I'm happy it's spring

It is the kind of spring morning--candid sunlight
elucidating the air, a flower-ruffling breeze--
that makes me want to begin a history of weather,
a ten-volume elegy for the atmospheres of the past,
the envelopes that have moved around the moving globe.
- Billy Collins, A History of Weather

I took my dog, Magic, to the park yesterday. We walked around, took some photos and read some poems. I did most of the photo taking and poem reading. Magic mostly just walked and sniffed. I was really excited about the spring weather.

Poetry

While going through some boxes in her closet, my mom found this poem I wrote, circa 1993 (I left the original spelling and punctuation in tact):

Unicorn Island
There's a place
way of in Kalamzoo,
and here's what the
people there like to do.
Actulaly, they're
unicorns you can see.
Much, unlike you and me.
Theire horns sparkle so
preetie in the sun.
Playing with them
is just so fun.
Unicorn Island is the
place to be.
For Unicorns, not
you and me.

By,
Heather


Clearly, I was a genius.

I can make crepes

I chose to spend my afternoon making crepes, because I had a craving, rather than doing anything important. Believe it or not, I do have important things to do. Sometimes.
















After I made them, I ate them. They tasted pretty good.

Per AA's Request

My bahst fraind, Andrea, is hilarious when she's drunk. I could go into all the sordid details, but I'll leave you with this example from my own personal experience with an inebriated AA:

(A phone call from Andrea Allen, several minutes after we parted ways at a bar)
"Schroberts, this is a blog for you!
I feel sooooooooooo good right now.
We're garlicks.
We're bahst frainds.
Kiloveyoubye."

Something I've never though of

Girl waiting in line for the bathroom next to me at a bar last night: "This is one of those moments you wish you were at home so you could just squat on the sink instead of waiting."

Me: ".........."

Girl: "Don't laugh, you know you've thought about it."

Me: ".........."

You wanna be on top?

I've been watching Vh1's America's Next Top Model Mega Marathon nearly every minute I've been home since Tuesday. I didn't think it was possible to get jaded of the show, but it's happened. But, I can't turn away. Even to create this blog. It's taken me four commercial breaks to get this far.
Help me.