Thursday, August 21, 2008
Pass Go
Going home for me is like passing go in monopoly. Its necessary: the game, life does not function wthout it. When I pass go I recieve something of value, worth. It could be a car (as it was on this last trip home) but it is also the less tangible time and moments and love that I feel pulsing from my family when I'm with them. Its my little brother being strong and tall enough to pick me up out of the blue like I'm a toddler. Its seing the beautiful new family my oldest brother has recently been blessed with. Its time with aunts and uncles, grandma and cousins. These valuable gifts I recieve after passing go illuminate my heart and make me glow with so much warmth and love I hardly know what to do with them.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Calves
Apparently, I have ridiculously large and noticeable calves. Now, I have always known my legs are no small entity. They are large and strong and though I used to hate how they would rub together and cause every single pair of shorts to ride quickly upwards I have come to love them and find them beautiful in their purposefulness. They get me everywhere these days, have taken me all over Buenos Aires and the streets of San Francisco.
I didn't think my calves were disproportionate to me thighs. Actually, I don't think they are. They just have been getting a lot of attention lately. Before this summer I had a handful of comments on my legs. With my friends Andrew and Mike I was part of the UPS Calve-alry (think cavalry), our own little club of big calve-ness. So I thought I was aware of their size. Then this summer came along and practically EVERYONE I have encountered has commented on my calves. At work, my nickname is actually calves. My coworkers want to touch them, which is a little odd (and a privilege given to only a select few). They all want me to flex-just once, please? Its not a bad thing, many are honestly envious and/or complementary of them. But an encounter last night tops them all. I was out after work having a drink. For whatever reason I was trying to see over heads and naturally went up on my tippy toes to do so. A random never-before-seen guy passing by practically stops in his tracks. "Wow, you have huge calves!" He points them out to his friends, asks me to flex then after I hide them against the wall continues on his way. It was like a drive-by. I was left stunned. The thing was, he was kinda hitting on me. Now, traditional methods of complementing a woman do not usually include her calf size. Apparently I inspire very nontraditional game. Though in the moment, out at a Senor Frogs, I didn't really know how to handle the encounter I can definitely laugh about it now. And add it to my growing list of calf complements.
Just an after thought: I tell people that my calf size is genetic, if they saw the rest of my family they would understand, but I can't help but wonder if my years of tip-toe walking have in anyway influenced my calf size. I may never know.
I didn't think my calves were disproportionate to me thighs. Actually, I don't think they are. They just have been getting a lot of attention lately. Before this summer I had a handful of comments on my legs. With my friends Andrew and Mike I was part of the UPS Calve-alry (think cavalry), our own little club of big calve-ness. So I thought I was aware of their size. Then this summer came along and practically EVERYONE I have encountered has commented on my calves. At work, my nickname is actually calves. My coworkers want to touch them, which is a little odd (and a privilege given to only a select few). They all want me to flex-just once, please? Its not a bad thing, many are honestly envious and/or complementary of them. But an encounter last night tops them all. I was out after work having a drink. For whatever reason I was trying to see over heads and naturally went up on my tippy toes to do so. A random never-before-seen guy passing by practically stops in his tracks. "Wow, you have huge calves!" He points them out to his friends, asks me to flex then after I hide them against the wall continues on his way. It was like a drive-by. I was left stunned. The thing was, he was kinda hitting on me. Now, traditional methods of complementing a woman do not usually include her calf size. Apparently I inspire very nontraditional game. Though in the moment, out at a Senor Frogs, I didn't really know how to handle the encounter I can definitely laugh about it now. And add it to my growing list of calf complements.
Just an after thought: I tell people that my calf size is genetic, if they saw the rest of my family they would understand, but I can't help but wonder if my years of tip-toe walking have in anyway influenced my calf size. I may never know.
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