Early morning singing telegram

hi ho
this morning, in celebration of the beau's Big birthday I showed up at his door with a singing telegram. I arrived - unexpected - at 7:20 with breakfast {compliments to "uncle Tim" (Hortons)} and did a little Birthday jig. :)

It was an instant hit.

I must admit - I was really worried that it would be weird - I'm always worried about coming on too strong - you know - that psycho girlfriend type that you always hear about... but K reassured me (to the point of screaming at me - ok so maybe it was after midnight and I was still worrying about it) that it's really romantic and not in the least creepy to show up unannounced at someone's door (well - so long as the someone happens to be your bf/gf - otherwise I can't really say it's not creepy).

anyways with my good deed done for the day - I'm off to bed now - to finish sleeping.

Superwoman

Superwoman by Karyn White

"I'm not your super woman......
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down and think that everythings's ok
I'm only human"
"I'll give my love and lasting love. if you return love to me...."

these are just a few of the lines from a song that took me through a lot of my childhood. I loved this song. I would sing it at the top of my lungs and close my eyes. I memorized all the words and sang it with feeling. I was NOT your super woman - I deserved love and respect.. ...
I *was* the song.
I can't explain it any better than that. I can only ask you to remember how you held onto things as a child - maybe it was a doll or a blanket, or a corner of the house, for me it was songs - and that was one of MY songs.
My father loved me to sing that song - or maybe it was just that he liked me to sing - and express myself - (a lot of people would have said that I was a quiet child). He even got me a record with that song - a little record - what's it called? and LP?? (see I was too young to even know what it was called) - but I do know that he bought it for me - before I could even operate the record player :). and he and I would sing walking down the street. (these days K and I sing walking down the street - but for me that habit has much older roots..) I would be a bit embarassed maybe at first - but once we got off the busy streets and once I got started I would be singing and dancing like there was no one else in the world.
it is a great memory to have. I hope everyone has at least one memory so sweet.
tulip.

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a poem by me

pout pucker
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pout pucker
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separated by an attitude.

I'm in the library working on an essay - well I'm supposed to be working on an essay but I've just spent over half an hour reading Dooce.com and I still don't feel like researching. the only consolation is that I'll never have to do another geography course in my life!!! ever! again!
in other news....
On Saturday I had quite a day. in the afternoon I was quite exhausted and in need of a nap - but K and I wanted to make up something fun for dinner so we had to go to the super market. and what an adventure it was. before we left I entered my room - the conversation which followed went something like this:
"K... my bed attacked me!"
"do you have your shoes on?"
(after looking at my feet)"no... I don't seem to have my shoes on"
K then comes into my room with my runners - she proceeds to put them on - on me! she puts my shoes on. she holds one foot, and presses on the shoe and then ties the laces, she repeats with the other foot. I am laughing so hard I don't know how she manages it - I seriously don't know the last time someone put my shoes on for me - I must have been 3 years old!
At the super market 2 more funny things happened

• an old lady winked at me (she liked Easter candy too)
• we accosted a tall boy (we made him take down some crackers which were far too high)

dinner was a success - amazing acorn squash (baked and laced with brown sugar - can we just talk about that for a second?!) and salmon - always a hit.
now I'm off to bang my head on the keyboard like Don Music used to do.... "I'll never get it! never get it!" (for those of you who are unfamiliar with the seseme street character - that's really what he says and does - I'm not crazy!)
tulip

Please turn down your perfume

I am currently sitting in Robarts library - it is 3:33 am and I am tired. but this is not the reason for my rant (though I must admit that perhaps it is, because when I'm tired it's as though my senses are heightened instead of dulled).
I am ranting because two girls just came in and sat about 20 feet away, and from the moment they walked in my senses have been DRENCHED in scent. it is terrible. it is a terrible sweet.... it is a terrible sweet stomach turning stench... I cannot explain it except to say that I think my stomach turned, my eyes started to water and my face took on that "I smell skunk" scowl... I keep on looking around and giving them stink eye.
where are they coming from? a perfume counter maybe. or maybe they have declared it "let's-see-how-many-people-we-can-knock-out-with-our-scent" day........grrrrrrr.
here - K might argue that at least it is a good scent (K is morally opposed to bad smells - she has taught me about emergency gum - you carry it for the times when someone you're speaking to has bad breath "here, have some gum") but I would have to say that such strength surpasses goodness - has left goodness far behind.... such scent is *TERRIBLE*
so with one final gasping breath before I topple sideways out of my chair.....I grasp my neck and whisper(/scream/gurgle).....
would you PLEASE turn down your perfume???!!!!...........
~choke~gasp~
~tulip~