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In the wind

Maggie pushed her way through the gusting air back to her truck. The sand-colored vehicle stared at her as if to say “what took you so long? I’ve been waiting forEVER”

“Hush, you silly truck. I was only gone for a minute. You’d rather me pee in there than in you, wouldn’t you?”

Sandy just looked at her disapprovingly.

Maggie sighed and turned the key in the door.

After situating all of her possessions so that she could drive without something falling on her and could almost see out of her rear view mirrors, Maggie backed Sandy out of the gas station parking lot and started out on the road again. Moving cross country was so far not the adventure she had imagined.

As she waited at the turnoff for the freeway, a movement caught her eye. Off to the side, a plastic bag was drifting along, moving faster than the cars on the on-ramp. She had seen garbage on the side of the road for the whole trip. People’s inconsideration was really pissing her off.

Once on the freeway, Maggie unwrapped the sandwich she had bought at the pit stop and cranked up the radio. At least she had good company on this solitary roadtrip.

A yellow sticky note caught on the wind soared past her windshield.

Powell’s

So, I went to Portland (Oregon) last weekend, and of course, as any trip to Portland requires, I went to Powell’s. For those of you who don’t know, Powell’s is an amazing new and used bookstore. It takes up a whole city block and is three and a half stories high. The rooms are color-coded and organized by section. The blue room has literature and poetry. The Gold room is science fiction and mysteries. The Rose room has a lot of stuff, but most notably children’s literature. The purple room has a lot of non-fiction- race and gender studies. Travel is in the orange room. Graphic novels are in the room with the cafe (brown).

I can’t go to Powell’s without buying too many books. I think once I went there and only bought one or two. Not this time though. My Powell’s and Portland withdrawal led me to purchase a whole stack even though I already own many books I have yet to read. Guess I just need to dedicate more time to reading.

Here’s the list of books I bought, in case you’re interested Read the rest of this entry

Sunshine!


I just went on a lovely weekend trip to Portland, Oregon, and for once it was sunny! Well, Friday and Saturday at least. So it was great timing that Deena from Keats and Kitsch messaged me and informed me that she had given me the sunshine award! I was completely surprised and thankful; it’s always nice to know people enjoy your writing. Anyway, below is a little bit of information about the award, and some answers to questions that it asks about recipients.

The Sunshine Award is an award given by bloggers to other bloggers. The recipients of the Sunshine Award are: “Bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogsphere”. The way the award works is this: Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them. Answer questions about yourself. Select 10 of your favourite bloggers, link their blogs to your post and let them know they have been awarded the Sunshine Award!

What inspired you to start blogging?

I have always been in the writing and editing field. Now I outreach to blogs all day at work and have been spending so much time in the blogging world that I decided to join it myself! I also think it’s a great way to get my work out there for people to read.

How did you come up with the name to your blog?

Way back when I had a myspace account (highschool) I had made my URL Ditzyairhead because I can be a bit spacey sometimes. One of my friends misread it as dairy airhead. I’ve always liked cows and I also liked the play on words (derrierre head) because I can be a bit of a butt sometimes too. So when I was brainstorming blog names I thought of that and decided to go with it.

What is your favourite blog that you like to read?

My favorite blog is a food blog called Poor Girl Eats Well. It is all about eating healthy and tastily on a budget. I love Kimberly’s writing and the stories behind her recipes. It’s one of the few food blogs that I Don’t skip down to the ingredients section.

Tell about your dream job.

Something that pays me to travel, eat, and write.

Is your glass half full or half empty?

Half full of water, half full of air.

If you could go anywhere for a week’s vacation, where would you go?

Australia. Ireland. Italy. I doubt I’d not enjoy a trip in any country though.

What food can you absolutely not eat?

Alfredo Sauce. Gross.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Most of the time, milk.

How much time do you spend blogging?

That’s hard to measure. I’ve been trying to post every day, and posts take me anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour. But then I spend time reading other blogs and trying to figure out how to get more readers (though the ones I have are awesome!) so I’ll say I average an hour a day, but sometimes spend more.

Do you watch tv – if so, what are some of your favourite shows?

Right now I love White Collar, Food reality shows (silly, I know), Blue bloods, and Once Upon A Time is amazing.

I don’t think I can choose ten bloggers that I like more than others. I often just go to the topics section of wordpress and pick one to explore. I of course enjoy blogs with poetry, travel, and food, but explore others as well. You should do the same!

That’s all for now! Have a great day everyone, and I hope you had some sunshine this weekend too!

Roadtrips and Pool

Roadtrips and pool have something very important in common.

They both are full of innuendos.

Not that the average 20-something mind isn’t full of those anyway.

Anyway, I always blast my music pretty loudly in the car, especially on long trips. And pool is commonly played in bars, also accompanied by loud music.

But pool is played by a lot of people while drinking. And of course drinking and driving should never mix. Even on golf courses.

You can’t have a roadtrip without some decent snacks, and you can’t spend too much time in a bar playing pool without ordering some appetizers.

