Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Blessings!

Back on May 2nd, I wrote about the missing tankers and seems we have two more out of San Antonio that were conviscated by unknowns just last night.  Do I think it is terrorism?  Hell, yes.  Once again, I wrote the FBI.  I doubt if they read what I sent.   How much does anyone really listen to us ? 

Today is a very important day for me.  Besides being a full moon, oops forgot to light the candle, its a day a contract was forged that forever changed my life. 

I'll go to the downtown celebration we have on Wednesdays.  Its my favorite thing about Vallejo.  Tomorrow of course, will be open mic night--poetry!  woohoo.

Alma is back, too, safe and sound.  She was gone, and now knows we had not forgot about her.  How can you ever forget those you love?

Be blessed this day all you people.

Tuesday, June 1, 2004

Divorce?

 

If a man ever threatened divorce and you saw that it would be counter-productive for you both, remember that for men, one's word means everything.  Show them the escape clause in your marriage contract--the death do ya part line.  Then say:

"See?  Divorce isn't allowed.  Marriage is a contract not made to be broken. Yet we cry foul and forget to read the bottom line.  Its a death do you part thing.  One of us has to die, and I'm not ready to die yet, so carefully consider your next move."   <smile> 

(No hypocrisy here honey.) 

some thoughts

The vineyards are lovely

against this backdrop.

Misted fog rolls

through the canyons up ahead

Sure to kiss the vineyards and

Warm the gilded hills as

they blush under the setting sun.

Used to watch every sunrise

now its the sunsets.

Metaphors follow us

as we do the sad song.

 

Broken to Lost-Journey to Treasure

I've got some errands to run, its nearly 10 here on Tuesday.  Okay, so I've got a ton of errands to run and I don't wish to, but unless I wake from this nervous breakdown real soon, I'll die under the burden of things left undone. 
I lost my heart you know.  Unless you are a brave soul, do not contact me.  I'm ruthless and unforgiving right now, way beyond bitter. ( can i get some bitters with that sour?)  So, instead of doing all my chores, I'm going out to buy some sneakers, sweat some, and walk walk walk.  Yes, I'll be looking for my heart.  Last time I remember having had it, it was broken.  When I find my heart, I'll contact you who aren't my friends.  I only have patience with those who love me back right now.  I want to love the rest of you as I once did, I want to.  I want that spring time innocence back, so I don't begrudge you of what little pleasures we can find in this life.  I hope when I do come back, I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me of my anger and lack of respect towards you.  I wasn't born to be this way.  I've allowed life's circumstances to rot me out is all.  See you all real soon, I hope and until then, have fun, enjoy life, and please take good care of yourself.

Monday, May 31, 2004

Ever remember a kiss?  Right now, I can feel his lips and taste him.  He tastes so clean, always.  I love the way he looked into my eyes and smiled.  I always knew he was going to massage my breasts and pay great attention to my nipples.  I'd be squirming as I drove and he would still do that.  He loved my legs, yes.  He loved my knees and claimed I had the sexiest knees he had seen.  Sexually he and I were a fit if there ever was one.  But, so much more than that, I loved him. I still do.  I always will.  My heart. It hurts.  He has gone now.

Life of trivial pursuits

There are excuses for chatting in chat rooms, like...I don't want to be alone, I want to bug others, I want to find my meal ticket, I'm looking for a way out of a relationship but too afraid to go it alone, oh its so fun ( get them to describe why), and for <cough> sex.  I used to think the people were half the way intelligent, but they have proved they aren't.  For those who want to find love, get out of the fucking chats because the only people willing to give you something close to that are players and you are just one more willing conquest. Enough said about that.

There are others who go there who are thinking about killing themselves.  Yes, they are convinced that not one soul would miss them if they did themselves in.  Their life outside sucks and online its made worse by the brash insensitivites (thanks for that word, J).  I've known a few and since I've been going through my own problems, I realize how true it is, that if folks ever do miss you, its when its far too late to do anything about it.(LY Wendy and Valerie andTy Lord for Robert.)

I came to that chat and loved folks, really loved them, got involved in their messes and cried to them, too, when I created messes of my own; but then I did something I had to do.  I pulled myself out of the chat.  That's right.  I kicked myself out because there became so few I could respect and they are always surrounded by duplicitous yo yos not equipped to interact socially on the internet let alone in public.  Until I heal and can live ammicably along side the internet inept, I'll be staying away.  They would all be shouting hooray if they didn't have their noses so far up some assholes  asshole.

Its Memorial Day

Everyone got breakfast in bed this morning.  My mother-n-law told me I didn't have to do that for her.  She dislikes it if I am accomodating.  She seems to be looking for a reason to dislike me these days.  The boys say it is because she is old, but I know different. 

My sons were excited and so was my hubby.  I was able to please 3 out of 4--not bad.  Not bad at all.

I just paused for a very long time taking a chance that I would be booted.  Well, I'm back.   After I got booted, I cut my husband's hair.  Dan, Mom and hubby are going to the movies to see Troy.  I do believe they will be disappointed.  In order to act through an epic such as this, you have to make history, that portion of it, your passion.  I have a feeling the acting will be flat in comparison to the story they wish to rehash.  Guess I'll know soon enough. 

The one good thing is, I'll pretty much be alone.  Jess will be out in the neighborhood being the king of the road.  I'll be going back to bed.  There I can hide for a few hours at least.  Ho Hum.