#17-Keep a notepad and light source next to you in your bed at all times.
A rule I need to soon follow. That is all.
Part 4 of more
I opened the door to my father’s black Mercedes-Benz and took a seat. Outside my parents were busy issuing goodbyes and hugs to my twin sisters. Thank God Christy and Cassie drove their own car. I had about as much as I could handle from those two for the night. I was busy getting comfortable in my seat, thinking about lying in bed with my comfortable pillow.
Oh my, it had been such a long day. A day, I wish would soon be over. The funeral services for my Nana actually went as well as one could hope for such an occasion. My Uncle gave a nice speech, which was full of great memories. I could not stop crying during and after he was through talking. The pastor did a wonderful job as well. My Nana was certainly a great woman, and that was even more evident today by all the kind words that were shared.
It started to rain midway through the final service at the cemetery. Everyone was prepared with their umbrellas so that was not a huge deal. However, a curious event occurred right after the final prayer was said by the pastor. As I was walking toward my father’s car, the rain suddenly slowed to a sprinkle. I looked to the sky where I witnessed the sun poking its way in between a perimeter of dark clouds. At that moment, I could feel my Nana and I smiled. I don’t know how to explain any better than that, but it is certainly something I will always remember.
Later in the day, my parents, sisters, and I went to dinner. It was a typical dinner with my family. The food and wine were excellent, which is about the extent of what went well. Apparently my mother’s mission to completely destroy my self-confidence was in full effect despite the fact we had just left her mother’s funeral.
“When are you going to get married? Your sister Cassie is doing so well at her new job and Christy’s newborn is so precious. Don’t you want to have kids? Fix your hair, it’s curling up in the back. You don’t think those other pants would have looked better on you?” On and on my mother would speak to me. I would look to my farther for help, but he was constantly stuck playing the middle. And my sisters, just loved every minute of it. They would egg it on and I have no idea why because they know how upset it makes me. But whatever, sadly one of the best moments of the night was when my father told our waitress, “Check please.”
Finally, my parents made it to the car and their seats. I could hear the engine hum softly, which was the only signal I needed to indicate that I was close to my bed. I pulled my cell phone out. The time was 11:11. I closed my eyes, blew a kiss, and made a wish. Immediately after, my phone began to vibrate. It was a text from boyfriend.
“Hey babe, how are u, how did everything go tday?”
“Really?? How do you think it went, it was my Nana’s funeral.”
“Sarah, I was just wondering how everything was. Just concerned that’s all.”
“Please stop acting like that. When are u coming back home?”
“Acting like what? And by the way thanks for waiting to talk to me at 11 at night.”
“Look, I am sorry. I got caught up at work u know how that goes.”
“When are u flying back?”
“Tomorrow at 10:30, for the hundredth time.”
“Sorry, I just wanna make sure of the time that’s all. Get off my case.”
“Quit saying you are sorry.”
“Look, I just wanted to check on u to see how u were. I know it’s tough for u right now but I don’t what I did to make u so upset.”
Oh my gosh, will he please just shut up and quit texting me.
“No, it is fine. It has just been a long day that’s all.”
“Ok, well I will see u tomorrow night ok? Have a safe trip.”
“Thanks, see you tomorrow.”
I stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before I replied, “Love ya.” I looked out my window. The tears on my cheek were starting to slowly dry.
*My opinion of Facebook, is certainly not a favorable one. But I’m not writing to speak of ill of it, rather to give props. Facebook, along with what seemed to be a simple pondering about the “delete key” on a keyboard, allowed me to create this piece. Hopefully, the next sentence, which will be the last one, completes the picture I have drawn for you. This is a piece about faith, a piece about hope, a piece about God.
Does anyone know how to limit the number of your previous blogs that display on the home screen? Like for instance if you click on my page, the page won’t load every blog I have made since I have started blogging? I fooled around with the dashboard but didn’t see any setting for that.Thanks in advance for any help.
