That Guy...


The truck holds onto the smell of hip waders like you wouldn’t believe. They are roasting in the back cabin. The push and pull of his foot on the brake, the stretched melodies on the warped cassettes and his stories spinning faster than the wheels, makes for a good ride.

He smells like everything I need.

List

Cherry chapped stick, the taste of grade three
Skin flaking as if gravity were missing
Hair reaching shoulders, damp still
the hamburger phone from the Dawson’s house, the scent of plastic and gossip
ten minutes till work

You hearts Me!

Tonight...

rain takes the shape
of frozen seeds 
that mimic the sound tiny feet
with tiny tap shoes
shuffling south

down the window pane
away from a misty shelter
of melting night.

Traditional Lithuanian Wedding Dress....just a thought.

i went outside after sunday to try to find something with stems, with leaves, something to remind me that our feet would soon be able to run about with out socks. i found this couch, wedged in a snow bank. it was mostly the colour of the seventies, but the daisies were sweet.

kyle proposed to me the day before i went out and about, looking for life. the day before it was several degrees warmer, and the snow banks were slowly melting away, making our sidewalks into shallow rivers, running towards the roads. we were heading for dinner with friends. our feet were swallowed up in socks and boots, our steps heavy. it was awkward traveling through the water ways. we tripped on ice bergs, and had to hide from Arctic night monsters, you know the ones that live in a miniature state, until the sun sets, then they grow into giants...it was quite an ordeal getting to the corner of our street. And then we were safe in the humm of street light, and that's when kyle turned to me and proposed a proposal, a very seriously serious proposal! And I said a very certainly certain yes! It was a wondrously wonderful thing. After we held hands and did a dance in our winter boots, pounding puddles into disarray and sending the Arctic animals into a frenzy.

mid way through february...i am dreaming about spring...where i won't have rings of dry skin on my legs from winter boots and socks snaking down to my toes...where there will be less layers...less ice slicks and less long johns. hurry up sunshine.

Those guys...


Big Daddy


The Gossips


Meanie Face


Mr. Crazy

Tagged.


Seven Things

1. I like to flick pillow cases between my fingers. I find it relaxing...yes it's weird...and yes I have been doing it since I was born...and no I will probably never quit.

2. My all time favorite foods are as follows:
-saag paneer rotis from Ghandi's in Toronto
-marina and kyle's enchiladas
-my grandmother's kugelis

3. When I am alone in the kitchen cooking, I like to pretend like I am on a cooking show and do a commentary as I cook, i will also answer my imaginary viewers questions...is that weird? cause it feels kind of weird?

4. I am not a fan of spiders or sharks...though I like to google pictures of them to freak just to myself out.

5. I chatter incessantly when I am nervous...as a kid my dad nick named me Sammy Blue Jay after that annoying bird in the Green Forest.

6. I still watch Degrassi!

7. As a child I had a mini wall shrine for the late great Jim Henson.

rules:
1. link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

As for who I am going to tag...well i am not sure who is still reading this here ol' blog, but i am going to shoot out these names...though I will probably forget to leave a comment to tell them to do it.

lindsay
ariel
alek
skye
amee
suzen

and that seems like enough for now.

Mountain Climbing 

On top of Suchil, Oaxaca.

Outside of Etla, past the pavement.