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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never. 
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
D~, How are you? Did you get my text about going to Ladies Tea on 7Dec? I miss you much and hope to see you before this year is out. I had to share because it is just incredible how galling this man I've been attached to can be! G wants to spend the night at a friends house this coming Friday. I told her it's her fathers weekend so she'd have to ask him if it's all right. She calls and asks, he wants to talk to me. Him murmuring and static on the phone: ...kids on Thanksgiving? Me: sorry, what? Him: Do you have plans on Thanksgiving? Me: Yes, dinner at my folks. Me: you want the kids for Thanksgiving?" Him chuckling: Yeah! it is my year to have the kids. Me: Oh, I didn't know you were going to want them. Strange you're telling me this the week of Thanksgiving. Him: Well if you have plans... Me: No, it's your year for the holidays. I don't want to deny you any privileges. Him: Let me call you back. While I'm waiting for him, G's been in the room the whole time. I asked her if her father told them they'd be with him for Thanksgiving. She says no. He calls back. Me: You haven't taken them for any other of your scheduled holidays this year. So, absolutely have the kids for the holiday. Him: You already have plans so let's just keep them as it is. Me: It's ok. This is your year. Him: No, you keep your plans. Me: Oh, ok. The rest was just blahblah filler. G heard it all. She kept giving me hugs and telling me she loved me afterward. Now that I understand this game, I've adapted and know I have to let the kids see more of the real instead of shielding them from it. I took your advice too and told the kids that as they're off during Winter Holiday, they should go and spend it with their dad. S said, "But you'll be all alone that week!" G looked at me cheekily and said, "you're trying to get rid of us!" It's just those sort of comments that make me realise, no matter what B wants to think, he's not at all slick. The kids do know what side their bread is buttered. I was just a too-good motherwife training the kids to respect a delinquent dad. It's better that they see him for what he is by his actions and deeds than anything I could ever enlighten them about him. It feels good to tell a story. It relieves the stress. I've quit cigarettes again too. I do like a couple on occasion but my body hates me for it. I'm off work until Black Friday and will be out and about grocery shopping but I have to conserve: $325 to change the separation agreement and $710 for the actual divorce. I'm thinking of calling in some favours to my friends! haha Of course, B is true to character; dragging this out and not offering a dime to finish this. I don't see why I should ask, he already owes me $4000 - weak a$MoFo... *wink* Love you Woman, -- A~ Reply Hey Girl: 1. Ladies’ Tea – Definitely!!!! 2. She is of the age that she THINKS she knows everything, and she needs to bounce (just a little bit). He’s just being a guy…going through that phase where you (and others) can see him for the emotional / fatherly slacker he is. Do not feel guilty about her witnessing this. It is the truth and she is old enough to know the truth. His actions speak volumes…there’s nothing else you need to say. G has looked behind the curtain… I’m sorry you’re going through this. It’s all so familiar. Good luck on that 4 Grand. L ……………………………………………………… Since he’s not spending any time with you and the kids, I will assume that YMI is wildly popular now and will be nominated for a Grammy. “Measure of a Boy” …or is that Man? (Excuse) Song of the Year Rock On!!! holla@me Friday, October 17, 2008
Ok, maybe I took it a bit too literal... Chilled type day...listening to CD's (Laura Love rocks & YOU should listen to her)...left to pick up girl early cos I had something I had to do - swing at the park! I love to swing. I need to find a park that has really tall swings though. The one's around my way are kinda short so you can't get as high as I'd like. I jumped off of my swing twice - oh such fun for me. I've been accused of bein' a kid before. Last jump and I walk briskly across the field to wait under a tree. It's windy and while everyone I come across comments on the lovely weather, I can't help but feel the cold coming and I can't stand it. Being under the tree, I feel the shade invade my body