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Archive – October 20082 commentsStorytime…For the kid in us all.
Posted Oct-07-08 14:40:52 PDT Updated Oct-07-08 17:57:26 PDT

…As she sat at the fire, the smell of smoke and fir refreshed her tired, tired soul. It had been a long day. They’d tried to make up the time they’d lost the morning before. The lines on the topo map has been on top of each other but even that didn’t prepare them for the terain they’d covered today. Downed trees, boulders, washes that could swallow a man whole. Cuts in the earth that came from water erosion. All the time there was danger of the rattlers that could be there under foot or at the next hand hold. And they were irritated. Climbing out to sun themselves after the sleeping the winter away underground. “Hungry and horney.” was how Shauna had called them, “We’d be worse if it were us in their position.”
Some how they’d managed to make camp. The full moon had helped. She was worried about being so close to the stream bed. She could hear it as if it was right next to her. But there wasn’t another place to make camp. The sound of rushing water was lulling her to sleep. Her eyes closed then her head jerked back to conscioness. “Dam coffee” she looked at her shorts and the blotch of hot coffee on her thigh. She lifted the fabric before it blistered her skin. “Here I have have something for that,” Shauna was next to her with aloe in the tube, “I think this will help.”
It was nice. Shauna’s hand cool against the red blotch growing on her thigh. Shauna had such a touch with people. A nurse through and through she had an invisible touch of healing that bordered on the supernatural. Made sense as she came from a long tradition of healers from the Cherokee tribes of the South. She’d grown up with healers.
Shauna’s soothing tone was “singing” Christa to sleep. “Let’s get some sleep” was the last sound Christa heard as her eyes closed.

The next sound was one she’d only heard of but never experienced.
The roar was deafening.
The rain was pouring from the heavens.
It was as if the earth was moving underneath her…

She could hear Shauna out side yelling with all her might.

“God bless Christa get up!!

For the love of God get up…”

to be continued.

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This story is a present. To say thank you for kindness and attention. I hope some day to be allowed to share stories around a campfire or at fireside.

Til then there is Blogland.

Have fun. AuthorAnn

Message in a Bottle <click here

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No matter where I go or what I do?

There is always 12 dogs.

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0 commentsSomething to talk about.
Posted Oct-07-08 04:41:13 PDT Updated Oct-07-08 17:59:52 PDT

Let's give them something to talk about.

A little mystery to figure out…

Love me? Love my dog.

First off?

Traveling companion?

Let's give them something to talk about.

How about Love, sex, and money, honey.

I'm lettin' inner "mmm" out to play.

Good clean fun with a smokin hot fella.

Love and kisses,

Auntie Slacker

Okay everyone else?

Something to talk about?

Hmm hearing that the bailout IS NOT working . No kiddin Sherlock.

Hmm hearing that the experts are wanting to do what Sen.McCain said they needed to do from the beginning.

Yeess and guess what. Can do it for a whole lot less that 800 billion.

Just sayin'

We were right folks. Now repeal the bill

or

Tell President Bush that if he doesn't veto?

His legacy is going to be a negative number.

That's a first

Oh And Auntie Slacker has found her traveling companion for real.

Hurray!

Can't you see 'em circlin' honey? Can't you see them swimming around.?

Fins to the left. Fins to the right.

I love this song. Very presidential election

You know Taloolah. I like this traveling companion very much.

And like the fella in this song? I haven't had fun in a month of Sundays.

Time for some fun

Be glad to help my fella man

My offices hours?

Oh sometime between the hours of 11am and 2 pm at the Tiki while I'm eatting lunch

After that I got things to do.

Like get all "romanced".

Greetings from the White House, Gulf Coast branch.

Address? Third hammock to the left.

Time for to play traveling companion.

Boy am I ready.

Now take Auntie's advice people.

Christmas Daddys may talk the talk but couldn't find the path little lone walk it.

And old dudes?

They have been around the block enough to not only walk,

they've a runnin mate who's walked it in high heels..

Translation.

Repeal the 800 billion donkey

Tell the world if anyone has to start acting like grown ups?

It would be the rest of the world.

Party is over alright..

Tell them that America is taking back the car keys darlins.

Economic summit time.

Ya'll all got skin in this game.

Till then…

Hang on, I hear travelin companion has a day or two off.

Man is "sex on a stick" for real.

Time to play.

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0 commentsGood night Blogland.
Posted Oct-06-08 17:23:40 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 19:23:39 PDTDear Blogland. Time to go. Sleep good night. To let you know. That while we sleep the Good Lord’s near to calm your each and every fear. Good night. Good night. Good night.

There are days best left in the past. This is one of them. This day I may have heard the last of a friend. This day I have possibly hurt another. This wasn’t a good day.

