a poem

as she sat and stared at him,

his eyes affixed on his words,

she fell in love.

She fell in love with his passion,

his drive,

his intelligence.

He tapped away at the keys,

penning works everyone would someday read

and admire

as much as she admires him 

in this moment.

He taps, types, tinkering with phrases

and words,

stringing them together with

ease and eloquence.

In silence

they sit,

all but the tap of imaginary conversations

and announcements

coming alive

within his pages and paragraphs.

And all she can do

is sit

and stare

and admire his desire to create

to share

to inspire.

And she hopes

and he hopes

together, they hope

to see these words grow

and develop

as will their lives

together

in love

as one.

Crap, guys. I almost made myself cry with this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 

love, Ellen

because it's been a week and the hub-cap is blogging next to me.

haha. Okay, I suppose I could talk about how school is going...

Well. It's going well.

I have a prehistoric life class and there's a lady in the class who brings her dog in a purse and it's the cutest little thing! The littlest and cuddliest and I want to stroke it's huge ears and make it wear blinged out hoodies! awwww. And I have to take a field trip to a Dinosaur Museum! Fun-zo!

Also, my Creative Writing prof. is a huge-o hippie. Right out of the flower power era, for sure. Should be fun, but possibly exhausting at the same time. And I think i'm gonna kick butt in that class, seeing as I like to be all write-y and stuff. (See? It's already seeping from me like ketchup from a packet.)

My Editing prof is named Marj which is super fun and also she's on a cruise this week. Lucky her. I think that it's gonna be a fun class. Also, we're taking a field trip to Adobe sometime! I'll see Sean and show off my handsome hub to the class cuz i'm awesome. Correction, we're awesome.

Brit Lit. is alright. I'm learning stuff and it's interesting. I can't wait to read Charles Dickens, though!! awesome. he's awesome.

I hate the winter. When it's too cold to step outside in anything less than 3 to 7 shirts, a large winter coat, both leggings and jeans, thick socks, and heavy boots, I only ever want to stay inside and cuddle. But, to be honest, that's all I really ever want to do. I can't wait until the day I can slip back into my shorts and tee shirts and strut around the park with a kite string in my hand and the warm breeze keeping my cheap, plastic aircraft afloat. I'll probably get a dog so we can walk around and toss a frisbee without worrying about frostbite or losing the little pup in the mounds of powdery white.

If you can't tell, I'm feeling a little... what's the word... creatively wordy  I'm sure that's not right, but it's night and I'm tired of searching. I figured it out. loquacious. duh. Anyway, I'm in a creative writing class and I keep coming up with fantastic ideas and then I can't express them just right. I'll keep working on it and report back eventually. I am, however, proud of my poem entitled Chaos, which is a jumble of synonyms and antonyms of Chaos in a chaotic manner (askew, oddly spaced, chopped up, etc.). I think I might even get a check plus for it. Please, hold your applause.

If I have something really great, I will most certainly share it with my loyal and obviously intrigued readers. But, until I have something substantial that wouldn't require me re-formatting anything, then i'm just going to leave you hanging.

So it's late and, as you might have guessed, I am tired. I kept waking up for no real reason last night and I just want to crawl into bed and be wrapped in soft blankets and Sean's Minnesota-Warm (is that a thing?) arms and drift softly to a dreamland where I don't get pregnant or have to encounter past acquaintances (good or not-so-good) and figure out which one is my real husband or have to wait in line for hours to get a mandatory elbow surgery where you get an anesthesia shot, go into the operating room, come out 3 minutes later with stitches on your wrist area and Oprah is there and it's dark outside and you see a guy from your French class last semester and somehow find a scrapbook of his past and learn that he was once a midget but know that that isn't true because he is normal sized now and you can't just change from midget-dom to average height... dom (true story, happened last night).
but alas, Sean is still blogging about that one time he got hit in the face with an icicle whilst trying to fix our tv satellite. he's fine.

love, Ellen.

50th post! And a poem.

As you can concur from the post title, this is my 50th! woop! i mean, i've been blogging before this, but this is this blogs 50th post.

So the good news i was hinting at either hasn't come yet or isn't coming. i'll keep you updated.

I started packing today. nuts, right? I have so much junk... ugh. anyway... i'm excited. i'm still pretty much a wreck.. but that's ok. and i'm glad i accidentally accepted that loan. blah blah...

AND! I've an Eye appointment tomorrow! You know how much i love my specs. I wonder if i'll get a new pair or something similar or something different... idk, we'll just have to see, i guess! (hah. see. vision jokes...)

And, as I said, I just whipped out this poem. It's kind of inspired by this amazing vid. but it's about dancing and it's not near as good. but i'll just let you have it. unedited, too.

How I learned to Dance

I once didn't know how to dance.

i'd never taken classes, but

as soon as i realized the only true

rules to dancing, i would be able to

move forever. the trick is to

let your body move with the music,

not to it. Let the movements flow from

your body as the drum beats, as the

lyrics swoon in your opened ears, as

the melody wraps itself around you

like a hug from a friend.

I'd hear the words "dance like no on is watching"

but i knew they were. the key is to

be okay with it. Let your motion

inspire and intrigue them. Let their

wandering eyes dance along with you.

never choreograph unless necessary.

never be bothered if you're alone or in a group.

either way your body is yours and

will move no matter who's around.

Dancing is an art form like painting or sculpting.

just let all the things holding you back

flow away from your body as your arms

and legs travel from

one position to the next.

If you stumble, incorporate it.

If you fall, let it become part of the plan.

and last,

take breaks to re-hydrate and rejuvenate and

give others a chance

to dance.

love, ellen