and bring a chill that tries to creep into my bones...NO! You can't come in here, this is my only sanctuary! I need warmth, so I walk into the sun to be noticed by the crossing guard who's just arrived. I walk over to wait for my girl and we chit-chat. Eyes from cars, slow drive-bys, tapping of the horns, couple guys tryin' to holla - *yawn* - I've still not figured out if a smart-assed smirk or just no expression at all would be appropriate. I see no point in a smile at all; it'll be taken wrong and as if I'm getting an ego-boost from it. Put a paper bag over my head already! As my daughter is crossing the street, the crossing guard says, "You spit her right out A~." Of course, this is NOT the first time anybody has told me this however I decided to play, "Umm, a little more effort was required than just spit her out." He didn't quite know what to say. He stood and repeated what he said and I stated, "I can tell you from being there, I had to do quite a bit more work than spit to have her." Then he realised I was joking. Then he realized that the joke was for him and then on him. We both had a laugh and he told me that I should go home. heehee "Yes sir," I grinned as I turned on my heel and walked up the walkway. I could hear him still laughing... holla@me
holla@me Tuesday, September 16, 2008
~Ant~
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Knock and the door will be opened. Positivity Attraction Electricity Reaction
Labels: attraction, love, positive holla@me
Self-Preservation: The Meat of My Matter Current mood:  determined Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes Hard Realisation: I have been an overly domesticated female. I kept some wildishness/ wolfishness -- I homeschooled and thumbed my nose at those who judged me for it. I was able, though not as prolifically as in the past, to keep my creativity from crumbling into nothingness -- but, I let my Self go. I lulled myself into believing the little bits and pieces I did to keep me from death was enough. I totally let my music and poetry go. I was hanging onto my Self by a thread. I was going to bury what made me feel alive and free and sharp. I worked to convince myself I didn't care or need what I was missing. Now, I feel the void; a hollow pit in my torso that I want filled and though I know what will fill it, I am waiting. Waiting because I don't want to be trapped again. Life is full of easy and intricate ways of getting hurt, ensnared and sick. I haven't/ won't jump(ed) at any person, place or thing that catches my eye or ear. Have to stay grounded. At this time, I feel like I got away from what was starving my soul -- the water filling my lungs whilst clawing and scratching at anything to get away and not drown; running out of burning breath... What kind of way is that to live? I used what I could find and made it what I needed it to be to keep me afloat whilst making the choices to up heave every person, creature and thing in my life. Sometimes I cringe at myself not making waves sooner just so those around me could be comfortable. Sometimes I think myself selfish for not having it continue. I am healing my injuries on my own for now. I know it is necessary and must do this - understand where my head is at and where I want it to be. It doesn't mean that I don't long for this emptiness to cease; to have it filled; to stop feeling so cold. I know it will happen though - I hear people calling me; telling me it's time to do real work - to really change the world. I feel that so strong; I feel like I'm gonna explode. But me exploding with no focus won't do any good. I need to become aware of my abilities so I can use my powers for good. There's so much sadness in the world - we need people that recognise there must be balance. So, I tossed my life into the air with absolute regard and conviction; the goal of a better life for me and those I hold closest to my heart. Shape of My Heart - Sting holla@me Monday, May 12, 2008
got the asstmgr position @ Vans!!! woohoo. omg this is gr8. hope u & urs r doing wonderful. big love A~ holla@me Sunday, May 11, 2008
I have to say, You as a Mother ROX! The grind can get boring but U do it coz U R The Rock; the stone that keeps rolling. luv u sosolottamuch A~ holla@me Monday, December 17, 2007
G~ hates Mndys. Im jokin shes purposely not laughin. told her when she 4ces sour an angel dies & fairies cry. finally haha jeez A~ holla@me Saturday, December 15, 2007
