A pale figure

creeps into my world

draining my thoughts

a vampire to my mind

sinking his teeth for nourishment

then leaving me desserted

in this strange place

with no meaning

no discernment

no ability

to cope.

 


Below are a list of words in Tumbleweed Language.


Bicus- Music. But only that music that he enjoys, all the rest as of yet is called "off".

Dooooor- Door or Dora, depending on context. If there is none, assume it is Dora.

Sak- Presumably, snack. However, Sak has the typical meaning of something containing large amounts of sugar that will most definately ruin the chance of eating vegetables at the next meal.

Guh  D'Go Go- Go Diego, Go! (cartoon character)

My favorite pair of shoes is a pair of pointy-toed black slide pumps with white stitching. These are the shoes I wear when I want to feel sexy, powerful, confident, and feminine all at the same time.  There is just something about wearing them that boosts my energy and esteem.  I'm smarter, taller, slimmer, prettier... you name it... in these shoes.

Hubby got a job offer today to coach girls' basketball. It's part time so he can continue to work at this other full time job!
Here's hoping it all works out.

Take me for a ride
flyin' way up high in the sky
screamin' back down to earth
like a stone that was thrown
to heaven

Leave me alone
let me stand on my own
and make poor decisions
about life and love
and reasons

for them all

Spend the day with me
spend the night
pour my coffee
light
my cigarette

It doesn't mean much
It means everything
It doesn't mean everything
If it means nothing

to you

I'm sure there are things to write about. But right now things are just so darn busy!

Hey all- comment below and tell me what you are busy with these days. Maybe I'll write about that.

"There are ghosts from my past who own more of my soul than I thought I had given away. They linger in closets and under my bed and in pictures less proudly displayed. They steal away any sense of peace."

These are words from a Jennifer Knapp song I used to sing w/ a friend during college. Actually, he played the guitar while I sang. He thought there were certain people that should hear this song, what he never did fully understand is how much the song meant to me.

It's funny how things from your past can just pop up out of nowhere. Not meaning any harm, but dredging up memories better left beneath their protective layer of dust and debris. Some things shouldn't matter anymore. Some things don't matter anymore. But that doesn't stop them from leaving that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. The Why Hole.

You know what I mean: the empty feeling you can't fill no matter how much you try to reason out why something happened. Even if you manage to come up with an answer you can feel it falling down into the deep pit of your stomach clattering around when it reaches the bottom- echoing out the reminder of it's emptiness.

I just have to remind myself. What I did then made me who I am now. And I like me. Because of that I wouldn't change a thing.

My son is a manipulator.
He has beautiful blue eyes with long dark lashes.
He has learned to use them.
I just assumed that all children knew how to make their eyes sparkle and shine when they want something. But I was around my cousin's two year old son this weekend, and while he was VERY cute, he had not learned the fine art of flirting to get his way.

I'm not as good with words as some of my friends or I could accurately explain to you how he comes up to me with a box of crackers from the pantry (which he knows he's not supposed to get into), bows his head, smiles and cuts his eyes up at me in a way that says: I am so very cute and soft and loveable- please can I have a cracker? And of course, I can't get onto him for getting in the pantry when he is that cute. And of course, he gets a cracker.

See, I even go back and read this and it doesn't portray the cuteness involved.

I pity the two year old girls in the area. One day they will be teenagers and they will see my son's eyes sparkle and they will melt. But- he doesn't slow down for attention unless he is getting something in return. There will be many hearts broken on Oklahoma in a few years.

Several months ago a friend called me and asked if I was interested in meeting with a group of people who would like to get together to produce some quality plays in our area. It might take us chipping in some of our own money and time, but I think there is an audience for it, said this friend.
So we met. Thirteen of us. Some of which have several years of education and training in theatre, some in music, some in literature, some in psychology. During the meeting we were all excited that everyone there had exceptional talent in regards to theatre. At least, that's what was said.

As it turns out, most of the group do not think that we are all exceptionally talented. Only those with theatre degrees, music degrees and literature degrees. Apparently not psychology degrees. It seems those with psychology degrees have gotten on the nerves of one of the members because she doesn't think he is as smart as he thinks he is. It also appears that others feel she would be a great student: "please, let me be the one to teach her so I can bask in the glory of her brilliance when she is almost as good as me."

Psychology was encouraged to direct next season, even though she protested. No.No. We need to know that these folks can take direction under a woman; I have faith in you, just find a play you love and you'll do great.

Funny how things change when egos and chances to direct are on the line. It seems Psychology isn't qualified to direct unless she takes intense study under PhD and MFA. However, Bachelor Degree in Stupidity can assist under someone one time and he's good to go. Associates Degree from Tiniest College in America is qualified because she thinks PhD is Theatre God.

Psychology is considering withdrawing her proposition to direct. It is not in her nature to "prove people wrong." It is in her nature to say: Fine Do It Without Me. Psychology can direct. Psychology can direct better than Bachelor Degree in Live At Home With My Parents. Psychology could knock any of PhD's shows into the deep deep depths of the firey hell he thinks everyone is headed for. But, it is entirely possible no one will ever see that. Psychology thinks they may not deserve to see her show.

I hate this time of year.

It's hot. There is nothing going on. I am bored. Nothing entertains me. My mind wanders from thought to thought with no regard for order.

I feel as though I am in limbo- waiting on one thing to be over so the other one can start. The only problem with that is there is nothing ending and nothing beginning.

Summer, I guess.