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Movement! What does it mean 2 U?

2010-05-24T18:46:00.002-04:00

2010-04-22T10:33:00.001-04:00

Scale the wall. Fear is present
Fear is gloom
Scale the wall. Fear is pessimism

Fear is unrest
Scale the wall. Fear is prejudice
Fear is want
Scale the wall.
Fear is indecision
Managed by confusion, but

Conquered by faith

Hope lies on the other side
Only if you climb! Get ready to
Ready to embrace and support
Life's eternal goodness.

patterned after Jim Harrison's "Lullaby for a Daughter"

2010-04-20T09:44:00.002-04:00

Blue
The color of
Brad Pitt's eyes
a mid-day western sky
a gentle bluebird.
Feels like the rushing of the wind
a warm cool night in October
a kitten when it sleeps
Tastes like
Cold, lemon iced tea
cold, fresh salad
a peppermint candy
a hug my around my dog's neck
an uncrowded street
holding someone's hand
cheers me up when I feel blue!

17 Things to Do with your Online Photos

2010-04-05T16:41:00.000-04:00

17 Things to Do with your Online Photos

Learnings

2010-03-22T11:32:00.002-04:00

I'm learning to accept my faults
And I'm learning to listen to others
And I'm learning to know that the world is changing
Not yield to prejudices, when I feel them
And I'm learning not to fear the future
And I'm learning not to feel somebody owes me something
And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to belittle others
And I'm learning to give more than I take
When I know it's the right thing to do
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be kind!

GS JOBS IN NYS

2010-03-08T11:01:00.000-05:00

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Prayer for Employment...

2010-03-02T08:44:00.002-05:00

"God, I would never imagine presuming on your favor, unless you had graciously offered your love. You have offered, and so I do ask. You have so many wide concerns; what am I in this vast universe that you should care for me? But the truth is, you do care. You invite me to call you "Father," and to put my trust in you for the big and small things in my life. Today I come with a specific and pressing request: I need a source of provision. I acknowledge, as you say, that you are my true source. But practically, you deliver your grace through specific, down to earth channels. I need to connect with one of the specific sources right now. You promise that you will supply everything I need. I did not create this promise and the expectations it engenders. But I am choosing now to take you up on your commitment. Today, I'm asking for employment, and a way to work that will purchase for me and those who depend on me a sustainable income. Give me opportunity, and contacts, relationships, and a creative mind to consider all my options. Put me into contact with the right people. Give me favor when I speak to them. And with all the contacts I've already made, bring my name and what I bring to the table front and center to those considering my case. God, my Father, I'm asking specifically for a job, soon. I'm asking that you would place me in a situation that fits my gifts and experience and desires. Give me a role where I can serve and contribute to a meaningful organization. And now, when it's most difficult, give me faith and hope to continue walking, so that I can have the strength to believe you and to help those who depend on me to believe as well. I pray this in Jesus' name, trusting your words and your promises. I am hoping and expecting an answer! Employment is a gift! Thank you."

From Beliefnet.com

Any Christians in the House??

2010-02-11T14:34:00.001-05:00

Greetings,
Since November, I have been working with a Cleveland church, and created a blog for them, and on Podomatic.com, I have been posting their pastor's Sunday messages. If you're interested, their blog is: newcornerstonembc.org; and their podcast site is: newcornerstonembc.podomatic.com. (You can also access some podcasts from the website. There are numerous pods on podomatic.
If you know of any other people in the faith, pls have them check out New Cornerstone Missionary Baptist Church podcasts/website.
Peace to you and yours.

Please forward to any Cleve. friends

2010-01-12T08:46:00.002-05:00

Sorry, but I'm trying to get this out to Cleveland Friends.... Please forward if you know anybody from Cleve.

Date: Wednesday, February 10

Location: Doubletree Hotel Cleveland South
6200 Quarry Lane
Independence, OH 44131

Time: 11:00 AM to 2:00 PM

For a list of attending companies, click the link below and fill out the brief registration form:

http://www.nationalcareerfairs.com/career_fairs/details/OH/Cleveland/February/10/2010/

Bring at least 15 resumes to the event!

See you at the career fair!
This message was sent by: National Career Fairs, 1776 W. Horizon Ridge Parkway Suite 100, Henderson, NV 89012

Any Cleveland People Out There Looking 4 Jobs??

2010-01-11T23:20:00.003-05:00

Date: Wednesday, February 10

Location: Doubletree Hotel Cleveland South
6200 Quarry Lane
Independence, OH 44131

Time: 11:00 AM to 2:00 PM

For a list of attending companies, click the link below and fill out the brief registration form:

http://www.nationalcareerfairs.com/career_fairs/details/OH/Cleveland/February/10/2010/

Bring at least 15 resumes to the event!

See you at the career fair!
This message was sent by: National Career Fairs, 1776 W. Horizon Ridge Parkway Suite 100, Henderson, NV 89012

I'm Not, but I Am!

2010-01-07T10:36:00.000-05:00

I haven't made any New Year's resolutions;
but I am thankful to be alive.
I haven't purposely tried to piss anybody off;
but I am hoping that kindness will find me.
I'm not going to expect anything from anybody;
but I am always going to be hopeful.
I'm not going to be a doormat;
but I am going to consider the feelings of thers.
I'm not finding it easier to live with others;
but I am not lonely.
Of all the things I'm not, there's a
joy in knowing all the things I AM!

Stupid NYC Cab Drivers At Christmas!

2009-12-22T11:14:00.000-05:00

Hola! Bonjour! and everyone else!

This morning, I go into my Santa mode! Every year, I purchase little gifts for colleagues at work; specifically office staff, who take crap from everybody! Most years I have made them gifts (earrings, bracelets, etc.) Last year, I made ceramic kitchen magnets. (Useless, I know!) But unique! (admit it).

So, I'm leaving the house with two doubled shopping bags filled with gifts in pretty, red wrapping paper! I love giving gifts! Since Christmas is my favorite time of year. I go to the sidewalk (on my side of the street) and hail a cab! I get in and tell him we need to go back in the other direction to 23 Avenue. 23rd Avenue and 31 Street. I felt instant "attitude" from the driver. My side of the street's traffic goes toward the bridge to Manhattan! Oh well, too bad! So, moreon makes a sharp U-turn on this major drag 21st street! He keeps asking me, "21 Avenue?" I respond, "NO! twenty-three avenue, and thirty-one street, in between the block, you'll see a BIG school!" I start twiddling my thumbs. (A sign of annoyance. I do this a LOT!) In a couple of blocks, he asks me, "31st Avenue?" "NO! I respond. Veinte-uno, and I realize he's not Hispanic! I wasn't sure what language to use, although I'm limited in that department! Tw-en-ty thr-ee Av-en-ue AND th-ir-ty fir-st STREET!" I'm patting my leg, my purse with my right hand, and making piano playing motions with my left hand! We get to 23rd Avenue, and he hesitates as he's not sure this is the street I told him to turn! My eyes start rolling back in my head, at which time, I notice his windows are so FILTHY, he can't see out! When we get to 31st Street, he stops, "Here?" "NO! in between the next block." I can see the BIG school from the BACK SEAT!!! I put my head thru the square acrylic hole behind the driver, pointing, "Do you see the BIG school there???" He proceeds. At the gas station, he stops, "Here??" I just point and say, "SCHOOL!" Merciful Heavens!!!

He pulls over in front of the school, and there's a mound of snow that I'm worried about being able to step over with my two bags of holiday cheer! I proceed to swipe my money card! He yells, "YOU HAVE TO PICK AN OPTION FIRST!" Yeah, okay! I know I'm blind as a bat in the morning! So, as I'm swiping, he starts bitching, saying, "YOU need to cross the street and get a cab going in the direction I'm going!" I respond, "YOU need to pick up fares and go WHEREVER they tell you to go!" He says, "I'm not making any money coming here!" "TOO BAD!" He begins to tell me that I MADE him take a U-turn on my street. Nobody told this moreon to make an illegal turn on a street where DOUBLE YELLOW lines are clearly marked! He begins... and before I hear a sound, I yell, "You need to SHUT your mouth, thank God for a job, and be more courteous, and if you say ONE MORE THING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, I'm taking your driver number, calling and placing a complaint about you, and I WILL be present at the hearing!" He shuts his mouth, and I'm sitting! He asks me if I'm getting out! I say when I get a receipt!

I get out and slam the door hoping it would fall off the hinges!
Does a person have to really "GO THERE," and ruin a perfectly wonderful day??

School Christmas Concerts...Bah Humbug!

2009-12-17T11:31:00.000-05:00

I just wanted to give a shout out to the music teacher in my school.

She is a bundle of happy and peppy and bursting with love, music and joy! She's from Russia, an accomplished musician and during the school year, she puts on two HUGE concerts. Let me go back a little bit! Years ago, I was the music cluster in my school. First of all, I have a serious problem with Kindergarten. They don't understand a word I say, and frankly, I don't freakin' understand them either! I'm a 3, 4, 5th, 6th and 7th grade enthusiast. The younger grades make me want to hang myself in the cafeteria!

OK, back to Daria. She gets those kids singing, and even in the craziness of kids, she has so much energy and patience. Nothing bothers her! My principal miraculously spends money for the music program that she, "did not have," when I was contemplating suicide. What's up with that?? So, Daria is more than able to get the most kid-friendly, excitable music ever! No "regular Christmas carols. She's to be commended! Did I mentioned she going into her third trimester of her first baby! Need I say more?? Ebenezer Scrooge would understand!

She amazing! Happy Baby!

The Scheme of Things...

2009-12-16T09:59:00.000-05:00

Just a few questions that I can't seem to figure out!

1. Why do men say one thing, and mean another?
2. If there's an opportunity that comes along, why do we question it?
3. Why is there never enough time to take care of necessary things?
4. What is it about me that bothers people?
5. Why do I try to figure out what's on special after I'm in the store, when circulars are in the lobby of my building on Thursdays?
6. Why is my favorite color my favorite color?
7. What is my dog thinking about when he's wedged between me and hubby? (When I used to sleep with him) hahaa
8. What are the lottery numbers for tomorrow? And why can't I ever win?
9. How could somebody think God is a female?
10. How could somebody be so insensitive to say dogs don't go to heaven because they have no soul!
11. Where does the time go? (I have the answer to that, "It went that'a way!!)
12. When you're past 50, why do you begin to fear death, and feel it coming on fast?
13. Why is it that when you've been hurt, people say, "You'll get over it?"

I'm just venting! But to all my blogger friends, Happy Shopping, if you're shopping! I HATE shopping!

Can We Talk a Little Bit About James Brown?

2009-12-10T11:27:00.004-05:00

James Brown, the hippest, funkiest, dancingest, innovative, self-proclaimed Godfather of Soul has been a tremendous force to the world of R&B, Funk, Soul and Rap Music. He has been tagged, “Soul Brother Number One,” “the Godfather of Soul,” “the Hardest Working Man in Show Business,” “Mr. Dynamite” and even “the Original Disco Man.” The funkmeister of all times reigned from 1956 to his untimely death on Christmas Day, 2006. (What other icon could die and have some of us crying on Christmas?)

Statistics say he had ten “top 10” hits. Somehow, I would have thought it’d be more. And, the beauty of the Internet gave me the fact that he placed 99 songs on the chart in a 30 year time span. Good gracious alive!

But what I really woke up today thinking about was, how in the world did he come up with those lyrics? “Popcorn,” was the one that came to mind today! Hahahhhhaaaaaa, what is a “Mother Popcorn?” AND, I don't think I ever learned to do the "Popcorn." Can somebody send me a link for it on Youtube? Okay, it was inspired by the popular dance, “The Popcorn” which Brown made that year. Other titles included "Let a Man Come In and Do the Popcorn." To further our education in doing the Popcorn, there was an A-side and a B-side. Six minutes and 13 seconds of words that I don’t understand! And to top ot off, Vicki Anderson recorded the answer song "Answer to Mother Popcorn (I Got a Mother for You)", also in 1969.Let’s look at Mr. Brown’s lyrics.

Yeah... Popcorn...

Some like'em fat, some like'em tall

Some like'em short, skinny legs and all

I like'em all, huh, I like'em proud

And when they walk

You know they draw a crowd

See, you got to have a mother for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, popcorn

(Okay, I understand the first paragraph. I’m not a total idiot!)

Look where, there was a time

When I was all alone

I had a secret, all done is done

Somebody done me, so now I see

What you are doin', brother

Stay ahead of me

But when I get funky, I do the sap

And when I want lovin'

Mother, she got to have

Say, you got to have a mother for me

Yeah, popcorn

Uh-huh, yeah... popcorn, huh

Ah, ah, popcorn, oh, oh

Good God, yeah, look it here

Do the popcorn and do the horse

Show everybody where you're at

You got to be boss

When you do your little thing

Step in a small ring, and jump back, baby

James Brown is gonna do his thing

Popcorn, yeah...

Sometimes, sometimes I feel low

Sometimes I'm feelin' low

I call another brother, talkin' about Macy O.

Macy O., blow your horn... I don't want no trash, huh

Give me some popcorn...

WTF???

http://top40.about.com/od/top10lists/tp/jamesbrownhits.htm

http://www.lyricstime.com/james-brown-mother-popcorn-lyrics.html

If you’re at a party this Christmas and they play this song, I hope you’re like me and FOOTFL (fall out on the floor laughing) over this song!

