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Archive - April 2008 Good Morning SomewherePosted Apr-30-08 21:04:57 PDT Updated May-04-08 00:36:28 PDT Good morning. This song combines some of my favorite things: fishing, country music, Brad Paisley and a great sense of humor. I can't find a video to embed here so till I do here's the lyrics. Let the toe tapping begin! I'm Gonna Miss Her lyrics Gotta love Brad Paisley.
Someone we missed here @ 12 dogs? KooK!!! Her welcome back Kook poem is in the next post.
Happy Day!!!
writing job wanted this is not the 12 dogs of ChristmasDear Mr. President.Posted Apr-29-08 01:23:44 PDT If you were president of the United States, what is the first thing that you will do? White House Correspondent's Dinner Craig Ferguson annotated reviewPosted Apr-28-08 18:36:33 PDT Updated Apr-29-08 14:43:00 PDT Nolen, don't read this. Please. :D And folks inorder to insult? The person being insulted has to care. Sorry. I'm a grown up. LOL. ***********Good morning!!!*********
LoL. Playlist AHAHAHAHAH :P to political wannabee wives everywhere Sara Bareilles * Bottle It Up* Little Voices ----*-------*-----------*---------------------------- to the rest of us... "...We have met the enemy and it ain't us..."
Good morning. Thanks. So sorry that you had to wail-I mean wait. But I had alot to do this morning and... Okay. I'm an Pessimistic Optimist . It's an inherited trait. Got it from my Dad. Nice man my Dad. Good teacher too. Not easy. With such a difficult student. But guess what. Even old dawgs can learn a new trick or two. So. ... What does a pessimistic optimist look like? Good question. Let's look and see. ************************** Oh and by the way my review of the WHCD. "...never stop arguing, never stop fighting, you cranky, magnificent bastards. God bless you and God bless America."(Who are you talking to? Can't be the press. Have you been paying attention??) Craig Ferguson, featured speaker at the 2008 White House Correspondent's Dinner ----------------------------------------------------------------
Tonight one of America's newest citizens reminded the President and the press of the importance of Free Speech and that reasonable people in America can and do disagree.
In a speech that sounded more like an old style politician (uhoh. lucy looks like another Desperate House Wife setting up her man for politics. LOL I think that would make an interesting Woman's Wrestling Match. Quick someone call Jen's agent. Honestly aren't we ladies smart enough to run our own campaigns? What's with the champions of women's lib that STILL approve of the least liberated woman's job in the World, The Politician's Wife. Look at Hillary Clinton. At least she had the guts to come out from under a rock into the sunshine. And go (Hillary) for it. And tell me again just why Michelle Obama is having to push her own rock star husband up Capital Hill? Huh? Why can't he do the pushing. :P ) Well folks I have to go sit outside in the sun and thank goodness for heaven. I kind of feel bad for Craig F. He seems a pretty good sort of person...for that reason and the fact that he got me to laugh in sorrow... Oh and because of this... "...I wanna be serious with you just for a second. I haven't been in Washington very long, but I've been here long enough to know that it's full of people who disagree on everything. From how to balance the budget to what tie is the most patriotic, you people can't agree on anything. The president doesn't like the press, the press doesn't like the president, everybody hates Chenney. Chenney loves that and thinks it's cool. I mean that's weird. I mean that's kind of pervy if you don't mind me saying so. But that--what I'm saying is this. I knew that when I came here that this room would be full of contenscious and contrary people. People who argue all the time. May I remind you, as a new American, we need that. That's what this place is all about. So please-never ever, ever agree with each other, never stop arguing, never stop fighting, you cranky, magnificent bastards. God bless you and God bless America." --Craig Ferguson, The Late Late Show and the featured speaker at the White House Correspondents Dinner tonight. Well actually Mr.Ferguson What we need is to get legislation passed and bring folks home in one piece.
Well?... to be continued... LOL... this is highly entertaining What's that saying it ain't over till the F... Somebody cue up that Tammy Wynette song... Get me the Lyle Lovett Version..."Sttaaanndd byyy youuurrr..." I don't have to use it but it always pays to be prepared. :D lighten up Gracie. This is a good thing. Trust me. (((hugs2u))) "Love Song"
Mr. Ferguson, is the host of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. Monday through Friday on CBS 11:30pm CST right after The Late Show with David Letterman. or you can find out more on the Late Late Show website: http://cbs.com/latenight/latelate
(Oh and by the way, may I say the funniest line of the night? Laura Bush's joke about being a Desperate House Wife, I had no idea that you were so funny.Of course you are a politician's wife. Mercy the life of a politician's wife. Is it like pushing that rock up that hill. Over and over and over and over.... Good question. Funny, I think somebody wrote a story about The Life of a Politician's Wife. The Myth of Sysiphus.) Guess it's time to listen to some more Sara Bareilles on her Little Voices ???AHAHAHAHHAHAH????????? LOL Remember. ASK QUESTIONS> DON'T ASSume.
Now Nolen. I told you not to read this. Hmm. You know Nolen, that was a good question earlier. So what's yer answer.