OMG! in line to pik up recycling bins and it is MAD! good to know ppl r wanting to recycle. haha wish me luck A~ holla@me Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A~ silly mo': I forgot to tell you, all I take is vitamins and drunk like a fish. These r the keys to long life. It's my working theory anyways. holla@me Thursday, November 15, 2007
Oh I am so pleased!!! The kids are doing fabulous in school! Wonderfulbeautiful them - they keep me happy even when I'm blue holla@me Sunday, November 11, 2007
adverts on buses: I am not giving up and I am not giving in. Achieve Change hugs to all my crew. miss U holla@me Friday, November 09, 2007
DANCING IS A CRIME Teen arrested for doing C-Dance in Baltimore charged for disorderly conduct while cop interviews panhandler @ bus stop No wonder kids dont have much respect for police Ridiculous bullship like this will make the PO look like clowns everytime Dont they get it yet? holla@me Thursday, November 08, 2007
VENN DIAGRAM How is it that this person has got me so workedup and wantin to jump all over 'em? Certain characteristics are overlapping... whew holla@me Sunday, November 04, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Marriage. Women and men are told what a marriage is supposed to be. We as humans are born and must follow our parents rules, struggling to be recognized as independent. Then we become indepent, slowly defining and fine-tuning, finding our integral selves. We meet a person that is mutually attracted by our individuality and independence. We get engaged…the big day…then the marriage begins. But what is marriage? For some reason, we forget ourselves; sacrificing for the greater ___. We don’t talk about the changes we make in ourselves for “the marriage.” We keep silent about it – that we lose ourselves. And talking about it is very difficult because we are told marriage is about sacrifice. We don’t want to look ungrateful. We don’t want to explain that we feel ourselves a sham. We believe the lie that is told to us is marriage and we get pulled by the riptide and drug to the bottom by the undertow. It is sad because it doesn’t have to be that way. Why do we as a society think that the true measure of a successful marriage is to portray the Brady’s or Huxtable’s? Why do we think that dysfunction is arguing? The real dysfunction is pride - NOT talking; keeping the struggle inside and letting it fester. The person you fall in love with, who falls in love with you, believes that each is equally bringing their “true selves” to the table, flaws and all. When engagement and marriage is sealed with a kiss, what is forgotten is that what you each fell in love with is what you wanted to be bound to for the rest of your lives. It is a shame that the “fairytale” society tells us is to change, sacrifice and even suffer for the sake of that same fairytale. It is an injustice to ourselves, our children too, to continue to propagate a falsity that causes people to never speak or get needed help when things must be corrected – that those married don’t even feel they have the right to speak to their partner about concerns or problems. When a marriage is over and the reason given is “you’ve changed,” it is overlooked that the change was the loss of identity – the perceived sacrifices that were made. And someone is stuck thinking, “I made those sacrifices for you!” But think about it, did you make those sacrifices because you were asked or told to or because you thought that was your role in the relationship? We are taught that love and dedication is sacrificing, whether that is for your family, spouse, friends, job or children. To an extent that is true, but one thing I have told anyone that is closest to me, and asks me, is that you must take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone. That is key! You have to feel good about yourself if you want to show your love and dedication to any. Otherwise, the insecurities leak out and some people in this world will take advantage of that. Labels: change, dedication, family, love, marriage, sacrifice, spouse holla@me Saturday, August 18, 2007
