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turtletortoiseUntitled

Without her now. . . I wondered how we would make it. We did, but barely. We’re getting happier now, because she would demand it. She took care of everything. She laughed at my every attempt to be funny. She loved me harder
when she knew I would fail. She
supported me through every crazy train I jumped on. She encouraged every tough decision I ever
made. She giggled as I rolled my eyes
every time I became my mother’s daughter.
She gave me permission to leave.

I gave her the same
and she went to where He was waiting. And I hear her still . . . 4 years ago


turtletortoiseSharing shreds

Maybe in a year, I won’t need to share. This load of grief might be lightened by time, like compost, broken down and ready to enrich it’s earth, my mind, my soul . . .

But for now, I need to break it into bits and share it with strangers. If strangers share, then perhaps the weight of it all will feel inconsequential. After all they weren’t holding her hand when she died. So they might not remember the way I said goodbye and thought her eyes opened – death’s way of sneaking up and tricking you into thinking she’s woken up! She’s here to talk now! Then why isn’t she breathing???? Am I really screaming for my father or am I being still, holding my own breath while they listen for a heartbeat?

If people unknown to us were to remember the way her body turned from warm to cool while I couldn’t let go then maybe it would take from my chest the bluntest pain. Maybe the image of her fingernails turning blue would leave my mind. I didn’t need to watch, but I couldn’t look away.

If a stranger to her home shared in my memories, then the lightest heavy task of doing laundry, folding her clothes and putting them in her dresser wouldn’t feel so oddly normal. For where else would I put them?

If strangers ponder the moment the pastor announced to the congregation that she was the first of 12 – twelve – TWELVE – to leave us – then maybe my guilt for feeling so angry at that would simply leave me.

Perhaps if kind souls walking a path apart from mine were overwhelmed with the view of hundreds of mourners as we left to bury her, I could sleep.

If people I have never have met replayed the moment the sickest brown earth was uncovered before me so that my mother could be placed into the ground, maybe the gnawing, biting wind that accompanied this saddest moment wouldn’t return to sting my cheeks wet from snot and tears.

Maybe? I am hopeful. 5 years ago


turtletortoiseCutie pie nephew!

~ 6 years ago


ipwndyoulolzahhaha

Brianna: baby is sleeping on my back again
Sierra: ./...
Sierra: how?
Brianna: ...shes on my back
Sierra: wth
Brianna: OH
Sierra: is she spiderman? 6 years ago


ipwndyoulolzwheee

im an airplane 6 years ago


ipwndyoulolzYesterday

after playing around on this all day, i made quite a few hilarious distortions of my pictures.

One, of me being black.

Now, I was trying to show my mom this particular picture, and found out I accidentally saved it under Paint Shop Pro 8, and froze up the computer.
In my insane clicking, I accidentally [yes, again] made this picture the background desktop image.

lmaoitshilarious 6 years ago


turtletortoiseI want one of these and i just may order them in mass

quantity for the holiday. 6 years ago


turtletortoiseFinished

Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs

Oof Du!

I wonder about the movie. Supposedly, the Kimmel family, portrayed as the Finches in the book are suing this author for privacy and defamation of character. Hmmmmmm . . . 6 years ago


turtletortoisewhat is this?

aged and apart
falling, spaced and absent
unwilling, unforced, unabashed
kept the thoughts of you
not sure what to do with them now

feared and cautious
stuck, bewildered and captured
uncomfortable, underestimated, understood
grateful for the kindness of you
not sure there is a path for us to follow 7 years ago


turtletortoiseHave not been active, but am almost back . . .

