Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Crud Vol II

A few months ago I wrote about a sadly forgotten word, Crud (original found here: After rediscovering this post while on the phone with Rob, we decided to bring some new acronyms to the table.

Here is our progress:

Catie Rejects Unanimous Decisions -R
Catie Reaches Under Dresses -R
Catie Runs Under Dinosaurs -C
Catie Rescues Unknown Disco-stars -C
Catie Resides Under Dickheads/Dipshits -R (It's true! I had to call the police!)
Catie Regurgitates Undercooked Duck -R
Catie Reaches Unknown Destinations -C
Catie Resembles Unused Diapers -R (Thanks Rob!)
Catie Regretfully Underestimates Dynamite- C
Catie Remembers Using Diapers -R (Still on this diapers thing, eh?) be continued.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

I found this poem in some of my old papers, I forgot how much I loved some poets.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Taking Risks

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Full Disclosure

My close observations of love letters in the few months have made me realize that every letter I've written has lacked something. Then, I had written as a naive girl trying to convey surface feelings for a loved one. And honestly, if I could go back and read things I wrote for those people, I would cringe. Those letters weren't about love. And for the sake of it, i'm not sure that I can actually say I've written a love letter now.

Recently, I remembered how therapeutic it was to write out everything that has been bouncing around in my head. When I am writing for myself, I jot down every doubt, worry, fear, smile, dream that I have. No reservations. Re-reading while I fixed some typos, i had a realization about the whole concept. Preface: 1) I was writing about a particular someone when said realization took place 2) I care more about them then I admit (no, not love).

If it really is love, why would you hold things back about something you obviously share. If there are doubts or fears, wouldn't it be far more human to include the bad with the good? Love is knowing that those fears tell you you are afraid of losing something you feel strongly about, why be ashamed of that? It's not doubt so much as protecting it from weakness.

I read over my full disclosure rant and could very well mail it tomorrow. Looking at it from this angle, I really want to get back on track with my Mom's love letters. Maybe I should turn it into a view of love letters across the generations?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Wishful Thinking

Yes, I should have been planning this out a little better, but I would want to get married on 11/11/11.
Call me superstitious, but how could you fail getting married on that day? Your relationship would be destined for greatness.

C'est la vie, next life!