And yet the past tells me that to rejoice in it because tomorrow may be worse.

Laugh and the world laughs with you cry and you cry alone.

I made a heart

with my own two hands

To give that heart

It was my plan

But no one wants

this heart of mine

Cya’

Good night sleep is always a good idea.

While you were sleeping,
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12 commentsSanta Baby,
Posted Oct-06-08 16:14:00 PDT Updated Oct-07-08 16:01:25 PDT
Now before anyone reads this and jumps on me for being less that religious hear me. I am not advocating a promiscuous life style. Honestly. I’m not saying you should run rampant through your little black books. Just thought you should know. I like the idea of a monogamous relationship for practical reasons. Like erogenous zones. I wrote a story about a woman where I talked about her ears. How the fella in her life could just about bring her to her knees by playing with her ears. That takes knowing someone longer than a night. Or that knowing that if you slowly run your fingers across my lips there’s that little electric tingle.
We’re very much Pavlov’s Pups when it comes to the sexual. With time, we become conditioned to the moves of our partner. Anticipate them to the point where just the simpliest hint can cause a response. You have to explore. Get it wrong. Then get it right. It takes more than a second date or a 10th to know this.
Sometimes it’s something as simple as hearing some say the word:
Sexual.
Right now there is a man who walks this Earth who when he says the word “sexual” it near about stops the world. I can hear it even now. Like a magic word. Like abracadabra, his saying the word “sexual” will cause my legs to cross and uncross in anticipation of his breath on my ear. His cheek on mine.
So now that you know this…

Dear Taloolah,

He is…

Orgasmic.

I don’t think that I can

go through this much longer.

Soft,

his hands in my hair.

His mouth…

on mine

Honestly, I just …

Oh Tal, honestly, his mouth…

I bite my lip

so not to moan

quiet from ears in the next room

I just

don’t…

Oh Taloooolah…

It’s not particularly funny.

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2 commentsOh Taloooolah…
Posted Oct-06-08 11:22:41 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 12:49:03 PDTYou’ve got mail. And I’m trying to come up with the perfect seduction song. And I’d have to have oportunity. And sexual tension and flustrations makes Jaguars of us all. And with just whom? Really?

I feel a muscle spasm coming on.

Or in this case a painful cramp.

Honestly, this is like telling someone in a life raft in the middle of the ocean, that the world is plenty full of water. It’s all around. Just take a drink.

Which is the exact worst thing for someone to do.

And I might add that sailors have been known to go mad for lack of it.

Water.

Now? I miss Billy.

Not David because I don’t think that I could actually go there with this subject.

But with Billy. LOL He’d be right in there helping me plot strategy.

I love Billy.

Talloolah, I have the “lack of water madness” that comes from doing without “water”.

It’s getting really serious.

OMGoodness before I say one more word???
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12 commentsOMGoodness before you say one more word???
Posted Oct-06-08 07:49:58 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 08:13:04 PDT

That man? He is “sex on a stick”. Mmmmmm…

Uh Fine print:

12 dogs cheers up by talking the talk and walking the walk in all matters sexual…

Did I ever tell you about the time…

Comments on but hidden for your protection tee hee

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2 commentsBefore you go one step further
Posted Oct-06-08 03:29:45 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 07:43:24 PDT

We’ve got to get a definition out of the way:

sex on a stick
noun
(slang) A person (or people) who is (or are) considered very sexually attractive.
She thinks he is “sex on a stick”.

So now that we’ve got that all worked out.
You know I had the best time singing that well I woke up singing. Don’t know wheither it’s the lack of sleep or lack of sex or the talking about sex or the “what the heck” feeling or the fact that not only do I love sex but now I have a chance of actually having sex…

or the mention of all day long spent in bed but well —

This song kind of sums it up:

cause honey all I want to do …

Heck. Why should Hula boys and girls have all the fun.

ROFLMBO

I am really looking forward to the next 30 years.

I have alot of making up for lost time on my to do list…

All I wanna do is …

mmmmmm come alittle closer babe and …

Click me > Looking over the horizon I can see my future.

I’m going to be talking alot about sex for a while. Hope you don’t mind.

The rest of the week is rated. Mmmmmmm…. for finally…

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3 commentsLooking over the horizon.
Posted Oct-06-08 00:37:18 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 04:02:15 PDT

Looking over the horizon.

Into the future known as “my life”.

What did I learn last night?

You know I’ve been thinking.

What do you want to read about this morning.

It’s the Monday after one heck of a financial week.

Worse it doesn’t look to be gettin’ any better.

Do you want to read about the economy on your coffee break?

Or would you rather read something completely different.

Like about my sex life.