Look `em up; tell me what you find though, I only have my books and thoughts - I won't be any help on the internet. This is in no order whatsoever. Those in Bedlam will/can/may/have put it together nicely, I'm sure. *humming her own little tune* Updated: I do spell-checking in my head; sometimes goes on the fritz (not _you_ Fritz! haha). Always reworking my work and get back to it when I can. Oopsie! phwoah/phwoar TMI 17.40 remove 19.21 again 19.33 - 19.58 unique one odd pansexual(comebacktowhatImeanonthat...) enchant strange nunk The Dedicarte Association alcansaria ton only heap farmhouse asshole prophet pienza wine good food warm chocolate bittersweet coffee crazy corset breathless lawyers let down hence jigsaw scent stars crumbliest guns girl voice wonderland headspace tasted Fall at Your Feet morals set suck Barbara Hutton money enemy sleep fall wild flakiest want tough friend rough shit saxophones scorn silver bells open corners dance thirteen majick power Friday slow separation thence library /bottled water surely is money wasted/you know it's not even fluoridated/ CBT Albert Ellis 1913-2007/ Ingmar Bergman 1918 - 2007/ Noctilucent Cloud/ Nina Simone/Jeff Buckley/ TH 16.41 - 17.06 noddle noddy node nodule noetic noggin picture soul body spirit organise home quit smoking wright job differentiation love justice walking sugarcoat prey Pied Piper piecemeal /prove it/prov't/provost/ contraction/ haplography copal contre-jour glory hole box hanuman hap happi happy happen ambisexual diploid dipthong hanger hangi hansel HERO nihilistic genocides stark survivors tell truth pedantic panting Google thesarus endurance tightness work psyche stretching sadism stop-gap use than/then beginnings complicated touch current contract oo-eer viscisous 17.48 - 17.56 dreams pleasure words rain puppet childhood addiction cry high Tri-M 15:36 - 16:32 dawn instinctual nap/sleep hollow journey angel mother lover woman goof prodigal shoulder emotional blow my mind yoga flexibility pain sing colloquialisms hazel run lifetime The Senior socks move on wet noodle balloons cigarettes smoke personality lovely bracelet Wild World coincidence face expression active adventurous self-sufficient saliva blood trouble robust blunt feats of agility, strength, exertion & endurance 16:46 - 18:54 translating manspeak whisper subliminal seduction manhandling warrior wonder woman soulseeker SM101 valkyrie vivi Exquisite Corpse funcrazy crazy vs. mad John Bull definitions pernoctate yoni yonks folkie vocation jolie laide titular Pallas Minerva Athena goddess of war & reason songsmith vs. songwriter vs. wordsmith tocsin tintinnabulation of the skin - tinkle TNT trinitrotoluene would your its it's to be certain maker or builder heroine serendipitous accede torment surrender inflict painful aching erotic keep it up herting immersed damn! never forget the kiss and hug holla@me Sunday, August 12, 2007
Nunk: Hindu - Hinduism Dictionary on Nunk nunk: A contemporary word coined by Catholic theologian Raimundo Panikkar to describe women contemplatives or female monks, in contrast to the word nun which commonly describes a religious teacher or service-oriented woman under vows. A nunk is a celibate woman following strict, perhaps austere and usually solitary, spiritual disciplines and lifestyle. By balancing the masculine and feminine energies within herself through sadhana and yoga, she is a complete being, detached from the thoughts and feelings of others, free to follow the contemplative and mystical life in pursuit of the Self within. To accomplish this, she works to permanently conquer her feminine instincts and the emotional tendencies of a woman's body. She strives to transmute her sexuality into the Divine, giving up her womanliness so thoroughly that she is indistinguishable from a monk. In Hinduism, nunks may be sannyasinis, yoginis or sadhikas. See: monastic, sannyasin, monk. (See also: Nunk , Hinduism, Body Mind and Soul) Monk: Hindu - Hinduism Dictionary on Monk monk: A celibate man wholly dedicated to religious life, either cenobitic (residing with others in a monastery) or anchoritic (living alone, as a hermit or mendicant). Literally, "one who lives alone" (from the Greek monos, "alone"). Through the practice of yoga, the control and transmutation of the masculine and feminine forces within himself, the monk is a complete being, free to follow the contemplative and mystic life toward realization of the Self within. Benevolent and strong, courageous, fearless, not entangled in the thoughts and feelings of others, monks are affectionately detached from society, defenders of the faith, kind, loving and ever-flowing with timely wisdom. A synonym for monastic. Its feminine counterpart is nunk. See: monastic, sannyasin, nunk. (See also: Monk , Hinduism, Body Mind and Soul) OK, maybe I can sleep tonight. Learned something _very_ interesting and new today. Labels: Body Mind and Soul, Hinduism, Monk, Nunk holla@me Saturday, August 11, 2007
