Random Bit of the Day

I was just poking through my old sketchbooks and notebooks on my bookshelf (books, books, books...didn't think I said it enough times in that sentence).  I came across an idea notebook from high school and found this poem written inside:

Reflecting Beauty by Pamela Dugdale

Small Child, clear crystal

Bright and clear

Faceted as none before you

Catching the light from every lovely thing

and turning it to rainbow

Reflecting beauty back into the world

Making all things new

I know I liked it back when I jotted it down in my notebook but that's nothing compared to now.  Now, with a heavy anniversary looming ahead this weekend, I'm thinking about motherhood.  I've spent a huge amount of time with my nephew but he could never replace what I lost.  And I guess now that a year's gone by I can agree with Nature's assessment that 2010 was not the right time for me to become a mother.  With all I've experienced this past year I know that I can and will be a great mom...when the time is right.  Right now is the time to focus on kicking my career into the fast lane.  That's the really tricky part.  That and landing a Mr. Wonderful to father my babe(s).  But I digress...

I just read a little further along in the notebook and found that the notes carried over into early freshman year at SAIC (2004) including:

-detailed (yet cryptic) notes from a class trip to the Art Institute.

-a list of things for my family to bring out to me on their Thanksgiving trip to Chicago

-a Christmas list and shopping agenda

-the first 9 songs I emailed to my sister Jessica and her college roommate Tammy as the "Song of the Day"
-an AWFUL list of books to read, of which I've only read one. HAH!

Now if that's not a random post from beginning to end, I just don't know what is.

Mmmm, gummies!

Here's another bit of writing from the old college vault:

2/14/2005

Stream of Consciousness Writing...

Prompt: Jar of Gummy Candies

1. I used to eat these kind of gummy candies at Grandma and Grandpa Wingert's when there were no other grandkids around.  The orange ones were always my favorite...

2.  Orange is Megan's favorite color...

3.  Megan never answers her phone or returns my calls...

4. Lizz's mom, on the other hand, has called me twice during this class already...

5.  Lizz is becoming a a vegetarian, starting today...

6.  I couldn't ever be a vegetarian; I love poultry too much...

7.  Like the chicken Chris made the other night [for dinner]...

8.  That night, I talked to my parents on the phone for almost two hours...

9.  I miss being home and dream of it often...

10.  My dreams are pretty crazy---like ferrets and chess.

Narrow topics to 3, then 1.  Just write a story, a narrative, a shitty first draft.

This reminds me of...

While I was unpacking some of my belongings the other night, I came across and old notebook from a writing class I took the second semester of my freshman year at SAIC.  I decided I'm going to post some of my old writings based on prompts from that class starting with one that I find highly amusing.

Prompt: 

Write about the memory triggered by the feel of what is in the bag.

8. This object reminds me of all the weddings we had to go to in Parker.  There must have been like ten of them throughout my childhood.

7. This reminds me of the gum I used to chew to stay awake in my boring high school classes.

6. This reminds me of those stupid mood bead bracelets that everyone had in eighth grade.  I wanted them so badly, but for no good reason.

5. This kind of reminds me of a Fourth of July firework which makes me think of when I was five and my cousin Joel started the ditch on fire with one.

4. This reminds me of the first real watch I ever owned; it was a Tigger face without numbers.  I got it because I was going to be a crossing guard in the fifth grade.

3. This reminds me of nights when we had muffins for dinner.  They were always a treat.

2. This reminds me of Mere when I babysat her last semester and she and Alicia fought over who had collected more rocks.

February 28, 2005

We never actually knew what was in the bags (or if we did, I certainly don't remember).