Attack of the GIANT moth and other rediculous happenings...

I almost died this morning.
Seriously.
All because of a GINORMOUS moth!
It all began when i had the clever idea to leave my car windows cracked open this weekend cuz it was friggin hot
well, hot for Bellingham that is, and us pasty skinned residents
so there i was
on my way to work
singing with JT bout bringing sexy back
when from outta no where a GIANT moth flies INTO MY FACE!
yea... it was an ALL CAPS kinda moment
bare in mind that i am driving on a one lane highway
going 50... ok, actually 45 cuz the old tools in the country drive sllllloooooowwww
God forbid they actually drive the speed limit
but thats another story
back to the moth...
it was flapping its giant wings a flailing around my head
i frantically try to swat it away,
while trying to roll my window down
screaming
while attempting to keep my eyes open,
oh and somewhere in there im driving at 50mph, oop, i mean 45mph
the damn thing won't fly outta the window
probably because of its MASSIVE size
i swear, that thing had a doberman on its back!
it was like a black & white horror flick
my car swerving all over, its beady eyes honing in on me
finally, with one quick swat it plummeted out the window
on to terrorize another im sure
holy crap
all this before 8am mind you
yea... this week is gonna rock
happy o-canada day

ps. humidity friggin sucks, thats right, i said friggin. something is very wrong when you're actually perspiring while lying completely still. i want my NW weather back... the heat is brining out the bugs.

Oh Gas

"Holy crap" she said
When she saw the colossal price of gas
She didn't need even more to budget
It was getting hard bein a single lass

Guess she'll have to learn
All about dollar stretching
And put a stop to extravagance
Hmm, the idea wasn't fetching

Oh dear, she'd have to cut out
Her weekend shopping sprees
Stop buying Steve Madden shoes
Her feet would not be pleased

No more lovely dinners
At Anthony's Seafood House
She'd have to settle for Skippers
Who's fish tasted more like a mouse

All of this because
The gas prices they were hiking
No way, she wouldn't do it!
Guess from now on she'll just be biking

~Amanda 6/13/08

For the Moment

I have so many things I'm looking forward to in my very near future. In fact my mind has been completely lost in thoughts of my future... the guy I'm going to be with, the great job I'll have, the beautiful shoes I'll have added to my collection... etc. When suddenly it hit me... I'm spending sooo much time thinking and dwelling on the future that I've forgotten to enjoy the now. Why rush life right? Besides, I can't become who I want to be if I'm not working on me right now and if I'm not living my life right now. The future will be here soon enough but every moment until then is just as precious. This is my attempt to remember to stop, breathe, and enjoy the moment. Hope it inspires you to do the same.

For the moment

Everyone is always in a hurry

To get on to something better

They forget to enjoy the now

That its the journey that really matters

Not that I'm that best at it

Honestly I'm writing this to convince myself

To learn to stop only living for the future

Instead, enjoy each moment's wealth

I really can't complain you know

Each day I laugh and smile

I'm making an new effort to really absorb

These simple happy moments, for awhile

Sure I will still think of my future often

Feeling excitement for what's to come

But just for now, for the moment

I'm gonna smile and laugh with everyone

Ah Perception...

I've just recently had to deal with an issue of "bad-perception." and I couldn't help but wonder, what made these people jump to negative judgment?... if they had just asked or expressed concern regarding the matter then all those moments of turmoil they experienced during their bad perception could have be avoided. Course I'm not innocent of this, I know I have done the same before. Thats what got me to thinking about the power of our own individual, often 'fact-less' or 'opinion contaminated" perception.


Ah Perception
Not the same for everyone
For it is the one perceiving
Making the the one-sided decision
Of how they'll view another
Of how it is they'll judge
All the while forgetting
That their glasses have a smudge
For perception is really
Just a process of attaining
So you should not form a judgment
When there's more perceiving, in fact, remaining

Adventures In Domestication

Until very recently I was living in the quaint little town of Lynden for many months. Its a very cute "Andy Griffin" type town. The kind of town that makes you feel like you're missing something when you're walking, er, sauntering down the sidewalk, er, dusty ole road to town... like a fishing pole for instance. Don't get me wrong, I really did love it there. But I found my mind being slowly overtaken by foreign thoughts and ideas... thoughts about which fork really needs to be put furthest out from the plate, worries about the weather's effect on Marge's prize tomatos, urges to learn how to churn butter and endless discussions on what flowers would make the perfect dinner centerpiece. All good and fine things... but not exactly "Amanda thoughts."

The real clincher was when I actually had a dream about "settling down with a strapping lad, claimin' some of this here land, havin a barn raisin', and gettin to work on having a dozen lil future girl & boyscouts of America" that's when I decided to load my pack on my fishin pole and head outa Mayberry for the big city of Bellingham.

Ok, in all fairness the dream might have been a little influenced by watching "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" a few too many times growing up. Basically I think all the qualities of being a domestic goddess are fabulous... just not quite me. For I am a special breed of woman that is, in fact, undomesticatable.