I know that in the virtual anonymity of the internet most folks would opt for the smoldering sex goddess fantasy. Not me. Me? I could regale you with exploits that would be so hot as to melt the sidewalks.

Well not too hot. I’d want it to make it through the “computer nanny” to keep ya’ll at work out of the dog house. But it should be hot enough to keep you horn dogs panting and breathing heavy at the 10am coffee break.

Something like —

“…She’d seen him first. In the lobby of AIG corporate. One of the big 10 accountant types come to sift through the mess. Cut and buff. Cut and buff. Not muscle bound but sinewy. Like he spent his off days riding mountain bikes or climbing mountains. She knew that as soon as he took of his coat that women from miles would be finding excuses to linger near that man.

You know that man really was sex on a stick.

She managed to get into the elevator at the same time he did. When he asked what floor she knew exactly which button to push. “Twenty fifth.” she told him. “Really? Are you with AIG”, he looked at her and when he smiled sunbeams came out his bottom.

“…sunbeams came out his bottom…” Wha’ the heck?

Yeah it doesn’t do much for me either.

Let’s see.

He looked at her and then asked with a deep rich baritone, ” Which floor darlin’ ?” She knew which button to push and which to unbutton. Wetting her lips she purred, “Twenty fifth floor please. Executive wash room has a couch.”

Hussy.

She loved it.

He looked at her and without a word he pushed the number 25 and then turned to her and slowly…

Did what?

I’m really crap at this. To get the right tone of cheesy without turning this into sleazy I have to establish just the right mix of slut and vixen. Yeah I said slutt and vixen. Cherished words of porn writers and Jackie Collins oficianados. Vixen. But that’s the trouble, I’m not sure I’ve ever met a true vixen before. My experience is with kids and forays into the Target for some Issac M. Heck I’m not getting sex myself. How am I supposed to get some fictional executive assistant laid? Oh and not to forget making sure that Mr. Big 10 accountant has quirks to make him interesting and sexy.

How to make that accountant look like “sex on a stick”?

I’m gonna’ work on this problem during the week,

in the mean time?

Need to do reasearch.

Lets see.

First?

I’m going to watch alot of Tv’s Craig Ferguson.

That man really is “sex on a stick” smokin’ hot.

Then?

I’ll be needing sex…

alot of sex

well that

and

Beatles karoke .

No

On second thought this is a classy cheese not sleazy string cheese. For this you need the ultimate 1980’s female empowerment song.

The Movie?

Working Girl.

The actress?

Antonio Banderas’s main squeeze, Melanie Griffith

The quote?

“…I have a head for business and a bod for sin.”

Sigh, I loved the 80’s

Leeeet the rriiiiiveerrrr ruuuuuunnnnnn.

Take that boring job.

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14 commentsBeatles karoke
Posted Oct-05-08 19:15:57 PDTOkay. Technically not the Beatles. Just one of them

Paul McCartney and Wings Heart of the Country.

I look high, i look low,
I’m lookin’ ev’rywhere i go,
Lookin’ for a home in the heart of the country.

I’m gonna move, i’m gonna go,
I’m gonna tell ev’ryone i know,
Lookin’ for a home in the heart of the country.

Heart of the country where the holy people grow,
Heart of the country, smell the grass in the meadow,
Wo, wo, wo.

Want a horse, i want a sheep,
I wanna get me a good night’s sleep,
Livin’ in a home in the heart of the country.

I’m gonna move, i’m gonna go,
I’m gonna tell ev’ryone i know,
Livin’ in a home in the heart of the country.

Heart of the country where the holy people grow,
Heart of the country, smell the grass in the meadow,
Wo, wo, wo.

Want a horse, i got a sheep,
I’m gonna get me a good night’s sleep,
Livin’ in a home in the heart of the country.

I’m gonna move, i’m gonna go,
Gonna tell ev’ryone i know, oo-oo-oo
In the heart of the country.

Heart of the country where the holy people grow,
Heart of the country, smell the grass in the meadow,
Wo, wo, wo.

If you’re wondering what the heck?

Click me > Beatle karoke

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22 commentsBeatle karoke
Posted Oct-05-08 18:35:48 PDT Updated Oct-05-08 18:37:22 PDTHonest to mercy. I’m sittin’ in my kitchen singing Beatles tunes. The old ones from the 1960’s. Then I got to thinking that maybe someone else out there might want to sing too.

Uhhm I’ll try to include the words to go with the videos.

Have fun. Yeah I know my comments are off. But heck, if you can comment you can email through ebay.

You could even request a song and I’ll see if I can find it.

First up?