Roaches & Cocoons
I can recognize a tattered and torn cocoon when I see it; do you dare to call me naïve when I am also able to recognize the butterfly inside…
James M Davis
Thank the Lord, Algebra 101 is finally over. 101 my ass, I hurried out the door quickly. With my backpack securely fastened across my chest, I took my usually short cut between Perry Hall and the Commons. Directly above my head, the sun was beginning to peak out from a scatter of clouds. Today would be another hot, humid one, no surprise there. I reached for my cell phone.
“What’s up, where you at?” I asked, with a slight shortness of breath. I continued down the side walk with a hurried pace toward Vernon, my junior college home away from home. Ok, enough with the theatrics, I was headed toward my dorm room.
“In the parking lot, waiting on you. Where are you at?” My friend’s voice answered and asked.
“Just go out of class, I’m about to be there.”
“Ok, bet come on.”
Click…I hung up my phone with precision. This is not the first time we have had a conversation like this and certainly would not be the last one. I rubbed my hands together, enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. I hurried my pace again.
I reached the parking lot in short order. I scanned the area and with ease, I spotted my friends white Chevy S10. It was in its usual place, on the outskirts of the parking area, a short distance to college drive. Parked in the shade, I walked up to the passenger door. My friend had already spied me coming; he reached over and unlocked the door.
I hoped in, threw my bag in the back and before I could even mutter a word, my friend was dangling a cigar in front of my face. It went back and forth between his fingers with graceful precision. He spoke up, “You break it down, fill it up, and I will roll it.”
I knew the procedure; he knew I knew the procedure. “What’s up, you going to English class today?” I asked, my hands worked in near perfect unison with my two thumbnails; I had almost completed the task at hand.
He looked at me with a sly grin on his face, “Yeah, we got a test today. I have got to do it well on it too. Ms. Hill told me if I can manage a B that I might be able to finish the course with a passing grade.”
I opened my door, took a couple quick glances around and dumped the tobacco on the pavement underneath my friend’s truck. “Well, you know what they say, third time is a charm.” I replied laughingly, as I motioned with my left hand that I was ready for the weed.
He lifted up the middle arm pad resting in between us and handed over a small plastic bag. It emitted a bright green sparkling glow. “Yeah, no shit. It is multiple choice, so hopefully I will be able to work a miracle. Got a few classmates on board with doing a little uhh…I guess you could say answer sharing, so I should be straight.” He looked over at me, as I began to fill the cigar paper up and spoke again, “Only use half, I want to save one for later.”
“Answer sharing…good luck with that.” I replied, passing the cigar over to him. As he was finishing up the job, I looked through my cell phone to check a few messages. There wasn’t much to check, “So, where are we going to go, airport, park..?”
He was rolling the first side of the cigar over, and answered, “Nah man, we can’t go out that far today, I have to be back for that test.”
“Oh, yeah no doubt. The bridge then?” I asked, sitting up in my seat, looking out for campus police.
“Yeah, the bridge sounds good. We haven’t been there in a while anyway.” He answered, as he put the finishing touches on our little escape from reality.
“You sure you want to take this test high?”
He looked at me and laughed, “You sure you want to see me take this test and not be high?”
I nodded in approval, as he wheeled the manual transmission out of the lot and we headed toward College Drive.
On the way to the bridge, we lit, smoked, and finished the blunt. We shot the shit about various things, and listened to some rap music in between that. The drive took about ten minutes, which was perfect for today. When we arrived at the bridge, we pulled underneath it toward the left side, nestled nicely in the shade. At this point, both of our eyes were quite red and barely open.
