Leap?

It's the 29th of February.
I don't even know what to write but I need to talk about this somehow.
Leap years....hmm.

They don't actually leap.
But to celebrate it, my friend Amie and I actually lept...you know, since the year can't.

Also, a friend of my mom's old chiropractor was born on February 29th.
That means he only has a birthday every four years.

Right now, he is turning 8.
But REALLY he is a 32 year old man.

Poor man, he must get teased endlessly, I wonder if he even gets presents...probably only every four years.
But it would save his family and friends a lot of money.

Think about it people, if you got back every. single. cent. you have spent on your loved ones on Christmas and Birthdays,
You would be a rich person.

Minty lemons?

My mom for some reason felt that our toothpaste selection is boring.
So, to liven' up our morning and evening rituals a bit, she has purchased lemon toothpaste.



Lemon?
I usually don't look at my toothpaste tube before I use it.
Well, I didn't...but now I have to because my Mom decided to get creative.

As soon as the lemon toothpaste struck my taste buds I whipped my toothbrush out of my mouth thinking I had used soap instead.
It's quite disgusting and now I gag whenever I brush my teeth.

I don't want to brush my teeth with lemon juice.
That's gross.

My mind, the handwritten page. No white-out allowed.

Dash you incompetent fool, and try not to trip in the burning cold steam seeping from the hole in your face.

The impatient woman flails her arms at me, smacking glass with thuds that bounce off my brain.

I'm too playful, sorry.
I don't run for anyone honey, especially not towards the object of my resentment.

Push repeat, my shoulders hurt but they do a dance of their own anyway.
Staggering glances and rolled eyes, maybe a few will understand.
maybe a few will join in.

One, has yes. The Jesus-looking bum who is violently attacking his shock of hair with a prickly object, comb or cactus?
Does it matter, we're all mad here.

Hey darlin' help me comb my hair?
"Sorry Jesus, Im late for a very important date."
My names actually samuel, and why be late when you could be early?

The wisest of words comes from sewers and sidewalks, not from atop a pedestal.

Hands run around the numbers as if ring around the rosie is a daily devotion.
Wandering eyes find me as I make a mad rush for the shutting door.
Why am I rushing? Am i missing out on something grand, maybe I'll just take my savage mind and run with it through the structures and cement.

Where has the earth been kidnapped to?
I give in, finally taking my place but I don't feel content here.
I am a puzzle with no missing pieces, some are just bent and mutated.
Better yet, I am made of many puzzles but none of it fits right.
Am i wrong?...no the pieces are. I need new pieces.

Whispered punishment as the room is illuminated by blue light.
My heart sinks as well, like a cannon in my chest.
But the hands fall with a final vibration, and a flurry of movement and faces,
till tomorrow or the next.

I step through the door into the light, where I go through many stares till I finally reach that inviting face.

Where have you been?

Hockey mask boy

I have come to realize that my dreams either don't make any sense, or are really scary. (The sleeping dreams, not hopes and dreams.)

The ones that don't make sense usually involve purple shoes walking around by themselves, or Donald Trump changing his hair.

But the disturbing ones usually place me inside a horror movie, one that already exists or one that my subconscious mind makes up. (I love watching horror movies, I don't get too excited when it becomes a reality)

I just woke up from one of the scary ones.
Everyone knows Jason from Friday the 13th.



He was at my school running around taking his machete to people.
It was my nightmare so I guess that means he has to follow me the entire time.
Every time I would run it felt like my feet were made of iron.

Why can't we ever run fast in nightmares?

Anyway, I am not going into detail about this but I'll stick to watching horror on TV and not living it out.

No more chocolate at midnight.

Special delivery

I always go looking for quotes depending on what I want to say.
I try to find ones that connect to how I am feeling at that particular moment.

And I just thought, why don't I just say what I want to say instead of searching for someone else who has already said it?

Maybe no one has said it before.

So here goes: friends satisfy much more than food ever will.

At that here is a story:

My mother had to go to a styx concert about an hour away, so I went over to my friend's house to spend the night.

She is moving so while I was over there, her mom said, "Make sure you take advantage of Rachel while she's here."

