Thursday

Thursday looks rather mundane...Have some errands to run after work, and then it's on to Bayshore for my "real" running. I promise to post more about graduation two weeks ago and some pictures when I have them. As I was walking and in the graduation I was somewhat limited by my picture taking abilities. And do you know what I think?I think I am one luck girl. :)

Sinking Sun

Inspired by my trip to Davis Island for a sunset tonight...

Sun sinking into the blue
Sky and boats nodding softly to sleep
Paw prints on the sand
Beach chair legs pressing footless paths

Pavement smoothes to sand to ease
Visitors into the windswept and cool evening
Sans shoes they smile at each other ("Nice, isn't it?")
Though we don't exchange names we won't be strangers again

Orange chaise lounge
Stark against the white sand like that
Laughter from lovers punctuated by
Those feathered wings I can hear but not see

Frisbees and convertibles soon become scarce
Too soon the day is nearly over
Daylight isn't chased away but merely slips
Into night to rest to rise into the morning again

ChivalryMan!

With all of the hype about IronMan, I thought I'd create my own as-needed superhero. Enter ChivalryMan.

ChivalryMan comes to the rescue of ladies everywhere in their times of need. He's sort of like your knight in shining armor, without the commitment, leaving you free to find the man of your dreams.

He arrives on a cloud of (non-AXE) cologne and is freshly shaven, his shoes shined, and his cape tucked into his freshly pressed boxer-briefs. He has a limited vocabulary, including "You've lost weight," "Rest while I cut you another brownie," and "You look amazing but your skirt is wrinkled... here, let me iron it for you."

He carries with himself a sleep-mask to protect your modesty when helping with wardrobe issues and scolds men who whistle at ladies.

Ever been at the beach and, finding yourself with the choice of a port-a-potty or your vehicle, needing to fix or change your bathing attire? Not a problem. ChivalryMan comes to your rescue by holding up a sheet, whilst covering his own eyes and allowing you to change in the privacy of your little billowing cabana.

If, like me, you've ever been yelled at by a man for crossing the street on the walk signal, ChivalryMan would chase down the little heathen and smartly rebuff him, gently removing a white cotton glove and slapping such a boarish man for yelling at a nice lady in a black dress and black patent high heels.ChivalryMan would appear and disappear with impeccable timing. He carries very little, because he is need-based.

His right arm is a little larger than his left arm because he always arrives just in time to open doors for ladies, or to hold a chair out for them, or to carry a shopping bag of shoes into the apartment while holding the front door open. Chivalry isn't dead, you see... it just needs a little refresher course.

Cheers!

Funny Stuff

So the other day Jeff (my little brother) and I met downtown for lunch. We went in search of a restaurant that served both chelseafood (salads, fruit, lean meat) and manfood (burgers). We did find such a place- I got a salad and Jeff got a wrap with beef and cheese and such. We were handed our food to-go by the waitress; she said "enjoy your food!"
Jeff said, "you, too!" (like you say to people when they say, "have a nice day," and you say "You, too.")
I was like, "Jeff, she said 'enjoy your food.'"
Jeff: "Well, she'll probably eat some time today."
Me: "..."
(this post is short, sweet, lacking anything intellectual, and maybe you sort of had to be there. I thought it was funny.)