Scrabble and Fannypacks;

A dreary Sunday, dung beetles and a cat who pretends to be ninja-like.

My new favourite website would have to be:

http://www.thekatespanos.com/scrabble-score-calculator/

Where else would I learn that my name is worth 13 points. That Jason Wylie's name is worth 73 points. And that, most importantly, FANNYPACK (on a triple word score naturally), is worth 119. Scrabble is the backboard of society, the most elementary of all boardgames, my dear Watson. This is, of course, due to the attractiveness of good grammar in the opposite sex.

This weekend has been one of many surprises.
I met up with a great friend whom I haven't seen since I was in the second grade and the only thing that I could remember about her was the great times we used to have, sitting outside her kitchen. I can remember that we used to catch lizards and hide them in a bucket and then poke them with sticks, pretending to give them needles. And then we were markedly surprised when the lizards began to bleed and die and then, with the naive and insensitivity that only children can possess, we tipped them out of the bucket and went off in search of a more hardy and strong lizard, able to withstand our 'doctoring'.
And then I spent the most of today wandering the house, trying to find a spot where I could scribble on the walls and my mother would not then proceed to skin me alive. Why is it that all the cool parents have children who appear in my favourite photographs?



After giving up on my dream of drawing on my bedroom walls, I spent my time instead surfing youtube for those things that give me great comfort; snatches of Grey's Anatomy and songs of love and dreams and spectacular wishes. And so tomorrow, whilst I spend three hours identifying dung beetles, I shall keep in my mind the uplifting memories of Mary Poppins, the musical version, with which I fell in love whilst strolling around West End in London, and the lyrics of a particularly lyricist who keeps me holding my breath.

Thank you Priscilla Ahn. Because along with you,

I was a little girl alone in my little world, who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
and laughed in my pretty bed of green

Here I lay, until the alarm goes off and reality hits and I am left with nothing more than a smattering of personal babble and a sparking electrical cord.

Thank you for this moment, this moment is my lifee.