… writing… like balm on my brain.

But alas, my time for wallowing is up as Monday in my world draws to a close.  (Or… more precisely… drew to a close about twenty-two minutes ago…).

Sweet Dreams, Dear Reader.

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