Nov 17, 2012

Can't seem to write, but

My poetry has died, for the moment anyway. I shall find my muse again! Inspiration is everywhere... I just need to stop focusing on the things I never should have been focusing on in the first place. I'm learning!!! When I do... The writing will return!
In the meantime, I know people have got to be tired of seeing ME on the Facebook all the damn time. Sooooo... This is my blog, about me so to speak. I wanna share with the world (cause it's just so damn pivotal!) that I am finally fitting into regular jeans that are NOT relaxed fit!!!! (see, I toldcha this is of crucial importance!)

(Ha! At least I amuse myself!)




PS: pay no attention to my clothes filing system.  I never claimed to be the best organizer... and this  system is better than the old floor one I used to have!

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Nov 13, 2012

I'ma chillax if it kills me!


My health has been failing lately... Well, if you count the last 18 months as lately.  It's just getting worse. I've been trying to make lifestyle changes. I quit smoking, I'm almost completely vegan, I hardly eat any sodium, sugar or white flour at all.  None of this has helped.  So, my next quest is to try to learn how chill without the help of alcohol.  HA! Wish me luck! I'm gonna need it!!! (P.S. If I bite your head off, I apologize in advance)



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Nov 12, 2012

A Crazy Thing Called Love

My respect and admiration just went way up for my son.  I Just found out today that his girlfriend has been very ill for over a year now.  He's risking love for her, even though he might lose her.  My heart is filled with joy over the man my son is growing into, and filled with fear of the hurt he might feel.  I've always said, we don't choose who we fall in love with... But it's always nice if the other person is there to catch us when we do.

Nov 4, 2012

The Dance

Just beneath the calm, right
after the collapse,

the old turned inside out
almost like chaos

with a toe tapping rhythm,
right before the dance

possesses the soul; that
won't let go until the floor

of linoleum reaches out
pulling you to, forever more.