To Have Generous Hearts

2009-12-06T12:15:00.003-05:00

Father, I pray for (name one or more) and others in my circle of family and friends to be generous people...

May their generosity begin with You as they give You their tithes and offerings, believing Your promise that as they do, You will throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that they'll not have room enough for it. (Malachi 3:8–10)

Help them grow in the grace of giving, giving to others as much as they are able, willing to give even beyond their ability because they trust in You and have given themselves to You according to Your will. May they be generous, always willing to hear the cry of the poor and willing to share. (2 Corinthians 8:7b; Romans 12:6, 8b; 2 Corinthians 8:2–5; Proverbs 21:13; 22:9; 1 Timothy 6:18)

May they sow generously and reap generously—pressed down, shaken together, and running over! Help them be cheerful givers to those in Christian service, and then supply all their needs from Your riches in Christ Jesus. (2 Corinthians 9:6; Luke 6:38; Philippians 4:15–19)

Help them to give beyond their means. In Jesus' name, Amen.

- Jim & Kaye Johns

Source: "Prayers for the Moment: One-Minute Scripture Prayers" Copyright September 2006. Reprinted with permission of B&H Publishing Group

Moments

2009-12-01T20:02:00.002-05:00

There has to be moments when you get a flashback
of some other place, some other time!
Most people look back and say,
"I wish I coulda, woulda, shoulda, and wondered
what if, etc. These things take your mind off what is NOW.
Was there a moment when you tried getting your point across,
and to others you were you really a mime?
A lot of people experience being ignored, and need to be heard.
Sometimes when east is west, and west is east,
Still in abundance we're blessed to feast.
Sometimes people don't know if they're coming or
going, but there's always something deep inside that
tells you how good God is to each of us, and how
blessed we are when feast on those blessings each day!
Though days of uncertainty continue to unfold,
the landscape of our lives, everyday to behold!
With gladness or sorrow, we walk out each day,
but never miss a moment with which to pray!

Every day....

2009-11-27T19:51:00.000-05:00

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

[Rubaiyat - Omar Khayyam]

The Wind's Fingers...

2009-11-23T17:38:00.000-05:00

Out and up above me, a presence gathered 'round.
A cluster of my locks, usually soft and flexible,
became windswept, talkative and rambling.
The strands with split ends that had
been secure became unsecure,
what had been one, gave way to its parts,
at the base and loosed at the ends.
I felt steely hands wrap itself around my head.
Cold fingers massaged my temples and
covered my ears from the bite.
What should have been icy,
these fingers gave way to warmth,
like a mother's arms.
Could it have been warmed
by the warmth of my body?
It seemed to care that my unprotected
appendages were at its will, and felt
sorry?
He shared the news that he
was here to stay, but just for awhile,
and that we could become friends.
"Walk in the direction I walk," he said.
"Listen to my voice," he sang, as he
covered me from his brothers.
Look for me, and I will travel with you.

Send One Your Love....

2009-11-20T10:20:00.003-05:00

This past Sunday, someone very dear to me that I've known since I was a teen, passed away! Edna Seaberry was one of the Sunday School teachers in the church I grew up in when I came to Brooklyn to live with an aunt! I lost a phone number of a mutual friend and called Edna's house to get it, and one of her nieces answered the phone telling me that she had passed that morning! I felt like my heart stopped for a bit!

I had to make a close connection to Edna, very early, because she had one of the most amazing smiles in all the world. Edna was welcoming, loving, and most of all, she walked in a Christ-like way! She was a true lady in her walk and in her talk! She was nothing like the church lady that you might have seen made sport of on Saturday Night Live. Although she did seem to have a different hat on each Sunday, wore nice clothes, had an awesome mink coat or two, and looked like everyday should be the Easter Parade, she was more than what she wore. She had a husband who made sure she had more than what she needed!

Edna was genuine on the "inside." She took on the responsibility of putting the Word of God in our hearts, so we may call on them in times of need! Now looking back, that was an important job assigned to her. She did her job very well! And although I didn't go to church frequently for a few years as an adult, I was convicted to go back to church to worship with other believers. It's not that one cannot worship on their own time, or in their way, but it's according to the Law of Christ, "Do not forsake the assembling of yourselves together." Hebrews 10:24-25 (KJV). The church should minister to you, and make every family!

As in the past, churches today have loads of activities: singles, marriage retreats, worship ministries, children's church, celebrations (birthdays, etc.) But you know, I think I had more fun as a kid growing up in the Berean Baptist Church in Brooklyn. There were bus outings to state parks, where you could picnic, and run around like crazy! I loved to sing, and being in choirs helped me. There was Girl Scouts, which I believe helped me to acquire some skills that makes up a great percentage of who I am today! There were other significant people in my church life, but today, I'm giving thanks and Kudos to Edna Seaberry of Camden, SC.

Edna's house was always the hub of friends and family gatherings. I became friends with many of her family by being at her home so much! There would be fish fries, cookouts, every weekend, holiday love and fellowship. Edna cooked the most amazing fried Okra and Cornbread. Heartstopping, yes! But, oh so heavenly! There would also be Edna's HUGE german shepherd, Butch! Her husband also helped me learn how to drive! I have missed, James and Butch, and now will miss Edna!

May God wrap His loving arms around her for eternity, and may the people she touched and blessed, always keep her memory alive!

So, with all that, if there's someone who positively affected your life, and you can get in touch with them, do so today! One day you might think of doing it, and it might be just a "moment" too late!

OK! Let's Think About This?

2009-11-19T09:51:00.001-05:00

For those of us who have heard, we know that on behalf of the Obama Administration U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder announced that the U.S. Justice Department decided to try the five suspected terrorists now held at Guantanamo Bay in the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York. Here's the deal: The USDCSD is located within a stone's throw of many bridges/tunnels:

#8 - Williamsburgh Bridge (Chinatown), #9 - Holland Tunnel, #10 - Manhattan Bridge, #11 - Brooklyn Bridge, #12 - Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. Aren't these significant points funneled into such a small area? Did someone thing NYC was NOT the answer for a venue of this kind?

The five suspects — Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, Walid Muhammad Salih Mubarek bin Attash, Ramzi bin al-Shibh, Ali Abdul-Aziz Ali and Mustafa Ahmed al-Hawsawi — are all accused of being involved in the 9/11 plot, with Mohammed describing himself as the mastermind in a 2003 confession. President Barack Obama’s first executive order to suspend the military tribunals set up under the Bush administration to try suspected terrorists.

My question is: Why does Obama think that everything that was put in place previous to his being in office needs to change? And in this case, how did NYC come up as being the host to this lynching party? Sure, these guys need to be charged, big time! But in NYC, where the chance of thousands of people being hurt again is pending? Guitmo seems to be the obvious choice to me! It's desolate, so to speak, and conditions are less than favorable, which is what these terrorists deserve. In my opinion, NYC is less favorable, too! You can't even walk around that area without getting your arm lopped off by people on cell phones not watching where the heck they're going, and others zig-zagging as they're walking on the sidewalks, forcing you to negotiate whether you walk into a parking meter, a tree or not.

If you are need of services, and you are the average person, the Marriage Bureau, the Department of Education, Motor Vehicles, Health Department and other offices are yards away from where the courts are! It takes no less than 15 minutes to get into some of these buildings because of security measures. Imagine what will happen when these proceedings begin? When I have to go to lower Manhattan, I will leave school and try to get downtown by 3:45pm and pray that I can be seen before 5pm, or wait until school is closed. And as long as it's not a federal holiday, I can go and do whatever it is I have to in that area. But I can't imagine someone on a lunch hour attempting to get a vehicle registration replaced, or going to Finance Administration because of a lost paycheck, etc., being able to accomplish any important task in this soon-to-be high security location. Do you think your boss will understand when you come back from lunch 45 minutes to an hour later? So, should they close down Motor Vehicles? The Marriage Bureau? (Well, maybe yes, to the latter.)

Other than the inconvenience of access to an area as small as Ellis Island, what about the huge deficit to the city's budget. It was suggested by Congressman Charles Schumer (D - NY), that the city get reimbursed for the costs. Why would somebody have to suggest that we get reimbursed? When the determination was made to have the proceedings here, why wouldn't costs incurred be the next discussion? Even Rudy hates the idea of this! The bottom line is NYC didn't need this extra distraction and inconvenience. Guitmo was good enough for these people to be detained in the first place, it should be good enough for them to be tried, sentenced, and executed!

What do you think? How would you like the terrorists trial in your backyard??

HELP!!

2009-11-17T14:04:00.000-05:00

Friends,
Someone responded to my blog, and told me I had NO voice, and that my blog color was drag, etc. If you have time, please look at my blog and give me thoughts, hints, help!
I really don't mind criticism, but is there NOTHING good about my blog?
Thanks.....
Peace 2 U and Yours....

Create in Me a Pure Heart

2009-11-14T20:08:00.000-05:00

Greetings friends...
I find that no matter who I meet, how old they are, or what religion they follow, everyone is searching for a clean heart! And the only one to ask for that is one's God! Please enjoy this prayer today!

Create in me a pure heart, O my God,
And renew a tranquil conscience within me, O my Hope!
Through the spirit of power confirm Thou me in Thy Cause,
O my Best-Beloved,
And by the light of Thy glory reveal unto me Thy path,
O Thou the Goal of my desire!
Through the power of Thy transcendent might
Lift me up unto the heaven of Thy holiness,
O Source of my being,
And by the breezes of Thine eternity gladden me,
O Thou Who art my God!
Let Thine everlasting melodies breathe tranquillity on me,
O my Companion,
And let the riches of Thine ancient countenance
Deliver me from all except Thee,
O my Master,
And let the tidings of the revelation of Thine
Incorruptible Essence bring me joy,
O Thou Who art the most manifest of the manifest
And the most hidden of the hidden!

- Bahá'u'lláh

Source: Posted by daystar

Photo: http://www.christian-myspace-layouts.com/getbackground.asp?background_id=243

Love: The Key to Insanity!

2009-11-13T13:08:00.003-05:00

Last nite, someone who is a daughter to me, whom we'll call Tee, was infuriated beyond belief. A lover, who had been repeatedly a cheater, didn't connect with her enough by phone, called a friend of hers, but hadn't bothered to connect with her! Tee, animatedly, said, "I don't care if he likes her, and they're friends, I've told him he doesn't call me enough! He calls her, and he doesn't CALL ME???" Hmm, let's figure this out! This is a guy known to be a "man about town," in more ways than one, and works nites. He's so backed up with crap, he probably thought nothing of his actions. (Do most men think....?) OK! Maybe some!!!

Every synonym that describes how she felt, and acted; beside herself, black-heartened, boiling, enraged, exasperated, flaming, fuming, furious, hot (and NOT the hot we like to be,) incensed, indignant, infuriated, mad, offended, outraged! Hmm, all these that can make you get into your car and run somebody down! All the words that describe how you felt when a lover left you, cheated on you, had an affair online, or____________. I'll let you fill in the blank.

Top Songs That Some Turn to for Consolation When They've Been Dumped:

1. I Am The Cosmos by Chris Bell
2. Game of Pricks by Guided By Voices--
3. You and Your Sister (Chris Bell) performed by This Mortal Coil --
4. Footsteps by Pearl Jam --
5. Never Talking To You Again by Husker Du --
6. Another great angry song is My War by Black Flag. Raging against betrayal never felt so good.
7. Heart shaped box: Nirvanna. Because: hey wait, I got a real complaint.

From AJ Venter's Blog SilentCoder.co.za:

You give love a bad name: The bon jovi original works, the Atreyu death metal cover works better.
Tainted love: Manson version, the rest are just not angry enough.
Bound: A disturbed song, about why you shouldn’t let your partner try to change who you are… because you may as well die.
Criminal: Another disturbed song: about being hurt, and getting really angry about it.
The razors edge: ACDC, the perfect generic angry song, no matter what you’re angry at.
Bury me where I fall: 36 Crazy Fists. I don’t actually know exactly what this song is about, just a kind of roller-coaster ride through emotional metaphors, but it works.
Wait and bleed: Slipknot…
Bat out of hell: Meat Loaf

And OMG, Country Songs about heartbreak. But aren't they ALL about heartbreak, mostly???

This Time I've Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me
Conway Twitty

She Thinks I Still Care
George Jones

Race Is ON
George Jones
Third Rate Romance
Sammy Kershaw, Russell Smith

It's A Cheatin' Situation
Charly McClain, Moe Bandy

So, friends, if you're interested you can seek out the lyrics! But of all those listed, the country songs get the, "Even though he's a shithead, I'm still in love with him!" Award!

Enjoy the weekend. Peace 2 U and Yours....

Postscript: I HAVE TO include HANK WILLIAMS! Who can forget a man who lived hard, loved hard, and died at 28 years old in his Cadillac. Just looking at these titles from one album makes me wanna cry!

