Puppy Hunt
We are on the hunt for a new puppy (or 2)! Our favorite breed thus far is the Irish Jack Russell Terrier. Here is our top pick, Smudge...
Now we just need to finalize this whole thing...these puppies are too cute, as I am sure you all agree.
Sunrise
I may be moving to Seattle -
people say that's nuts b/c of the weather - the rain
the clouds -
Today I feel a sunrise.
Today I know the best is yet to come -
Today I see futures worthwhile & fulfilling & stimulating -
THANK GOD FOR DECAF @ 9 P.M.!
It's like having a sunrise in the evening.
I feel confident, directed and motivated.
I know passion & truth & love.
I see clouds dispersing and sun rays showering
all my days.
Post Up
In basketball they have a move that is referred to as the 'post up.' This is generally when a taller player such as a center or forward backs into their opponent and wails their hands in the air with their backs to the basket. The idea is to get your hands on the ball with good footing so you can do a 'post move' and get a good look at the basket for a score. Think Shaq.
That was my life a couple of weeks ago until the Harbor Steps Basketball League ended. I would post up really short guys and still not score as often as I should have. However, I was proud of myself because I made an attempt to do something that I was interested in that did not involve my hubby. For those of you who know Bobby, you know basketball is virtually a foreign language to him. I am very happy finding autonomous opportunities for myself that peak my personal interests. I am now currently pursuing naked ultimate Frisbee. I'll let you know how that goes.
All that aside, I am taking a break from work. It's nearly seven at night. A break? Yes, life is getting like that. I've gained twenty pounds, rarely make the gym consecutive days in a row and have aches in my back that I never had growing up. I think I'm a hypochondriac sometimes. I thought I had testicular cancer this morning, tomorrow it'll be mono. The testicular cancer can be attributed to tightie whities which must be replaced for boxer briefs and the mono has something to do with how stressed I feel during the work week.
Anyway...to the point. I am soaking up the environment of a predictable Starbucks coffee in the Barnes and Nobles near my work. It reminds me of Fresno. I would go there often and read and write poetry over last summer. I wrote a poem that means a whole bunch to me there. I will have to post it. But I realize that I love "iced americanos with toffee nut and room." I also realize that I am still a sucker for good advertising. That's why I didn't hesitate an instant to purchase the 'gay times' magazine with this extremely attractive and shirtless "person" sitting back with his muddy cleats draping the soccer ball and the tag line reads, "on the ball." Um, yes siree.
I think I know what some of you are thinking. Where has Spencer gone? What has he turned into? He drinks coffee and reads the 'Gay Times' (it's from England, by the way). Well I think all this culminates in the point. I am just doing what I would do in basketball all those years growing up. I'm posting up, looking for my chance to score. And not in the dirty way. I am refueling, refreshing, gathering my thoughts, clearing the air and being. I never used to think that I could be me. I used to think I had to be who I wasn't and that was so darn hard. I guess I'm just very happy to be at a point in my life where I don't have to think about how to be, I just can. And these days it feels like I'm getting my hands on the ball and getting really good looks at the basket. :)