Well the first song we sang

(poor old WB is having to endure this Beatle karoke festival of off key “sangin’ “)

Is the song. “We Can Work It Out”

Try to see it my way,
Do i have to keep on talking till i can’t go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Think of what you’re saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s alright.
Think of what i’m saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So i will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So i will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Next? Eight Days a Week. The “dawgs” are howling but heck we’re having a good time.

Kind of . WB keeps nodding his head but I think he’s got earplugs.

“Eight days a weeeeekkkk. I loove lovvoee loveeee ya…..

Hugs. AuthorAnn

Next <My girl

OOOOhhh Bewitched theme music. Hang on I think that theme music has words. I'll just twitch my nose and…

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0 commentsMy girl
Posted Oct-05-08 08:05:44 PDT Updated Oct-06-08 03:22:18 PDTWhen I went to bed last night I thought that the world had ended. Armagedon of the heart. The last thing I remembered before I closed my eyes was just how tired I really was. My whole body just for a moment let out sigh. My eyes closed into the darkness.

I woke up in darkness too. Early before the sun. Went into the kitchen with my breath held. That is when the sun began to rise. A friend indeed for this friend in need.

I heard the news today.

As I read their words the darkness from the last night began to lift.

This is a person who had told me long ago that there was no love.

Now I hear that they've met someone.

This sounds like the real thing folks.

I couldn't be sad because I was so happy that this wonderful soul had maybe found home. Having searched so long for home myself, I knew how important this news was.

And to add to the joy. They were there not asking for help but offering a kind shoulder and a comforting word. They were willing to listen to me.

I've alway been the one to listen to other folks troubles.

I've never really had anyone to listen to mine.

I thought that made my trouble go away if I listen to everyone else.

Who knew that what would make my troubles from last night evaporate into air was the news that someone had found home.

I am so happy.

And to add to this happiness.

I might have just found a friend indeed.

For these two lucky people.

My friends.

I looked to find a song for them.

This one seemed to tell the story best.

Ben Taylor. Nothing I Can Do

"…And beheld the sweet light rising through the trees
She fell to her knees and she began to smile, because
She had been in darkness for a long long while,
She said…

There is nothing that I can do but belong to you
Heaven and Earth and I find myself
Singing this song for you
As luck would have it, it just so happens that there's
Nothing I'd Rather do…"

Your kind words make the burdens of life bearable.

You can go further into 12 dogs here Bail outs and heart troubles. but if I were you? I'd spend this morning being happy that two folks found each other. Let sleeping dogs sleep for the day. There will be time enough. Ann
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0 commentsBail outs and heart troubles.
Posted Oct-03-08 13:23:23 PDT Updated Oct-04-08 11:47:33 PDTSay what you need to say…

Well. A fool and their tax dollars are soon parted.

This day the Legislative Branch of our government voted to "saddle" the American public with the debt that has been causing banks both here and abroad to fail. The money for this "investment" to come from tax revenues yet to be collected. This during a time of economic crisis.

So I'm wondering. If this investment has caused domestic and foreign banks to fail why should we believe it is a good investment for the United States.

Who will bail us out when the investment fails for us too?

My conscience is clear. I made my best case about the bail out. My son's future is bright and secured. My place in heaven is secured as is that of my family. My home is saved.

My family has certainly survived worse.

Oh and about my husband …

For clarity. One should really ask alot of questions when dealing with money and politicians.

Have fun.

A neighbor told me that the best way to bring about change in the world is to start with my own door.

I say it alittle different.

The best way for me to bring about change in the world is to start by hugging my child and to make an informed vote.

Then use the "voice" the good Lord gives us all to speak.

So one more time.

I vote. I hug my family. I've made the case against this bail out.

Please vote.

And now to my traveling companion

Before I go one more step…

I think that you'll understand this pause

We're all waiting for our traveling companions…

We all get tired of waiting…

But some folks really have it tough…

Prayers to the ladies and men in waiting…

When I have a sad day, I remember there are folks who have it tough.

Hugs are free. But they are also priceless.

To my traveling companion?

Randy Newman's song says it best.

No matter what the world brings?
No matter how rough the seas.
No matter where you are in the world.
Until you're sleeping safe next to me?
I'm going to sing this song all day long.
"You feel like home to me."

somethings are just self evident

like Love.

Like happily ever after.

A story of love and happy beginnings.

No matter the storm?

Inside my boat is safe and warm

No matter the tides and seas?

Inside my heart my love you see

Tested with trials at sea?

My love he did come back to me.

Tested with the fires of hell?

My love he bested those as well.

No matter how the dark dispair

My love is safe within him there.

Inside my heart and his we'll be

Love safe for all eternity.

We heard the heaven's pealing bells.

Shook the dirt from our shoes as well.

Rejoice! rejoice! All is well!

Left behind that deep dark hell.