Cold/Cold Heart - Hank Williams

Product #:

129149

Description:

Track Listing

Cold, Cold Heart - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:45
Dear John - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:36
Lost on the River - Williams, Audrey - 2:36
I Heard My Mother Praying for Me - Williams, Audrey - 2:36
Hey, Good Lookin' - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:56
My Heart Would Know - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:26
Beyond the Sunset - Williams, Hank [1] - 3:01
Funeral - Williams, Hank [1] - 3:06
I Can't Help It (If I'm Still in Love With You) - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:25
Howlin' at the Moon - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:44
Jesus Remembered Me - Williams, Audrey - 2:54
Just Waitin' - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:41
Cold, Cold Heart - Williams, Hank [1] - 3:11
(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:27
Crazy Heart - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:28
Ramblin' Man - Williams, Hank [1] - 3:03
Baby, We're Really in Love - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:34
Honky Tonk Blues - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:12
Help Me Understand [Broadcast Recording] - Williams, Audrey - 2:45
When God Dips His Love in My Heart [Broadcast Recording] - Williams, Hank [1] - 2:00
I Want to Live & Love [Broadcast Recording] - Williams, Audrey - 2:09
Where the Soul of Man Never Dies [Broadcast Recording] - Williams, Audrey - 1:32

Tee, go check out Amazon, or iTunes for your consolation!!!

Two of Everything? A One Way Ticket, Please?

2009-11-12T09:16:00.003-05:00

There is obviously a scientific reason why it's a good idea to have "two" of everything! We were given two eyes, two hands, two boobs, and in the western world, one man plus one woman equals couple! Well! You know what I mean!!

One thing is for certain, one of anything cannot live without the other; people, animals on the ground, or in the sea! Hence, a whimsical story of someone looking for help with two horses: "I have two horses, he says. Everything is fine until I try to bring them in from their paddock. One has to stay in the paddock until I bring in the other. Then I come back for the second. However, when they realize it is time to go in, problems begin. I will have one on a lead line and open the gate; the other will come up and try to push through. Neither one wants to be the one that has to wait. Do you have any suggestions on how I can teach them to be calm and wait?" Well, I couldn't believe that somebody thought they could have an answer to this dilemma! But they did!!!

The expert response: "There are a couple of possible solutions. You could go back to basics... gaining your horses' respect.... ...move your horse forward and back, move hips, move shoulders, etc., so they will be responsive and respectful; bring[ing] your horses in and not feeding them right away. If they know that as soon as they get inside their stalls there will be feed waiting, they will begin to anticipate their feeding time. They should be patient and respectful when waiting to go in and be fed.

In the meantime, if you feel you or your horses are in immediate danger, you can halter both horses and tie one horse to a secure place along the fence and then take the other horse into the barn. Be sure to tie to a very secure post, and do not tie your horse to the gate or rail." (Horses that are anxious, tied up: genuine!!! If the "Experts," remember any westerns, they'll know that when a horse is pensive, as in the case of a fire, etc., you let them go!) So, if you're wondering where this came from, here it is, Cornell University, Cooperative Extension, FAQs about horses, training, management, behavior.

I'm giving them a TRIPLE raspberry!!! Good God! Even though it is not mentioned whether they were male or female, does that really matter at this state in civilization? Did anybody ever think about the horses considering each other to be a mate, and that intuitively, they would know that meal times is a time to be shared! Haven't you been with your lover, and instinctively, you've tried to go through one door at the same time? If NO! You are lying! It's that magnetic attachment that draws you to walk where he/she walks! When walking with someone I love, my body automatically shifts toward that person, our shoulders touch, our elbows, fingers, transitioning as reminders to hold hands. Don't you enjoy eating with your significant other, and when you are eating alone, there's a loss of appetite? (For those of us who are overweight, maybe you don't give a damn one way or the other!) But, somebody started "wine and candles" with dinner, so somebody knew how important eating together is!

Lovers are steroscopic, not monoscopic. Being with a lover gives your brain two slightly different views of what you are looking at, and the two of you use those differences to calculate things like distance and depth, both things so relative to a positive life and relationship. We can carry out every day tasks and the ability to judge what is going to make the life or death of a relationship. A researcher for eHarmony says, "the affect of love on the brain is... a mystery for the ages, a dance that holds many mysteries. Romantic love affects the brain like a drug addiction." I like this "Expert view much better!"

Here's what animals know: "Instead of fighting over food, whatever, bonobos have sex. Hmmm! A virgin queen honey bee will take a mating flight with a dozen or so male drones (out of tens of thousands eligible bachelors in the colony). But don’t call them lucky because during mating, their genitals explode and snap off inside the queen!" Hahahaha OMG! "Female hyenas wear the pants in the family. They’re bigger and stronger than the males. And definitely much more aggressive. Heck, they even got balls. Really. There’s dancing and there’s dancing – like the moonwalk that the male Manakin does to impress the ladies!"

"Male giraffes nudge the female’s rump to induce urination. With that ridiculously long neck of theirs, mating is hard work for male giraffes. So, when a male happens upon a female giraffe, he will perform a procedure known as the "fleshmen sequence" to see if she is in estrus. First, he nudges her rump to induce urination. He then takes a mouthful of urine. If it tastes good to him, then he begins to court her." (Does this sound familiar guys??)

And finally, "Flipper has a retractable penis. And if that’s not cool enough, here’s something else: his penis is prehensile. And it swivels. In fact, a male dolphin can use his penis to explore objects just like a hand." Holy Cow! Hmmmmmmmmm Whooooo-weeeee! I'm about to CHOKE! hahahahahaahhhh ROFL!

I'll go back to horses, because I think they're the most magnificent animals on the planet! Maybe those horses were like speed to each other! How many of you are like speed to your significant other?? I know that's what my lover is to me. And I'll never go to rehab! NEVER!

Two of everything?
Give me a One-Way Ticket, PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!

Postscript: I'm sure you're thinking, "Where's the scientific indication in all this! I flunked science! OK! But, all of us who have SHAKED, RATTLED AND ROLLED in the sack! Look at one result:

Click here :http://www.fwdder.com/player/video/184431/0

Related references:
http://www.suzy.co.nz/suzysworld/Factpage.asp?FactSheet=195
http://www.extension.org/faq/37255
http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/DN-nh_braininlove_0904liv.ART.State.Edition1.4245a3b.html http://www.neatorama.com/2007/04/30/30-strangest-animal-mating-habits/ 30 Strangest Animal Mating Habits. Posted by Alex in Animal, Neatorama Only, Science & Tech on April 30, 2007 at 3:59 am.

Prayer for Those in the Armed Services

2009-11-11T09:39:00.004-05:00

O God of Mercy, we beg You now to protect in a special way those who are fighting for us and for the country we love. Bless them and take care of them. If they are tired, give them strength. If they are wounded and suffering, give them comfort. If they are lonely, touch them with Your gentle hand and let them know that You are near them.

And God, when they return home, may families, friends and neighbors gather around to support them and help him/her seek avenues of healing from any traumatic stress, and all other illnesses. May the staffers at Veteran's Hospitals around the world be kind, courteous and understanding, O God, give them a burning desire to go out of their way to service these in need! Grant us all strength, wisdom and help through Your power and Your limitless love. Amen.

P.S. God, give us love in our hearts for them so that when we see a serviceman/woman we can be bold enough to say, "Thank You!"

Taken from BeliefNet.Com, and edited

Mr. Postman

2009-11-10T08:51:00.003-05:00

Oh Yeah! Wait a minute Mr. Postman.....
Waaaaa-iiiiiitttt a minute Mr. Postman....
Mr. Postman look and see,
is there a letter in your bag for me
'Cause it's been a mighty long time,
since I heard from that boyfriend of mine....

The Marvelettes sang this in the early 1960's. No matter what song is out there, it tells a story! The story of you and me! I think country music tells more stories than any other genre. But I chose Mr. Postman because this whole email thing is just like waiting by the gate in your front yard to see if you were going to hear from your guy. I'm not sure if guys were waiting to hear from their girls, or guys from guys, etc., well you know....but this era has brought about a lot of angst when you sign onto that email account.

For over a year, I have been writing to a couple of people that I had been out of touch with for too many years that I'd like to mention. And when I send an email, I expect a response. I know that people are bombarded with emails these days, but come on! It's just a courtesy thing! Somebody who knows me could say, "Well you don't exactly return phone calls in a timely manner!" I'd agree, because normally I hate talking on the telephone unless it's an object of my affection. But emails? You read an email from your inbox, and what difficulty is there in clicking, "Reply?" It's actually easier than picking up a phone, cellphone or landline, and making/returning a call!

I guess I just love this whole email phenomenon, and hope it never goes away! I still marvel at how I can reach somebody all around the world like Mauritius. Have you ever heard of Mauritius? Well, Mauritius is outside the bottom tip of Africa! How do I know this? I know this because somebody from Mauritius checked out my blog and it logged onto my visitors map! Kkkkkkeeeeeeewwwwwwweeeeeel!

Back to the objects of my affection! When I send an email to wish a goodnite, to send a you prayer, to ask a question, I don't want to login and not see a reply! It makes my heart sink, and makes my day less sweeter because I didn't hear from them, especially if you haven't talk to that person for a few hours. Emails are the new empty postal box on your sidewalk.

I asked one close friend, "Do you go back and read my emails?" Why do I ask so many damn questions! I'm usually never happy with the responses. He said, "I keep the jokes, etc. and send them to my friends. The "racy" ones, I delete! I felt like my head was crushed under an 18-wheeler! WHAT? you delete my emails! What a dastardly thing to do!!! And "racy?" My emails aren't THAT "racy." I might say a few sweet nothings, but I haven't sent you any braless pictures of me!

This response was, in part, to the fact that one of his offsprings who set up the email for him, and sometimes may have to go in and get something to do him a favor might see it! Well, I don't understand somebody sharing an email password with anyone! I asked him, "would you wear somebody else's underwear?????? He laughed at this! This is no laughing matter! Someone having your password IS like wearing your siblings, mother, father, boss' underwear! You wouldn't just give your bank account password to somebody! So, maybe you shouldn't give over your email password so easily; whether it's a relative or not!

So, my advice to you friends, is not take email seriously, even if it's from a bill collector! Because the postman may not ALWAYS ring (twice.)

Dream Poem

2009-11-09T22:48:00.001-05:00

Once in the dream of a night I stood

Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Excerpt from: Song of a Dream
Sarojini Naidu

YES!!! Pathetic!

2009-11-06T09:28:00.001-05:00

Yes! Pathetic! I have a little gift bag with a big jar of crunchy nut peanut butter and strawberry preserves at work under my desk. I am actually too damned lazy to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at home to take to work. It's just tooooooo much trouble!   Problem is, if I couldn't remember to fix the sandwich, how on earth will I remember to take the bread to fix the sandwich with me. If I didn't get up at the very last minute before getting up was TOO late, I could probably do this! I'm not in the "fix my lunch" mode in the mornings!

I can barely open my eyes! I AM NOT A MORNING PERSONNNNNN! I walk around like the undead, and when I walk into the bathroom I can easily forget why I went in! I probably went in there with no intention at all! I look at the clock upside down so I could tell myself that maybe I got up tooooo early! I look in the mirror and don't know who it is! At my age, I don't want to know! So do you see that making a sandwich in the morning is MONUMENTAL! Bah! Humbug!!

I couldn't even consider making it at night! I hate overnight sandwiches! They make my skin crawl. The bread is damp no matter what you wrap it in. I tried wrapping a sandwich in paper towel, then wax paper, then foil! Forget about it! Damp bread! Toasting the bread doesn't really help either! It just feels like a damp washcloth somebody sat on! When I was a kid, I had to wrap the bread, the meat, and the mayo in a little foil thingy, all separately, and I'd made my sandwich myself at lunch time! By the time I'd have to snatch parts of my ensemble back from thieving fingers, it was time to go out and play! So everything would get eaten separately as I was running out the side door with mayonnaise plastered all over my face from sucking it out of the foil! Pathetic! I know.

The school where I work now is vermin free (or so we think since there's no droppings around), and I feel safe about leaving stuff in my room. You should have seen schools where I worked in the Bronx. Good God in the highest!! I still hate the smell of the teacher's lunchroom -- and that's also why I won't eat there. But even though I don't see droppings in my classroom, I'm GOOD! I guess I can take a loaf of bread and leave it in my classroom closet and use it over the week! The jelly, however, does have to be refrigerated, but I'm gonna take my chances, dude! I hate the teacher's cafeteria.

I won't go in there! There's a microwave that's dirty. People's crap spills all over, coats the four walls and ceiling of the appliance, and they just LEAVE IT THERE!!   And merciful heavens! the Fridge that needs no comment!   There are people talking insanely loud in there too! The loudest one there is eating a freakin' eight-course meal, hahahaha! Another, which happens to be my friend, eats a small piece of cheese, a slight piece of ham, wipes her hands, picks up her purse and runs out of there! One is fat, one is thin. Do the math! hahahah So! No wonder I feel the need to sit at my computer at lunchtime, listening to iTunes, or a friend's sermons, and just kinda veg out!