I had my arm hanging out the window, enjoying the coolness of a breeze that seemed to never come around often enough. I was looking out into a small thicket of trees, when my eye caught a glimpse of something that would prove to be rather peculiar. There was a lone cocoon hanging from a branch. It couldn’t have been more than five or so yards away from my side of the truck. Its color was greatly distorted; it looked as if it had been through days of war. Scars lined the outside of its protective shell. On the limb itself where the cocoon hung, there were insects a scurry everywhere. Ants, small black beetle like bugs, and other insects traveled up and down the branch. It appeared that the ants had caught scent of the struggling cocoon and were preparing to ready a meal for their queen.
I looked over at my friend and said, “Hey man, you see that cocoon?”
He nodded, “Yeah, so what.”
“Oh, nothing. Just kind of crazy if you think about it. That cocoon has no chance of making it to a butterfly. I mean hell, look at it. It is in bad enough shape as it is, not to mention the army of ants that look like they are about to finish it off.”
My friend looked over and replied, “Yeah, that thing is definitely fucked man. That caterpillar should have picked a better spot.”
“You think if we grabbed it and put it in a jar or something that it would be able to change into a butterfly?” I asked, as my eyes continued to study the situation at hand.
He leaned over closer, to get a better look. “Shit man, I am not sure. It is probably already dead, but hell it wouldn’t hurt to try I guess.
I opened my door, and took a few steps toward the cocoon. “Yeah, you are probably right, but what the hell I am going to grab it anyway, what do I have to lose.”
“Well, hurry up and get it, we need to head back. I got twenty minutes before class starts.” My friend spoke. I reached the branch, and delicately grabbed the cocoon. I could sense the disappointment radiating from the army of ants lined up to do their duty. “Not today my friends.”
I hoped in the truck and we headed back to school. I had the cocoon in my right hand. I studied it with great anticipation. We continued down the road, when…
“Fuck man, we are being pulled over! Toss the sack, toss the sack, toss the sack dude!” Without hesitation, my right hand dumped the cocoon out the window. It fell with great speed for a thing of its size and landed amongst some grass and weeds in ditch. “Shit man, shit, I threw the cocoon out! Hand me the sack!” My friend quickly put the sack into my now empty hand and I threw it out the window…
“Your license and insurance.” The officer ordered, as I stared straight ahead. My friend handed his license and insurance over to the cop. He scanned over it and spoke again, “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“No sir, I don’t. I didn’t think I was speeding.” My friend answered rather confidently.
“No, you definitely were not speeding. In fact, you were doing 15mph. Any reason why you are driving so slow?” the police officer asked, as he stole a quick peek over at me. “You, let me see your license too.”
I handed my license over to him. My friend spoke up with a bit of shock in his voice. He definitely was not prepared to defend against a case of driving too slow. “Sir, I am not sure why I was only going that fast umm..I did not realize it.”
“When is the last time yall smoked?” The cop continued with his questioning.
My friend was more than prepared to answer this question. We both have had to answer that question to many times to be honest. He looked at the officer and answered, “Like four, six hours ago.”
“Is that right. Cut the truck off and put your hands on the steering wheel. You in the passenger seat, put your hands on the dash. I will be right back.” He ordered, and then retreated to his patrol car. I could see another cop pulling up in the side mirror, Great.
“Holy fuck man, you were going 15mph.” I said in a low voice, trying not to laugh out of amusement and nervousness.
“You threw the sack out right” My friend spoke, confirming what he already knew. “I don’t think he saw it.” He finished up saying, as he looked at me with eyes wide open.
“Yeah we are straight; I think he is going to let us go.” The officer approached the truck again.
“Ok fellows, here are your licenses. Both of you checked out, no warrants, no unpaid tickets. I am assuming you are both college students.” We nodded our heads. “Get back to campus and I don’t want to see you two again. Be careful.” The officer finished speaking, tapped the top of the truck, and headed back to his car.
We pulled into the parking lot at Vernon. We both let out a sigh. “Shit, that was intense man.” I exclaimed, looking out the front windshield.
“Yeah it was. That cop was cool though, he didn’t mess with us that bad.” My friend spoke with a tone of relief.