Take advantage of me? thank you?

So, we have been packing and making all sorts of interesting discoveries.
My entire childhood was locked away and abandoned in her closet.
My entire childhood can be summed up into one Barbie popcorn maker.
I took it for my memory box.

Along with a few other trinkets.
I came across a necklace that is a daisy with a happy face.
I asked her if she wanted it and she scoffed in reply.
I asked if I could have it since she didn't want it.

"Go ahead. Only you would want it, because, I am sorry to say...you are a hippie."

You are sorry to say it?
{Well, I don't blame her for calling me that. I mean, I did start talking about oras and bad energy so...}

Anyways, after getting sweaty and dusty from all the memories we uprooted and packed away, we went downstairs to relax with some television.

Commercials kept coming on for the Warm Delights cakes.
About 5 commercials for these darned cakes.

Every time one came on, i would mumble "that looks really good."

Well, I thought nothing of it. Just voicing my opinion of the chocolate and caramel goodness on the screen.

I went home and a just five minutes ago I go into my room.
I hear someone knock on the door and my mom opens it.
She yells, "Rachel! Special Delivery!"

Special delivery?
I never get deliveries. especially not SPECIAL ones.

I was intrigued, so I walked into the living room expecting the fedex guy.
But instead it was my friend, holding out a warm delights chocolate cake.

I laughed so hard I practically peed my pants.
I can't believe my friends.

I made it and I am eating it this very minute.
My mom said, "I wonder how many chemicals are in that..."

Pork rules.

My neighbor.
He is an old man who works for his church.
His church donates food to a food drive, so in return when they are overstocked, the food drive people give him free bread and sometimes other morsels.

He always has a table full of breads, and loaves, and cakes, and donuts outside on his patio.

The other day I was out there poking around, eyeing a box of croissants when he comes out and says, “Do you want some chicken?”

I had never spoken to this man before now.
All I knew was he had a sign that said 'free bread' and I like bread.

Now, imagine my expression for a moment.

“Chicken?” I repeat.
“Yes, chicken. I have 45 pounds of the stuff and I can’t possibly eat it all.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. I can use some chicken.”
“Ok, I’ll put 20 pounds in a box for you.”
“Ha-ha WAIT, 20 pounds! Man, that’s way too much chicken!”
“You’re telling me. I don’t even like chicken.”
“You don’t like chicken? Then what is it you like?”

and here comes the best line I’ve ever heard:

“I like pork. Pork rules.”

Old people are funny.
And so is the box of 50 chicken breasts I am stuck with now.

Forgiveness.

So, it’s been a few days after I completely went off on he who I will not say.
And, I guess part of me was feeling strong and independent.
Like, I am a total ball-buster that can take care of myself and I don’t take any crap from anyone.

But then again, the other half of me was asking, “Do I really want to be bitter towards someone that probably didn’t even realize what they were doing?”
But yet again, the other side wasn’t going to let up that easy.

I thought, “But, it was terrible what they did! They don't deserve forgiveness!”

My sensible side gently tapped my earlobe and whispered, “Christ forgave us. We should forgive others.”

So, I sent this person an apology.
I didn’t expect him to accept it, much less reply to it.
But I knew that deep down I had forgiven him for what happened.
After I had sent it, I felt like a skyscraper had been lifted off of me.
One that has been there so long, but I hadn’t noticed it.

I felt something weird in my gut.
I didn’t recognize it because I haven’t had this sensation in a long time.
And then it hit me, I am content.

I had let go of all my anger in a few words and for the first time in months.
I felt like a new person, a pure and clean being that God had renewed.
I realized that I can choose to be happy or bitter and angry.
I chose happiness.

Still though, part of me was nervous.
Would he reject it? Would he even care?

He did reply, and he accepted my apology.
And from that moment on, I knew that everything would be alright.
I wave of warmth cleansed me from the inside out.

I had made it right.
No thanks to angry words.
But I owed it to God and his lessons.
I felt no regrets.

To him, it may have just been a minor fight.
To me it was a lesson well learned.
I turning point in my life that made me remember.
The weak cannot forgive; forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.