Apple Bottom Jeans

Siblings, Frank here. Elizabeth did me the favor of posting for me since I wasn't going to be able to do it before midnight. Now I return the favor. I would hate to see her miss two posts. Though, given the circumstances, I think we would let it slide. I'll remind her tomorrow and maybe she'll do an edit, we'll see.

Happy Birthday!!

Happy Birthday Frank! Today he is 21, so that's great! He's actually going to see Prince Caspian with Lisa, he's been wicked pumped about it. He thinks it's going to be amazing. Anyway's he will edit this post later when he has time. Have a great day!

edit: Well siblings, this has been quite a week. We all know why. In other news, Prince Caspian was indeed amazing, I liked it much more than the first movie, it really makes me want to go and reread the series.
The big news on my birthday however, is that I proposed to Lisa and she accepted. We are now engaged. This makes me, the good son. Here's some happy news for an otherwise sad week. Much love, Frank.

I only care about 4 kinds of competitive sports: Red Sox baseball, Patriots football, curling, and Quiet Coyote Trivia.

On a related note: I'm going to trivia this week! Booya!

Bill did actually post last night in nothing but his knickers.

Greg's in China. And he STILL managed to post. Props to Greg!


This post is dedicated to F.C.W., our awesome grandfather.

Cold

1) See Spot Run.
2) I like the color blue.
3) I hate posting in a cold basement only in my boxer shorts.
4) Five sentences is way to long for a post.
5) One more sentence to go and I am done.

Only in the Mirror

Only in the Mirror

"I'm losing focus. Kinda drifting into... "

It's before 6am on a cold morning. The sun hasn't yet rose. Here's me rolling into the bathroom on a cold Monday morning. I'm a groggy half asleep searching in the dark for the light switch. He's the last one I want to hear right now. Hitting the switch as I move over to the sink, I look up into the mirror and grin back with unheartedly mocking sincerity, "Morning, BFF". Yea, with him... who needs enemies. BFF, as I'm calling him today, is in my bathroom mirror.

I rub my head with my hand as I turn on the water. Fumbling sleepily as I get my tooth brush ready and move into my morning routine. Water warm, not too hot. It takes a minute or so to get the water at the right temperature. A two pea sized amount of tooth paste on my brush. Finally I open the mouth wash and pour a bit into the cap. From the cap to my mouth it goes "No it doesn't really matter anymore. None of this really matters anymore." He's been talking to me, I just haven't been listening.

"Yes I am alone...". That's where I prefer to keep him, as I think to my self after hearing BFF babble on some more. At this point, I'm going through the motions half-asleep as I'm brushing. I soon feel a small ting in my mouth from the mouthwash and toothpaste. It's a rush of wintergreen that starts to wake me up. I continue on. Rubbing my my eyes as I look up into the mirror. My mirrored companion is still there, babbling away.

"Yeah, I just made you up to hurt myself! ... And it worked. ... Yes it did!" He's caught my attention now and I stare back to him. My tooth brush is hanging from my mouth out like an old sarge with a cigar. He's grinning back at me knowing that he's pushing buttons this morning.

I know up front if I asked him why he says things like that I'm sure to get back flippantly that "he likes me". Maybe. Lately he's been less defined. more abstract as a figure. Still, why do I have the honor of babysitting a mirror friend? We've only gone a short pause before he starts back into me. And right now he knows he has my attention, "There is no you, There is only me! There is no you, There is only me! Only... " He's done this before to me... it's just that only this morning I return him the honors in the form of plaque busting spray from mouth onto the mirror.

One of the few things that I've learned about BFF is that I can affect him indirectly by affecting other things. Thus the nice wintergreen white and blue foamy spray on my mirror has effectively covered him. It's kinda cute, BFF being all all pissed off at me and stuck in my bathroom mirror. With a simple smile back, I reinforce the point that he's in my apartment and he's just the rider along for whatever ride he signed up for.

by the time I'm washing out my mouth and putting my tooth brush away, the BFF is finally pulling his composure together to tell me about "... when I get out of here...". This phase has become my cue to bounce the verbal noise right back. Before he can continue I cut him off and coolly state to him "You'll end back up in my pin art on my desk and start pretending you're Trent Reznor again." I laugh after saying that. He hates that. Its one of the few things that actually stops his babbling

I really don't know how he jumps around from object to object in the place. It seems he's rather efficient at it when he gets lose. Why the pin art trapped him, is anyone's guess really. I came home and find there he was just trapped in a object he wasn't trying to get to. Angry and bouncing around the pins on the toy, BFF looked over inches away from his intended target, my computer. I've never really given though to what he would have done with it. Instead I sleep at night knowing that I have the local novelty's store stock of pin arts hanging around my place in select areas.

He's been staring back at me all this time. I can see in his eyes that he wants to continue but knowingly unable to. He knows that I'll remind him of the collector's glass. He hates that more. When I found him on it, he had managed to insert himself next to the leading woman from the film. The boyfriend character had been displaced, left laid out on the ground. My mirror companion, having the pleasure of being there posed himself with one arm around the female, one foot on the boyfriend's head victoriously, and his other hand stretched out giving the Buddy Jesus. What he didn't know at the time was when a cold liquid is poured into the cup, she disappears from the scene. The cup ended up in the freezer and I had a period of peace and quiet in the apartment.

Readying myself for a shower, I get the hot water running and generate enough steam to qualify my small bath room as a sauna BFF sees the steam roll up the window, he looks back at me. He's still angry, but knows that he can't stop it. I do this every morning because the steam seems to acts like a fantasy mist to lock him away. the mirror is half fogged as I look to him and he's starting to fade away on me. His upper half is yet obscured by the fog and that's the half that's fixed right at me. It's the look that indicates that he's up to something. What that is, I do not know, nor do I care right now. The mirror is almost fogged over and he's now almost gone. For now. Before stepping into the shower, I have a moment of sweet silence in the bathroom as I notice sun starting to rise. I think to myself, it's turning out to be a good day.