I used to work in schools where teachers could get really good food, made by, and served by students. Prices relatively good! That was middle school though! No chance getting this in elementary, huh? Now the same school food crap that the kids eat, the lunch ladies want staff to pay $5.00 for it, and its dollar value is only 39 cents. What do they think this is? Starbucks?? So, I'm relegated to my method of making sure I don't starve every day. When the weather gets cold, when I'm most happiest, I put my carnation milk for my coffee outside on the window sill. My girl, Nikki, had quintuplets (figuratively speaking) the day she saw the Carnation can sitting there! She was like, "WTF is that???" I just looked at her! It was a can! It was red and white! It said, "Carnation Evaporated Milk!" Could it be any clearer?? She goes into a state of panic, saying I'm going to get food poisoning, Botulism, etc. Well folks, I'm still here!!! hahahah. Botulism? Do people get that anymore?? Scurvy???    I could say that she really cared about my health, but basically, she goes crazy when she sees things go against "the grain." Which is what I DO best!   hahaha

So! I'm sitting here talking to you, and I just glanced up at the news! It's Time Warner Cable and there's NO SOUND coming out of it!!! I have developed the ability to read Charlie Gibson's lips, so I'm satisfied. Pathetic! Yes, I know!

When you work at a school, where you can't have the smallest microwave, or dorm-sized fridge in your class (even if you share it with ten people), and if you do, it mysteriously disappears (gets thrown out as per principal) over the summer vacation, then it's my school you're working at, and YES! PB&J Everyday?   Quite pathetic!!!

Barry White

2009-11-05T09:03:00.002-05:00

Hey Guys! When was the last time you listened to barry white. I always wanted to know why couldn't all men be like barry white! The deep voice to make you take your bra off! The words to make you take your panties off, and the music to make two lovers rock each other's world! Did you know that, more babies were born during the years of Barry White's greatest hits! I don't know if these were census numbers, probably not! (That was a stupid idea I know!) But, a lot of couples swear that they remember the exact time of conception being a time when there was a Barry White song playing in the bedroom! Well, first-hand accounts are better, aren't they?

When I was in high school, and for those of you who've heard this before, sorry!, but I used to cry in my room every nite listening to Barry white records on an old portable record player! I was crying bc I didn't have a boyfriend. And the one boyfriend I wanted so badly was a few years older than me and didn't know I existed. I could tell each song, each word, each note and intensity of the violins. That's how purposefully I let that music into my mind, heart and soul! There was a certain time after dinner, homework, that I would let that music caress me, and allow me to fall asleep! My mother and aunt thought I was losing my mind! I heard the mention of Bellevue (psych hosp), and the doctor, etc. They just didn't know that I wanted to be in love, and I wanted someone to pay attention to me, and not just look at me, such their teeth and walk away! I wanted someone to hold my hand and kiss me! I wanted to go to dances, and be asked to dance, and not just feel like a "Wall flower!" (Where the hell did they get that term, "Wall flower?") It sucks!

So, one night in the early 90s, on WBLS-FM in New York City, I got home late and after I got into the bed, a reknown, booming vocal chords DJ, Vaughn Harper said he had a special guest on his way to the studio. Well, I fell asleep, and was awaken sometime later by such a familiar voice! OMG, it was Barry White! I almost flipped my wig!! Don't you know I jumped out of the bed, threw my clothes on, drove to the studio which I think was on 3rd avenue at the time! I sat outside. There was a bigger than big black limo in front of where I parked! I got out of my car and walked up to the driver who was standing outside smoking! I asked him if he was waiting for Barry White! He cautiously said, "Yes!" Did he think I was a stalker? hahaha Maybe! (NOT!) This was 2 o'clock in the morning! I said that I really wanted to see Barry White. I was amazed that there were no more nuts out there waiting to see him! I asked the driver if Barry was a nice guy and would mind talking to me just a bit!

See, this idea of having to see my idol, was that during the years I played piano and sang, I really wanted to be the female version of Barry White! Don't you know I missed that, but Alicia Keys has taken over that role! I wanted the white baby grand piano with a gorgeous Richard Gere type sitting behind me with his back arched to mine! Hhhmmmm! That does sound like a good idea! Okay, back to the story! Mr. White came out! Lord have mercy! He was wearing an emerald green satin lounging, what looked like pajama set with his signature black suede loafers! I thought I would D.O.A! The driver, said to Barry, "Mr. White, this young lady has been waiting to see you for a while!" Barry stepped to me and hugged me, and kissed my cheek! Okay, could you faint! I told him that I had spent so many nites alone with his records, and that I felt that the music had its arms around m. I told him that I basically didn't have a boyfriend all thru high school, and that his music was of such comfort to me! He smiled and hugged me again! Barry said, "That's what I wanted my music to do, and I'm glad you were affected by it!" I just wanted to cry right there!!! I told him I was a pianist, and that I wanted to be like him at one point! He asked me if I had any of my music. I actually had a tape in my car that I got out and gave to him. He told me he'd be going to Sicility and that he'd give it a listen when he returned. Barry even gave me his card! I said, "You're really reachable here?????" This was unbelievable!

Okay, this is where Murphy's Law comes in!! The following week, my classroom was broken into and my wallet stolen with Barry White's card in it! WTF!!! Can you believe it? Oh well, you can guess I hadn't written it down anywhere yet! But before this I did call the number, and it was his voice on the recording! So I blew a good opportunity because I couldn't foresee putting the card in a safe place. Years later, I would travel to sing with a group in Sicily, and I was talking to the promoter about Barry White and asked if he'd ever brought Barry over! Come to find out, Barry had sung in the very same club we were performing New Year's Nite! It felt good to stand in the same place Barry stood!

So, girls, we'll never meet a man who possesses the Barry White characteristics that we publicly saw. And guys, we know that if you could, you'd treat us and envelop us the way Barry's music did so many ladies in the 70s, 80s, 90s. And, if you could be so kind, please, voluntarily, put some Barry White music on in the bedroom if you wanna get laid! And we just might consider shucking the bra and the panties.....

Making a House a Home!

2009-11-03T09:54:00.003-05:00

I know that many of you remember the song, A House Is Not A Home! Yes, I love that song, and when Luther Vandross sang it, it made me cry. At the time of Luther's rendition of that song, my house was NOT a home! It was anything but what I envisioned growing up that that would be my home! My batterment was not physical but emotional! I was with a military man who was far removed from the idea of family, love and personal relationships. I think all I was to him was a "baby-carrier." Problem is, I didn't see that about him in the beginning years of our being together. He was not even romantic. I don't even remember a birthday present I got from him, or Valentine's, or anniversaries! Although he wrote me a poem once that I turned into a song, every day of every year was uneventful! Yes, he gave me two sons, but other than that, the conversations at midnite, the embracing, the deep affection, discussions of hopes and dreams was not there! There has to be a hunger and thirst for couples to talk about building their relationship that will ensure stability through the long haul. Without the shored-up structure, built solidly, the relationship can't stand through any kind of weather!

According to Unforgettable Women's Publishing Team (UWPT), "The best foundation for any relationship is a strong emotional bond. If you want to give yourselves the best chance for being together for the long haul, become best friends first. Work on discovering each other's needs, goals, likes and dislikes, and really become involved with each other's innermost secrets. If you want to make any man fall in love, talk with him about anything, but really listen also. Men very seldom feel that they find someone who will really listen and they tend to shut down with their feelings. They will protect themselves from revealing too much, but if you can make him feel secure, you have found a partner for life."

With that being said, my next relationship, (if I'm so blessed to finally get it right!) will possess at least 95% of the ideas that UWPT has delivered. In addition, I want constant talking, hand holding, sleeping with arms encircling each other, a kiss before we leave each other's presence (every time,) not eating on the run, but sitting, praying/sharing good food together, the absolute appreciation and adoration of each other, supporting each other's dreams and deciding on something to build together and following through together. My crazy list of 20-something things I want in a man is folly! Sometimes people fall of your expectations. I have faith that once these elements are in place than a house can truly be a home!

Hi Friends,

2009-11-02T09:20:00.004-05:00

I have been not had inspiration for the last week or so! It's a funny thing about blogging. Somestimes the words are POURING out of me like a well that will never run dry! However, as with everyday life, sometimes you wake up in the morning feeling spectacular, and sometimes you feel like crap. I consider myself a spiritual individual, but even with that, there are downtimes in my life!
My ups and downs, however, are temporary I know, as we were, "never promised a rose garden." But, as Sam Walton noted, "High expectations are the key to everything." But I love roses. And I also believe that roses growing is a natural high expectation of life. You know, that unless some idiot prunes it back too far, it will be damaged. The need in my life is to keep enjoying the job that I was called to (teaching), and guiding kids to their full potential, staying constant in my hobbies; writing, ceramics and my dog. Yes, I said, "need," (singular) but all of these things are one. I will continue to support all the blogs I follow by reading them everyday, and I hope you won't forget that I'm still here, and will, as soon as the Spirit of the Writing God will be benevolent and sprinkle ideas over my existence.
Peace to you and yours....

Anything....

2009-10-23T09:41:00.001-04:00

Pleasure me with tantalizing whispers
I'll do anything! Anything for you!
There's a plan in my head
to love you forever
I'll do anything! Anything for you!
Rain come down! Wind come down!
Tear the roof off my heart!
But just leave one spot,
to fill up the days spent with you,
a place set apart! From the tips
of my fingers to depths of my soul,
I'll do anything! Anything for you!

Twenty-something Things To Look For In A Man

2009-10-22T18:45:00.002-04:00

23. A man who is guided by God. One who has a daily relationship with God. One who includes me in his worship activities.

21. A man who likes to sleep in/love in on Saturdays and holidays. One who will read to me, and like to be read to.

20. A man who is in good shape. I find that inspiration for me in getting myself together. At least if think he looks good, that means my eyesight isn't gone!

20. A man who is generous in all things. (Love time and tenderness)

19. A man whose children have great personalities.

18. A man who likes to go to Home Depot, and knows where things are there!! ;-)

17. A man who sees things that need work in the home and takes care of it with a woman's help, or knows how to get it taken care of!

16. A man who does things of great interest to me. (closes toilet seats, not afraid to let me see him cry, like to try things that he fears (parachuting, etc)

15. A man who can be depended on (to start his engine anyplace, anytime, anywhere!)

14. A man who smiles when he thinks of me.

13. A man who doesn't mind going with me to a yard sale, or antique store even if I'm just looking.

12. A man who likes outdoor cafes, coffee, and coffee cake.

11. A man who has REALLY good taste in clothes, knows where the nearest Men's Wearhouse is, and always looks good when he's out in public.

10. A man who doesn't wear sneakers, except to exercise, or on vacation.

9. A man who LOVES to dance. Yes! DANCE!

8. A man who likes to take showers with his woman, and then paint her toenails.

7. A man who can cook, or wants to learn.

6. A man who writes love letters.

5. A man who can have PB & J by candlelight.

4. A man who holds hands with me no matter where we are.

3. A man who is honest, doesn't cheat, and loves like there's no tomorrow.

2. A man, when kissing you, knocks your socks off!!! ;-); and

1. A man who won't be pissed off by this STUPID list!!!

Draw Me Nearer....

2009-10-21T11:39:00.004-04:00

Yes, I stole a hymn and changed it,
but SO WHAT!

I am yours, my love, I have heard your voice,
And it told your love to me.
And I long to rise in your arms of love
And be closer drawn to you.

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed love,
To a place within your heart.
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed love,
To your precious, loving side.

Dedicate to me your whole, loving heart,
By the pow’r of love divine.
Let my eyes look up to you in that hope,
That your will be lost in mine.

Oh, the pure delight of one single hour,
Give more love than I can stand.
When I lay with you, only you my love,
I will answer your command.

There are depths of love that we will not know
Till we meet with loving arms.
There are heights of joy that we may not reach
Lest I'm bound within your charms.

Original hymn: I Am Thine, O Lord...
Words: Fanny Crosby
Music: W. Howard Doane

What We Do For Beauty Negative-LY!

2009-10-20T20:21:00.001-04:00

YOUNG MOTHER CURSES AT HER DAUGHTER FOR HAVING KINKY HAIR - Watch more Videos at Vodpod.

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...

2009-10-20T19:42:00.009-04:00

A mirror tells the truth about things we perceive or want to believe about our faces, our hair, our bodies. When we look, often the eyes disguise what is actually there. More often, the eyes offer a taste of reality when seeing its own self in that mirror! We can ask the mirror question after question about things that make no sense, "Mirror, mirror on the wall....." Mermaids, in folklore have had hand held mirrors with a comb. Mirrors are a metaphor for vanity. Is it vain for us to see things as though they were? Sometimes what we see in the mirror, if pleasing, is out of desperation. Mermaids spent precious time using their beauty to lure sailors to their deaths. If a woman could admit it, don't they try to use beauty, often aided to lure men to their depths, but deaths mostly? Also a mirror symbolizes a duality - beautiful and danger. Mermaids had a physical duality too - half human/half fish.

Belle, in "Beauty and the Beast," while living in the Beast's castle, is able to look in her mirror to see how her father and sisters were faring. One particular look in that mirror discovers that Belle's father is ill and needs her. She uses love and kindness, and of course, beauty, to entice the Beast to temporarily free her to see her father. Another tale (with many variations) is one where three suitors compete for the hand of a princess. The suitors are told that the one who brings her the most wonderful gift will marry her. One gets a magic mirror (signifying a crystal ball); the second, a flying carpet (signifying a flying animal); the third, a magic healing fruit (orange, pomegranate, lemon--whatever). When the suitors meet, they see in the mirror that the princess is dying. They all travel to her quickly on the same magic carpet, (I wonder how three men shared the same vehicle without killing each other,) and the third prince cures her with the fruit. The princess gets the awesome opportunity (NOT) to decide which suitor to marry. Reality is, how many of us girls have had three "suitors," to marry us?? As a tale would have it, the Princess chooses the third. Of course it could be argued in a lawsuit that without the mirror they would never have known about the Princess' crisis in the first place. How many lawsuits are pending with three suitors applying for justice in search of marriage! Okay, so this is not happening! Can there be a curriculum for fratboys called, "The Pursuit and Care of a Princess, 101." Yeah, Right!!!