Kids were given the gift of going to Borders books and lunch by their Mema. Very cool gesture, I'm gonna do that... one day... Anyways, so we get to their house so's we can carpool w/Poppi - it was good; his driving is a bit choppy (but that, is another story) though I didn't have to drive so *shrug* I had music in my head that I was singing (soothes me) and so he kept convo to a minimum to be able to hear me. *grinning* We arrive at Borders and right in the front was this red hardcover with black and gold writing - Gonn and Hal Iggulden's The Dangerous Book for Boys. As Mema was handing out the gift cards to the kids and telling them to have fun (I like the term 'have at it' meself), I was reading the coverplate of the book and somewhere between "Don't worry about..." and "...genius and don't worry about not being clever," I knew I wanted the book. Mema gave me a smile and handed me a gift card too. And 30% off the book too! Ya know how much I like gettin' deals. This book has a warning note for parents too - maybe that's what got me. Or maybe it is the back of the book: "Recapture Sunday afternoons and long summer days. The perfect book for every boy from eight to eighty." Moving on, I told my SIL that I had to have this book and _eventually_ read it (I got a friggin' backlog of like 40 books right now, not my typical but I've not made the time, had the time...excuses excuses). She thought it was interesting. I said as I'm a boy, I needed to find ways of keepin' myself out of trouble and she laughed. My son pointed out I wasn't a boy - I told him that was debatable. Even bigger laugh from SIL, and that made me *smile*. Not surprisingly, my daughter said she was a boy too. This brings up a very interesting point - physically, we are NOT boys - yeah, I know, newsflash eh? We know all about this but there is that difference of not fitting in. This doesn't apply to my girl. She has girlfriends and does the whole girly-thing that I haven't managed to grasp yet in my years. There are males I can hang with that get me and those that just say they do and those that don't at all. It's only been a handful of females that get me and we hang-on to each other. So, what I've been doing is working with my girl to understand that one should never sacrifice their time to a boy just for attention; your _real_ girfriends should always be there for you when you call; don't be afraid to flex a mental or physical muscle to get your point across but less is more most of the time; NEVER leave a girl behind on Girls Night Out (and I've gotten into a few arguments with the chickees, and the gross-guys that tried to pick `em up, I've gone out with); always be true to yourself - you are your own best compass (ha! except when you're not); beauty has nothing to do with the outside, it is all about how well you take care of your inside - where soul meets body. There are quite a few more lessons in there somewhere, they get picked up and taught along the way. These aren't necessarily girl-talk convos, I tell my boy all about it too but it has to start somewhere. It is discouraging to see how people are getting nowadays, but that, is another story... Conan the Barbarian - awesome film. Labels: boys, clever, danger, determination, Gonn, Hal, honest, Iggulden, kind, loyal, perserverance, summer, The Dangerous Book for Boys holla@me Sunday, July 29, 2007
Remember to go through to sweetongeeks and that geek site to check out if there's a contact. I'd like to meet that James~ guy. Well, he's co-founder so I may be being a little too blunt about it, but hey, we geek girls can't help that we're a bit socially-inept at times. I'd only behave with less decorum if I'm alone with him. *giggling shrug* I enjoy making things a bit difficult. Oh well, what's the worst can happen...friendship? Who knows, could be a mutually fulfilling and beneficial relationship. hmm. *winking* I'm convinced anyway that's how it works for me. I'm friends with a lot but not many know me, except for those that know me. umm...hee-hee! Labels: dorks, intelligence, nerds, science, smart, Sweet on Geeks holla@me Saturday, July 28, 2007