i’ve been away from my own computer and it seems i’ve been less active on 43T than usual, but it’s almost over. by the 2nd week in August i shall be calm. if i repeat this mantra, it shall come to be, yes? i have a rather large/important test to pass on the 4th of August in Seattle. after completing it, i think the more enjoyable task of setting up my classroom will increase in soothing power. i’m still at my parents house having to say goodbye to nephews and other close family. we’ll see how that goes. i’m not a huggy goodbye person. i hate to cry but it seems i shall be overcome by both these enemies in the coming hours . . . 7 years ago


turtletortoiseI'm sad today

but i think i’m done 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

terror knows not to flee
it holds firm like this man
it takes and grips insanity
and will do what it can
to loosen the seams past mended
ship calm & peace away
to drift lifetimes unattended
so nothing will keep at bay
terror’s song of pure delight
& stretching of simple moments
into the reddest, slippery fight
void of reason, gain or hope sense 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

pass completely over
as an impotent hailstorm
slice it open, cruel lover
bulging, remorseful fear-swarm
while Earth keeps its rhythm mothered
despite elicit demands
the key shall be discovered
once he removes his hands 7 years ago


turtletortoisePathway?

Racing, pacing, chasing
Altogether, we are separate
Contradicting these connections
Are simply complete complex parts
Loathing in selfishness
Heart’s passion a gift
Left to wander the oasis of the desert
Starving on this feast
Borne of a stolen death
After this rebirth 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

there’s a dam
(chink chink chink)
it’s strong and wide and thick
(chink chink chink)
it’s old, but not nostalgic
(chink chink chink)
what’s that?
(chink chink chink)
a spout, of hope, no
(chink chink chink)
tears, yes, of mammoth proportions, of course
(chink chi 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

overflow
falls of redemption
buckets of hurt

backdraft
searing anger
choking visions

undercurrent
where my strength hides
grab me grab me

tinderbox
keeps the fire starter
willing and easy to strike

pools
where i’ll quench the longing
for somewhere in between 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

if you’ve ever been cruel
to a small animal and watched
it flail to flee as you hold its tail
then you’ve witnessed this memory
holding me 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

my colors are running
i can’t catch them now
they make my head ill
and my throat bald

i’m making many inquiries of myself
justified?
healthy?
manifested in maddness?
my own?

did i stop being that someone you asked me?
when?
why?
will i come back?
no?
is that ok?

lock away the released for good
or evil?
or avoidance?
or check them off as done?
done.

I can hear them banging . . .
They weren’t ready
[hands over the key] 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

consider the moments when
a finger stroked the golden
softness of my nape

then what demons lay in wait
in those strokes
and why do they show themselves so boldly?

tarry in the aura of being held
by loves tenderness
though shortened by madness

how can embrace
leaving kisses and goosebumps
turn terror controlling grasps
and finger shadows on pale skin?

remember the breath of clean skin
and soft lips upon regions you hide
for private times

tell me what the change was
when, why and how was it allowed?
I don’t want to know, but I have to 7 years ago


turtletortoiseSometimes

I do stupid shit when I’m snockered. 7 years ago


turtletortoiseUntitled

Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.
— Catherine O’Hara 7 years ago


turtletortoise As I've Matured...

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in…

I’ve learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.

I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I’ve learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others -
they are more screwed up than you think.

I’ve learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

I’ve learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.

I’ve learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you’re finished.

I’ve learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.

I’ve learned that ex’s are like fungus, and keep coming back.

I’ve learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do,
unless we are celebrities.

I’ve learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.

I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent. 7 years ago


turtletortoiseHooray, I think I get free hamburgers!!!

Teacher Of The Week March 30th

This week’s KCTR/Wendy’s teacher of the week is Karen Harmon, who teaches at Broadview School. Miss Harmon was nominated by Makayla Otterstrom, who is in her fourth grade class. Makala writes: “Our teacher is cool, because she’s funny. She’s helpful, and graceful; But she gives us a lot of assignments….BUT she is still cool. We want to win because Miss Harmon says we need water bottles.” Miss Harmon’s class is going to receive special water bottles with kids meals and pencils inside from Wendy’s Restaurants. Miss Harmon

is also going to receive a special framed “teacher of the week”

certificate and a special Wendy’s Certificate. Congratulations to Miss Karen Harmon of Broadview. The KCTR/Wendy’s Teacher of the Week! 7 years ago


turtletortoise~

http://www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/06037.htm 7 years ago


turtletortoiseWhen I hold my own hands

together, palm to palm so that they make almost a square, it is comforting to me. So much so that I have forgotten what it would be like to hold another’s hand to grasp the same feeling. I feel melancholy this morning,

not sure why. . . 7 years ago


turtletortoiseScene from "As Good As It Gets"

NORA
You’re a wonderful man. Two
o’clock is a good time. Here’s
the key in case he’s asleep. Open
the curtains for him, so he sees
God’s beautiful work and knows
that even things like this happen
for the best.