And remember. Love does indeed find a way.

12 dogs and a blog.

always alive and glad of it.

Say what you need to say…

A love letter.

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0 commentsHmm reality check
Posted Oct-03-08 13:08:25 PDT Updated Oct-25-08 15:07:47 PDT

Dear Auntie,

As you know my heart went and done it. I fell in love.

With a fella who well I actually kind of like.

So I told my friend about it:

"… Did I tell you he was funny and sexxy.

This is important because I haven't had sex in a long time. Along time.

So are you awake…"

And

"…he's gorgeous, funny, smart, sexy, loves to travel. He really is my perfect traveling companion.

I don't know what do do?

Are you awake. I hope so.

My friends advice?

"… so… he's gorgeous, funny, smart, sexy, loves to travel. He really is my perfect traveling companion…

now….that would be someone worth pursuiing…i would if i were you….

"To achieve the impossible, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought."

hey..the sun kept it's promise…and rose another day…"

I really am attracted to this fella Auntie. I like his "contrarian way". He's been through alot and looks to have survived. But more important, I saw him blunt his blow when it could have been mortal.

And Auntie he makes me laugh.

All indicators point to love.

It sounds good. Just like the bail out package.

But my "intuition/common sense" was telling me something wasn't quite right.

So what do you think Auntie.

He's gorgeous, funny, smart, sexy, loves to travel. He really is my perfect traveling companion. That much was true.

And I really like my friend.

But there is a problem.

Your niece,

Ann

Auntie's reply?

Dear Author Ann,

Listen to Auntie.

Not everything that sounds good is a good idea.

Sometimes it's a quick fix that can dance you right over the edge of bankruptcy.

The wise woman asks questions and trust her friend when she is worried that maybe there's something to worry about.

Did your friend ask you why you were so unhappy with this choice? Mercy knows you're no stranger to attempting the impossible. And doing the imposible I hear. So just telling you to go for it when your worried? It sounds like a red flag. Time to ask questions.

Luckily? You've got Auntie.

Just like the economy there's no good in a quick fix.

But there is a solution.

Hmm friendship and husbands, reminds Auntie of a song-

(Hey Lisa. The Sailor Moon Version was pretty interesting. Hugs)

Now AuthorAnn?

Hang in there.

I know more of this story than your friend. I know that your 'wings' were hard fought for.

"Helpful" advice from a popculture Angel in training is about as useful to this situation as that bail out is for the economy. Given in their own self interest and expensive.

But she's younger than you are and still learning.

Did she even ask you what the problem was before she tried to fix it?

The good Lord knows that the US Senate didn't.

Auntie is an Optimistic Pessimist, Missy,

She knows that there is a way.

Hugs.

I love you.

Auntie

A friend is someone who likes you and you like them back.

Author Ann, One other thing:

Love will find a way.

Since this post is entitled "reality check" I thought I put this vid here

LOL well, if I had to pick an evening to watch this vid tonight would be the best.

Dear Mercy I miss Billy, sex, and my MG.

I really do.

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63 commentsSay what you need to say…
Posted Oct-02-08 19:47:18 PDT Updated Oct-03-08 16:39:11 PDTWe hold these truths to be self evident that all men and women or created equal…

And if you don't believe me?

You should have seen the Vice Presidential Debate

Say what you need to say…
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4 commentsSay what you need to say…
Posted Oct-01-08 22:35:55 PDT Updated Oct-04-08 13:00:43 PDTSo I got some really "helpful" advice from a popculture Angel in training. Good thing that my "Intuition" is still alive and kicking.

And I've got Auntie Slacker for advice.

When she stopped laughing?

She "advised" that my bad advice was alot like the bad advice coming out of the Senate. You know the 800 billion dollar bail out package?

Said this really bad advice was going to send me straight to Hell if I took it. But then she said not to worry.

She sat me down, told me to watch this video and she'd give me some good advice.

Lucky me.

So I watched this video…

And I wrote her a letter.

While you're waiting here's a little insight to the problem.

Problem one. The Senate bail out package.

You just added 100 billion dollars of spending.

To get Senators to vote for the 700 billion dollar bail out.

How is this helpful?

The more our country owes the worse our international credit rating will be.

Sen. McCain could you please explain to the Senators what the US treasury can do. Cheaper.

Good thing that "helpful" popculture Angel in training isn't giving us economic advice. This quick fix from the US Senators sounds good but it really doesn't address the problem. With this advice?

She's dance the US right off the edge of bankruptcy.

Dude. I'm having a Clark Howard/Dave Ramsey moment.

Now about the love stuff.

Well I'm in love.

The heart does what the mind can't reason with.

Music please.

Bookends. The light and dark of a relationship.

What did I learn tonight?

