28 Apr 2008

Another Brief Update.

Written by site admin @ 8:43 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Hello!

I will have more time in the next few days to catch you all up on the wonders of Spike, but I wanted to say that we are all alive and Spike is still extremely cute and is apparently so cute that people in bars are forwarding his photo to each other. I heartily approve of this behavior.

Ok, goodbye.

24 Apr 2008

Hey, Get This.

Written by sally @ 9:14 pm — Section: Uncategorized

So get this: yesterday at 4:09 pm, I had a baby — a healthy 8 pound, 8 ounce baby boy with a head full of black, black hair. He is sweet, is 21 inches long, looks like his dad, and has a very cute wrinkly baby behind.

The original birth plan was this: ripening, breaking the water, induction, baby. What actually happened: ripening (um, ripening suxxit), then my water broke, then I got to the desired 10 centimeters, then I pushed for awhile, and then it became apparent that the baby wasn’t happy, so then I had a c-section, and then I had a baby. I can now sympathize with the regular deliverers and the c-sectioners of the world. All I can say is, thank god for epidurals.

So! The baby is doing great! And now Lost is on and the baby is sleeping, so I gotta go.

22 Apr 2008

Breaking News, Not Water.

Written by site admin @ 1:24 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Internet, the next time you hear from me, I will have had a baby. Of course, said baby is getting there through totally artificial means, as that prosthetic cervix I ordered off the internet is apparently defective since I am now officially 39 weeks and uh, not dilated at all. I’m going into the hospital today at 3:30 to begin the ripening. (In related news, The Ripening would be a great name for a horror movie.) In the meantime, read this Rock of Love reunion recap. Also, however much you love Keri Russell (Felicity! Waitress!) do not, I repeat, DO NOT watch August Rush. I heard the warnings and I ignored them. I understand now. It is truly the worst movie I have ever seen. (I told my mother I saw the worst movie of all time yesterday, and she said, “Was Keanu Reeves in it?” Good point, mom.)

Anyway, hospital, baby, Bret Michaels, no August Rush. Got it?

17 Apr 2008

Preggos and TV.

Written by sally @ 4:47 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Oh my god I only have one more day of work after today! And then I will be living the life of leisure for exactly one day (next Monday) before I go into the hospital on Tuesday and have a dang baby on Wednesday.

WARNING I MAY TALK ABOUT MY CERVIX IN THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH (more…)

16 Apr 2008

The Still Room of Thought.

Written by sally @ 9:04 am — Section: Uncategorized

This poem reminds me of the middle bedroom at my grandmother’s house. When I couldn’t sleep, I would count the ceiling tiles.

Langour

I have come back to the couch —
hands behind my head,
legs crossed at the ankles —

to resume my lifelong study
of the ceiling and its river-like crack,
its memory of a water stain, prices of in ground pools test
(more…)

14 Apr 2008

Determined to be Invincible.

Written by sally @ 10:40 am — Section: Uncategorized

Where They’d Lived

Everywhere he went that day he walked
in his own past. Kicked through piles
of memories. Looked through windows
that no longer belonged to him.
Work and poverty and short change.
In those days they’d lived by their wills,
determined to be invincible.
Nothing could stop them. Not
for the longest while.

In the motel room
that night, in the early morning hours,
he opened a curtain. Saw clouds
banked against the moon. He leaned
closer to the glass. Cold air passed
through and put its hand over his heart.
I loved you, he thought.
Loved you well.
Before loving you no longer.

–Raymond Carver

(from All of Us: The Collected Poems. Knopf, 1999. 150.)

13 Apr 2008

Highs and Lows.

Written by sally @ 3:10 pm — Section: sally

Y’all, I am tearing up National Poetry Month this year! Each year I forget how hard it is to find interesting poems that I can heartily endorse — ones that I haven’t posted before, that is. Oh well.

Yesterday I took Elsie, aka White Cat, aka Elsers, aka Elser Selsers, over to Rachel’s (my coworker) house to live. Cat abandonment! I know it’s for the best, as Elsie and Pete do not get along and Pete is such a pill that making him happy is kind of a priority. Elsie has been with us for a year and after trying for a year and keeping our house shut off into two halves and having a crazy cat who poops in the dog’s bed when he’s stressed, we had to do something. I was very sad about giving her away but glad she gets to live in a house where she’s the only kitty. I will miss the way she used to sit on the edge of my sink and tell me all about what’s going on on One Life to Live every morning. That’s the only thing I can figure out that she was saying. She’d see me get in the shower and say nothing, but then the moment I emerged she was all rarr rayrrr rarrrr? And I’d say oh yeah then what happened and she would say rar rar rarrr rarrrrrr!! And I would say nuh-uh you are making that up — Dorian Lord can’t still be on that show.

Anyway, so after having a few good boo-hoos about it (when I left Rachel’s house Elsie was hiding under the bed, and imagining what was going on in her little kitty head — which was probably more where’s my food? and less woe is me, no one loves me, here I sit under the bed, totally abandoned — set me off for several hours), I had finally recovered when Larry told me about something he read online.

Larry: I wasn’t going to mention it, but did you see that story where they thought there was a newborn in the trash can at Wal-Mart?
Me: Uh, no.
Larry: It turned out to be a burrito.

