Archive for May, 2009

An Ode To…

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

 

(A poem by M.H. Schrader)
 

You emphasize the bad and overlook the good.
You savor the minor and discard the major.
You cry for the one broken branch in the forest full of healthy trees.
Your cup is always half-empty, never half full.
When your cup is bountiful, you want a larger cup.
 

You rip me down instead of building me up!
You’re perfect, the world is flawed.
You criticize others, but never yourself.
Do as you say, not as you do.
Your standards don’t apply to yourself.
 

You destroy those that you love.
Your love is toxic, a poison coursing through my veins.
You’re a grenade thrower.
Look at the destruction you’ve wrought!
 

Ah, but you don’t care.
You’re not in that foxhole.
You can throw and run away.
And leave me behind to pick up the parts.
 

You think you are clever.
Doing your damage from a distance.
Knowing others will fix it.
But it stops here and now.
 

It is over.
You can stop now.
I have moved out of the foxhole.
Your grenades can no longer hurt me.
 

But be careful when you pull that pin!
You might just destroy yourself!
Is throwing that grenade worth risking your own demise?

Requiem For A Dreamer

Monday, May 25th, 2009

(A POEM BY M. H. SCHRADER)Nothing wrong with being a dreamer,
But why dream the impossible dream?
There are plenty of other dreams to dream.

You set yourself up for failure.
When you fail, you fail spectacularly.
You are smart, but yet you act so.

I don’t understand why.

When we were young,
The impossible dream was endearing to me.
Now we are older; it is just annoying.

When will you grow up?
When will you accept reality?

You refuse to listen,
To anyone who lives in the real world.
You refuse to apply
Their life lessons to your own life.

Because you are special. Or so you say.

They are stupid, you are smart.
They are losers, you are a winner.
They are worthless bums, you are a priceless gem.
They are ordinary, you are spectacular.

And you continue down your path of self-destruction.

You won’t learn from the mistakes of others;
The rules don’t apply to you.
You won’t learn from your own mistakes;
The rules don’t apply to you.

You make the same mistakes over and over;
Yet you expect the results to be different.

And they aren’t.

It breaks my heart when I think of you,
When I think of what you could have been,
When I think of the potential lost.

You could have been spectacular!
But you are just ordinary.
Just like the rest of us you look down at.

Have you fulfilled your dreams of grandeur?

Whatever Happened To Dressing Up?

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

When I graduated many moons ago, it was expected that the guests of the graduates wore their Sunday best, as graduation is a once-in-a-lifetime event deserving of once-in-a-lifetime clothes.  Based on my experience, I assumed that everyone at the graduation would look their best.  I wore a suit, and the ex dressed up nice as well.  We were the exception, not the rule.  I was mortified to see people in attendance looking like they just got out of bed or were just walking the streets to find someone to go to bed with.  Just appalling.  And quite disrespectful to the graduates, too.  These kids just finished 13 years of schooling, it’s the most important day of their lives, and you can’t even show them the respect that they earned by dressing up just one day in your pathetic life?  Very very sad.  A sad reflection on society and our general uncoothness and lack of decorum.

Another Parental Visit Is Done

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

The parents and the sister left a day early to go back home.  This time, it was different.  It wasn’t because of hostility; rather, because we have run out of things to do besides sit around and chit chat.  I haven’t seen my parents in two months, haven’t seen my sister in a year, and the focus of the conversation was — another sister who lives in the same town as they do.  I had the girlfriend come over and dress nice to meet them, and they focused instead on my other sister.  I was hardly a thought!  The girlfriend and I sat on my porch swing and listened to my sister and my mother argue about my other sister.  It made for one of the most unique and memorable parental visits ever!

Playing Hooky From Chores

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

I have some of my chores done, namely the dishes and the laundry.  I still have to vacuum the upstairs carpet, patch a hole in the wall, sweep and clean the downstairs….so, I’ve decided to take a break to blog…..

I Am The Proud Papa Of A High School Graduate

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

#1 graduated from high school Friday night.  I now have an “adult” child and one who is yet to crawl.  #1 has noticed that when she carries #7, people assume it is her child, and not her sibling, which she finds offensive.  Sadly, though, many of her fellow graduates were either pregnant or already a mommy, so it is understandable why some people would assume that her brother is her son — it has become way way to common, and way to acceptable.