MELVIN
Where'd they teach you to talk
like this -- some Panama City
"Sailor want to hump-hump bar"?
Or was today getaway day and your
last shot at his whiskey. Sell
crazy some place else -- we're all
stocked up here. 7 years ago

turtletortoiseThis is one of those, hey waste a half hour and fill this out e-mail gigs . . .

Nothing like personal business on company time.

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY
Karen
Miss Harmon
Taren Roy

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD
I’ve only had one –
turtletortoise

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
I’m a hard worker
I am a goal setter
I am a good friend

THREE THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
I have a hard time saying “no”
I wasted a good portion of my 20’s
I have horrible sleep patterns

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
When I’m in a nightmare cycle
Spiders
Being in open water

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS
Stretching
Coffee
Eye Drops in the morning

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
Sunglasses
flip flops
Lip Gloss

THREE FAVORITE DESSERTS
Pumpkin spice bars
Cheesecake
Snickerdoodles

THREE THINGS YOU WONT EAT
Tripe
Rabbit
Turtle

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS
Jack Johnson
Led Zeppelin
NIN

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
Move
Buy a digital camera
See my nephew before I move

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP
Challenge
Heart
Truth

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
I have an obnoxious collection of turtles
I drive a scooter to work
I hate having my feet touched

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU
Jawlines
Happy Trails
Strong hands

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T DO
Stop trying
Write (or really do anything) with my left hand
Play practical jokes

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES
Reading
Hiking
Gardening

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW
Go hiking
Be done with testing
Have someone rub my shoulders

THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING
Teaching – my current endeavor
I wanted to be a vet when I was 6
I wanted to be a rock star last night

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION
Ireland
Australia
England

THREE KID’S NAMES
Emily – weird
I can’t think. It’s supposed to be chosen with someone else. I’ve not had to do that yet.

THREE CELEB CRUSHES
Matthew McConaughey
Mark Ruffalo
James Caviezel

THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY
Next . . .

THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK
I like romantic comedies
I like to cuddle
I like hard liquor – uh, errr . . ., I couldn’t think of another one

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
Get married
Travel the World
Get over my fear of water and scuba dive with sea turtles 7 years ago


turtletortoiseHave you ever been driving next to a fence

built with just the slightest spaces between the boards, so that if you just look at the fence, you can’t see past? But, really, if you fix your eyes just right as you are speeding past, you can see through the fence and see what is behind it because of your motion past it. Like a flip book, almost.

Well, when I was about 7, this happened to me and I thought I was the only one who knew about it and naturally I had super powers.

How nifty is that? 7 years ago


turtletortoise~

Calm the mischievous waters of
your past with dams and levees

Force your thoughts into pretty boxes
& tie a bow to ready the delivery to the appropriate recipients

Don’t be cognitive in front of any master who
might see you as a mindful slave

Allow your wind to be captured by the sails of
hope thieves and doubt sellers

Pirates of evil ships await your arrival
to the bay where normalcy never shores 7 years ago


turtletortoiseOctober

We became each other, you and I
Fighting our fights, yours for your life, mine for possibility
I couldn’t be in your moment
I’m sorry
I laid awake waiting for him
to come back from that place he left to
lying next to me
Strangers to each other we were, living altogether
we plowed through our misfortunes and demons
blinded with each others hands
When instead of covering the eyes of the one in front of us with dry palms and wilted fingers,
We should have sought to hold them and warm each other
all three pairs
How separated now,
for ill played games, we have false alliances
& what a waste it all became. . . 7 years ago


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