This set me off into the most hysterical laughter I have experienced in years. I was crying, I was choking, I was laughing in a totally new way that sounds nothing like my actual laugh, and when I was able to speak I kept asking questions that made me laugh more, like “was the burrito wearing a diaper” or “was the burrito crying” only I don’t think it sounded like English. Larry sort of laughed nervously the way you do when you see someone have a fit or a seizure (ok, imagining Larry standing around laughing while someone has a seizure is now making me laugh all over againl). He found the article and printed it for me, and then reading it in black and white made me start hysterically laughing all over again, and I could only make it through the first line without crumpling up the paper and laughing some more.

Here it is. I hope the word “only” in the second sentence brings you as much unbridled mirth as it did me.

10 Apr 2008

Preggo Update.

Written by sally @ 10:32 am — Section: Uncategorized

So, here it is, April 10, the day the wizened old lady said I would be having the baby, and…nothing. There’s no way. I was at the doctor yesterday, and let’s just say that I am a great homemaker because the baby is extremely comfortable and has zero plans to leave his home. NONE. Not even a half centimeter’s size plan. Jerkface baby.

However, because of my sweet, darling thyroid (love ya!), I get to have this child at 39 weeks instead of 40 weeks, and since there is NO PROGRESS WHATSOEVER, I’ll be induced sometime around the 22nd or 23rd. Did you hear that, internet?! In approximately twelve days I will be giving someone birth.

My ginormous feet continue to awe and inspire my coworkers, and for the past few weeks I have been excellent about sticking to a low-sodium diet. However, you know what? It’s not helping anything. And yesterday I discovered that I lost a pound. People, 9 months pregnant ladies do not need to lose a pound. Therefore, I am abandoning my flavorless, grilled-chicken-and-baked-potato world and eating whatever the hell I want, just not maybe for every meal. Once you become aware of something, it’s hard to go back — so I won’t be eating any soup for like, at least 15 years. Soup is a killer! Beware!

Oblivious to My Shy Signals.

Written by sally @ 10:18 am — Section: sally

Radio Love Poem

It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.
–Marilyn Monroe, in Time magazine, 1952 (more…)

5 Apr 2008

Sputniks and Sonnets.

Written by sally @ 6:28 am — Section: Uncategorized

Moon

A metallic mammal. Nocturnal.

Its face
appears eaten by acne.

Sputniks and sonnets.

–Nicolas Guillen

(from Poems for the Millenium: The University of California Book of Modern and Postmodern Poetry. Volume One. U of California P, 1995. 670.)

4 Apr 2008

The Poem Will Resemble You.

Written by sally @ 9:21 am — Section: sally

To Make a Dadaist Poem (more…)

Friday.

Written by sally @ 9:21 am — Section: sally

Me: What year is your Honda?
Her: My WHAT?!
Me: Your. Honda.
Her: Oh. 98.
Me: What’d you think I asked?
Her: “What year is your condom.”
Me: Well, don’t use it. It’s expired.

3 Apr 2008

Tonight I’m Here.

Written by sally @ 8:40 am — Section: Uncategorized

When I was a TA, I had the really bad idea one semester of introducing the unit on poetry by having the students bring in their favorite songs. They had to turn in a copy of the lyrics the day before, and I warned them that if there were bad words in them, they would automatically fail. One kid turned in the lyrics to a Tupac song that included not one, but two instances of my least favorite cursing element, fuck used as a verb. He didn’t show up to the next class, where we listened to the songs (smart move on his part: one kid’s favorite song was “Hotel California”). Now, 11 years later, he can be seen on the Weather Channel. Seriously!

Anyway, that anecdote was brought to you by way of poems = songs.

The Old 97s are one of my favorite bands (the order of things goes: Smiths, Simon and Garfunkel, all things Pernice, Old 97s), and the following is my all-time favorite Old 97s song. I have to say that most Old 97s songs have clever wordplay, but I find the way the repetition sounds in “you believe in cards, you believe in signs; I’ll be leaving soon” particularly lovely.

Curtain Calls

In a western town beneath the northern lights
where the pine trees pine for the fall of night.
You believe in cards, you believe in signs;
I’ll be leaving soon, but I’m here tonight. (more…)

2 Apr 2008

Starlings Carry It On Their Black Wings.

Written by sally @ 6:34 am — Section: Uncategorized

Oh my god. I’ve never read this poem before. If a person can swoon while sitting on the couch, consider me swooned.

A Love Song

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you. (more…)

1 Apr 2008

Details, Like Feasibility, Will Sort Themselves.

Written by sally @ 6:30 am — Section: Uncategorized

Today begins theohreally’s fifth annual celebration of National Poetry Month! While I am going to try to post a poem every day, the impending arrival of my new roommate, Spike, will undoubtedly cut things short. If you find yourself hurtin’ for some verse, you can always click on the “national poetry month” category over on the right to read all the poems from the past four years.

Today’s poem was posted in yesterday’s Paper Cuts, and I’m including it not only because I like the poem, but because Brooks Haxton is Jo Haxton’s son, and Jo Haxton is also known as Ellen Douglas, and Ellen Douglas is a Mississippi treasure, et cetera. (more…)