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Other quotes: "...Just think Pamela Anderson and Mitt Romney in the same room. Isn't that one of the signs of the Apocalypse. And that brings me to Dick..." President George Bush.
Nope it's just another day on Capital Hill. Meebee you should pay attention. LOL, Marie L.
Auntie Slacker New Letter LOLPosted Apr-28-08 15:21:37 PDT Updated Apr-28-08 18:34:19 PDT
Sorry if they're long. Auntie's readers tend to write in complete sentences. Auntie Slacker Dear Auntie Slacker, As you know I was guest of honor at the WHCD. Auntie-- "...Just think Pamela Anderson and Mitt Romney in the same room. Isn't that one of the signs of the Apocalypse..."
And that brings me to Dick..." President George Bush.
Dear George,
No darlin, it's just another day on Capital Hill. Meebee you should pay attention.
Sincerely, Auntie Slacker
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Letter to Auntie.
Dear Auntie, This morning my son came and hugged my neck and said he was glad that I was his mother. He'd been watching the movie Juno. Said he watched enough and just wanted to tell me something. What he had to tell me warmed my heart. He said Mom I love you. Thank you for being with me and thank you for being my mom. I'm glad that you stayed with me. Then he put his head on my shoulder like he did when he was young and we talked about the day and Transformers and growing up and growing old. He meant it. It was the best Mother's Day gift I have ever gotten in my entire time of being a mom. Our road hasn't always been easy. I do love him very much. I am grateful to have him as a son. Thanks Auntie for being there during his life and mine, Your great niece, Ann
Auntie writes-
Dear great niece Ann, Well good for you. Every parent hopes for the day when their child says, " I love you and thanks!" Most times the child doesn't say it till they're older. You son was always ahead of the curve.
I'm glad for you. Happy Mother's Day. Auntie Slacker
And now another letter. (lol a real one. keep 'em coming... I love this stuff.) This one is funny.
Dear Auntie Slacker, "...I am by nature a funloving, optimistic (and a little crazy) fellow who only wishes everyone could find humor and fun and love in all they do...BUT I am also a realist and know that even though it would be realllllly cool for that to happen ...it won't. I try to not let it bother me and for he most part do so....(there are times however ... lol) anyway....I enjoy the concersation(sic) with you even if it is "after the fact". ANd I love Oragutangs(sic).....they remind me of people. have a super day !!! ..." from, (name withheld for the sake of argument)
Dear (name withheld for the sake of argument), First off I know I added the (sic) in your letter. That wasn't a snark to you (name withheld for the sake of argument). In case you didn't know, (sic) is just a little editorial thingy to let people know that someone misspelled a word and since I know you value free speech I didn't want to edit your letter. Auntie Slacker)
Now the rest of my answer First, thanks for your input.
Second, UhHuh...okay.
Not a big fan of passive aggressive myself but I hear it's all the rage... Harhar. Yeppers... yeah... that's pretty much it. Auntie tries not to sweat the small stuff.
Thanks again, Auntie Slacker
next more serious letter in a few minutes... Dear Auntie Slacker, A fellow that I know has mistaken gratitude for love. I'm glad that folks have wanted to help him. The thing is now he is about to marry her. I like this man Auntie. I worry about him too. He has feeling for someone else Auntie. I know he told me. This is serious Auntie. When they ask the question, "Does anyone know of a reason why this ..." well you know the rest Auntie. What do I do?
Sincerely, Concerned
Dear Concerned, You two porcupines are idiots. Just hug each other already. You care for each other. You are the ones who have to live with your choices. No one else. So for heavensake just to something. Look. He's being helped by the MagPies and BlackWidow Society. You and I both know that group doesn't wed for life. Uh uh. They wed their husbands and then eat them. It's how they get their power. Dunno about your friend. We'll see. It maybe that he really is the gold digger your family feared he was. Or maybe he's just been swimming with the sharks too. If so he'll be watching. That's why Auntie gives the following advice. Have fun. You aren't a "bag him and tag him" kind of girl. You'd be good for him. You wouldn't control him. And your advice would be spot on. Takes two though. Poor boys dreams are only po boys to this group. They figure he's gonna make 'em alot of money. So she'll keep him on a short leash. To this group he'll always be that fella from the wrong side of the tracks. Eventually, he's gonna hate that but this time he may not be able to run. Too bad. Frankly he should be flying. Men are funny creatures. They marry for a variety of reasons and sometimes the last of those reasons is love. Auntie herself has heard more than one woman take advantage. It is especially prevalent in the upper classes where mergers and acquitions isn't just a business move. I expect that this is indeed the case. Ironic really since this fellow prides his freedom and independence. Darlin, Auntie is a rather pessimistic optimist. As much as you and I honor the idea of marriage as a binding of hands and hearts, not everyone does. Perhaps he isn't the free spirit he thought he was. Maybe he really is the gold digger. Or maybe, if you are lucky, he's like your father. Maybe he's a pessimistic optimist too. What Auntie hopes for your friend is that he doesn't ask anyone. He needs time to get his sea legs under him. Got a boat in rough seas he does. He has questions obviously. Big questions that need to be answered. I'm sorry. For him. For the this other girl. And for you too. I know how much you care for the fellow. It has been lovely to watch. Truth is old Auntie knows there is a better match for you all. As it is, your looking at a poorly drawn 6th season of "Sex and the City". Now Auntie likes the original "Sex and the City" and she's looking forward to a movie. But she likes originals. This looks like pleather to me. Auntie thinks better of you all. So my advice. Get your house in order and go on your vacation. Have a good time. It will be good for you to have some fun. Count your blessings. You do have them. Then come back rested and tanned and centered. If he does marry her? Then it will be a life time of pain. He will live in the misery that he's clung to his entire life. You won't appreciate that. It's not in your nature to be vindictive and you won't want him to suffer. You'll still be wishing him well even though he's being one big ole tool. That's why Auntie thinks you'd be a better choice. It would take longer. You'd have to take the time with your friendship. But Auntie can say with clarity that it would be one of the few marriages that she would endorse whole heartedly. Remember darlin, he's taking advice from Magpies and black widows. They don't mate for life, they mate and then eat their husbands. Not a pretty sight. They are bitter women who married for money and power. Oh they talk a good line about how they stand by their man but truly, it's a business arrangement. They'd leave if the money or power was better somewhere else. Maybe this fellow is worth our confidence in him. I've already seen some of it. Especially the part where he's advised to wait and see. Maybe that would be good advice to take. After all he's been swimming with the sharks before. Maybe he knows how to handle them. Good thoughts. You have his best interests at heart. Auntie casts her vote with you.
