The first time I ever saw
Mick Jagger was on MTV.
He was doing some sexy video
and was being all sexual
and slithery an his big gross
mouth with his long
pointy tongue yuckiness...
I was like 5
and completely terrified.
He was supposed to be
seducing a lady
but I was 5 and prudent
and could not handle it.
I told my dad
and he said he'd protect me.
Mick Jagger, beware.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
08/14: Mallard
I was in the 5th grade
spelling bee.
I did fairly well and
got kind of far.
But then I got cocky
and decided not to
write a word down
to see how it looked
before I rattled off
the letters to spell it.
The word was 'mallard'
and I spelled it
with only one 'L'
and ended up being
disqualified.
I know I would have
caught that if I had only
written it down first.
Cocky little 11 year old.
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
08/13: My First Wheels
Today is my brother's
28th birthday.
So, appropriately,
today will be a memory with him.
But first, my brother.
The young pain in my ass
that was always there to
play games with when I've
exhausted all other options.
The adolescent that grew up
quickly learning life and death
through the passing of a friend.
The boy that joined the marines,
fresh out of high school,
who saw the world and
the capacity of the evils of man.
The man that returned from wars
who has met his stride in life,
graduating this winter,
so much learned in your 28 years.
Your humble, level head has
done you well.
May you have a good birthday,
with many more to follow.
I love you, Jon!!
My First Wheels
At our Rochester house,
my parents had the kind of
stove that had the pull out
drawer underneath that you
can store pots and pans in.
My brother and I would pull
the drawer out
as far as we could
and then empty it out.
We would grab our cat,
Ozzy Osbourne,
and two pizza pans
(to use as steering wheels),
and sit in the drawer
and pretend to drive around.
I'm not sure what
the make or model was,
or if it was a car or truck.
I need a scanner so I can
include some visuals :)
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28th birthday.
So, appropriately,
today will be a memory with him.
But first, my brother.
The young pain in my ass
that was always there to
play games with when I've
exhausted all other options.
The adolescent that grew up
quickly learning life and death
through the passing of a friend.
The boy that joined the marines,
fresh out of high school,
who saw the world and
the capacity of the evils of man.
The man that returned from wars
who has met his stride in life,
graduating this winter,
so much learned in your 28 years.
Your humble, level head has
done you well.
May you have a good birthday,
with many more to follow.
I love you, Jon!!
My First Wheels
At our Rochester house,
my parents had the kind of
stove that had the pull out
drawer underneath that you
can store pots and pans in.
My brother and I would pull
the drawer out
as far as we could
and then empty it out.
We would grab our cat,
Ozzy Osbourne,
and two pizza pans
(to use as steering wheels),
and sit in the drawer
and pretend to drive around.
I'm not sure what
the make or model was,
or if it was a car or truck.
I need a scanner so I can
include some visuals :)
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08/12: Embarrassment
I was 12 or so
when I got chicken pox.
I was covered head to toe
in itchy red spots
that I couldn't keep myself
from scratching into bloody messes.
So my parents decided
to take me camping.
I wasn't feeling bed-ridden sick,
but I felt like a monster
or leper with my pox break out.
It soon circulated the
campground that there was a
little girl with chicken pox.
I actually made my only
friends due to this
because some family
approached my family
because their kids
hadn't had chicken pox yet
and they just as soon have
their kids get sick and over it
before the school year started.
So I played around with
their kids and then the weekend
was over and we all
went our separate ways.
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when I got chicken pox.
I was covered head to toe
in itchy red spots
that I couldn't keep myself
from scratching into bloody messes.
So my parents decided
to take me camping.
I wasn't feeling bed-ridden sick,
but I felt like a monster
or leper with my pox break out.
It soon circulated the
campground that there was a
little girl with chicken pox.
I actually made my only
friends due to this
because some family
approached my family
because their kids
hadn't had chicken pox yet
and they just as soon have
their kids get sick and over it
before the school year started.
So I played around with
their kids and then the weekend
was over and we all
went our separate ways.
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Thursday, August 11, 2011
08/11: The First Time I Ever Met Dennis
Dennis is my boy best friend.
He just passed his oral exam today
and has, in a sense, graduated from his master's program.
So, I thought today would be a good day to nod in his direction.
I was house sitting for my parents for two weeks in August.
As a poor single female,
house sitting is like wining the lotto.
What?
Leave my shitty ass apartment that is in the ghetto
and trade up for a house stocked with food, central air, and cable?
Didn't have to ask me twice.
I set up a Myspace account over the first week
and by the second week I had some dude trolling me.
It was Dennis.
His first email to me was this:
"I like your music section.
So Byron, huh?"
We emailed back and forth and then decided to meet up
in a soccer field one afternoon.
He pulled up in his car,
rolled down the window and said
"ya hungry?"
Then we went to Perkins
and without discussing what we each wanted,
we both ordered the mini chimmis.
