Amphigory

Amphigory.
A-M-P-H-I-G-O-R-Y.
Nonsense about nonsense that makes no sense. Slowly lulling, lovely webs of lies. Inside cages leading nowhere going far, stretching into a journey. Near nor here. Melodies of honey bees moving swiftly through the air. Sometimes when the sun goes down it may get dark, my dog sits out on the porch and he barks. Because we think what we can see, because we fear to see it, stay hidden inside; so they don’t figure out the secret. It’s nice to play this game sometimes, if you can believe it. It actually does make sense, if you can truly read it.

If you think your not Tough Mudder enough – Tough Mudder Mid Atlantic Spring 2013 Review

Today was interesting. I, for one, was anxious. But I was excited. Things could turn out miserable for a number of reasons. We would just have to wait and see.

And it started shaky. Well we started shakey. 
Planning Improtu drinking the night before a big event is never beneficial.But it was Friday night for us girls.
We woke up decreasingly drunk at 6:00am. My ride arrived later than I expected,there was anticipated reluctance, the weather was turning out to not be warm and a few of us (myself included) indulged in drinking the night before.

The first few miles proved to be challenging yet hopeful. Everyone in my group meshed well and surprisingly we were all fit enough to attempt every obstacle.
Adequate training would easily improve our performance but when it came to this year’s Tough Mudder Mid Atlantc- my friends and I kicked ass!
We finished Tough Mudder! We completed the course. A phrase that you have to endure in order to truly understand.

“Tough Mudder events are hardcore 10-12 mile obstacle courses designed by British Special Forces to test your all around strength, stamina, mental grit, and camaraderie” (ToughMudder.com) 

There is mud EVERYWHERE! Puddles upon puddles of mud. Many obstacles require your body to be submerged in puddles of water and/or mud.
The weather was less than desirable nor adequate for participating in an obstacle course. Any given moment the temperature never reached past 55 degrees. At one point we plunged into a 32 degree ice pool, swam under a board in the middle to reach the other side, pulled ourselves out and then continued on in the 55 degree doldrums.
It’s a slightly frustrating thing ; explaining the course itself to those unfamiliar with Tough Mudder. Most underestimate the course difficulty and overestimate your victory.

I did not know what my friends and I would endure today. None of us have ever participated in any event similar to Tough Mudder before.
It WAS physically challenging, but my friends and I all completed the course and conquered the goal to be a Tough Mudder Finisher!
Today was immensely rewarding!

I truly believe with the right group of people and just enough motivation : ANY ONE could be so proud to call themselves a Tough Mudder Finsher!

Love to everyone who participated! Every volunteer, staff member, EMT, Fire Fighter, Law Enforcement Personnel, and everyone else I’m ignorant of to mention; THANK YOU! THANK YOU THANK YOU! My friends and I had a rewarding experience and you aided in that!!!

I encourage any one who thinks they can complete the obstacle course to PARTICIPATE, COMPLETE and FINISH the obstacle course. I recommend you work out before participating, it can only help save you! (You don’t sign a death waiver for nothin’). 

Tough Mudder is certainly in my future, I had a great time, and I’m so proud of anyone who finished. Especially my group! So proud of you all!

If you think you can’t finish think again. I finished Tough Mudder 2013, and I bet your Tough Mudder enough to be a Finisher too!

not my photo! I take no credit, that is me there though!

You Know your a Hippy when ( Title TBD)

I turn on the t.v. A cartoon about a gang of young adults riding around in a florescent flowered mini van. I actually can’t recall if they always wore seat-belts. A dorky genius, red headed-vixen, daft Pretty boy, a scrubby muncher and his talking dog; all while solving mysteries. None of which do not lead to a abstractly, conclusively  plot revolving around a scam exploitation from some city official for monetary reasons. I don’t know about you but definitely sounds like a hippie show to me. Damn, who misses the original Scooby Do?

