Theme Song Search

Grey goose got your girl feeling loose.
Now I’m wishin’ that I didn’t wear these shoes.

Blah Blah Blah…

I’m such a lady, but I’m dancing like a ho,
‘Cause you know
I don’t give a fuck, so here we go!

(Fergie)

I am still shopping around for a new theme song. Suddenly raunchy semi-dance music is running through my mind. Well, except for today, today it has been the “Good Times” theme song. Because ain’t we lucky we got ‘em……

Kisses

Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases. ~ Chinese Proverb

Flying through the night....

I sit in my front yard, the cool night air brushing the hair from my face. Voices whisper to me from the phone. I tilt my head back, watching an airplane pierce the inky black night. Suddenly I am pondering endless questions. I imagine a person pressing their face to the glass and staring out into the dark Texas night, wondering what or who is below. Much as I sit and wonder who is flying over. Are there people on the plane who can’t wait to arrive at their destinations? Are they happy or sad? Do they fly for business, bored with their lives? Did someone cry when they left, or will someone laugh when they arrive? I think of all these people and all the stories that are passing over my head at this exact moment. It is a wonderful thought to me, the world flying by.

Sexy or Muppets - decisions, decisions....

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast
Take em' to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
(Justin Timberlake)

Presenting the song that currently plays in my head. I wonder if it makes me walk a little sexier. I needed a better internal soundtrack. Prior to this is it was The Muppet Show theme.

Friday's child -

Since I am actually a Friday child, I am going to repeat Friday's loving and giving, and then close this odd little chapter in my blog life. On to longer and more interesting posts...hmm..perhaps. Thus in the spirit of Friday. I give to you, again, a hot British soccer player.

Thursday's child has far to go

Oh, the places you'll go!
There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored.
There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball, will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.
I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot.
(Dr. Seuss)

Seems scary and exciting at the same time....

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Why, oh why did I have that fifth vodka martini.....

Tuesday's Child is full of grace

Grace: a charming or attractive trait or characteristic; a pleasing appearance or effect.

Monday's child is.....

Now what was I saying about Monday's child? Sorry, I just could not wait for Friday to be giving again.

Monday's child is fair of face

Wishes for a Monday much less mundane than my own.

Friday's child is loving and giving

I like the idea of giving a little something back to the people that stop to read my odd little blog. So today I give to you, a British soccer player.

Sliding Doors

Don't you ever wonder,
Maybe if things had been slightly different
You could be somebody else
Don't you wonder, maybe...
If you took a left turn instead of taking a right, You could be somebody different
(Dave Mathews Band)

I love to play this game. Trying to decide what moments in my life were pivotal, those moments when in a split second your future was set in motion. When things are horrible in my life I think about how far back I would go. How much of my life now would I erase, that kiss, those words, a number thrown away.

I often settle on a day in high school when I broke up with my boyfriend. We are seniors standing in the middle of the bustle of students, pushing for their lockers and hurrying to take their finals. And I spit out the words that were meant to alter my life. When I finished one of my friends wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away. I was safe and secure, fine with my decision, no tears to be shed. As I walked away my ex punched his locker, breaking his hand. So here we are, senior finals, he can’t write, he is in pain, but he has to take his finals. So what does the school do? They find me, good student and girlfriend; and have me write down his answers, allowing him the chance to plead forgiveness.

Eventually I will marry this man, move from Texas to New York and meet a couple from Houston. Thus placing my feet firmly on this path to this place. Perhaps if I had kept walking, refused to help, never looked back my life would be different. I try to imagine what I would have become or where I would be. I just know that it would be different, and these pains that I have suffered over the years would be different pains caused by different people. I wonder if it would have been better.

A moment of fishy zen..

Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved. (zen proverb)

Perfect t-shirt, perhaps?

A sentiment that I can relate to. And thus I am off to purchase my new shirt. This could, perhaps, replace my beloved I heart Jerks (or so it seems) shirt.

Texas is the place

A little fish sits at her desk quietly contemplating tailgating at UT games.

Improper and loving it

Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
(Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!)
(2 Live Crew)

Pink linen skirt – check; white starched shirt – check; strappy nude heels – check. Looking extremely prim and proper today. Since there are two fish, each swimming in a different direction, I am feeling very – improper. I want to be a little shocking. I want to dance to raunchy music. I want to look at hot sweaty men. I want to swear. It is going to be a great fucking weekend.

Wahoo

I spend Saturday morning riding back through time. Pushing the pedals of my bike faster and faster. Watching my riding partner hold her hands straight out from her sides, letting her fingers slice through the air. The sun shining down on our faces. Braids and ponytails peek out from bike helmets. Suddenly we are children laughing and talking to each other in that strange language that we share. Each stroke of the pedal erasing everything painful from my mind. Ever person that we pass flashes the same smile. One of the joy of hanging on to childish delights.

Labor Day

I am off to enjoy the long weekend....