OK, enough for, "Fairytales, 101." For many of us growing up in the 50s, 60s, do you remember the abalone, or sterling, mirror, brush and comb sets that lay on the dressers of our mothers, aunts and grandmothers? Didn't we ponder the beauty of it, the soft hairs of the brush, the smooth feel of the abalone, or cold steel-like feeling of the silver? There you sat in the mirror of a tryptic vanity, feeling princess-like, and combing through your own hair. If you were a young white girl, the comb slid right through. However, if you were a little black girl with hair like brillo, you would often leave missing tines from the comb on the floor. I can close my eyes and remember kicking the tines under the dresser, or finding an out-of-the-way garbage can. Who could risk of exposing a moment of splendid bliss before the tryptic mirror to confess to a crime of vanity?

What are your crimes of vanity? What crimes do you commit to make yourself absolutely, ravagingly beautiful for suitors that have never read a fairytale?

Smile, you're beautiful! But there is NO happily, ever after! Sorry!

I Only Want to Dance With You...

2009-10-19T14:57:00.004-04:00

For us, the music's just begun

a tune that sounds like spring has sprung.

A golden melody so clear,

dancing round about our ears.

Hold me close and take my hand

to talk about the things we've planned.

I cherish you, and feel so free,

when you start to dance with me.

The lights down low, closer we get

music may stop, but I won't quit

Loving everything you do,

I'll keep dancing round 'bout you.

When the band goes home, may we,

find such solace, you and me.

With the music in our heads

Let's just dance and go to bed.

Photo above:
Title: The Dancing Couple
Year: 1663
Artist: Jan Steen
Picture taken at: National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C., USA
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Dancing_Couple-1663-Jan_Steen.jpg

Mondays Worker

2009-10-19T13:07:00.005-04:00

Monday's worker, fair with grace,

With a boss up in your face.
Tuesday's worker, trying to hope,

that a boss won't try and grope.
Wednesday's worker, full of smarts,

Wednesday's when the weekend starts!
Thursday's worker getting older,

Come, and cry upon my shoulder.
Friday's worker, happy to say,

This is bliss! It's payday!

Saturday's worker earned her living,

Paying her bills, with no misgivings
The worker working on a Sunday

Looking forward to an off-day!

Prayer for Life's Journey

2009-10-18T08:39:00.002-04:00

O God, Who has commanded that no man should be idle, give me grace to employ all my talents and faculties in the service you appointed to me; that, whatsoever my hand finds to do, I may do it with all my might. Cheerfully may I travel the road which You have marked out, not desiring too earnestly that it should be either more smooth or more wide; but daily seeking my way by Your light, may I trust myself and the issue of my journey, to You the Fountain of Joy, and sing songs of praise as I go along. Then, O Lord, receive me at the gate of life, which You hast opened for me in Christ Jesus.

(This is a great prayer for all of us!)
Peace to you and yours.....

Imagine, me!

2009-10-15T19:19:00.000-04:00

Imagine, me! and there was no you.
No one to help pick out the weeds of life,
or tell my troubles to!
One small speck on this earth I used
to; one time so alone, and now, there's "we."
Imagine, me! in the wee small hours,
alone with you, speaking words,
planning a future, of places we'd go
and sharing the feelings only two lovers know!
Imagine no sun, no shade, no day, no night
that's me without you. I know you can't
promise to love me forever, but can you
imagine you, without me?

Love and the Internet...

2009-10-12T10:18:00.014-04:00

The ramblings of a romantic idiot is me spending way too much time thinking about lost loves. When I evaluate every meaningful relationship I ever had in real time, or in my mind, I keep mulling over the "what-ifs," the "how coulds," the "why was I so stupid to let that person go." Why do we do that? Isn't it enough that you had no sense in the first place to be a decisive individual, to know what you wanted in love, to know the true value of that love, and to snatch that person up, especally if that person was not a potential wife-beater or child-molester, and everybody in his family was insane! But if you had snatched that person up, how do you think things might have gone? Did you visualize the "white picket fence? Did you see smart, healthy children running around, getting along with each other and not trying to bash each other's heads in? Did you see you and your lover saving exactly the amount of money you'd need to send those kids to college? Did you visualize your home being paid for in 30 years? Lovely rosy-cheeked grandkids, anyone?

I'll bet if you sit, stand or crouch, and think over these things, I bet the majority of those who feel compelled to tell the truth, will tell you that everything being said here is part of their daily thought processes. The mulling over the "what-ifs," the "how coulds," the "why was I so stupid to let that person go." I'll bet some of them have spent more nights crying over their loss than the number of combinations of two dice being rolled. I know I can't be the only one out here who cries when they hear a particular song, or dig out a photograph in a high school yearbook, or hear about how well that person is doing! You might just happen upon the person yourself, and you'll exchange niceties, go somewhere and have coffee, or promise to have lunch, then you will go home to a sleepless night! Do you think there's some remote possibility that he will, having seen you, go home to a sleepless night also? Who's to say that someone isn't crying at the very thought of the loss of you!

If you look closely, more and more people are finding lost loves more and more.   Is it out of idle curiosity or loneliness? In looking into this topic for intelligence, I found Researcher, Dr. Nancy Kalish, author of, Lost and Found Lovers, who says: "couples who loved each other years ago, parted, then reunited years later." Dr. Kalish says, "I have been asked repeatedly about [online networking sites]. It appears that marriages are breaking apart because lost loves find each other on [these] sites, cheat on their spouses, and suddenly take off with their rediscovered high school sweethearts. If only we didn't have [social networking courtesy of the internet,] we would have safe marriages!

Why should [MySpace,Facebook, Bebo, Friendster, hi5, Orkut, Perfspot, Yahoo! 360, Zorpa, or Classmates.com] think they're to blame for unrequited lovers fulfilling a lifelong notion that they need to return to former lovers?"   I question this too. What were they thinking when they were creating the sites? I'm sure one of those geeks, sitting around drinking coffee, figuring out how to further become freakin', insanely rich, had some kind of similar drive for the birth of such a site. You know, necessity being, "The Mother of Invention!" The bottom line is, Dr. Kalish asks, "Can an inanimate medium [computers, throwaway cell phones] cause someone to betray their husband, wife, or lover? Do online networks guide your fingers to click until you find your ex-boyfriend or ex- girlfriend, without your knowledge or permission? What blame does technology bear for bringing people back together who shouldn't be back together?"

Because Dr. Kalish is a psychologist, and knows we need to keep our heads on straight, nothing in her article talks about destiny. Is that because there is no such thing, and that the grass is, indeed, NOT greener on the other side, and that one should know a good thing when they've got it? (Unless the person is a wife-beater or child-molester, and everybody in his family IS insane!) While I'm on that, let's give a shout out to the happy, long lasting couples who still have in the family; wife-beaters, child-molesters, with histories of mental illnesses. Admidst all that, they still made it!    Good Lord in Heaven!

Http://www.americancatholic.org/Newsletters identifies cheating is a combination of lying and stealing. When you cheat, you are misleading others in one way or another.   The Bible says, "Thou shall not commit adultery....covet a neighbors wife." OK, so the Pope condones the Mafia, and steals money (the "widow's mite") from innocent parishioners, and never gives anything back to a community, and then to add injury to insult, the churches are close up, and our Muslim brothers have multiple wives all in the name of religion, and their women get stoned when they commit adultery. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone." He (Jesus) didn't condemn the woman or condone what did she, because of anything about himself, but because the men who brought the woman to Him were Hypocrites. This sister definitely COULD NOT have found her lost love on the Internet!

O-U-C-H!!!

OMG! You see? R.A.M.B.L.IN.G.S.!!!

So, if you've been cheated on, think about these questions! (Courtesy of http://www.howtosurvivetheaffair.com/) Even though you will find NO answers.

Why won’t my spouse share the details?
How do I deal with the images in my mind?
Will they cheat again?
How do we restore the trust?
Will it ever be the same again?
How do I keep it from happening again?
Do they still love me?
Should I forgive them?
How do I learn how to live with the history of this?
Why did they do it?

Actually, you're better off not thinking about these questions. You may kill somebody! Now, if you haven't had sex with your spouse or significant other in a year or more, due to that person being an inconsiderate, selfish asshole, or not knowing about the multi-billion dollar dick stiffeners industry, if that's the problem, or being in a wheelchair, God FORBID! then carefully look before leaping, but leap anyway! My father shared a bedroom with my mother, who gave up NOTHING for five years before he "threw in the towel." OK, my father "knocking the boots," is a bit scary, but I do remember him being very happy after leaving my mother! Good sex is never to be underestimated!

So, this is totally NOT Biblical, but in, "Dead Poets Society, Mr. Keating teaches, "Gather ye rosebuds where ye may, and Carpe Diem! Yes! Think outside the box! You may just find happiness via the aforesaid inanimate objects! If not, just go out and get a vibrator!

Barry & Glodean

2009-10-11T14:06:00.000-04:00

This song breaks my heart everytime I hear it! I remember the time and place where this song soothed my heart!

didn't we make it happen baby

Doubt....

2009-10-10T18:36:00.024-04:00

To doubt a lover is like taking off an arm.
The uncertain notion of distrust, so damaging
to your spirit. You spend hours thinking about
each cell phone call, every imagined phone
call or text messages, every cigarette run,
every late night at work, each business trip.

Do you remember when the aforesaid things
never bothered you? When doubt enters in,
you start questioning what you've never, ever
questioned before. Every single word registers
in your brain so you can find each contradition in
his speech. Each contradiction, should you find any,
would strike a blow as if you were stabbed in
the heart by a stranger you love!

You can feel the uncertainty, thick in the air?
Is it around you, above you, beneath you?
Where does the feeling of doubt lay within you?
Your gut? Your hands? Your heart? Your
throat? When it lodges in your gut, you can't
eat. The root of distrust in your hands might
make you think twice about touching him.

Your heart? Well, you know about that! It's the
doubt in your heart that makes you cry when
you're alone. The kind of cry that wells up
from the bottom of your feet! The tears that
no one can dry. But that pain in your throat is
the type that may not allow the words of reality
to ever come out of your mouth. This is called
denial.

There are multiple, possible abrupt ends to doubt!
The possibility of doubt of a lover is synonymous
with lack of faith, conviction; questioning.
Lack of fath, conviction and questioning points
to you as the perpetrator of love's crime.

Know that you wil be distrought.
Your life will not be in the clouds as once before,
and not have the resemblance of anything
that makes sense. And as you go on with whom
you thought was your lover, you will be in
Hitchcockian suspense, waiting for what you
don't want to hear!

The end of whatever it was that you cherished!

Clipart courtesy of:

	Paul Romig-Leavitt Invited
	♫ leavittate@gmail.com and Cartoon courtesy of: Jeroen, kartoen@gmail.com

Prayer for God's Guidance

2009-10-09T14:54:00.001-04:00

God be in my head, and in my understanding,
Lord of your great gifts, let me not be demanding.
God be in mine eyes, and in all of my looking,
Be always in prayer, my knees ever bending.
God be in my mouth, and too, in my speaking,
Let me not to my own be backwards in thinking.
God help me move forward in all that I do;
My prayer for a clean heart, a heart that is true
God be in my heart, mind, soul at day's starting.
God be at my side, when I'm at my departing.
(paraphrased from BeliefNet.com)

I Will Miss the Moon....

2009-10-09T08:37:00.003-04:00

The wind of your passion for me is
like the ocean after a storm,
kissed by beats and drops in
rhythm to a beating heart. Afterwards,
the moon. You've kissed me, and my
life listened to the joy of the music
that builds in me a little more each day.
How magnificent is each minute of
laughter with you, when my cheek has
touched yours, each kiss, each hunger
satisfied. I welcomed you with arms
wide open without expectation.
You whisper and it takes my breath away.
Your tongue became the eternal flame
casting off glowing yellow, red and
orange for us to bask in its glow.

As the night lays in wait for us to
render a new love song, the moon
is alive to shine a light from above.
It smiles on us. How sweet when time
stands still, as we try to take advantage
of every minute of the night; to touch,
to hold, to hunger for. The darkness holds
glory unimagineable! The candle's last
flicker, tells us it's time to go, I lean in
to tell you that I trust you with my heart.
The simplicity of my love for you is really
not simple, but profound! Each tiny
beat of my heart has become yours.

And should I have to let you go,
I won't seek it, but let death come soon,
so I may walk back to that ocean
where the wind first brought your
passion to me. The depths of the water
will be my night, my heavenly home,
and I will miss the moon..