(*more on this to come, had a quick thought while watching TV this morning before work! )

How do You Tell Your Mom You are Bi ? *a poem

No, it’s not because I’m weird. No, it’s not because I’m gay. It’s because I like the idea that girls should be cute. No, it’s not because I’m naughty. No, it’s not because I’m confused. No, I don’t need the Bible to tell me which to choose. Its because I believe love is love no matter with who. No, it’s not because I’m lesbian.No, it’s not because I think it’s cool. It’s because science states homosexuality occurs in animals too; monkey see we should too! No,It’s not because I I don’t like boys.  (because I most certainly do) It’s because unique souls capture me; sometimes  he, sometime she. It’s not because I’m different. No, it’s not because I’m rebelling the norm. It’s because my love will not discriminate gender based upon. It’s because the world is full of love, I just take both options to pick from.

HEY ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY READS THIS!!!!!

I have a question,
what makes something pleasurable to read?
any specific dynamics?
Certain topics
Styles?
RESPOND IN MY COMMENTS TO ANSWER, THANKSSSS FOR BEING COOL

error: (sp)

I always hear people say this after hearing a “big” word; “Spell it!”.
As if not knowing the correct spelling changes the meaning of the word.
Does the definition  lose authenticity?
Because of too many letters injected in-between a phrase, connecting a sentence.
And does it count when your saying it; like “i’m saying it” ?
Do you visualize it any different; for how it vibes through the mind and how it’s written?
But then what makes a word a word?
If not by definition.

 

What Kind of Lover Are you?

Today at work one of my more chatty guests asked me a series of questions (later disclosing that he was a sociology major). He asked, excessively leaning over the table in my direction, these 5 questions :

“If you were on your way to your boyfriend’s house and you could either go down this beautiful long, country landscape road to his house or your could take a quick back road route; which would you take?”
First I gayfully questioned, “What if I don’t have a boyfriend?”, uncertain as to where the conversation was leading. But I quickly decided that in the scenario I would take the short road. 

“On the way there you come across a beggar selling roses on the street, out of the 10 roses you buy for your boyfriend how many of them are red and how many are white?”
Easy. “All 10 are red”.

“Okay,” he licked his lips. ” You get to your boyfriend’s house and his mom opens the door, do you walk in or ask your boyfriend’s mother to inform him your at the door?”
Again I had an interjection, “well it depends on how long we have been dating”, I could tell that these questions only required a simplistic answer. “I would ask his mom to get him I guess”

“Well his mom just lets you in, you walk into his room and don’t see him; do you leave the flowers on his bed or the windowsill next to his bed?”
Another easy one, “on the bed”. I smiled, I could tell by his goofy smile he enjoyed that response.

“Okay well now you head home, and once again you can either take the short cut, or that beautiful way that’s a longer drive; which do you take?”
Hmmm, well if I’m going home, ain’t no rush right? “The long way”. He awkwardly rubs my shoulder and sighs a weird and flirty “aawww”.

From the 5 answers I provided him with, this Hispanic, 24 year old community college student, drinking Miller Lite in my section at work was able to conclude:

SHORT ROAD TO BF- YOU FALL IN LOVE FAST- regrettably, naively, true of me.
RED ROSES(signifies  giving)/WHITE ROSES(signifies receiving)- all my roses were red, mostly a giver. Always trying to make others happy. I do incessantly splurge on others when I should save.
ASK HIS MOM TO GET HIM- this he explained, symbolizes that as a person, when a conflict arises I rather not deal with it upfront, almost passive-aggressive in nature. Not quite certain that I portray a characteristic like that but low key I’m a bitch.
FLOWERS ON BED-opposed to a person who would leave the flowers on the windowsill; I miss my lover a lot when I am not with them. I do.
LONG ROAD HOME- much like the first question, but the opposite amount of time in the reverse direction. It takes me a long time to stop loving some one. So f***king true. It sucks.

Immediately upon the psychosis feedback arrival; images, memories, snapshots of old feelings buzzed in my head and there was the evidence; supporting everything he just said. In 5 short questions he summarized a simplified version of how I loved. It was quizzical and amusing how my own attributes were laid in front of me.
My unconscious responses were somehow conscious of my inner romanticism.

I’m not sure if the guy is creditable, but I like to think so.