Rest Stops and Parking Lots October 18, 2009

I have a favorite place to fall apart and dismantle: odd mile markers and rest areas…always the car. 

I drove halfway through Ohio, collected my Columbus Marathon Bib number, packet, spent fifteen on parking and turned my coat collar up to block the stinging cold wind.  I walked countless back-and-forth miles up and down N. High Street.  All alone I visited the (rather sparsely exhibited) Museum of Art.  The sculptural collection of Dale Chihuly (Chihuly, Illuminated) emited a soft, heated flourescent buzz.  I drove around for awhile.  I chased my aunt down.  I sat in another parking lot.  I sat in the Hyatt Regency lobby watching cut-out people with stand-up strollers and put tab-A-through-slot-B Coach Bags and Coach toddlers.  Finally, after many hours, I decided to drive home and not race; so at 7:00pm I pointed the Jetta eastward on Route 70 and cried until I couldn’t anymore.  That’s the honestly sad truth.  My lips were numb and my eyes were twitching so I pulled over once in the “Stop only for Emergency” Lane and once at a rest area twenty miles west of Zanesville.  I cried until my eyes couldn’t offer any more.  It was pathetic and never had I been so comforted by the Pennsylvania welcome sign.  Ugh.   Horrible. 

Don’t sit in your car for too long, in solitude, on a dismal day with your head already swirling with jumbledyjumble staring at treetops and stratocumulous clouds. Take it from me.

(above, perched- Pallas)

Be Still! October 16, 2009

…and I will tame you with a magic trick…

Where the Wild Things Are was awesome and Violet and I embarrassed ourselves by being the only criers in the sold-out midnight showing.  Nevermind, screw it- I’m not embarassed!  I started in the beginning   I’ve got pics of last night too if I get the chance to upload them…  I’m exhausted!  We got back from Homestead at 3:15a.m. and I’m zoning, bleary-eyed and hungry, at work waiting patiently for my ‘parole order’ and release at 4p.m.- Come soon! 

Now, homecoming tonight at the high school, then SAT’s for Violet tomorrow and driving to Ohio in the morning for yet another race which is shaping up to be under the duress of inclimate weather.   Yay!  Actually, I love running in the cold- going to be great (I’m telling myself this).  I’m going to check out the Museum of Art so I’m excited about that much.  Mas tarde!

That Band has a Chick Bassist! October 7, 2009

I used to play bass.  I was more or less the wifey/girlfriend who was skeptically taught to play in order to fill a slot.  Let’s just say someone didn’t have ‘bass’ on their Christmas list but got a bass any way. LOL.  Mediocre sums up my ability at best AND that was many years ago; I’ve not had the slightest inclination to pick up the instrument.   Nope- that gig is over.  Then I get asked to stand in for one “show” in 2 weeks a few days ago by an old forgotten-about band   I’m thinking about it, but better not think long because I’d have to reacquaint myself with the Fender PB in the meantime.  It makes me laugh thinking about it.  In a way, it really doesn’t matter how I sound… everyone loves seeing a chick in a dude band!  This morning I uncovered an old photo, the only one I could find, of me ‘rocking out’ .  Try to contain yourselves- this was ten years ago (the Korn and Limp Bizkit Era, my friends) and yes, I was serious about the shiny electric blue button-up shirt.  (I was also carrying some pounds and that seems to be all I can focus on)…

In the same batch of albums from that year, 1999, was a pic of me at the terrible anniversary Woodstock Festival- I can laugh about it now- it was AWFUL- we all fought, I got severe burns that required a doctor’s visit and antibiotics… it was just sleepless and I missed my kids.  Anyway, you hear people talking about their early twenties as being some kind of prime-time, but I like NOW much, much better- how I look, how I feel…  early twenties sucked!

 

1999- burnt, silly and tongue-pierced (and I look high, but I’m not!)

2009- Domesticated

And that’s that.  Hate to change the mood, but I gotta stick some poetry up here soon.  Address?  I didn’t think so- wasn’t holding my breath.  Tonight I’m going to take something to make me foggy so I can sleep and won’t feel sick so I can return to work without my head feeling like it’s sliding off if its skull, so wish me sweet dreams.  (Then again, thinking about this upcoming marathon in ELEVEN DAYS is likely to give me nightmares- I’ve not run in 3 days.)  More blah blah blahing tomorrow.

You’re What the Autumn Knew Would Happen… September 28, 2009

In true Angie-form, I’m perched at the countertop strewn with (late) bills, stirring dinner and, naturally, eating something rather vile…like…say…a humongous, primitavely hacked-off chunk of sharp cheddar cheese.  Oh, I do not disappoint, friends, I always give you the hardcore truth.  My dress pants are unbuttoned, too and my makeup is smeared…how ya like that?   I’m a domesticated Courtney Love.  I’ve not run since the marathon fiasco a week and two days ago.   And so here we go- another self-depricating blog about food, running, poetry, kids, nostalgia, and chaos in my life.  Come in, and don’t bother to take your shoes off because it’s been awhile since I’ve mopped!

It’s practically dark and it’s 7 o’clock.  WTH. 

Well, Laura urged me into finding a new venue for what started in 2006 as a (I’m embarrassed to use the word…) MYSPACE blog that I thought no one would read, but apparently I had a few followers who enjoyed my quiet desperation, random poems and penchant for poking fun at my soft belly.  I suppose, as I’ve been told, it even inspired a few people to start running and a couple of them even took it further by running some races- that’s awesome!  I hope I inspired a few to eat cheesecake, cereal and ice cream as well (the four food groups…minus Taco Bell)

I won’t overwhelm you with any melancholia at the moment or anything too deep- it’s just the first post, afterall- c’mon. 

You may be a mutual “facebook friend” of my husband’s and decided to check out my blog, hoping in guilty fascination to make sense of the wild, dispairing and ambiguous lyrics and updates he has been leaving.  I know a few of you even know what’s up because you messaged him.  Gossip getting set straight- yes,  my marriage is currently at the point of discontinuity.  I won’t go into detail but in this lovely no-secrets blog that I write more for my self-therapy than your amusement, I gotta put it on the dissecting table.  And likewise, leave comments publicly, please.  

Have to wrap this first one up….

~ My kids are doing great- thought Colby had MRSA (or as Violet calls is, Mrs. A) and spent the last couple of hours at MedExpress.  Colby at the home game last Friday with his Baritone… doesn’t he look excited?!  I know!

~ Colby is running 21′s in Cross County! Here’s Violet on Sat…

~ My next marathon is in 3 weeks and I am considering not running it or maybe running the half because I am exhausted in every way.   I ran a 4:2X  (not sure) last week at the Air Force Marathon.

~ Sometimes stress damages the appetite- not now- I am voracious.  Someone stop me- if it’s in my way, I eat it. 

~ Dale has lost a ton of weight and ran thirty miles last week as well as spends a lot of time at the Y- this is great but he has us worried.

Lastly, I’ve got to sort through my notebooks and post up some new poetry rambling I’ve created, but in the meantime, enjoy November 1968 by Adrienne Rich- I’m really digging this one right now (hence the post title)…  I LOVE IT

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-1968/