Blabbering

adrift
the tide pulling
the swell over the moonlit water
calms as i approach the shore
and there an image
a silhouette against the silver moon
but still i know
the eyes that will look into mine
before my foot sinks into the liquid sand
your arms surround me
with promises
of something more than wonderful
promises of being all
two existences blend easily into one

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

So anyways, as it was bound to happen, but I was pretty much in denial that it would...

I finally met her.

Who you may wonder? Because you're all nosey like.

The fiancee. Not just any fiancee. But the ex-husband's fiancee.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Really. It shouldn't matter right? After all...you may say...you filed the divorce...You. You. You.

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say

One of the things I find sad not having blogged for so long, is that a few of my favorite writers have closed down their blogs and moved on. Or if they haven't already, will be in the near future.

Yes! I got so much done today!

-I did laundry

-I gussied up and went out and ate Chinese food (yum!)

-I beat Peart in 3 games of progressive pins and 1 game of baseball on the Wii(iiii!!!)

-I painted not one, but 2 paintings(!!!)

And lastly but not leastly, Peart and I have been working on updating this puppy. Sure it looks like the same ole Pepto Bismal explosion that it's been for the past two years. But very soon my lovelies...very soon...

Sorry for the lack of posting. Major changes afoot and I'm coming to my senses.

Plus, I can barely stand to look at this page right now.

It's sooooo insanely pink!!!

What in the world was I thinking???

Mon dieu! I feel in flux. Not in acid re-flux...but as in unrest. Lately, I just wish I knew all the right things to do and the right things to say.

And if I've called you lately and hung up before you can answer or before leaving a message...it's the flux.

I finally am calling these finished. I've been working on them since the beginning of April and have been contemplating them each night after dinner.

So I wish I could write I've been away due to winning tons of moola in the lottery and running-off to some fantabulous destination where I'm being spoiled by gorgeous men who are wearing next to nothing while giving me back rubs while I sip on Mojitos.

Yeah.

I wish.

Truth.

I've been working like an insane person for the past month. So much so, that around midnight is my usual clocking out time. And it's only been today that I started to finally feel it. Okay, well actually, I felt it first last Saturday, but I got to yell at my ex-husband so I was good for a few days. Yeah...today, I can say for certain...I am feeling the loopy.

For those of you who aren't yet aware that the very funny, smart, geniusly creative and tall, Paul Davidson, is coming out with a new book, The Lost Blogs: From Jesus to Jim Morrison--The Historically Inaccurate and Totally Fictitious Cyber Diaries of Everyone Worth Knowing, in May 2006, you my friends are now being...well being made aware.

Okay so I didn't get the yard work done yesterday that I had intended . Did I ever mention before that the intentions I often to go sleep with are not the same intentions I wake up to each morning? Cause that right there explains it. Basically I took a shower and put on clean pajamas! If it wasn't for Peart bribing me with the promise of a special dinner at a new Spanish restraunt in PB, I would have remained in pajamas the entire day and evening.

Ah yes, and somehow I made it through the week.

If it wasn't the flu and then a horrendous cold brought on by a heatwave followed by artic weather, followed by another heatwave, it was the increasingly hostile co-worker working her voodoo to instill within moi cranium a migraine the size of New Jersey.

Okay so maybe the size of New Jersey is a bit much. But seriously the headache was much too large to fit into even my overly large melon.

Saturday. Yay! And the best part ofcourse it's a 3 day weekend!

Thank you Mr. Presidents!

So yes, it's Saturday and while I'm sure ya'll are getting your drink and grooves on, I spent mine getting my shopping, worms, eating, and painting on. And that's only cause I live totally dangerously you see.

By the way...the worms were not for my eating pleasure, but for our gecko Lizardo. He likes to eat worms. Me? I can't stand them and the thought of them gives me the heebie geebies. But I have to admit...watching that little fella stalk and then attack the icky little creatures brings back childhood memories and the thrill we used to get watching Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.

A few ladies in the office were running a pool this morning. The pool being, what time "I" would receive a flower delivery today. At stake was a box of See's candy.

I'm sorry to announce, no one won the candy because I didn't receive any flowers!

Oh well. I guess they'll all just have to share the box of See's and I'm gonna have to buy my own damn flowers.

I have pretty much given up the hopes for an overly romantic Valentine's Day. Which is kinda fine and it's kinda not. Because who is picking up the slack for the overly romantic missing in my life? The WeeOne!

The moon last night, she was lovely! She was poised in the east sky most of the evening and I had a perfect view of her out of my bedroom window.

*sigh*

Speaking of moons, my little fella started up karate again. While he remembers all his moves from classes last year, the poor guy is a bit awkward, being that my little guy isnt so little for a seven year old. He seems to have half the grace of the other 7 year olds who are half his size. Trade offs, I know. But still Im a proud mommy when I watch him do his ready stances, strong horse, high-mid-low blocks, kicks and punches.