Photo
Saguaro Moon
Credit & Copyright: Stefan Seip (Astro Meeting)

Ode to You

2009-10-08T14:22:00.003-04:00

Whenever I need to, I hear your sweet voice,
your arms around me would be my first choice.
My head on your shoulder, a quiet breath
refusing all this, my heart's silent death.
For passion and pain, all in the same moment,
From ecstasy, writhing, in my head of your scent.
Just hold me, my darling, not letting go,
Let's ride the waves, let night's love flow!

How recent this longing, instantly imbued
by tasting, the touching, nothing subdued.
We found, we desired, so just let it be,
Lay by me closely, there's just you and me.
Love in its dormancy, blossomed in time,
This is the moment that you'll truly find
That I long to long for you, tried and true
Tested by fire, pure through and through.

The day before, and every day after
will be all my joy, my love and my laughter,
to make you long for me, lighting my fire,
The one true heart, filled with desire.
I summon my spirit to keep filling me,
with sweetness like honey, eternally
Know that we need to love as best friends,
There was a beginning, but never an end!

All In My Mind....

2009-10-06T18:04:00.030-04:00

...been thinking about how all
this came about, the moments, the kisses,
the gazes, the sheer adoration of each other.
How did our hands know they wanted to touch?
How did that electric spark make contact
within our hearts? How did our spirits connect?
There was a day long ago when I first saw you,
that I prayed to God that I could be someone
you'd want to love for the rest of your life.
Anybody listening to this story with their
heart would know that that never happened
because of the way things are. I spent a lot
of time commiserating on this fact.
That it is what it is! In all that sorrow,
I still prayed through the years that
I could become a bridge between any
residual pain that you would feel in
your life! I'd find my way back to you,
and I could love that pain away!
No matter how much time would go by!
I wanted to continue the feelings that I
had for you so long ago! I was hoping
that you find some of those feelings for me!
But sometimes I don't think that
it could happen! For in my selfish mind,
I think nothing good ever happens. My despair.
But I know to despair is to turn my back on God,
because He's faithful even when we're not!
Maybe He knew that back then I wasn't
good for you and would make a mess of things.
But I'm better now than I was then.
Still wanting you, I just kept trying to spin
that broken wheel. And after 30 something
years, why am I still in my room crying
over Barry White songs. It's simply he could really put what I really felt into words.
Those words wrapped their arms around me to
help me through my pain.

It's not that I expect anything from you,
and all my energies are not focused on you.
That wouldn't be fair. But I can't deny what
comes out of me creatively when
I think about your loving! Your love for me
would be like bonafide healing medicine to a
dying man! So, if you don't mind,
I'll keep wishing, and hoping, dreaming,
and praying also! For I know that in this life,
I was made for you! I know I was created
to wrap all my love around you, and give
you all the tenderness you may have missed!
I want to take care of you, and be all you need!
If all this is not in my mind, I'd like to ask....
May I?

When You're Anxious...

2009-10-04T21:00:00.002-04:00

Do you ever get anxious when a loved one
is traveling by bus, car, train, plane, boat, whatever? That's an uneasy feeling isn't it! You feel powerless to do anything to control any outcomes that may arise. Most people wish, hope, or pray for safe departures and/or returns!

Let's look at these options.   To wish is a verb focusing on an object. That object would be your loved one. You would want, desire, entertain, bid, or long for a successful journey.

To hope, also a verb, also used with object means to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence. To believe, desire, or trust. To feel that something desired may happen. To place trust, rely on.

To pray, an action, again, used with object! In an act of worship to the God you serve, you offer devout petition (prayer), praise, thanksgiving, knowing in your heart that the outcome will be achieved because of your faith in a God that is Faithful. The petition is in earnest. This act can only be attempted when you have an actual, sincere connection, a spiritual communion with God daily! Then you can bridge that gap that stretches between your friend and God.

Even though the one, the object, may not have the same relationship with your God, He (God) is willing to answer your appeals in prayer for that object of your desire. The object of your desire is already God’s beloved!

Of the verbs, I choose prayer! It makes sense of my spiritual communication with God. It makes me know that He cares about me and the people I love. God will grant you His arms of protection around your loved one(s). All He wants you to do is ask!

Ask, and it shall be given to you, seek, and you will find…...   Luke 11:9

Create Truth

2009-10-04T04:46:00.002-04:00

"You can't handle the truth!!!"

"Everybody is original, if they tell the truth, if they speak from their true self. But it must be from their true self and not from the self they think they should be. So remember these two things; you are talented and you are original." Brenda Ueland.

Writing Prompts

2009-09-30T15:19:00.001-04:00

"What is a habit that most people find unpleasant? Either write a piece that focuses on that habit, or write about a fictional character who has that habit, but write it in such a way that it doesn't seem so unpleasant."

Salem, Massachusetts

2009-09-29T15:40:00.006-04:00

Over the weekend,
I travelled with a friend
to Salem, Mass.
I had never been there,
and for me, it wasn't
so much about witches,
as it was for the architecture,
and the seafaring
town.

Once there,
looking over all the sites to see,
I knew I had to visit the home of
Nathaniel Hawthorne.
Having read, "A Scarlet Letter,"
and, "The House of Seven Gables,"
I felt a need to be in the place where
Hawthorne grew up.

When you walk into the house of his birth,
you are surrounded by that odor of old wood,
old textiles, old hearths and history. The
monitor of the house, seeing my camera around
my neck, said, "NO!" when I inquired about taking
pictures. Well, if you know me, I took pictures anyway,
turning off my flash. I couldn't walk away from
there without having pictures to look at after
making a connection with one of my favorite authors.

The town even knows the need for close-knit
relationships. Except for the mansion-style houses,
the regular townfolk built their houses close together
to ward of the mean winter winds of New England.
Hawthorne's house is waterfront, and the winds
whistling must have been music to his ears.

Hawthorne was a child in that house. After
losing his father, his mother and siblings moved
to live with his mother's people. But I believe that
he may have been inspired with ideas
in that house, so inspiring me. Oh, that I could
write like Hawthorne, who inserted
the "w" in his name so as not to be connection with an
uncle known as, "the hanging judge during the
witch trials, which shows a tender, humanistic
nature.

The whole town of federalist architecture,
wide streets for horse-drawn carriages, took
me back 250 years. I could imagine
wide skirts, petticoats, the dead laying out on tables
in the parlour, cold, cold winters, and the loss of
sailors who had gone out in search of sustenance
for their families.

I will read Hawthorne's precious works again,
and think of the house of his birth, and
wish to be as brilliant!

The True Vine

2009-09-29T15:26:00.001-04:00

In the Christian World, Jesus is the root and offspring of David, the true vine. Lovers can share and be a true vine together!

"How far down do roots go?
It is difficult to determine exactly,
though roots need to be entrenched a
seriously long way to support the tree
standing above ground level.
If the roots become severed or disconnected
the tree will not continue to grow.
Likewise if the roots do not receive
sufficient water after a period of time it will start dying."

The roots of you in me go quite deep.
And during the formation of my pre-adult mind,
your spirit spent quite a lot of time!
I started observing you, noticing the
curves in your ears, the results of your chewed
fingernails, the swift way in which you walked,
and the distinct tone of your voice,
the curls of your hair.

In all that time, I was wishing,
hoping, dreaming and thinking,
yet I never opened my mouth to tell you,
straight up, that I wanted to be yours. How
would you have known? Perhaps my speaking
would have been out of turn, but you don't realize how much
I've not regretting speaking those words to you!
In my imagination, the power to create in one's mind,
I dreamed that you knew that I adored you!
and in my own destruction, I failed to say so!
It's not only the power in you to create out
of your imagination, it's also the power
to let that which you created flow out of you
like rain.

Your smile was cordial always, but if I could have just
kissed you, you would have felt an immense
volcano waiting for only you to release.
You were my daydream, my fantasy when awake.
The summer that I would lose you to higher learning,
I commiserated, ruminated, cried to music that
made me think of you, and searched for answers of
why didn't you know how I feel!

And each time I have talked to you since,
I've wondered why you never knew how I felt!
How could you have known! The answer is
only that I never spoke the words.

Now, you're here, and I'm still thinking
it's a dream. I'll wake up, and you won't
be there! The vine, any plant with long,
slender stems that trails or creep on the ground,
creep underground, or climb by winding
itself, holding fast with tender tendrils,
is you. You are the gardener, forever.

(excerpts from http://biblestudies.suite101.com/
article.cfm/roots_branches_and_trees_in_the_bible)

Fifty-Somthings......

2009-09-29T01:00:00.000-04:00

Lost in the world,
by the pain of
loss of love
that we thought
knew no bounds,
we find ourselves
together.

Truth?

2009-09-29T00:16:00.004-04:00

Why do I lie?
Do I lie because I don't
want the truth to flow from my mouth,
or my mind?
Is there a certain desire to bind up a
heart and be in total control of whatever
the abundance there is?
It is said that out of the abundance of the
heart, the mouth speaks!
You see, I know that only I know
what's really in my heart, and God!
I have bound it tightly,
but He works on its unwrapping.
But the heart is free when unbound by lies.
Whatever is in my heart, good or evil,
is bound, at some other place or time,
to come forward! Truth refuses to
be incarcerated!
Can the overwhelming whirlwind
in me take over and win at making my
heart be untruthful, further
exacerbating a non-truth?
It is possible that I don't know
the truth at all? Do I yield
to a lie because I don't want
the one I'm lying to to be cross
with me? Or do I not want to be
cross with my own self!
Oh, what a useless argument!
Could I change this person's
anger once I am found out? Do
I think I deserve to take back all
hurt I've caused after being found out?

Do I really think I can avoid being
found out at all, especially since
the one I always lie to
is my selfish self?

Friends.....

2009-09-27T11:43:00.002-04:00

It's amazing how friends can multiply!
One good friend, will attract two new
friends, then multiply times two, plus one!
Over the weekend, I had the pleasure
of meeting friends of a friend that for years
I've heard many interesting, hilarious and heart-felt
stories about!

My friend and I traveled north six hours
amidst stupid, unconcerned, texting, cell-
phoning oblivious drivers. So much tension is
found on highways! The need to get off an exit, any exit
to find a potty, or a pot (cup) of coffee sends you
reeling when that potty and coffee is 20 miles off
the beaten path. And even when that babbling GPS
system keeps pushing your destination further ahead,
the solace comes when you finally reach those friends.

Karen, Kevin, Melissa, Donny and sweet little
Lauren made the trip so worthwhile. They welcomed
me with open arms, and they were everything I
expected them to be! I hope I was what they
expected me to be! They were patient and kind,
incredibly funny, and I hope that this line of
friend never ends.

It's amazing how friends can multiply.
One friend will attract two friends, then
multiply times two, plus one!

2009-09-25T13:41:00.000-04:00

Yesterday

I know, I shouldn't walk out this way
Sorry, but my feelings have changed
I would only hurt you more if I stayed
So I can't go on pretending that I
Feel like I did yesterday...So

I can't stay
And keep living this lie
I finally found the strength to say goodbye
I'm on my way
Nothing can change my mind
I'm leaving behind what we had...Yesterday

Know this
It's not about somebody else
It's not you
I just neeced some time by myself
Though it hurts me to see you go through this pain
Still I can't go on believing that I
Feel like I did yesterday...So

Throughout this time
I've realized
Been holding this in far too long
Now I have to be strong...Can't turn back
I've been there for you and now I must do
What I should have... Yesterday. . .

by Shanice Wilson

Posted by sublimelemondrops at 1:07 PM

...think of you

2009-09-25T09:32:00.002-04:00

When I think of you
I think of puppies running in a field,
the sheer frivolity of it;
sunflowers in morning prayer.
I think of you because
where you are,
there I want to be.

When I think of you
I think of falling leaves
making way for winter, and you
shielding me from the breeze.
I think of you because
where you are,
there I want to be.

When I think of you,
a word will not suffice.
The words come running out of me
flowing like a storm-tossed sea.
I think of you because you're a
character, so rare,
and where you are,
I so-o-o want to be!

Anecdote

2009-09-25T08:40:00.000-04:00

So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.

---Dorothy Parker

today's thought.....

2009-09-24T17:16:00.000-04:00

The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability; he is not distressed by the fact that men do not recognize the ability that he has.

-Confucius

by Lou...

2009-09-24T14:54:00.001-04:00

Until tonight...

Hello, moon.
Chalky captive in bloody sky.
Hopes of shepherds delight dashed
as the sky weeps,
and rain heals her wounds
overnight.
She fades to grey.

Tell me moon.
What did you do?
When daylight recedes beyond your
nacreous gleam,
her shameful retreat brings
night to menace.
Confess your sins;
you have time.

You can't see me moon,
from your crescent perch.
Your light can't reach our faults
hidden within the shadows.
But I see yours.
Luminous imperfections
across your face.
I wonder if you know.

I'm sorry, moon.
Lonely sole deserted in an
ordinary sky.
Where stars burn universal,
a galaxy determined
to surpass your shine.
You only have yourself to blame.

Goodbye moon.
The sun may scold you;
chase away the darkness
but she too brings new shadows to hide.
You recoil into the blue,
fade beyond the clouds.
But I know you're there...

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies

2009-09-23T23:13:00.001-04:00

One of my fellow bloggers wrote, "Sigmund Freud thought childhood was a time frought with oedipal complexities; lots of penis envy and castration anxiety." This coming from a man who believed cocaine wasn't addictive. Hmm... Childhood should not have been that complex. Sure it's a difficult period, but chock full of a variety of challenges. This blogger asked, "But does anyone else remember it being fun?"

