Little darling, stir it up

I plunge my hands into the scalding water. I wash clean all the wine glasses and breakfast plates. All traces of egg and chroizo are scrubbed away. I used to dream of doing this to my soul. Plunging into the hot water and arising clean and pure.

Now sitting here curled into the edge of my couch, I am glad, no overjoyed, that I still have my memories. I sit enjoying my wine and Bob Marley. The past protecting me from heartache. Now I understand the twists and turns of love. Those words whispered so carelessly in the dark. I hear them and understand that those words are only true in that very moment. They will not survive the light of day. But I am happy curled here with my wine and song. I am protected and safe. I look in the mirror at who I have become and I feel blessed. I know that the future will hold more moments of scalding water, but I have faith that it will be balanced with wine and song.

Giving you....

wishes for a wonderful and romantic weekend.

That is just the mood that I am in.

What dreams are this....

I dream of broken wine glasses. I must confess when I dream of something that is odd or that lingers in my mind, I will look it up in a dream interpretation dictionary. So today I look up my broken wine glasses. I find that wine glasses mean that a disappointment will affect you seriously. *sigh* I wonder if dreaming of them broken means the opposite....

Waking up.....

Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

The idea of breathing life into someone, is a lovely thought....

I huff and I puff.....

The soft sweet sound of wind chimes lull me to sleep, they hang on the patio above me, and often angels in the night blow on them for me. It is a sound that reminds me of home. Not my childhood home, but of the idea of home that I have in my mind. The picture that invades my dreams, the sound of wind chimes, the smell of fresh laundry and the sight of a happy puppy greeting me as I enter my door, are all part of my mental home. The home that I am building for myself as an adult, slowly piece by piece, I work on making this magical spot. It is a wonderful place where I finally find myself happy and loved. All thanks to the sweet little wind chimes that remind me to dream.

Burr......

It is cold. I open my windows and allow the freezing cold to rush around my face. It reddens my cheeks and makes me happy. The smell of clean cold air fills me with bliss. The taste of ice in the air, reminds me of another place, another time. Not Texas, that is for sure. But I miss this and I love the fact that suddenly Houston is plunged into winter. I sip on hot tea and try to hold on to this feeling of cold weather joy.

Office politics makes this a bit harder than it should be. I have a co-worker that stalks the hall, waiting for those joyful moments when she can tattle on others. I envision her as a child with a safety monitor slash, lurking the hallways, waiting for us to run with scissors, or eat paste. I need a moment of Zen or a cocktail.

A little gorey for me....

H is for Hector done in by thugs......
(Edward Gorey)

Feeling a little evil today but still wanting to smile. A revisit to my childhood - that should do the trick, right? Hmmmmm......

Twinkle, twinkle little star.....

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20). There's absolutely no reason to fear coming off as foolish. Fault-finders find fault whether you dance or lean against the wall of life looking cool. So you may as well dance.

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Good thing that I feel like dancing.....

Friday's Child giving you...

reruns and I just don't give a damn. I am sorry but he is luscious and on his way to play soccer in America. I just had to do it.....

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
(W. H. Auden)

Holiday season comes to an end....

As the holiday season comes to a close, I let out a huge sigh of relief. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I simple have to smile. Soon it shall be over and we will be deep in the month of my birth. Hark....are those angels singing?

Always on my mind....

Sometimes old country makes me smile (odd because country is not my favorite), and for some reason Willie reminds me of my Dad which always makes me smile.

What to write about....

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
(the Beatles)

I write posts in my head, all the time. Sadly little posts, happily little posts, angry little posts. I think of them as writing entries to the diary of my soul. But when it comes time to write it out for others to read, I find myself hesitant. The words fly away from my. Little doves taking flight. Leaving me with nothing to coo about.

I could tell the world how beautiful Houston is at the moment. It almost seems like spring outside.

I could write about plans to watch the national championship tonight; and the bet that I stupidly made when Texas lost to Ohio early in the season. Let's just say I need Miami to pull out a miracle.

I could write about sweet puppies and lazy weekends. Or my new neighbor that has taken to sending me plates of food.

I have much to tell but nothing to say. Such is life. At least I have nothing to say with a smile.

Friday's Child Redux

By request giving you normal guys - no models here in this little corner of the web. Just plain normal everyday guys. purr...................

P.S. To the guys that are strangers in this photo. Please don't think me rude. Several of you are just plain adorable.

Friday's Child

giving you medical advice (see a physician) and watching out for your general well being! XOXOXOX

Some Days

you feel like crying and some days you feel like dancing. Today is a dancing day. I can't explain it, but perhaps to say that my fierce determination to make this a happy year is still intact a scant 4 days into the new year. But here I sit dancing along to music while I work. Perhaps the attorneys will not have me committed just yet. At least I don't have access to a pole.

These are a few of my favorite things.....

Dill pickles, Red Bull, Midol and Moses Guest playing from my computer as I work. In the immortal words of Ice Cube - "Hell ya, It was a good day." All things considered.

New Year's Resolutions

his year I shall smile more. That is my one and only new year's resolution. Everyday I will find the joy in my life and celebrate it.

I wish a happy and joyful new year to everyone.