If There's Any Justice-James Blunt If there's any justice in the world, I would be your man, You would be my girl, If i'd found you first you know its true, He would be alone, I would be with you. When you decide, dont let me down, Coz there's nothing to be certain in my life, And you've seen a thousand times There's not much justice in the world If there's any justice in your heart, You love really changed, Ease it into heart, Why dont you remember how it feels, Not to give a damn, For anyone but me I cant believe you'd be decieved, Changing memories from truth to fantasy, Where there's nothing left but tears, there's not much justice in the world Just because he's wrapped around your finger, Don't fool yourself with dreams that might appear, everytime you'll stop and trust your feelings, The truth is out there somewhere It's just blowing in the wind If there's any justice in the world, I would be your man, You would be my girl, If i'd found you first you know its true, He would be alone, I would be with you, When you decide, dont let me down, Coz there's nothing to be certain in my life, And you've seen a thousand times There's not much justice in the world If I should lose you girl you know, That theres not much justice in the world ~*~*~*~*~*~ Why can't I find someone like this? I sometimes feel there is no justice in the world. The only place I'll find a Love like this in in myself...in my dreams. *sigh* And I'm still waiting for rain. I've been unavilable everytime there is a shower. Labels: James Blunt, longing, love, sadness holla@me Friday, July 20, 2007
The Story of The Queen of Spades A long long time ago, I can still remember how that club underneath the bar smelled. It happened one night, a celebration for a friend, that a side show performed. "Who wants to volunteer?" Someone raised my hand. Now it's not that I was nervous or shy. I didn't know what to expect; I had just arrived. "You," he said be my guest. And I figured I would do my best. So up I went. He held a deck of cards and wanted me to examine them. I shuffled once for good measure ... I didn't know the trick. And he fanned out a deck of cards saying in his performers voice, "Pick one." I made my choice, placed it in my shirt pocket. The man took the cards and with classic flourish and flair, ripped the entire deck in half, then handed the two halves back to me. "You'll want to look at those," he stated with a smile. "Did you look at your card?" I held the deck; then threw them away. I looked at the card in my pocket: Queen of Spades. We weren't surprised...matter of fact it was classic in my case. *Oddly, what happened just one month ago has seemed to fit in my current circumstances.* Labels: True Story holla@me Thursday, July 19, 2007
I swear, if I were a _tad_ smarter, I would have used the ridiculously fake persona that is on this blog as the bulk of something. I think I still can. Some very true and painful others a complete fabrication as it makes it easier to swallow the fuckedupedness that occurs when one is out of their head and making a point not to feel. Where has it gotten me? When we had to move from our last residence, I looked up at the ceiling and said in my mind, which eventually I started chanting, "My view will be different soon." I can't be bothered by those who say they love me giving me strange looks when I say I am a writer. what is up with that?!? You live your life, do your thing, pretend as you need. Why do you have to _rate_ what I do? Especially by a person that told me (when I was an adult) that she always knew when I was a child I'd grow up to be many things and yet never gave the support or help. Yet I'm supposed to grin and bear whatever is thrown at me. Silly woman, kicks are for Trids*. Done with those Trids; why didn't I see...oh I did, again uncomfortably numb. *a Trid is a silly, stupid person that doesn't give a damn about anything but their own small-minded goals.* Labels: Fake Fake Fake holla@me
I can tell, something not quite right with PC. Being led but in safe hands. All towards the good I know just tired of waiting Maroon5, KT Tunstall Labels: Creativity all `round holla@me