Light

I love you.

Yes you, person who made me laugh

Even when I didn't want to

What the words "don't go" mean.

I'm going to write them here,

"Please don't go."

I mean them too.

I really do.

But when I say them?

No one says them back.

Kind of like talking to myself in an empty room with an echo. Only the echo is in my head instead of in my room.

A lonely sound I can tell you.

I'm really going to miss the company

I'm going to miss laughing.

You know Fate. I guess I can say it now.

This thing feels a whole lot like love.

Bummer.

And that is what I learned.

I listened to a man tell about his life.

He made me laugh.

And I fell in love.

I don't know what to do now.

I could have skipped this.

I don't find this amusing.

It's serious this feeling of the heart.

I'm glad that Newt came through tonight.

Between this and the Senate vote.

Tonight would have been horrific.

That Newt is okay?

Glad to know

Glad to know that I didn't do anything to hurt her feelings.

Kept tonight from being pretty bad.

Forgiveness. That's good.

As for the rest of my life?

This was the guy Fate.

"…a school boy's heart,

a novelist's eye,

stout sailor's legs,

and a license to fly…"

This guy.

How could you let me know this?

How could you let me see then say, "Not for you."?

Would you treat a "homeless" woman so ill?

There really should be some heart switch.

Turn off feelings like The Clapper

Emotions on. Emotions off

There's not.

This feeling is pretty nice.

But what should I do with it.

I wouldn't give it up just because it makes life uncomfortable.

A smile in my heart in troubled times is a good thing.

But I've been asking for home.

For so long.

Home.

It's not about being ungrateful for what I've been given in life.

I am.

But I ask you.

If you finally saw home?

I'm no Moses.

If you finally saw husband?

I can go to love's promised land.

Would you call yourself ungrateful to want to go there?

To home?

What did I learn last night?

I would like to go home.

And?

The words to this song.

People aren't interchangeable.

They are unique.

I can't just go out in the world

and pick someone like you pick a banana.

Oh and sidebar:

Condescending – (adj) Displaying a patronizingly superior attitude.

Which can be done while asking someone to do something nice for someone else inorder to make up for the fact that no one wants them that way. I already did that. Just like Mother Theresa didn't feed all the homeless? Charity work won't make up for the fact that no one wants me– that way. I don't need a reminder that I have good things in my life. I'm trying to tell you that –well — home doesn't equal house and husband is NOT the same as spouse.

And not to get all religious on you but The Bible says charity is done in private. It's to help folks not something you have on ones "check list to heaven". You don't have to do it to prove you're worthy. You do it because it's a great thing to do.

Don't tell me. This is therapy to get your mind of YOUR troubles?

Do you want your wife or not?

Not condescending here. Just saying wow. It really is what you feel inside?

I'm proud for someone who makes Lemonaid out of lemons. \

To find a way to deal with what has to be a horrible change of events.

But.

Charity isn't — well? Go back and watch the Intuition video. There are two Jewels.

I'm the reality not the image.

You've been given the commercial one.

I try to be commercial free. But alot of other folk seem to take advantage.

Sorry but some people take advantage.

I don't want you to be one of them.

I love someone. My heart loves someone. Hearts can't help what they feel. No matter how hard the brain tries.

One more time.

CBK said it best with his JayHawks vid above.

It's a bad time to be in love.

Now I'm really, really, really, miserable.

It's not your fault CBK it's just the situation.

God bless the Jay Hawks and Tom Waites hey.

Tom should meet Auntie Slacker those two would hit it off great (AuthorAnn)

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You know I'm going to go down load all the YouTube of Tv's Craig Ferguson I can find, buy alot of chocolate, and then buy a solar powered vibrator.

That way I can get a message, a orgasim, and do something for the environment while I'm trying desparately not to loose my sexuality with masturbation.

Won't I just feel fullfilled.

After all, why would I want companionship?

I hear that I can buy an anatomically correct vibrator that has a heater and if it doesn't electrocute me, it will be just like a real live guy.

Not.

Sigh, Would someone cue the Janice Ian.

This guy doesn't have a clue.

Yes, this was indeed helpful.

I'm calling it?

The Lucy Principle.

After all I've already got my dogs. Who needs conversation when I've got my dogs to talk to?

I do.

Wow. I was just reeling after that "helpful" advice.

Or maybe it's so I can get out meet someone. NO. I already met someone. This isn't like an interchangable widget. Really. People are unique. If I could replace one person with another I would do it and avoid pain.

Besides wouldn't that be like hiring a hooker every week and then saying she's your girlfriend because she costs about what a girlfriend would cost per week and well she does "put out". All the positives of a girl friend but with the added perk that if you fancy a blonde one week?

No problem.

