What Child Is This? A Christmas Story

    My lover made a special picnic basket, the goodies inside: water, little cups, strawberries and dates, two blankets and a book. 


We watched the sunset while flipping through, randomly choosing a page here and there to read aloud to each-other. 

   Bed time came and I plopped out a gift I had made. 

I gave him a book of my own, strategically disguised as a book about Christmas (I hate Christmas FYI). 

      He looked at it, then looked at me. 

Finally, he opened it up and saw what was actually hidden.   

He was quite surprised and thankful. 

Twas a great surprise. Happy Valentines Day my Love. 

A ring made of dental floss

Save the date!

Who would have guessed..me..getting married!? 

Well shucks, Steve is a great guy ;) We met camping, and let's be real..you go camping with somebody for a week, it is the equivalent to a year. We met when the sun was still making its way up, packing up the cars for our trip to Death Valley.  Our eyes met within seconds, as I giggled that his fly was down. 

It was fate really, who else shares a passion for dental hygiene?! 

He shared his floss (on a camping trip), need I say more! The engagement ring is made of floss too, some  *myself* would consider this to be the cutest ever ;)

Motorcycle Racing

If you didn't know, Monday night is Date Night. So that is what I did, went on a great date with my Dada. It consisted of extremely cheap movie tickets (gotta love having a dad that gets the senior citizen price and pays for your ticket too) and arcade games. That is right, I played motorcycle racer against my dad...

I am happy to say that I won. 

Hey Girl.

Nokia Shorts Competition 2011

Currently flying around the web is this creative video by James Griffiths, winner of the Nokia Shorts Competition 2011. Griffiths won the $10,000 grand prize and his movie will be showcased at the 2011 Edinburgh Film Festival. Incredibly, this cute movie was all shot on the Nokia N8 mobile phone. Named Splitscreen: A Love Story, it's a unique take on a modern love story. 

I'd Rather Sink Into the Chair

Once upon a time, I had flowers everyday.
Now, mine just wither.

I want to be chased after, even when I say don't.

I want excitement, and good ole' sloppy sex. 

I want to steal lemons at night covered in masks. 

I want morning sex, but not at 6:05AM when you woke up for work.

And I want my only job to be cleaning the god-damned water.

If you wanted to talk: you shouldn't have sunk into your chair. 

But truthfully at the end of the day, that is all I wanted to do.

Instead, I boiled, and let us be real.
Boiling is never good, unless you are thickening a soup.

Cleaning the water was my only job, but now I have to pick them too.

A New Adventure

And so it goes sometimes, one day it's great, and the next, well it's not.
The next chapter begins, and I for one am (dare I say) excited?

Certainly I could be naive to think that I haven't become extremely co-dependent, but at least I can go into the new year with just that, independence. Truthfully, if I were to admit it to myself, I fear that I will simply become more cold-hearted.  My way of warming up to new people like a snail simply won't work this time, and I don't really want to invest in yet another relationship.

I am set on my ways, and now that a month short of a year goes by, I am kinda not feeling the hook-ups with the cute guys at the party nor wanting to actually put in any effort. I just want the guy that holds me tight, that doesn't care if I shaved my legs that day, and can have a good time staying in or going out on a crazy adventure.

I say good-bye to what was love, but I know it was right. It just sucks now that I'm still here in Santa Cruz twiddling my thumbs, and no sex.

Pomelos

Confession: I am obsessed with Pomelos, they [*it is] absolutely delicious.

Boating

You took me out on yr newly purchased boat.
It broke.

We were stranded in the middle of the Pacific,
You were calm and took out the fire extinguisher.

I watched,
Trying not to get in the way.

Next weekend too please?

Invasive Species Control: A How-To

Twas the night before a big test, the lil' ones had all gone asleep 

And alas she sat. 

The work was not finished, as it never quite was-

Her heart was beating, the real question on her mind was nothing of Nitrogen sequestration and its affects on Serpentine soils, 

Nothing of la emergencia de la ‘juventud indígena’ but of instead:

Saltiness.

The affects unto individuals that find themselves in a vulnerable state due to a lack of invasive species control and/or management. The strategy of attack:

1. Enemy release (most acute).
2. Novel weapons (release of chemicals that can act allelopathically unto other organisms [natives species] in niche that are/were present prior).
3. New adaptations (similar to #1, but is acquired with more time).

In the shift of puntos de vista, an invasive species can easily be classified as an exotic one. 

Can't they?

As sem-razões do Amor

Por Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Eu te amo porque te amo.
Não precisas ser amante,
e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.
Eu te amo porque te amo.

Amor é estado de graça
e com amor não se paga.
Amor é dado de graça,
é semeado no vento,
na cachoeira, no eclipse.
Amor foge a dicionários
e a regulamentos vários.

Eu te amo porque não amo
bastante ou demais a mim.
Porque amor não se troca,
nem se conjuga nem se ama.
Porque amor é amor a nada,
feliz e forte em si mesmo.

Amor é primo da morte,
e da morte vencedor,
por mais que o matem (e matam)
a cada instante de amor.

something bout snugglin' u tight makes me giddy inside.
alas, not tonight.

goodnight stars,
goodnight moon,
goodnight big mighty man that makes such a great spoon.

I'll be seeing you very, very soon.

Made him breakfast in bed because he took me out to
Cafe Gratitude last night, true love.

yr kisses put me at ease as i crawl

into your arms

snuggled with only one leg

daring to be outside

of yours

yr kisses wake me

with the hairs on my spine

standing as far as they can

reaching for yr, and only yr touch

the moon is crossing above us

yet i sit still, 

another nightmare 

i wrestled out of yr hold

i am awake 

and you are there

yr heart keeps beating

and i remember yr kisses