My Aching Feet They've seen much more worse for wear but been A walking after midnight for several days (not this morning though; too exhausted and can barely breathe from so many delicious tasty morsels of what _will_ come) and my souls are swollen, even the toes. The damage I did...umm, last year? year before last? to the soles blistering fully have left them very hard and rough. I'm tired of rough. I need a permanent spa. A place of comfort and rain. A place where I can attend to my angels without the stress of frustrating, uneccessary bullshit for no other reason than pride to admit mistakes preventing any forward motion in the wright direction. It isn't worth it. Has it ever been? *did I say that aloud* I think it should be said out loud! I've been murmuring, mumbling, speaking, signing, calling, writing, listening, supporting...all of it has done nothing but left me in a lurch. And what the fuck is up with me thinking I could hide in a corner? How stupid! Was I really going to hide my head in some mundane that everyone `round me seems to think is all right? MAD! Bonkers! It was making me bonkers too. It shows on me and my angels...my being drained. Passports Labels: Aching holla@me
Funny... Lighting something embers flew; more concerned about my shorts than the fact an ember ended on my wrist and was burning in. I saw it; watched it; didn't realy caer about it as it took a few seconds to burn out. There is a mark - it's nothing. If I hadn't seen it happen, I prolly wouldn't know where it came from. such is life: sunshine and daisies... Wearing Mothers ring...got it a short time ago as a present from the kids and... seemed surprised I called it My Mothers ring though was told why the inscription reads as it does. I dun get it Labels: So tired...compelled holla@me Wednesday, July 18, 2007
And I'm exhausted So tired Try to sleep in a rigid bed all it does it hurt My back, my shoulders, my skin But my brain is flying toyou of you I am with you I want to be I really want to be I'm so tired Trying to breathe life Into something that kollaapsed into itself No matter how I try to build To find a way To make it work I'm am fought This I cannot endure No longer My patience is losing My mind is aching I've worn the brokensmile It doesn't suit `Cause I am the Queen of Spades and I have the card to prove't No not whisked away by happenstance But by a more than lucky chance I'm glad you got to see me dance And I still will All through your soul And lift you up I see your goal And I want to know them all I'm tired of waiting Making do I've already paid My fucking dues How long does One stay In a *beautiful* cage That they have made? And I'm still tired So Exhausted The bed feels so taut At least the sheets were fairly fresh And I'm sat here at this desk Simmering, smoldering, needing and really wanting you holla@me
Tough What’s tough? Daughter asked if some of the neighbor kids (getting to be friends I guess) could come inside the house. It’s not that I don’t want people in my house (although, it isn’t as tidy as I’d like…as I used to be able to keep it heh) but gimme a break! It’s Summer! Nice, clear sky, just another lovely Summer day. I was gonna say no but then figured something in a flash. “You can come in if you clean the floor.” ROFL!!! Yes, this is me. I thought, maybe they will, prolly not. These children said, “OK!!!” HA! Success! My dude stood in amazement. I dunno why though? haha They went inside and found themselves downstairs gawping at all the Legos we have. I was fine with that, but make no mistake… I got together the ingredients and had them bring up the Rainbow to clean the floor. In the midst of this, a straggler came in to work (LOL) as another asked if they were getting paid. “You got to come into my house,” I reminded him. His jaw dropped, but he didn’t move to leave. “What about a snack or some soda/juice?” he countered. “You can have some water fresh from my tap,” I stated pointedly. “How do you clean the floors?” “With your hands and arms,” I answered. tee-hee And, of course he helped. They all did, good kids they are. My girl kept them on task while I checked every now and again. BEFORE all this, I had already given my boy permission to play video games, so… While the crew was vacuuming and wet Swiffering, I asked B- to help me gather the stuff for s'mores. I hate s'mores, but it works for most people who like sweets. After the chores were finished, the kids made their own dessert. Funnily enough, my boy comes around after his video-game time (AND work completed! hmmm...) and asked if he could have dessert or if it was too late? I informed him, “If you want dessert, you’ll have to do work just like the rest of the kids did, including your sister.” He just stared at me. I stared back. He walked away. He came back. “What kind of work will I have to do?” “You’ll have to Rainbow the rest of the Middle-Level.” He just stared at me, maybe a bit of contempt in his face. "That's what you'll have to do." *shrug* He kinda stalked off, but that's ok, he processed. I knew he would/could/should. Is it mean to say I was so laughing at him on the inside? Labels: Just bein' a Mother holla@me