She was telling me that some of the boys in her class thought that those who were already parents (or parents in the making) should not be allowed to participate in the roll call to show that we as a community do not condone teen pregnancy.  I think there is a lot of merit to that idea.  Perhaps if these kids were a little embarrassed, then they wouldn’t be so inclined to engage in such activities.

It’s Graduation Time!

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

The parental units (and sister #2) are in town for the next several days for #1′s graduation.  Hopefully, with the ex out of the equation, this visit will not be tense and stressful like pretty much all of the previous ones. (She didn’t like them, and they didn’t like her, which made things rather tense.)  Also, I finally live in a house that I am proud of, instead some of the dumps that I’ve lived in on previous visits, which, quite truthfully, were an embarrassment.

Given the upcoming parental visit (today through Sunday), and Memorial Day on Monday, I’d be surprised if I posted before Tuesday.  Posting is my lunchtime hobby, and since I won’t be working ’til Tuesday (“Hush, hush, voices carry!”  What a kick-butt song!), I won’t have a ‘lunchtime’ until then, either.  Promise me you won’t go away, okay?  I triple-dipple promise I will continue to provide the highest quality pearls of wisdom!

Speaking of graduations, it has been 25 years since I graduated.  Time flies when you’re having fun, and even when you aren’t!

Why I Love My Job, #1

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

 

As a low level government hack, I have been given the noble task of responding to citizen requests.  (The peon gets assigned the icky duties that nobody else wants….but I actually enjoy it!)  Some of these requests and dialogues are so memorable (and humorous), that I have decided to share them with the readers in a periodic posting called “Why I Love My Job”.  Here, for your enjoyment, is the first installment.  (REMEMBER:  I am not making this up!)
 

You only put speed humps in because you are working for the Communist Chinese to take our cars away and make us buy Chinese bicycles!
 

You won’t put speed humps in because you hate kids.  It will be your fault when a kid gets killed.
 

Can you take down the DEAD END sign by the school?  It sends the wrong message to the children.
 

Can you take down the DEAD END sign by the funeral home?  It’s depressing.
 

Can you take down the DEAD END sign next to the home where the man murdered his wife?  It’s creepy.
 

Can you put up a sign where me and my Hovaround got sucked into a truck?
 

Can you put up a STOP sign at the meth house? 
 

“Can you put up a DEAD END sign on my street?”
“There is one there already.”
“There used to be one, but now it’s gone.”
“No, there is one there.”
“Are you sure?  When’s the last time you’ve been out here?”
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
“And you saw a sign?”
“Yes.”
“What did it say?”
“DEAD END”
 

“I have a speeding problem, and the police won’t do anything about it.”
“Did you call the police?”
“No.  Was I supposed to?”
 

Can you put a crosswalk where the pedestrian tunnel under X St is?  I don’t have any safe place to cross X St

Can you put up a NO LEFT TURN sign?  I am tired of having to wait behind left turners.  They can make a right and then make a U turn.
 

The Essence Of Being Amanda

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Why is it that every Amanda that I have ever met in my life has been short?  I don’t mean just short, I mean SHORT, as in 5-foot-2 or smaller short.  (A side note– all the Amandas have been above average in the attractive features department.)  Is there an Amanda curse out there?  Was some medieval sorcerer hoodwinked by an Amanda and cursed all future Amandas to be vertically challenged?  Do mothers know about the curse, and intentionally use the name to spite the fathers?  (You sonofabich!  I’ll get even!  I’ll name her Amanda! Ha ha ha!”) 

If not a curse, is there a code that requires that a small girl baby is henceforth to be known as Amanda? (“Ma’am, Section 10295 of the Baby Code states that since your baby girl is puny, she shall be called Amanda.”)

And The Results Are In….

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

May is health insurance renewal time, and in conjunction with renewal, the city sponsors a “Health Fair” where you can get all sorts of cool stuff and get a free health screening.  For the first time ever, I took advantage of the free health screening.  The results?

Cholesterol?  Good.  Blood sugar? Good.  Blood pressure?  Good.  Body Mass Index?  Good.  And I’ve even lost some weight, to boot! (Going up and down two flights of stairs from the bedrooms to the laundry room does have some benefits!)