What other connections can you find?

Turtle in a Box

scritch-scratch.

Whyyyyyyyyyy?!

Why would you put me back in this tiny box? And no, no I absolutely refuse! You are not taking me back to that blue motorous monster. That thing makes me nauseous! It feels like the world is flying by, and I’m not even moving!

Last time I was in this box I ended up in an entirely new home. I just got used to it! The curly haired boy is odd, but very entertaining. I don’t want to leave.

Let me out!

It’s dark in here. I want my mini-sun back.

….

I’ve been in here forever!

Why do you keep peeking at me? Just take me out? Yikes! Why does the world keep stopping and starting so much?

Oh yes. We stopped moving. Finally.

I’ll get to go back to my dirt!

And I sit…. and I sit…

Oh no. She’s going to pick me up.

Think of the dirt, think of the dirt.

Home! Light! Warmth!

I want another worm. I deserve it after that ordeal.

There’s some furry monster by the girl and a new human. They had better not let it near me. It looks… slobbery.

Oh good. they’re all gone.

I don’t mind the girl though. She gets along with the curly-haired boy.

I miss him.

(Don’t worry, Terra will get to go back to Jordan’s after we get back from our trip. Unfortunately, she will have to endure another car ride.)

Late

Yes I’m late; I’m very late. but it’s not important, nor a date. This running behind situation I’m in will have no greater bearing on my life or well-being than if I was early, which is usually the case.

If I had left when I planned, right now I’d be sitting, staring at my phone, trying not to nap, wondering if it was too early to go inside.

But as it is, I will walk in; a few people will ask why I’m late; most won’t notice.

And life will go on. As I look back on this day, I will not remember I was late, just like I would not remember if I was early or on time.

So I’m just going to breathe the stress out and keep driving.

Because really, that’s all I can do.

Three

She had eliminated three. Only 8 suitors remained.

When they had first been introduced to her, she found herself thinking “Is this it? This is the best selection the country has to offer?”

But when it came time to decide who would pass to the next round, she realized that she saw merit in more than a few.

In fact, only three of them had really been severely lacking in desirable qualities.

Maybe this would be harder than she thought.

Stargirl

“We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past “weird” and “strange” and “goofy.” Her ways knocked us off balance. ”

One of my favorite books from childhood is Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. The story is told by a high school junior, Leo, who is intrigued and greatly affected by a new girl in school, Stargirl. I won’t go into too much detail because I don’t want to ruin it for anyone, but this book is amazing. It shows the hive mind of high school and the world in general. it shows how people react to those who are “different”. It delves into what is “real” in life, and what we merely construct. It focuses on teenagers growing into adults, interacting with adults, and figuring out what this world is all about. A main point of the book is that it’s the little moments in our lives that can have the largest impact.

My partner and I both love books, so a couple of months ago we went to a few different used books stores. I saw Stargirl and just knew I wanted to read it again. Jordan said he was pretty sure there was a sequel. I was sure he was wrong. I would have known about that.

He was right. Read the rest of this entry

Dancing in the Rain

Here’s a piece inspired by a Nietzsche quote another blogger posted.“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”  – Friedrich Nietzsche

“Run! We can get inside before we get too wet!” Sandra pulled on Lionel’s hand, rushing to get out of the rain. Suddenly, her hand was empty, and the five year old was sprinting the other direction, spinning around and jumping in the biggest puddle he could find.

“Lionel!” Get back here! You’ll catch your death!”

***

“Oh, no! It’s raining! Our hair will get wet! The girls complained while Lionel and Jesse rolled their eyes at each other. “I have an umbrella we can share.” Jesse said to his date. Sarah looked at Lionel expectantly. “Here,” he started to take off his jacket. “You can hold this over your head.”

“But then you’ll get wet!”

“I don’t mind, really.” They got out of the car. While Jesse and the girls rushed into prom, Lionel stood for a second, looking up at the sky, basking in the rain. He looked longingly at a nearby puddle, but then turned away and ran to catch up with the others.

“Lionel, hurry up! You’re going to be soaked through for pictures!”

***

“It’s pouring down out there!” The whole office was staring at the downpour. Lionel had been busy delivering coffee to superiors all day. The rain called to him. Finally, he burst through the door and let the drops pour over his face.

“What is he doing?”

“I think he’s … dancing.”

Jade Ship

So, I’m a bit behind on this 30 day challenge thing. I guess I’ll just keep trucking and if it takes me 47 days, then so be it. Here’s Day Number 5. I wanted to edit it to make it more “show”, less “tell”, but this draft has been open for three days so I decided to just post it. So here ya go.

Jade Ship

A ship is meant to soar across the raging sea, to battle wind and wave and arrive at its destination, perhaps a little harrowed, but still able to fulfill its duty.

This ship, though, would never see an ocean. The craftsman had spent weeks, drawing plans, carving stone, polishing the ship, adding gold accents. Now he had a beautiful ship, destined to a life of identity crisis. Read the rest of this entry