Can't believe it! Went looking for a few lyrics and found these...different versions too! I'm still reading them. This is what I've finished (and really enjoyed) so far. I guess I'll just keep adding to this blog... I'm lucky, I think, finding these. James Blunt - Alright Tonight Lyrics "If you want to you can stick around, 'Cause it’s alright, tonight," She said. "I will stay here, stay with you 'Cause you're alright, tonight." And I, I hoped that things would turn Out my way 'cause she's alright, tonight She said "This is fun! This is good; yes! It's alright, it's alright." (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk and go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. We made out now, we made up, yeah. We made love for the world cup I said, “I want things I've never had before.” She said, "Alright, tonight." So we entered heaven to accept our fate, And to sum it up baby, it was great, yeah. It's not often that I see the light but it's - it's alright, it's alright. (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. Here she comes again now Here she comes again now Here we go again now [Do you want this one night stand] 3x [all right all right] (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. 3x It's alright. 15x [You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too.] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ James Blunt – In Flowers / Butterfly Lyrics You're A butterfly and you want to be in flowers and you want to meet Dalai Lama reach nirvana because I love you love me I just want you to be in flowers with me I'm A little child and I want to be held in your arms any fool can see that it's nothing new that I need you because I love you love me I just want you to see the little child in me there's A butterfly that’s in my heart it lives in me when we're apart but preferably you stay with me because I love you love me I just want you to be the butterfly in me &^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^% जेम्स ब्लुन्त - इत'एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे ल्य्रिच्स ई कैन’त स्टैंड तो फ्लाई ई’म नॉट ठाट नैव ई’म जुस्त आउट तो फंड थे बेत्तेर पार्ट ऑफ़ मे ई’म मोरे थान अ बर्ड…ई’म मोरे थान अ प्लेन मोरे थान सोम प्रेत्त्य फस बेसिदे अ ट्रेन इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे विष ठाट ई कोउल्ड क्रय फाल उपों मय क्नीस फंड अ वय तो लिए अबाउट अ होम ई’ल नेवर सी इत मई सौन्द अब्सुर्द…बुत डॉन’त बी नैव एवें हेरोएस हवे थे राईट तो ब्लीद ई मई बी दिस्तुर्बेद…बुत वों’त यू कोन्सदे एवें हेरोएस हवे थे राईट तो ड्रीम इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे उप, उप ऎंड अवय…अवय फ्रॉम मे इत’एस अल राईट…यू कैन अल स्लीप सौन्द तोनिघ्त ई’म नॉट क्रेज्य…ओर अन्य्थिंग… ई कैन’त स्टैंड तो फ्लाई ई’म नॉट ठाट नैव में वेरें’त मेंत तो रीड विथ क्लौड्स बेत्वीं थेइर क्नीस ई’म ओनली अ मन इन अ सिल्ली रेड शीट दिग्गिंग फ़ॉर क्र्य्प्तोनिते ओं थिस वन वय स्ट्रीट ओनली अ मन इन अ फुन्न्य रेड शीट लूकिंग फ़ॉर स्पेशल थिंग्स इनसाइड ऑफ़ मे इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे. Labels: anger, frustration, James Blunt, love, lust holla@me
YMI's Untitled - Lyrics: B. Adil Cruisin' down the road Troubles on my mind I look for nothing then rewind Life To when I was a boy being brushed away it takes its toll on how we relate All my life my heart was on loan you're kinds to others but not your own Look at me now and try to plead your case When all the evidence has been erased Everytime I turn around and look at your face I know I gotta get out... Outta this place Had a young son right in the palm of your hand To mold him into someone you're proud to call a friend Can you sit there and tell me this was part of your plan To take a little child and make a mess of a man Thinkin' I need to atone Made time for others but left me alone Look at me now and try to plead your case When all the evidence has been erased Everytime I turn around and look at your face I know I gotta get out... Outta this place Had a young son right in the palm of your hand To mold him into someone you're proud to call a friend Can you sit there and tell me this was part of your plan To take a little child and make a mess of a man © 2007, YMI Labels: finally..., Gave me chills listening to it live holla@me |
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