“15mph??” I started to laugh. “I guess there is a first for everything.” I punched my friend in the arm.
He looked over at me with his eyebrows held high on his forehead, “You are one to talk. You threw that fucking cocoon out the window instead of the weed!” He was now laughing at me.
“Yeah, I kind of shit the bed on that one, but I recovered. I wonder where it landed though. I mean that ditch was right there, who knows right?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. But I do know this, I am five minutes late for class!” My friend opened his door, throwing his backpack on his shoulders. He headed started to jog away from the truck and yelled back to me, “Lock the door!”
I opened my door with backpack in hand and stepped half way out. I finished pushing the lock down, when something colorful caught my eye. I closed the door, looked toward the center of the hood, and I saw it. I studied it for a few seconds. I turned my head, let out a simple laugh, and walked off shaking my head with a smile.
…At times chance happens and someone takes a risk. Grabs a dying cocoon; fights for it, when it cannot defend itself against the world. Offering the butterfly a chance to spread its wings when no one else well. These flawed, unsung heroes are not always around to see its beautiful colors nor are they always successful. Those details matter not; for hope was given when no hope was in sight.
A Door Closes…Another One Opens
My stomach was in knots, as I continued walking up the beautifully brick path toward a large elegantly engraved wood door. The light from the moon were shining brightly off the huge glass window that adorned the front of the house. The house was absolutely marvelous. It had that wooden ski lodge feeling, but it yet it retained a feeling of home. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. I could not wait to surprise her. I stood at the door and rang the bell twice. I began to smile, she had no idea it would be me at the door.
The door opened and I heard the shocked voice of Tiffany’s mother say, “Jake! What in the world are you doing here?” She had a big smile on her face. She quickly smothered me with a hug. Tiffany’s parents love me, especially her mom. I am always good with the moms.
As she stepped back, I replied jokingly, “Hey! I was in the area and I thought I would stop by real quick!”
“Well come in out the cold”, she spoke in a motherly tone.
I stepped and began to explain, “I actually finished up with everything at work and decided I would surprise your sweet daughter with a visit.”
“That’s so sweet of you and it’s great to see you. Everyone thought you had to work. Tiffany is going to be a mess when she sees you”, she proclaimed as she leading me down a hallway.
We ended up in a family room that was the size of my apartment back home. I exchanged greetings with Tiffany’s farther and had to re-explain my surprise plan. We talked for a few minutes about different things, mainly work, and some sports. Then it dawned on me, I had not even seen my girlfriend yet. So I waited for a good break in the conversation and said, “So where is Tiffany by the way?”
Her mom perked up and replied, “Oh, yeah, the reason why you are here, right. Well you actually just missed her. She went out with her friends just about an hour ago. But it’s not a big deal, I will just text her and see where she is at and I won’t mention you are here.”
“Ok, thanks that would be great”, I replied. It was twenty past ten o’clock and I should have guessed that Tiffany along with her friends would be out on the town at this point. But this would not hamper my plan. I would have to surprise her at a different location. Actually this might even make it better.
Sharon, Tiffany’s mother, provided me with the directions to the place she was at, which I typed into my rental car’s GPS. It was only a short drive from their house. A short drive before I would see my beautiful Tiffany. I could not wait. She was such a fun girl who did not take life to serious. It was approaching out two year anniversary. I had recently thought about popping the question to her. But for now that would be on hold. A cross country surprise would suffice. Would she run into my arms screaming? Or maybe she would punch me in the chest with shock? Whatever her reaction was, I knew this was going to be something to talk about for a long time afterwards.
I parallel parked on the street adjacent to the bar Fat Whiskey. It was tucked in among a row of other bars, stores, and other buildings. I walked up to the door and pushed my way through with an air of confidence with feelings of warmth about me. The set up was more like a bar than club, but there were areas where you could dance or sit on lounge furniture. I scanned the bar quickly and saw nothing. I was nervous at this point, so I stopped at the bar for a crown on the rocks with a splash of water. Trust me, it is one good drink.