I really don't like mental anguish. I avoid it if posible.

So heck if there's a clone of this person? Sign me up and I'll be doing us both a favor by leaving.

No this is the same logic that said, "clean your plate there are folks starving in Africa who would love that food." If this is true why didn't you send food to the starving children. I wasn't starving myself.

Better to have just said I'm not interested and left it at that.

I think I'll reschedule that jumping off a cliff part of my life.

But first, I'll clean my plate because you know, me eatting all the food off my plate is certainly going to feed the starving children of the world. And then I can eat ice cream because you can't eat your ice cream if you haven't cleaned your plate first.

Now cue. Pink Floyd. Another brick in the wall.

Or maybe Monty Python's bit about the pudding.

I like my father's version of love better because at least it's honest. For everyone else, he loves my mother and she loves him.

So "business is business" and love's not going to have much to do with it?

Wait a minute?

Did you just talk back?

Whoa.

Say again.

I'm listening.

Now that letter to Auntie Slacker.

Maybe…

Could there be hope in the seemingly imposible?

Hmm reality check <danger will robinson. seriously.skip this Tal.

But I'm open to a miracle God.

I really and truly am.

Newt.

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1 commentDear Newt.
Posted Oct-01-08 21:47:36 PDT Updated Oct-02-08 16:47:54 PDTNewt I was really glad to see you. I hope that your have a great life. Email here and let me know how you are doing.
Hugs. I hope that you are writing and not deleting.

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21 commentsA friend is someone who likes you and you like them back.
Posted Oct-01-08 19:44:09 PDT Updated Oct-03-08 16:38:49 PDT

Socialism is when the government owns the business.

I'm going to say this plain.

This night the Senate voted.

The vote has the danger of turning American into a socialist state.

Only a third of them are up for election.

Now the US House of Representatives?

They are all up for election.

When folks are having monitary problems, they usually look for more income to pay the bills.

I was just thinking.

Maybe we, the tax payer, could give the rest of the world the trillion dollar bill for the war in Iraq.

Hey I'll take payment in — uh wait —

do they even make billion dollar bills?

Other than the one we've been getting for the war in Iraq.

Then WE can pay off our debt to China.

You know China the country that's saying it now decides finacial policy in the world.

As for those billion dollar bills

I hear you can buy million dollar bills.

One has the Statue of Liberty on it.

The other one has Santa Claus on it.

Senate must be using the Santa Claus version.

Got it off the money tree that grows out behind the White House.

Oh and like one of those gnarley earmarks Dear Senator and Representative,I'm sorry that you find folks saying "NO" to this bail out such a problem.Yes, we really can sympathize about things being tough.Especially when we fill up our gas tanks.Or pay our power bills.Or when we wait with knots in our stomach for our loved ones to come home.It's now less than 30 days until you are up for re election.You guys have been pretty busy bailing out the rest of the world, (while they called us every name in the book).You've been pretty busy building the economy of China, (while we lost jobs and our economy was in trouble.)Guess you must have forgotten that you didn't work for those folks.You work for us.And guess what.In less than 30 days?We're gonna vote. Welcome to Earth, third rock from the Sun. You know I bet we could work this all out for a whole lot less than 700 billion. No wait now it's 800 billion thanks to the Senate. What do you think? You're going to want to click this next link. 12 dogs and dog. Dancin through the reality of life. Reality like this. The US Representative from Ohio Are we having fun yet? Disgruntled Bluebirds of happiness say? "Hell no." Don't know about ya'll.But the Bluebird of happiness? She looks pizzed. LOL. Insider trading??? HMMMM… Sen. McCain was correct when he saidthat there are other ways besidesthis bail out. If your stomach is hungry?Ask your US Representative and USSenator.Why they say there is only one way. Say a prayer… Songs for my husband and son, Songs for my family. <click here really there's more Welcome to Earth, Third rock from the Sun… Playlist Trace Adkins Songs About Me It's the right song. Songs about and for all the folks I've met in my life. Comment|Report this post
8 commentsSay a prayer… Songs for my husband and son, Songs for my family.
Posted Oct-01-08 18:13:40 PDT Updated Oct-01-08 19:17:32 PDT

"…A sun plant grown in the shaddows, grows sickly in it's desperation to reach the light of the sun…"

and

"… Half a heart. When the other half is so out of reach is worse torture than a heart none at all…"

Hannah Murphy 1 October, 2008

"…Everyone claims a heart. Everyone. All the experts acting

in their own best interest. But not one, not one, feels the pain. Not a one feels the pain of loss. Not a flicker.

You may —

Dance across the sands of time.

Scoop the shells up from the shore.

Point me t'wards the cliff

But not a one feels the loss.

