now no one else can read this?

i am not sure i buy that. weird.

my hefty rollerskate beast

it is my car.
bumper stickered up; several years ago.
he makes it to Estes Park with the windows rolled down
and the heat cranked up
and the music off
i hear him gasping for some sort of enduring breath
he can make it to Echo Lake
the same precautions are made around the winding incline
churning
i speak words of encouragement
shouting you can do it
so i may visit the mountian goats
after i hike past the picnicing grandparents
but he won't make it to breckinridge
and though i am game for hitchhiking with mates
my high heels tell me i should not make a go of it this time
so i offered my rejection with with slight personal disappointment
as i acknowledged that i do not own a mountain vehical
i owned a gift with racing stripes
i owned a toy that i rarely paralall park
i owned a not-a-gas-guzzler
and i owned a little guy i could traverse the foothills, if i do it carefully
no camping in breck this time around
maybe tubbing in nebraska though

grad school

school counseling.
i'd like to stay in CO.
not totally smitten to Greeley.
but they have a fabulous program.
so does a bunch of places out of the state.
oh, career.
ode to thee.
or... ode to the Great Lord... and you are just a means to love and serve and obey.

we shall see.

asleep on that rock

i missed the coffee date this morning because i fell asleep on the rock. sorry jess. i didn't think that i would fall asleep whatsoever. i had both feet dangling away and immersed in the icey, rushing mountian river water. but i woke with a start and almost fell in. that may have hurt. i am glad i didn't fall in. so i saw her for a minute and then we both had to depart. sheesh. funny. sad. i stayed awake for the mandatory work meetings... Suicide Prevention was on Tuesday and GLBT was on Wednesday. Tomorrow is a client's graduation; so I will stay awake for that, I bet. Well, Thursdays I sleep on the rock. goodness. ((personal time/ people time/ work time-- i think something may be calling for a bit of a more balanced system.))

which first.

i need a new drivers license. and a new check card. and new checks. i lost my offical birth certificate. the people won't let me use the one with the inked baby feet and the fancy seal from the hospital. i found my social security card. my passport was never lost. oh, and new tags for my car. and an emissions check. i would like a horse right about now. i am not complaining. and i have the line up for completion mostly figured out. except i hope nothing gets lost in the mail. apparently, if the new sticker/ tag placement on the mountain plates is not done by the last day of the month, i may be facing a year of imprisonment. if that happens, send me mail... with stickers... they will brighten my day. if jail time doesn't happen, which it probably won't because i plan on sending for tags just as soon as i pose for a DL photo which will be straight away after the birth certificate is received... but if that doesn't happen... and i get the sticker for my plates... you could still consider mail... and you could still consider sending other stickers... i'll share. the scratch and sniff, the fuzzy ones, the delightfully sparkly. i'm just saying. oh, and yes. the awesome velcro lady sense pouch is gone too. probably with some of the formerly listed. send stickers! i'm doing the supposed necessary. (i really did enjoy 'call of the wild' perhaps, it is time for my identification to be no longer?) done. out. getting the tags and a proper mug shot. -j

snake, summer dresses, Homer Geezer

went running on this fabulous trail within some open spaces in wheat ridge. it as along the river. i raced the currents for a bit. and than i allowed them to pass me up. i am not super apathetic. competion just doesn't stick for a long time with me. years of starting track but quiting just to run for long hours with the forgien exchange students from germany and france, oh flashbacks. so, i allowed the river to win. than i went through many moments where i wished that i was culturally acceptable for women to not wear shirts-- i instead left may upper body wear clinging to my flesh, sweat soaked... enough said. i almost stepped on a snake. i wish i had something to capture it with... and i was thankful it was not a coilied python. but i disturbed it's basking in the july desert sun, warmed by the river water. oh, little snake. i hope that the eight year boys find you. that would be fun for them. i hope it might be not too nerveracking for you.
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every lady, women, and small little girl best be wearing summer dresses. yes. i am serious. it is no harm to your health. paint your toenails, and put on a hot summer dress already. we will do brunch or tea and cupcakes or whisky shots soon. i promise. i'm thinking dazzle for the brunch bit. game? dress... happy july you.
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Homer Geezer. 90+ gentleman. Satire-ish. Ridiculous. Religious calling out. ((a character Mike used to play on YES FM radio. www.myspace.com/michealsares oh my.
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it is hot in dnver. the last couple of days have been way humid. humidity, among other hings, remind my of home and wisconsin and fabulous people there. honestly, i miss home. they are dear folks. home is here. home is denver, for now. i am just getting to the relazation of that. and dealing with the emotional and pyscologial implications. ...i have a bed now. i want to buy a turtle. in fact maybe emerald is waiting at the pet store now? hmmm. these and stable things that are good but they drive me crazy. i would be nie to be in dublin or appleton tomorrow. but, here i must be. right now if it is just to hop over snakes and wear summer dress and to laugh about Homer's take on scary christianity; i will be here. i wonder if this will pass-- i wonder wheni can travel again, besdie the jaunt to the cottage in september... i wonder if i will mov. i don't want to have a house with a fence and 3 kids and mt. vehicle that never leave the city. i don't want to get so comfortable with starbucks that i never introduce myself to that new coffee offering shop. i want to see god moreso. and i don't want myeyes to get dull with the longing for career and money and family and even adventure. fuck. once agian. i am on a roll.
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enough. i think i am going to see if emerald the turtle is waiting at the pet shop. that aquarium over there wants him to take up residency. drat. must make sure he can at least climb the foothill with me. maybe some 14ers. ill leave him home for other ventures.
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goodbye. wear sundress ladies. enjoy being shirtlss men. hello, hello july.