I am not ashamed to admit that I vastly enjoy microwaving all my food, using just one fork for dinner (no 2nd fork or knife needed!), buying my butter from a large superstore, watching SpongeBob Squarepants because I want too (not for an anklebiters), shopping for assesories instead of making them and most of all, I really like living as a single independant, albeit somewhat idealistic and opinionated, woman who isn't ashamed that i've never scrapbooked a page in my life or compared childrens toothpaste ingredients. Thats just me, thats who I am today, and I'm lovin it.

Really, all this rambling has merely been what was suppose to be a brief intro to a poem I wrote last Christmas & wanted to share with you now. This poem was written after my very feebel attempt at knitting. I really did try, really I did. I carried those giant sticks in my purse for weeks, poking myself and others throughout... but the fact of the matter is that with my painfully slow knitting (not to mention constant back tracking) the holiday season was well over before I hade knitted barely a foot long scarf... so, until the next holiday season, my scarf (more appropriately my "pot holder") will remain at the back of my closet (in good company with other failed domestic projects), waiting for another chance to come out and try another attempt to domestic me. Until then, enjoy....


Undomesticatable

Knitting can be such a pain,
For someone just learning how
Loop & twist then loop again
My hands are cramping now

Its going to take forever
For this blasted scarf to be completed
I’m not sure it’s worth the price
Of getting my carpal tunnel treated

But a $25 dollar budget was set
For the gift exchange this year
Now I’m really hating this homemaker crap
I won’t be making this a career

Should’ve stuck to buying stuff at the mall
From the cheap items on the table
Cuz this attempt at knitting has just proven my point
That I’m Undomesticatable

~Amanda 12/07

Alone or Lonely

Couldn't sleep, so I wrote instead...

Alone and lonely

How similar they sound

But do not be persuaded

For differences abound

The cheese may stand alone

As the nursery rhyme does say

But it doesn't mean its lonely

Or sad in any way

For one can be alone

Completely happy and content

Some might even say

That time alone is time well spent

Its when you let in sadness

That you change from merely being alone

Its like letting in a sharp cold draft

Into a big warm home

Loneliness can come upon you

Even when you're in a crowd

For a crowd is not really company

Its just pictures that are loud

Loneliness is powerful and cruel

Knocking you down from where you stood

After all was it not loneliness

First of things God named not good?

But loneliness is a part of being human

The story of history tells

And it's a steadfast reminder

That we are not complete in ourselves

~Amanda 6/4/08

I Still Believe

This is from 12/07...

So I've been kinda annoyed with my moping and all around depressive status as of late and I figured that if I am in fact annoying myself, that I'm sure I've been driving everyone else absolutely insane. So I decided that I would force myself to write something positive. This is about all the things (or at least what I could think about) that I believe in after all these years. Even after all the storms of life, I still believe…

I Still Believe

I still believe in….

New beginnings

Happy endings

That there's some good in everyone

In soft, moonlit kisses

One day being called Mrs

That there's nothing I couldn't become

I still believe in…

Love at first sight

Talking and texting all night

That through written words the heart truly speaks

That there is truly someone

For each and everyone

Its when we're not looking, into our hearts love will sneak

I still believe that…

Things happen for a reason

Our lives all have seasons

That we must cherish one day at a time

That the future is bright

If we'd follow the light

One step in front of the other & you'll not fall behind

I still believe that…

When life's getting rough

You'll found out your tough

That you're actually stronger then you think

That there is much yet to learn

Life to explore, rocks to turn

So we must live BIG cuz it could be over in a blink

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

This is the product of what happens when I get bored... hope it makes you smile :)

Lather, rinse, repeat
Is what the shampoo bottle reads
Reminds me of some guys I've met
Bare with me if you'll please

"Shampoo guy" always lathers you up
Till you feel his tingling power
Then in a blink he's gone, just like a rinse
Leaving you crying, alone in the shower

Perhaps you try a few more times
After all, it says "repeat"
But its no surprise, "shampoo" guys don't last long
Yet your not ready for defeat

So you try the "conditioner guy", cuz after all,
He makes you feel silky smooth & strong
But he's just too much, he weighs you down
Time to rinse again, "conditioner" guy is gone

You shuffle through the cupboard of life
and find the "volumizer guy"
He likes to be grandiose, just too "I'm the man"
He's really less then what meets the eye

The "hair spray guy" has similar faults
And his sticky, controlling side isn't fun
You must get away, wash him out real quick
Or else spend life on the run

"Hair dye guy" isn't much better
You change everything about who you are
Soon you get tired of being fake
Plus he only looks good from afar

Of course there is "detangler guy"
Always there to get you outta a mess
But thats not my thing, don't need his help
I'm not a damsel in distress

Where is the guy who stays around
Thats strong, smooth, someone to adore
Lifts you up, holds you together, hmmm...
I need a guy thats like a leave-in conditioner

~Amanda 5/30/08

And So It Begins

Apparently what I learned in the D.A.R.E program in 4th grade never quite stuck, as I have decided to give in to the vast bandwagon and create an official blog.

However, since I do not have a husband to brag about or children to showcase or even a pet to endlessly photograph I will simply share my witt and occasional smart ass opinions. I hope you will visit my page when ever you are in need of a smile, a chuckle, and perhaps even a "Hmm" & "Ahhh". Enjoy.