For me it was fun as well as very painful, having come into a household, after being farmed out by a mother who had had twelve children (maybe thirteen), to a woman in her late 40s and her husband, a minister. Most of the people around me were very old! So when I was ten years old, they started dying off! None of them ever ran with me, played ball with me, taught me to ride a bike! They took me to church, gave me gorgeous, porcelain dolls, and I learned early to be sedentary and old like them. I learned to sew, spent a lot of time drawing, and listening to music, and skipped being a child.

It's the only time in your life when naivety and ignorance should be accepted. Because they were such adults, at middle age, their tolerance of a silly girl was less than another couple in their 20s would have had. In agreement, yet disagreement with the original author of this blog, there was something so uncomfortable for me about being a child. Everything in the world, even the most mundane, was looked on is mundane. Curiosity should have ran rampant through my blood. Climbing a hill would have felt like climbing a mountain. if I hadn't been afraid of falling down. (A clear indicator of success in childhood. Cuts, scrapes, broken bones, clear badges of honor for a job well done!) I did play in the mud with true dedication, ignoring worms wiggling, which fostered my love for making pottery to this very day. In the mud was the most amazing find ever. Solace.

That fresh, excited feeling didn't really come over me until I was an adult? Why did growing up suddenly make us feel alive? In Western cultures, coming of age is advertised as the best time of life. However, the experiences of having fun and falling, were connections to the coming of age. The invitation of sex, gambling, smoking, driving, voting, marriage was like dangling a carrot above a horse. My sister blogger said, "they seem pretty novel at first but soon that novelty wears off and we're left longing for the innocence and freedom of childhood." Four decades later, I'm still longing for the innocence and the freedom of childhood. Oh, what I know I missed!

I know I can't go back. Only in the movies is the whole time-travel thing a conundrum. We're told, if we must change our adult perceptions, only when necessary should we act our shoe size?

So now, as an elementary school teacher, I go outside and splash in sprinkler, dance in the garden, and turn double-dutch for the girls. If for nothing else, teaching has made me feel the fear and do it anyway. the model of that were the six and seven year olds that I see every day.

They smile, wide, and I return the favor.

when I'm with you...

2009-09-22T12:58:00.001-04:00

• “I love you, not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you.”
- Roy Croft

Today...

2009-09-22T08:39:00.000-04:00

Know that I am in your corner,
Know that I value you most!
Know that I pray only good for you,
and that in my heart, I keep you close!

Prolonged Periods.....

2009-09-21T14:55:00.002-04:00

Being with you for prolonged periods of time, is
like eating marzipan. You know it's too sweet,
and the damage that it will do, but you don't care!
Prolonged periods with you is like viewing the
glory of a sunset leaving you breathless,
the many facets of you, like looking in a kaleidoscope,
with colors you've never thought existed.

Now you're gone, and I can only hold quality
time leading to the scents of you, the holding of hands,
the kissing of impatient lips, bodies intertwined in my head.
With my hands in prayer posture, in entreaty
with my Higher Power for your quick return!

2009-09-18T10:07:00.000-04:00

Rosh Hashanah Prayer

God is the incomparable King of the Universe. The destiny of humanity is to come to this realization. Whereas human kings rule in accordance with the principle of :"might makes right," God is the Holy King, Who is, at the same time, beyond comparison in His power, "Vas er vil, Tut er" - "Whatever He wills, He can do," yet He is also the Father of the orphan and the Judge of the widow, Who is always on the side of the powerless.

He is the Incorruptible and Righteous Judge of the World, Who favors no one, and cannot be bribed.

He is the true God and His word, the Torah, is true and eternal.

Thanks for the Truth!

2009-09-18T09:26:00.000-04:00

This is an old standard, not old by any
means, though! All the wishes for a lover from a lover
are so still relevant! It has been sung by every
recognizable voice in the music world.
My favorite version is by Barry White,
who of course, changed some of the lyrics.
Enjoy!
(For any musicians out there, add this to
your repertoire!!! )

"Good Night My Love (Pleasant Dreams)"

The Maestro's Intro: You knew there had to be a long,
sexy intro!!! Sho' you right!!

I was thinkin about ya, and I had to call
People sometimes disagree, feelings get hurt.
I want you to know I really didn't mean
to hurt your feelings, to make you sad and
I'm glad we got it all straightened.
That's why I'm calling, I want you
to know how much I really appreciate
and how much I really love you. No matter
wat happens in this world,
I will always be there for you.
Always! Because I know I never
feel this way with no one else.
That I've to do everything in my
power to make sure that you understand
that I really, really love you.
So.......

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

Before you go
There's just one "thang" I really need to know
Is your love, girl, still warm for me
Or has it grown cold?

If you should awake in the still of the night
Please have no fear
For I'll be, you know I care
Please give your love to me, dear, only.

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

If you should awake in the still of the night
Please have no fear
For I'll be, you know I care
Please give your love to me, dear, only.

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and stay right, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

Good Morning, Darling!

2009-09-18T08:47:00.002-04:00

Today's the start of something new,
of everything I want for you.
Smiles and laughter, Kisses sweet
Let me knock you off your feet.
With way more love than you have had
to help you forget all the bad.
My healing love and hands commit
to give hope and all you'll permit.

2009-09-17T22:41:00.000-04:00

Lover.

let's go
to the moment
where we connect

barriers fade
with the elapse of time
you are all that matters

my lover's kiss
that awakens me
arouse this intensity within

im drawn to you

my body responds
to the notion of your love
the idea of your touch

sing my song that you know by heart
stay right here
seize my craving
devour my time

Posted by missmyles at 6:23 AM

If It Were Left Up to Me..

2009-09-17T14:56:00.000-04:00

If it were left up to me, I'd fly to the skies
send you seasons of love, and endless sunrise
Your bed would be soft with no sleepless nights
There'd always be peace
And all things alright.

I'd shape just for you a garden aglow
With each beautiful flower of scents that I know
There be roses and cornflowers,
marigolds too. Mignonette, Sweet William and
Larkspur so blue.

I'd be close to you as winter to snow
You'd always just know that I love you so.
With each day that appears more have past
than will end
And I live in knowing
We'll always be friends.

Patrick Swayze....

2009-09-17T14:25:00.001-04:00

My God, I remember the day that my co-workers and I read about Patrick in the newspaper. We all broke down and cried! We work in elementary school, and that morning in the cafeteria was a wake-up that bad things happen to good people! I lost my long-time friend and veterinarian Dr. Vibbert Parris a few years ago, and I'm still not over it! Mr. Swayze's family and friends will never forget him. I believe that God now looks over him and comforts him in his mighty arms. This broke my heart because I "LOVE" a man that can dance! What an awful disease. This made me realize just how blessed we are when we're well; and God forbid, if we're not, then we need to make the best of the time God gives us just like Patrick!!! Let's say a prayer for his family!
Thanks so much.

To-Do List...

2009-09-17T14:11:00.000-04:00

To love you deeply
Accept you wholly.
To kiss you slowly
To love you only.

To fill your passion
with cloudless skies
to make each day
a big surprise.

To vanish doubts
Obliterate fears,
to give you happiness
through all your tears.

To start each sentence
with kindly words.
To generate laughter
you've never heard.

To sink my love deep
in your heart.
This is the day
This "Do-List" starts.

Expectant....

2009-09-17T09:50:00.001-04:00

We walk with, eat with, talk with lovers and when we start, we usually, have expectations. We want, we need, we desire sometimes more than a person has or is willing to give. Are we wrong for expecting from our lover? Should the other person try with all their resolve to attend to our multiple needs and quests for fulfillment. If we find that lover unwilling to fulfill our wants, needs and desires, why do we get angry? It's because we are expectant. And where does that come from? Why do we storm out, spend hours arguing and days not speaking to each other, and the ultimate, refusing to make love. Why is sex always the bargaining chip?

When we met that lover, we didn't ask for their financial statement. And in good taste at the time, we didn't ask how much money they made on the job. We fell in, head first and quickly going about the business of developing an unrequited love with all the fervor, lust and intensity that we can provide. This is where the expectations began. We wanted our lover to accept every phone call, to call us as much or more as we did them, return every email, to offer as enduring-devoted words as you spoke. We expected flowers, cards, 24-7 romantic escapades, non-stoppable virility, charm and understanding.

Think? Did you expect these too? Am I the only one? Did you think you could change him/her for the better, or what you perceived as better? I thought, "I could do wonders with him! He'll come around to my way of thinking. We'll be Okay!" Why didn't I remember that my words and thoughts usually made no sense when it came to love? I am and would always be a romantic idiot! And, guess what? NONE of these tasks I intended surfaced. I think I've been angry about that ever since.

There was the "peck" on the cheeck, "peck" on the lips, a "peck" in bed. A fucking "PECK." What I wanted from that lover was unrequited love with all the fervor, lust and intensity! Only thing wrong with that was, I didn't notice that that didn't even happen in the beginning. I remember one really decent kiss. Maybe I was drunk with expectation! But I never got another like that in 20 years. After about the first few months, my idea of romance from morning to noon to moonlight, was just in my head. I wanted spontaneity with the element of surprise.

At this point, my twilight, I still want kisses tender and rough, sex sweet and rough. This is what I expect. You see I'm still expecting? And it's not necessarily what I'm gonna GET!!!

Worth the Wait

2009-09-17T09:22:00.000-04:00

Darling, no one can question faith.
It's faith that made me know that I'd
eventually be in your arms.
I knew we'd be standing face to face looking at
how we've both changed over the years,
and loving each others' lines and creases.
If things don't turn out the way we want,
it won't be because I don't want you!
I've only wanted you forever!

Love's Water...

2009-09-17T09:14:00.001-04:00

My girl, Nikki, told me this morning
that she and Irene have a new nickname for me.
It's LuvStruk. "L.S." for my name.
Get it? hahaha I just love it!
I know I'm a romantic idiot! I am love-starved .
It's like the man in the desert without any water!
And when he gets it, it's a welcome relief!

He has been my water,
and I drink furiously, thirstily,
not wanting to miss a drop!
The water has a distinct sweetness and mellowness.
Once it is drunk, the taste stays in my mouth for days!
And when we're apart,
I just think about the drinking of the sweet,
refreshing water of love!

Wonder what he thinks of my "water?"

Like In the Movies....

2009-09-15T08:46:00.000-04:00

Am I the only one who, when seeing actors on screen, will say, "Why can't I get kissed like men kiss women in the movies?" I've been saying that for years, and the question had gone unanswered unanswered for a long time.

My family doctor said, "NOTHING! (in that tone,) is ever like in the movies. Nobody kisses, makes love, find gorgeous men/women to live happily ever after, like they portray on the silver screen!" He said, "I should know!"

But why can't I believe that? I started to think there was something to what EVERYBODY was saying couldn't happen. Going back to my doctor, the Romanian/Transylvanian stallion, he said, "Do you ever see men in the movies taking Viagra!" Now I'm thinking, "Oh yeah, I mean, NO!" I ain't seeing any women pulling twisting, coaxing, having a conversation with a "pissed-off (because it's limp) dick! In the movies, dicks are always hard! All breasts, firms w/ pert, suckable nipples. There's no flab, flat tires, cellulite-ridden thighs, or God help us, varicose veins.

Does that mean those people aren't real? No! It just means that they're smart enough to know that to make the big bucks, you gotta keep your shit tight, and the people in power know that ain't NOBODY, NOWHERE, gonna pay money to see some fat-ass bellies, butts, thighs or varicose veins. Movies are to take, transcend you away from the humdrum, especially if you're married to the most humdrum of the humdrum!

Okay, back to me! I've recently been kissed by a man I've known ALL my life! He is as charming, gorgeous, sensual, virile as he was years ago, and I love the heaven out of him! He makes me feel, "mighty real." He obviously has been studying silver screen kissing techniques. and Lawd, have mercy, he's got it right!!

Company

2009-09-14T08:37:00.000-04:00

Where are you going, where have you been?
My dear, close, and quiet friend,
As we sit in the soft springtime Saturday's end
Taking comfort in each other once again.

Tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine;
And so we will pass a few hours time
With the quaint and the comic and even sublime -
Silently searching for that elusive sign.

We'll fashion the future and polish the past,
Allowing the memories to amass;
While the grains of sand slip through the glass
'Til a tranquil lull pervades at last.

Conversation fades with the eve's golden light,
We cannot go on, try though we might;
So you gather me an embrace so tight,
And we wistfully, longingly say goodnight.

by Tina K.
http://www.netpoets.com/poems/lovers/0289010.htm

2009-09-13T18:13:00.001-04:00

Darling, I can tell you from sunrise to sunset,
day to day, and hours equal to a year
just what you are to me,
how I feel about us, and how I
can't see how my life moved without you!
I can blog about you with blinded eyes at a laptop
glaring in the darkness.

I could tell you about the first time I saw you again,
and how I needed to quickly be in your
arms in an intimate way because of so much
time we've missed, and because
I was absolutely going to burst.

But, I haven't heard any requests from you.
Make demands, I want them! I need them!
You haven't identified anything that I can do for you!
Why? The shield won't let you let it down?
In bed, your words are minimal, but your actions
speak volumes.
You say you don't say much, but so very
much I want you to!

