Her Smiling Eyes

Saturday, January 22, 2005

My house smells funny.
My masha is cooking.
Therefore, whatever she is cooking smells funny.
Boo.

I shoveled a whole deck full of snow. The snow was a foot high. It was not cool. I had to toss all the snow into a little 3 ft by 3 ft square. Not cool at all.

And now I hurt. Especially my back. That makes me sad.

Jenny needs a back rub-- any takers? I would even reciprocate, I s'pose lol.

Now it smells like gingerbread and mint. I know she's cooking this beef barley soup...but why does it smell so random? Ginger bread and mint? WTF, mate?

I had soup and hot tea. That made me happy.

I like how in a very nice song, they find a way to incorporate 'deep-fried chicken' in there. Don't get me wrong, I love fried chicken--it just kind of threw me off.

I made breakfast this morning. I made eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns =D

Mike moves back today. Well, due to all the snow and so on, it will probably take a while for him to get home. But the most important thing is that he's home and safe. I anticipate his return, only I am a little nervous. It's been about a year and a half of distance. I've never really gotten used to him being so far away, but nevertheless, I will have to get use to him being back. I've grown a lot since he's moved. Not necessarily apart from him but up. Im sure he has grown up, too. But we've both grown in different ways. When I last saw him, it was almost like old times. Almost because it wasn't old times--there was a span of time between the old times and now. I hope we can catch up and maybe that piece of my heart he took will return and still fit nicely. Then again, nothing can piece back together as nicely as before. I don't know. It doesnt really matter anymore, I s'pose, considering my heart as adapted to this constant mending process.

Love heals all. But then again, with love comes pain in some way or another.

So lets save our hearts the trouble and simple conclude that love is an enigma. Once you experience it, you gotta understand that you take the good with the bad. Usually, the good over rules the bad. But then again, that is from an optimistic lover's eyes. Actually, I dont really think I have even experienced love. I've only seen it as a one way street. Does that count as love? I don't know. Anyway, somehow I remain optimistic.

The sun has migrated nearer to it's final resting spot
This happens to be in my vision, unfortunately
I gaze at it through the half open blinds
All my senses are keen at this point in time
I hear the humming of snowblowers and soft sound of the radio
I smell the funny smell of experimental cooking
I taste the cherry flavor of my chapstick
due to the unconscious habit of biting my lip
I feel contentment and relaxation consume me
as well as a quiet sense of longing
I stare out the window and squint at the sun
It's as if I'm in a snowglobe
and the shaking never ceases
Someone is having fun

Calling all masseuses =/
My back is sad =(

Love to all

Jenny at 3:05 PM

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Saturday, January 22, 2005 My house smells funny. My masha is cooking. Therefore, whatever she is cooking smells funny. Boo. I shoveled a whole deck full of snow. The snow was a foot high. It was not cool. I had to toss all the snow into a little 3 ft by 3 ft square. Not cool at all. And now I hurt. Especially my back. That makes me sad. Jenny needs a back rub-- any takers? I would even reciprocate, I s'pose lol. Now it smells like gingerbread and mint. I know she's cooking this beef barley soup...but why does it smell so random? Ginger bread and mint? WTF, mate? I had soup and hot tea. That made me happy. I like how in a very nice song, they find a way to incorporate 'deep-fried chicken' in there. Don't get me wrong, I love fried chicken--it just kind of threw me off. I made breakfast this morning. I made eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns =D Mike moves back today. Well, due to all the snow and so on, it will probably take a while for him to get home. But the most important thing is that he's home and safe. I anticipate his return, only I am a little nervous. It's been about a year and a half of distance. I've never really gotten used to him being so far away, but nevertheless, I will have to get use to him being back. I've grown a lot since he's moved. Not necessarily apart from him but up. Im sure he has grown up, too. But we've both grown in different ways. When I last saw him, it was almost like old times. Almost because it wasn't old times--there was a span of time between the old times and now. I hope we can catch up and maybe that piece of my heart he took will return and still fit nicely. Then again, nothing can piece back together as nicely as before. I don't know. It doesnt really matter anymore, I s'pose, considering my heart as adapted to this constant mending process. Love heals all. But then again, with love comes pain in some way or another. So lets save our hearts the trouble and simple conclude that love is an enigma. Once you experience it, you gotta understand that you take the good with the bad. Usually, the good over rules the bad. But then again, that is from an optimistic lover's eyes. Actually, I dont really think I have even experienced love. I've only seen it as a one way street. Does that count as love? I don't know. Anyway, somehow I remain optimistic. The sun has migrated nearer to it's final resting spot This happens to be in my vision, unfortunately I gaze at it through the half open blinds All my senses are keen at this point in time I hear the humming of snowblowers and soft sound of the radio I smell the funny smell of experimental cooking I taste the cherry flavor of my chapstick due to the unconscious habit of biting my lip I feel contentment and relaxation consume me as well as a quiet sense of longing I stare out the window and squint at the sun It's as if I'm in a snowglobe and the shaking never ceases Someone is having fun Calling all masseuses =/ My back is sad =( Love to all Jenny at 3:05 PM Comments: Post a Comment
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