I continued to look around, when boom! I spotted her two friends Nicole and Whitney seated on colorful couches. They saw me at the same time and their eyes suddenly became big. They were the size of saucers as they stared at me with their mouths open. I looked to Nicole’s left and I saw Tiffany. Well I saw what I could see of her. Suddenly my eyes grew to the size of bowling balls and my jaw hit the floor, as I now began to stare. She was seated on the lap on some guy with her face firmly planted in his, while he was getting a nice feel of her ass. To say they were making out would be an understatement.
I stood there staring at her. Her friends sat there staring at me. I could feel them looking at me, but I did not care at this point. It felt like I was watching her making out with this guy for an eternity. Feelings of anger, hate, sadness, confusion, shock, and mostly anger coursed through my body, pulsating like an electric current. I began to feel sick to my stomach as I continued to gaze. I could not shake the thought of are you fucking serious? Are you fucking kidding me? I said that over and over in my head, as I became angrier with each ass grab and kiss. Finally, her friends snapped out of their trance and nudged Tiffany on her shoulder. Nicole, I can’t stand that bitch said something to her and she spun around. She stood up, fixed her clothes, and proceeded to walk toward me with a look of surprise on her face. Surprise!
Before she could get to me, I walked out the door and started to walk back to my rental car. “Jake! Jake! Stop! Come here”, she yelled at me as I neared my car.
I turned around and saw her boy toy right behind her oddly enough. This should be interesting. “Jake! I am so sorry, this is not what you think!”
She was now a few feet in front of me and her boy toy was about twenty seconds away. “Really? Fucking Really!? Are you fucking serious. I flew all the way out here to surprise you and you are making out with this guy? Get the fuck out of here!”, I yelled, eying this guy as he approached closer.
“Hey babe, who is this guy?” he asked, while slapping and grabbing a handful of her ass from behind.
“Just go away, this…” before she could finish explaining to him that the guy in front of him was in fact her boyfriend of almost two years, I punched him as hard I could in the mouth. He went flying to the ground as if he was a crumpled piece of paper. I quickly shook my hand off and looked at her calmly in the eyes and said, “I have a plane to catch.”
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” -Alexander Graham Bell
Strength of the Heart…You Need It.
Moments before I took my seat on the plane, I put my cell phone away. No, need for it now. Not to mention, shortly the pilot is going to tell everyone to shut their phones down. I wonder if he was trying to text me now and wonder what insensitive comment he made. See I was flying to California because my Nana had become sick recently and well the doctors feared the worse. Most of my family has already flown out. I am stuck on this long plane ride by myself. And it was too much to ask of my boyfriend to come with me, even though money is not a problem. Lame excuse after lame excuse and he would only make me feel bad when I questioned him about going. Do I really love him? Better yet does he really love me?
Now situated in my seat and I took my head phones out in order to listen my troubles away. I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Sorry babe, but I think you are in my seat”, a full figure gal belted out with her powerful lungs.
“I am sorry, I did not even realize”, I replied. This is great. I am sitting next to this woman, weird stench and all. I put my ear phones in and closed my eyes.
I felt another tap on my shoulder, it was big momma again belting away, “So hun, I need to use the restroom, would you mind if I get by real quick?”
By this time ,the plane was 30,000 feet in the air. I was in the midst of a nice nap. “Yeah, that’s no problem, let me just…”, I was interrupted by her forcing her rather portly frame across me as she headed to the restroom. I gave her one of those go to hell looks, flipping my hair and thought this is great.
After being disturbed from my little cat nap, I had time to think. I thought about my sweet Nana and how the doctors had said it did not look good. I remembered back to past, when I was a little girl and she would hold me in her arms and call me her sweet little girl. Then I started to think about how much an asshole my boyfriend was for ducking out on me. My eyes started to tear up some. I mean really my Nana means so much to me and he knows that, I just don’t understand why.I felt that lovely tap again on my shoulder, “Babe, let me get by real quick again.”