Tell me, tell me, tell me! Please!

2009-09-13T15:48:00.001-04:00

What was I thinking when I let you come on in,
to share what was supposedly another's.
Another's who let the seed lay dormant,
Another's who had been and would be in the past.
What was I thinking when I opened my mouth
to take in your kiss...
opened my mouth to speak words of love, and
let sounds of lust into the air.
What did it take for me to make a decision
about any of this?
There was no thought of yesterday, or
tomorrow. The only time I considered was
every minute I could spend with you.
All I wanted to do was feel, with all
the intensity my fingers could find;
to taste every bit of you, like sweet fruit
to see the stars upon each burst of pleasure we share,
to hear you say, "Talk to me, baby," in bed,
to smell your different scents, at different
times of the day,
What I was thinking that I need you!

When Words Hurt or Heal...

2009-09-11T20:38:00.001-04:00

Gentle, strong, grating, degrading,
satisfying, sinful, insulting.
All words point to meanings that
are only truly known to the
voice that speaks it.
Often the hearer misunderstands.
Words. Sugar-coated, brazen,
bare, cruel. To break, divide,
consolate, conquer.

Which words to you use daily,
minute-by-minute.
Have you thought about it?
Do you care if your words hurt?
Do you care that there's no word
that can be retrieved, forgotten.
Nor are there words that can
be said to the one who
has been the brunt of your words,
and now grieves.

Take time today to stand on the
other side of your words,
and feel the roughness,
an abrasiveness that even you,
won't be able to stand.

When your words are far from harmful,
I'll thank you for that!
For kind words mean the world to me.
From the very first word you spoke to
me to the last word I'll ever hear.

Let your words heal me only,
for I don't think I can bare anything else!

The Rain..

2009-09-11T20:33:00.001-04:00

In between drops of rain, I anticipated the same sensations that a sidewalk feels upon being kissed by angels' tears.

I walk umbrellaless to be cleansed and kissed. Drops trickle down my cleavage in a way that is unspeakable, so-oo-ooo sensitively. This rain doesn't know whether to tease or pour down. Just like our lovemaking. At times I just want to slide slowly, in rhythm, and then in 5/4 time, making love to you like jazz.

Oh! what the rain can make you think of!

Lilacs

2009-09-11T08:17:00.003-04:00

The words of a poem, "Lilacs" floods my senses.
Your face in every line. One talks about lilacs gentle
like you, with roots grounded firmly while I view.
The loveliness of its colors rise with beauty
like your smile.

Lilacs, the product of the earth,
Pure essence, human; conversational, leaning,
standing, friendly, bathing in moonlight.
Purple, blue and white. Colors of your
character.

The smell of spring, and lilacs tease, with
May, showing off their beauty the most.

And in the summer, I remember lilacs
like I remember you!

(Photo: courtesy of Bess Hodge)

2009-09-09T21:46:00.001-04:00

Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Playful cajoling for kisses is this poem’s aim. Various meetings and mingling of natural elements are reviewed: rivers and oceans; winds and heavens; waves and waves. This imagery prepares the recipient for the pertinent question:

And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea,
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

At Last by Elizabeth Akers Allen
Sometimes love comes later in life. This poem laments the lost years of youth, but expresses gratefulness for having found love at last.

At last when all the summer shine
That warmed life’s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close – at last – at last!

Song of Songs, by King Solomon

People who have never read the Bible may be surprised at the sensual imagery and descriptions of married love in this poetic Old Testament book. The lovers describe their love with beautiful words, but this excerpt from the New Revised Standard Version describes love itself:

Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it;
If one offered for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly scorned.

2009-09-09T21:44:00.000-04:00

La Vita Nuova by Dante Alighieri

This excerpt from a 700-year-old poem describes the experience of rebirth when you first meet the one you truly love.

In that book which is
My memory…
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words…
Here begins a new life.

...is like to that above!

2009-09-09T16:43:00.001-04:00

A kindred spirit is One
with whom you feel a special,
spiritual bond to.
The relationship is based on more
than friendship or shared history.
Individuals who share a kindred spirit
with each other may
say that they know
what the other person is thinking without
the other person saying a word,
or be telephoning the other
at the same time!
(Can we work on that?) ;-)
It's a relationship based on an
intensely spiritual and
emotional connection.
One of the spirits may realize
the "kindred" nature
before the other, but because
of the intense love of the one,
the other develops timely!
Doesn't this amazingly sound like...
a soulmate?
Blest be the tie....

Kissing...

2009-09-08T19:36:00.001-04:00

A real kiss, an honest kiss, delivers more than the touch of lips. A kiss opens the heart and soul to another.

Haters...

2009-09-08T19:11:00.000-04:00

Forget the Haters!

Your trophy is
your testimony of what
God has done, and is doing
in your life!

Leave Me Better.....

2009-09-08T18:53:00.000-04:00

Take me, make me yours,
but all I ask is
leave me better than you found me.

Hold me, enfolding me in your
life without reservation, seeing our
lives through each other's.

Feel no threat of being taken
advantage of.
For our love can stand like an oak,
free as a soft wind,
pure as a child's breath,
with the surety that there is a tomorrow
(whether we see it or not!)

Should you not be able to
leave me as you found me,
at the very least,
close the door only after
you've told me why.

A Proper Goodnight!

2009-09-08T18:21:00.000-04:00

The night cannot find the
morning until I've heard
that voice which quickened
me from the very start.

Your voice!

Until I resolve to stop
thinking about you, us, for
just a little while, there can be
no rest!

Until I allow my dreams to begin
the light cannot find the
morning, and the
sun cannot rise.

Sleep drifts over me like
silver-lined cumulus.
The memories of the day linger,
resting in my heart, your home!

Goodnight, darling!

....Drool

2009-09-07T19:14:00.000-04:00

As usual, every bite of
food that goes into my mouth,
is a bite that is desired
by my dog!
I sit, just having bitten
into a chubby knot of garlic,
and an intensely thick,
silvery, strand of saliva
drifts down my instep!

Quiz: Are You Aging Gracefully? - Beliefnet.com

2009-09-07T12:57:00.000-04:00

These are the results of my quiz!

Are You Aging Gracefully?

Working on It

You aren't completely in denial, but you could use some guidance on looking ahead with optimism, hope, and acceptance.

Did we get you right? Scroll down to see the other categories or click here to take the quiz again!

Graceful Age

You are doing a wonderful job of aging with grace, balance, and hope. You are connected in a healthy way to friends and family, see your life as having good stuff both behind and ahead of you, and aren't fighting the natural progress of life into this next, beautiful stage. Keep walking forward, and keep up your inspired outlook.
Reaching for Grace

You know what aging gracefully would look like, but sometimes you have to stop, take a breath, and remind yourself that there's reason to look forward to the years ahead.
Kicking and Screaming

Simply put, you do not want to get older. Fighting that inevitable process, though, is an emotionally and physically draining proposition, and you could use some perking up.

http://www.beliefnet.com/Health/2008/09/8-Steps-for-Aging-Gracefully.aspx?source=NEWSLETTER&nlsource=45&ppc=&utm_campaign=SWL&utm_source=NL&utm_medium=newsletter

Reason to Praise...

2009-09-06T22:00:00.000-04:00

A raindrop fell hard on me
Rained so heavy, I could not see
That's how it's been in my life
Filled with pain, anger and strife

But Ahead of me is a light I know that shines
and Ahead of me is undying love sweetly sublime

Give me a reason
Give me a reason to praise
Give me a reason
Give me a reason to praise
You know that the lord is good, with mercy to last...
Give me a reason, a reason to praise.

I'm gonna shed this empty shell
Make a temple where He can dwell
That's where my worship can begin
Only He this heart can mend

Ahead of me is a brilliant light that shines
Ahead of me is a love so real, sweetly sublime

Give me a reason
Give me a reason to praise
Give me a reason
Give me a reason to praise
You know that the lord is good, with mercy to last...
Give me a reason, a reason to praise.
9/6

2009-09-06T00:02:00.001-04:00

When I was 14,
I had a lush dream,
That one day I'd find
And marry a King.

We'd sit side by side,
Up there on our throne,
With princes and princesses
We'd be never alone.

I can honestly say,
My dream partly came true
My dreams have now brought me
back home to you

As my dreams did foretell
we're always "first" friends
My hand in yours, is where
it begins.

[parts from Paul Jackson)

Companionship

2009-09-05T23:05:00.001-04:00

Noun

companionship - the state of being with someone; "he missed their company"; "he enjoyed the society of his friends"

How many companions have you have in life? One, two, 15, 40, none? Does it matter how many you've had. Are you guilty if you've had more than one? Are you hurt if you had on? Do you blame anyone? Do you want to blame someone, something, yourself?

Why do you need to blame? Could the lack of a companion be due to your own actions, non-actions? Is it possible you've wanted to reach out to that person but didn't, couldn't? Do the reasons have to be your fault at all?

After making the decision to go for it, is the person you reached out to the one who fucked you over? Blame them. Forgive them. Get over it!

Face it! Everyone needs companionship. That's been evident since, "The Garden..." Whether it happened once or more, or not at all, keep the door open! Even if you've been hurt before. The real, right love will come your way.

Deep breathe, and "Just Do It."

A Love Song

2009-09-05T22:51:00.000-04:00

Who writes a love song?
Someone happy, ecstatic, overjoyed?
Out of his mind in love?
I believe that a love song is written
by one scorned, burned, scorched
beyond recognition in love.

Love songs are written
after the fact.
After the thrill was gone,
Written in light of all gone wrong.
There's a love song in each life
waiting to be written, needing
to be shared.

Heaven bears witness to love songs.
Angels guard, but cannot spare us
from the pain of love.
Heaven waits to reveal
the true reasons why we enduresuch pain.

The answer to prayer is a love song!
9/5/09

Should There Be An, "After You!"

2009-09-05T22:48:00.000-04:00

After You

Should there be an after you, I will be prepared with the good thoughts of you, no matter how we parted. The good of you will let me forget, and my love for you will be remembered.

Should there be an afer you, I'm bottling and storing up your "knock-your-socks-off" kisses, and the touch you carefully placed on each part of my body!

I will keep in my memory every time we sat in a cafe, alone at the shore, in bed on a rainy nite! I will keep my dreams deferred alive, even to death!

I will remember each time I dropped you off at the airport where we said, "Goobye." When there was always the hope that you would return, and you did! The promise was that kiss!

I'll remember how you supported our late nite talks. I will remember each word and smile even though there was weariness in your voice. You unselfishly let me share all that I thought! You listened.

Should there be an after you, my whole life will be consumed by the spirit of that love, and may I never be satisfied with another's touch.

My only hope is that when it's all said and done, that you will be able to do all this, should there ever be an, "after me!"
9/5

Untitled.....

2009-09-05T22:45:00.000-04:00

Some decisions are made! Some reneged on. Humans given so many decisions to make. What is the path? How do you know it's the right choice? Wrong one? Do you go blindly? When do you know which road is paced with those good intentions. Have I followed the right road? Even though I may have done all I could have done, I feel life has passed me by. Giving birth to two amazing human spirits. I believe they were there to keep me grounded! to keep me from looking for love in all the wrong places? Of the possibility of dying too soon! When destiny passed me by did we recognize each other. If I didn't recognize it, do I get another chance? Do I have a right to find it again? Is destiny a person, a profession, money, 15 minutes of fame? I felt I've lived a very ordinary life with a very ordinary man. No goals, no thoughts on how to make lives better together! The other half, me, has not been lifted up! Two people on the same team, should be lifting up the other! So once there was no evidence of the intention of being lifted up, I turned myself outside in!
9/2

How does my birthsign rate?

2009-09-05T14:04:00.001-04:00

Angels. Did you know they care about love??

2009-09-04T16:13:00.000-04:00

You're my angel! I'm not sure which one yet:

Archangel Michael's name means "He who is like God." His limitless power emanates strength, faith, and courage. His energy aura is a royal blue, so you may find yourself drawn to these colors more when he is around you.

Michael is the essence of love, power, strength, and faith, and if you ask him he will enhance these same qualities in you.

Raphael gives you guidance through intuition, ideas, or dreams. The way he works is by slipping thoughts into your mind when you are least expecting them. If you have ever had a brilliant idea and wondered why you hadn't thought of it before, or if you have woken up one morning and suddenly everything made sense, then you have been visited by Raphael.

Gabriel is a feminine energy, which makes sense as some people would say that women communicate better than men. Her name means "Messenger of God," so she is often depicted with a trumpet, signifying her role as an important messenger. If all the angels are messengers, then she is the postmistress. Her energy works through a pure white color, so you may have an affinity with this color when she is helping you.

I think I have an angel........

So many times....

2009-09-04T08:05:00.000-04:00

So many times a day
I could easily pick up
the phone and be
transcended by your voice
and the possibility of your
love for me!
My hand could reach
thousands of miles to touch yours.

So many times a day
I can feel your fingers at the
nape of my neck, where
a kiss is then left!
Where the idea of love
can begin
..... many times.

I can visualize your
silhouette in the darkened room
where we lay together,
after love is made.
I can smell your scent,
calling my name,
The sweat on my brow.
I can close my eyes and
feel it all!

So many times a day
I wonder was this a dream!