The Fight

The Fight

She: You bleepin' bleep!
He: That's not what you called me last weekend when I bleeped you
She: Yeah, that was before you bleeped my mother
He: Well, she's a whole heluva lot nicer than you, bleep!
She: Why, you bleep of a bleep! I'll kick your sorry bleep!!

With that, she curled her hand into a fist and punched him
in the face
She stepped backwards from the force and shock of it
Then he hauled off and punched her back - hard
so hard she fell down - the wind knocked out of her
As she lay stunned on the floor
he stood straddling her body with his legs
put one foot on her chest
a menacing grin on his face

He: Got anything else to say, bleep?

She squeezed her eyes shut to blink back the tears and quietly answered:

She: You...............................bleep.

All I want to say about this is that tonight I displayed my "Bad to the Bone" side and came out on top (unlike the poem). I am a very nice person, but if someone starts with me, they better be ready to fight. This was not a personal battle, but a bureaucratic disagreement. My adrenalin was coursing through my body - fight no flight. I have calmed down now and realized how mellow I really had become (except for tonight).

Sunny Sunday

Saturday, we went to my coworker, Doug's wedding. It was a lovely wedding even though the weather was not very cooperative - cool and rainy. They make a great couple in so many ways - he has talked to me so much about her - in my opinion they are a perfect match. Tried to stay awake to see Saturday Night Live, but just couldn't do it, so went to bed. Today I went to a Sara Palin doesn't speak for me rally downtown - we even sang a song about it sung to the tune of the theme from the Beverly Hillbillies. It felt so good to be hanging around with like-minded women. I heard the Republicans on the radio on the way home talking about how feminists etc are turning away from Sarah Palin because they are jealous of her success - mother, successful woman in the workforce, great husband, a special needs child, breezing through criticism. For me they are so wrong. She seems like a mother, but a mother who has to let other people including her other children raise them, friends, relatives all take the kids so she can do what she does. They, of course, have lives that are not as important as hers. Despite her aspirations, she continues to have children that she doesn't have time to take care of. She should be home with her special needs child. I was professional woman who stayed home with my babies until they started school, then worked part time then eventually full-time. I had no family or friends to take care of my children and I don't like day care. We sacrificed and cut back to be able to do this. I also don't like her because when I hear her speak, she sounds like a robot who has been preprogrammed with what to say to the public. I can't possibly support such puppetness ( is this a word?) That is my biggest criticism of her - she doesn't seem smart enough and she seems as if she will be the pit bull for issues that I don't agree with her on. What does she really stand for? I have no idea. The jealousy thing is ridiculous. That actually is quite insulting. I will end with a poems for my weekend.

A declaration

My love for you is as the sea
vast, deep and constant
My love for you is as the sky
high above and endless
My love for you is as the sun
warm and oh so bright
I hear your voice in every breeze
whispers and soft melodies
'Twas ever thus and forever will be
With you alone will I be free.

A Spring Day

Lying alone on my back at the river's edge
a sunny day in early Spring
on a gray whale of a rock
listening to the musical cadence of the rushing tumbling rapids
absorbing the intense heat of the midday sun
my pores drunk with warmth

Thoughts were only of such sensations
the tingles of nature's touch
caresses from the hand of God
cares vanished - enters unfettered bliss

A small girl appears as if out of nowhere and sits beside me
we speak not a word - simply smile at each other
experiencing this moment together
Life's simple pleasures were our delight
today - on this lovely afternoon

Political Party

Hey, last night I went to a political house party for a local guy running for Congress to replace a retiring Representative. I was hobnobbing with intellectuals of the highest order - college professors, lawyers, politicians. Our candidate and another current Congressman from another state gave their pitches, we asked a few questions, then we opened our checkbooks. I must say it was quite exciting. It took me back to memories of my Dad's faculty parties at our house - I used to sit in the doorway as a child and listen to the sparkling conversations (until I was discovered). Unfortunately it was discovered later that vandals had broken windows in 5 cars that were parked on the street outside. (Our car was ok). There was talk that it was the work of this candidate's struggling opponent or his party operatives. I think the politics this year is getting rougher than I've ever seen it. I think I will end this post with another poem. I am enjoying rediscovering them.

The Dancing Queen

On the floor here comes the queen
my loyal subjects clear when I appear.
The princesses are an envious green
when the male chorus line forms
for a chance for a dance
with me.

My hair will fly
my body gyrate
with the beat - burning heat
faster spinning as the music pumps
on your back feel my thumps
can't promise not to inflict some lumps.

Stay out my way!
Give me room!
Goodbye to that gloom and doom
when the beat is sweet
Behold the dancing queen!