This time I was prepared and shot up quickly in my seat. She was not about to force her big ass on me again. She took her seat and pulled a magazine out to read. I was just about to put my ear phones back in when I heard, “Hun, let me ask you a question.” Her fingers pointing to a magazine. I took a quick glance at it as she spoke again, “Woman to woman, do you think it would be inappropriate of me to ask my husband to consider using Viagra?” I caught of a glance of the ad she was pointing too and I began to laugh.
“Hun, what do you think?” She asked again, but this time I tuned her out. The question from this full figure gal made me think of that sweet boy, I meet about an hour ago in the airport terminal. He was a cute, silly boy, but I found that to be enduring. He seemed a little arrogant, but I saw through that act, he was just trying to be tough. And it was so sweet that he was going to surprise his girlfriend. My own boyfriend could learn something from him. He was so cute and silly.Wait I already said that once, do you like him? No, stop being stupid, you don’t even know him.
Regaining my composure and I took a look over at my seating partner, who now was face first in something that appeared to be food, but I could not tell. I relaxed, put my head back in my seat, and put my ear phones back in. The plane continued traveling on its way to my destination. Closing my eyes, a subtle thought popped into my head. A small smile crept onto my face. Wonder if I will ever see him again. Maybe.Just maybe so.
Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, and then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart. -Author Known-
I’ve been honored with a nomination for the Liebster Award by Shirley Sorbello and Candace Knoebel! Seeing as this is only my 6th post, I have really no clue what this means, but hey I am all for it. Both Shirley and Candace’s blogs are way awesome, so check them out! As well as the bloggers I have tagged at the bottom of this page as well.
What is the Liebster Award?
“The Liebster Blog Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. The Meaning: Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome.”
Now for the rules:
If you are tagged/nominated, you have to post 11 facts about yourself.
Then you answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you & make 11 questions for the people you are going to tag.
Tag 11 more Bloggers.
Tell the people you tagged that you did.
No tagging back.
The person you tag must have less than 200 followers.
And here we go.
11 facts about myself:
1. I was born in England.
2. I am huge New Orleans Saints Football fan.
3. I have a Bachelors and Masters degree.
4. I have a beautiful niece Emma, who is super silly.
5. I have a nephew Trey on the way, so pumped!
6. Soccer is my favorite sport to play.
7. Living on the beach is one of my dreams.
8. I can pop my big toe repeatedly for what seems like to be infinity.
9. I love to read.
10. I have the best looking blue eyes you have ever seen.
11. I currently live in one of the hottest locations in the world, Flowood, MS.
11 questions from the fabulous Candace Knoebel:
1.What is your biggest dream? To make an impact on the world through whatever means God intends me to do so. To bring a sense calm, peace, and lots of smiles to others.
2.What inspires you the most? Everything around me. People, places, things, words all constantly inspire me on so many different levels. Especially the people who I care about most in life.
3.What is your favorite kind of music? The type of music that Ben Harper and Incubus sing.
4.How did you wind up with a blog?Curiosity.
5.What is your favorite food? Close race between pizza and chicken wings. Ice cream slides in with a close third.
6.What is your favorite genre of reading? Really tough question, because I tend to like authors more than genres. So I plead the 5th.
7.The ocean or the mountains? Ocean
8.Are you a hopeless romantic? Definitely not, I am a hopeful romantic.
9.What is your current WIP about? A house and a carpenter, that’s all i can say.
10. What is your top five favorite movies? Dark Knight series, Hangover part 1, Old School, Matrix trilogy, and um 6th sense maybe idk, I am sure to have left off a bunch of better movies.
11. What is your favorite thing about yourself? My soul.
My 11 questions:
Introducing my nominees (For the best I can tell these bloggers have under 200 followers, if not oh well, I tried!):
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POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT....
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