Tell-All Tuesday

Yes, I've decided to take on the cutesy blog routines that I've seen everywhere-- and although I doubt Tell-All Tuesday hasn't been done before, it is my own spin off of these themed posts.  Sorry in advance, my Tell-All will be more of a journal entry than any type of interesting juicy gossip. ('Cause, it's my blog and I can do what I want to.)

I had just stretched out in bed this morning and looked at my clock : 9 AM.  MMMmm yeah!  A morning where I don't wake up to a shrill ring on my phone, is an excellent morning, in my book.  I know that I should want to get a gig everyday.  I know that I should be more concerned about making enough money to pay my preposterously high monthly student loan bill, and fill my gas tank, and all that nonsense; but on the days I don't get a call to go in, I can't help but silently rejoice and begin to plan out my day, a day blossoming with all the wonderful possibilities that unexpected free time brings--a day at the beach?  Take my nephews to the park?  Create a dance routine to a Lady Gaga song? Oh, the possibilities!

That day, however, was not today.

"This is the Okaloosa County School district calling for 'Jessica Custer'. There is a substitute position available. Press 1 to listen..." The automated message that greets me on the phone directs me from these joyous thoughts, no sooner than they began to swim in my head.  But, by golly, I accepted that job, I pulled on my professional-substitute-appropriate-outfit, I marched into that second grade classroom, I whipped those little hineys into order, and I brought home that dang bacon! Dislaimer: There was no actual whipping of hineys done... nor was there bacon, for that matter.

Upon returning from home, I worked steadily on an application process in an effort to be licensed to teach in this fine state of Florida, checked in with my sick boyfriend (poor baby), and relished a night of staying in composed of Dad's grilled turkey burgers for dinner and finally watching Part 1 of the latest Harry Potter film with mom.

You know, for currently being without a steady job and my own place, life isn't too shabby.

Images of India



Bright, brilliant, beaming smiles
Always so amiably yielding
From every gent, lady, and child.
Leading you to believe
They could do no harm.

Dazzlingly dark, coal lined eyes timidly peering,
Gaunt ghosts of nobody’s offspring appearing
From each ethereal outlet,
And round dusty lanes and bends,
Brazenly beseeching a single rupee from your hand.

Vividly, Sparkling and Shimmering Sarees,
Capture admirers with their charm;
Distracting sordid stares from superior splendor;
That is the meek and tender, radiant women,
From which melodic bangles glint on delicate arms.

Outside train compartment doors corroding,
Are splendidly dark tresses whipping,
As spirited gents do a romantic one-armed dangle
Relishing in the fleeting feeling of flight.
Feeling so light, fleeing from sight.

Such are the vast and vivid visions of an Indian venture,
Of which the natives, know without end.