I feel the loss. Like taking a breath

Away not bringing it.

Everyone claims a "love".

But only one had it to begin with…"

Me

A soul's mate doth not a soul take. For a soul belongs only to their owner. Not bought or sold. Nor given away. It is ours from the beginning and ours til the other side of time.

A gift from God, we take it with us to Paradise's door.

Sorry, not bought nor sold.

The story teller looked into the fire again.

Then shuttered.

There was no entertaining way to say this.

Only plain words for a simple story.

"I love you."

The beasts that chase us through times door

Can catch us not. So I implore

That you have faith in God's sweet love

And his fairness from up above.

From spark of time we did know

That no matter what this life did show

From birth to death, yes we would know

We'd alway know each other.

The story teller's eyes grew quiet.

Their heart beat rang in his ears.

Time, not life, stopped in Wicklow Mountains.

Time, not life, stopped to correct a wrong.

Time, not life, stopped in Wicklow Mountains.

Time, not life, stopped for a simple song.

I love you. Self evident.

For love's argument so strong

Did bend time's ear

And charmed times heart

That day.

The storyteller smiled.

Simple simple story

Kind heart met kind heart

And formed that day

Love.

Home not house.

Husband not spouse.

I dunno ladies.

One time I read a story about a Japanese artist and a man looking at his artwork.

They were talking about how simplistic

the subject matter was in a painting.

The man said anyone could do something that simple.

The artist, disagreeded.

The artist proceeded to draw the simpliest shape in the most difficult way.

The artist drew a perfect circle.

Then he hand the man the brush and paper

asked him to do the same.

Simple in form. Next to impossible to do.

Like the love of parent for child.

Like the love of child for mate.

Like the love of parent for child.

Like the love of child for mate.

Like the love of …

Like the never ending story of God's love.

The following is the story that he told me. It's not an exact quote but pretty close. He told me this because it amazed him and he wanted to share it with me.

Across from Lambay Island. Ireland…

I was walking on the beach at night. A cross the mud flats. Dark. All of a sudden all around me the air was moving and I was surrounded by beating wings. Everywhere. The air it was alive. I had walked into the middle of birds that were resting on the ground. I'd never felt anything like that in my life. I wanted to tell you.

I would have described what he said this way:

It was like being in the middle of angels. Only you could actually feel the beating of their wings. The air alive with their presence.

The reason why it is so difficult to find him is because he does exist. If he didn't it would simple. Any man would do. But this is one man. One man in all the many who have walked the Earth.

Easier to find a needle in a haystack.

Or my personal favorite the shark version.

It's good to laugh.

If you're going through hell? Keep on going. But If you finally find Heaven?

Well then you need to stop and sit a spell.

Buddy can you spare a dime? This is not the end of Time…

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Posted Oct-01-08 13:54:45 PDT Updated Oct-01-08 14:15:10 PDT

When folks are having monitary problems, they usually look for more income to pay the bills.

I was just thinking.

Maybe we, the tax payer, could give the rest of the world the trillion dollar bill for the war in Iraq.

Hey I'll take payment in — uh wait —

do they even make billion dollar bills?

Other than the one we've been getting for the war in Iraq.

Then WE can pay off our debt to China.

You know China the country that's saying it now decides finacial policy in the world.

Oh and like one of those gnarley earmarks Dear Senator and Representative,I'm sorry that you find folks saying "NO" to this bail out such a problem.Yes, we really can sympathize about things being tough.Especially when we fill up our gas tanks.Or pay our power bills.Or when we wait with knots in our stomach for our loved ones to come home.It's now less than 30 days until you are up for re election.You guys have been pretty busy bailing out the rest of the world, (while they called us every name in the book).You've been pretty busy building the economy of China, (while we lost jobs and our economy was in trouble.)Guess you must have forgotten that you didn't work for those folks.You work for us.And guess what.In less than 30 days?We're gonna vote. Welcome to Earth, third rock from the Sun. You know I bet we could work this all out for a whole lot less than 700 billion.What do you think? You're going to want to click this next link. 12 dogs and dog. Dancin through the reality of life. Reality like this. The US Representative from Ohio Are we having fun yet? Disgruntled Bluebirds of happiness say? "Hell no." Don't know about ya'll.But the Bluebird of happiness? She looks pizzed. LOL. Insider trading??? HMMMM… Sen. McCain was correct when he saidthat there are other ways besidesthis bail out. If your stomach is hungry?Ask your US Representative and USSenator.Why they say there is only one way. Welcome to 12 dogs and a blog <click here really there's more Welcome to Earth, Third rock from the Sun… Playlist Trace Adkins Songs About Me It's the right song. Songs about and for all the folks I've met in my life. Comment|Report this post
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