Not a Poet

Yeah, sure I write a little here and there.
Sometimes it even makes sense.
But, I'm definitely NOT a poet.

Meter, verse, cadence, iambic pentameter, dactylic tetrameter, it all sounds good in theory, but my brain doesn't really work that way. Though, I might be able to come up with a naughty limerick for you... if you give me enough time. (wait, what rhymes with vagina?)

Recently, I've been asked to perform a wedding ceremony. No problem, I've done a couple: stand up, read some stuff, do some things, and (the part that has always been tough for me to get through without tearing up) pronounce the couple married. The most difficult part is putting together the ceremony, mostly because people don't seem to know what it is they want me to say.

The only thing I really know about this upcoming ceremony is that the couple has already written their vows (good, one less thing I have to worry about), and the vows are in the writing style of Dr. Seuss.

Me: "So... do you want the ceremony to follow suit? Rhyming and whatnot?"
Her: "OH! Yeah, that would be great!"

Great. Me and my big mouth.

So, I spent Monday afternoon writing a (very brief) rhyming ceremony. And, every time I read it, I knew it didn't flow right... but dammit, at least it rhymed. I had been working on it for hours, and really needed a different brain to look at it, so I sent it to CSB to see what he thought. And really, thank goodness I did. He read it, fixed it up a little, and sent it back... is there anything this guy can't do?

The ceremony is written. I have a pretty new dress to wear. I have several pair of shoes to choose from (and might bring two... a pair for the pretty, and a pair for the dancing). I have the rest of the week to practice the ceremony so I don't stumble all over my tongue in front of people.

(I actually wrote this on Tuesday, but decided not to post until after the ceremony. I didn't want to give away any surprises...)

Sudden Burst

Last night after dance rehearsal, and a couple of beers, and quality time with good friends, I closed my eyes and fell into a fitful doze.

I know I slept for a while. I remember bits and pieces of a couple of dreams, but I also remember waking up at three in the morning with ideas... many ideas. Blogs to be written, headers to design, meals to be cooked, emails to be sent... you get the idea. Not my typical 'middle of the night list making,' but this sudden burst of creativity.

Not wanting to wake CSB, I didn't get up and write anything down, but as luck would have it, a lot of it stuck. I feel good today, creative and productive, as if my mind has passed some kind of creative block.

I don't know if it's because I am starting to feel better about my dancing (even though I tripped myself and landed on my ass during a dance last night), I don't know if it's because I'm starting to feel really comfortable around a group of new friends, I don't know if it was running into Liz and hearing her talk about an inspirational friend, I don't know if it's because I had been missing CSB, and spending the evening with him was just what I needed. Maybe it was just that I was sleeping on the "wrong" side of the bed.

When it comes down to it, I don't really care about the 'why,' I'm just going to enjoy that it is.

He will be missed.

I remember sitting next to my dad on the couch... both of us howling with laughter... one of the few things he and I agreed upon in my teen years. The man was The Funny™, in every sense of the phrase. He was also so much more...

The man had great things to say

The man had a brilliant mind

George Carlin...may he rest in peace... and I hope he gets to haunt everyone he wants to in the afterlife.

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