Obviously we were fated to be friends for life.
It's strange,
because we really should have met
a million times before we actually met.
In the neighboring town of Rochester,
there was a group of guys that would coordinate shows
with the local bands every Friday.
It was a ritual for me and my friends to pool together our money
and drive into Rochester to go see bands play
at the Pla-Mor, Knights of Columbus or the Social Club.
Dennis used to be in a few bands, back in his younger years,
and used to play atleast once a month at these shindigs.
I've seen his bands play,
been in the same building watching other bands play
with him hundreds of times,
but never met him until that fateful day in the soccer field.
I'm proud of him today,
which isn't a far departure from the joy and pride
I feel everyday from having a dear, true friend like Dennis.
But, today my BFF has completed another huge hurdle
in his academic career.
I'm happy to see him achieve another one of his goals.
He's brilliant.
Good job, old friend.
He just passed his oral exam today
and has, in a sense, graduated from his master's program.
So, I thought today would be a good day to nod in his direction.
I was house sitting for my parents for two weeks in August.
As a poor single female,
house sitting is like wining the lotto.
What?
Leave my shitty ass apartment that is in the ghetto
and trade up for a house stocked with food, central air, and cable?
Didn't have to ask me twice.
I set up a Myspace account over the first week
and by the second week I had some dude trolling me.
It was Dennis.
His first email to me was this:
"I like your music section.
So Byron, huh?"
We emailed back and forth and then decided to meet up
in a soccer field one afternoon.
He pulled up in his car,
rolled down the window and said
"ya hungry?"
Then we went to Perkins
and without discussing what we each wanted,
we both ordered the mini chimmis.
Obviously we were fated to be friends for life.
It's strange,
because we really should have met
a million times before we actually met.
In the neighboring town of Rochester,
there was a group of guys that would coordinate shows
with the local bands every Friday.
It was a ritual for me and my friends to pool together our money
and drive into Rochester to go see bands play
at the Pla-Mor, Knights of Columbus or the Social Club.
Dennis used to be in a few bands, back in his younger years,
and used to play atleast once a month at these shindigs.
I've seen his bands play,
been in the same building watching other bands play
with him hundreds of times,
but never met him until that fateful day in the soccer field.
I'm proud of him today,
which isn't a far departure from the joy and pride
I feel everyday from having a dear, true friend like Dennis.
But, today my BFF has completed another huge hurdle
in his academic career.
I'm happy to see him achieve another one of his goals.
He's brilliant.
Good job, old friend.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
08/10: "Look what I can do"
I grew up out in the country.
Which meant there was a fuckload of cats everywhere.
We had a cat named Squirt
that constantly was pregnant and having kittens.
I just called her "Squirty Mama" after awhile.
Anyway, my brother and I were probably 9 and 11,
and we were in the garage playing with the new batch of kittens.
They were probably 3-4 weeks old.
My brother said
"Hey, look what I can do"
and I turned to watch him put the cat's head in his mouth.
Nothing bad happened.
Just put the meowing kitten in his mouth.
The funny thing is,
you could still hear it meow in his mouth.
He only had it in there for like 5 seconds.
It was funny.
And weird.
But mostly funny,
especially now when I think about it.
Which meant there was a fuckload of cats everywhere.
We had a cat named Squirt
that constantly was pregnant and having kittens.
I just called her "Squirty Mama" after awhile.
Anyway, my brother and I were probably 9 and 11,
and we were in the garage playing with the new batch of kittens.
They were probably 3-4 weeks old.
My brother said
"Hey, look what I can do"
and I turned to watch him put the cat's head in his mouth.
Nothing bad happened.
Just put the meowing kitten in his mouth.
The funny thing is,
you could still hear it meow in his mouth.
He only had it in there for like 5 seconds.
It was funny.
And weird.
But mostly funny,
especially now when I think about it.
08/09: My First Period
I got my period for the first time
during the 5th grade Christmas Concert for school.
I was in choir.
I was wearing a velvet burgundy dress
with white tights and black shoes.
I knew what it was when I saw it in my underwear later that night.
But I was embarrassed about it for some reason
so I hid it from my mom.
I even lied about it once.
I don't know why.
My mom was super cool about it.
When she approached me she was soft spoken,
welcoming and reassuring.
It wasn't until summertime when I was wearing white shorts
that I couldn't deny the truth any longer....
Oh, being a girl and growing up.
during the 5th grade Christmas Concert for school.
I was in choir.
I was wearing a velvet burgundy dress
with white tights and black shoes.
I knew what it was when I saw it in my underwear later that night.
But I was embarrassed about it for some reason
so I hid it from my mom.
I even lied about it once.
I don't know why.
My mom was super cool about it.
When she approached me she was soft spoken,
welcoming and reassuring.
It wasn't until summertime when I was wearing white shorts
that I couldn't deny the truth any longer....
Oh, being a girl and growing up.
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