Hang in there, Auntie Slacker ************************** Auntie Slacker * bringing calm to a troubled world * since last Tuesday meanings of wordsPosted Apr-28-08 01:45:40 PDT Updated Apr-28-08 19:15:43 PDT I met a kind soul who forgave her friends for their foibles. << That's a word. I know because I looked it up.
Right before I looked up the word optimism
and the word pessimism
I then looked up the word pommeled.
Then I used them in a cryptoquote.
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Wsmmsw Yqaiwr *27 Siag 08 ---------------------------------- Will post answer tomorrow. ---------------------------------- Good Luck ! Ann
Answer: I am am going for a walk. I go for a walk when my optimism is being pummeled by my pessimism. I am optimistic that, if I walk fast enought, the optimistic me will out pace the pessimistic me.
At least I hope so. Hannah Murphy* 27 April 08
The Perils of Pauline or why I would never say I do.Posted Apr-27-08 21:06:54 PDT Updated May-02-08 08:43:52 PDT A woman on the go must be knowledgeable about many, many things. For instance culture. We are just full up with culture. I live in the south. Our songs and stories are colorful, fearful things. I thought I'd start with a voodoo queen song. Like many of our songs it also tells a story. You may have heard it. Down in Lou'siana where the black trees grow live a voodoo lady named Marie Lavaux Another man done gone.??
Well there ya go. Alittle bit of story in a song. Will have to wrassle up some more stories and songs from the south. Because? I am a Woman Writer on the Go. WWoG. writer's journal.Posted Apr-27-08 16:12:06 PDT Remember this is a writer's journal. You are watching someone's actual writing process. As I edit? You get it. Or at least I hope you do. I must say reading this gave me a bit of a headache. Make ya a bit dizzy. PS ALL TOGETHER NOW>This is a ROUGH DRAFT. A WORK IN PROGRESS (Psst...Sometime it will seem a bit disjointed and goofy.) No, Nolen I haven't lost my mind. LOL This is kind of fun. You should try it some time.
Comments on but hidden. --------------------------------------- Begin reading here... GO!!! Saying I love you in 25 words or lessPosted Apr-27-08 08:05:29 PDT Updated Apr-27-08 16:19:03 PDT Hello, I wrote this next post for the fella that I met in Ireland it is a thought of regrets and introspection. The places in my life where he would have been included and made a difference. But. after rereading it, I think this will answer a question or two for you. So while the words,"I think of you" are for him, they are also for the people who are important in my life. I don't know if you will be important or not. I don't know you. That will depend on you and on me. You don't mess up anything. Not a thing. You are a joy. Best, Ann
Fine print: There are some things, like the name of my first son, that have been changed for privacy. Read to the very end of this post. I've listed the fact and any fiction. Although I don't think there is any fiction in this post other than my first son's name. The rest is true. Unfortunately.
Last night. Funny. Not near as important as what I learned this morning. A long time ago, more years than I want to count, a pretty tragic thing happened. A little boy, my son, was born. Now that wasn't tragic, that was good. This was a very much loved and wanted child. The first time in my life were one of my life choices made EVERYONE happy. Expectations were a long and happy life for all involved. Then a funny thing happened. The delivery. It was crap. The whole thing would have been some ironic joke had it not been for the fact that it wasn't some "movie of the week". It was real. For seven days we all lived in the NICU waiting room and hoped for a miracle that in the end didn't come. For years after that, the worse thing I knew was waking up. Waking up, sunny day or rain was like being hit with freezing cold water. The feeling just engulfs you. I used to hate the first hours of the day. Watching the day pass, going through the motions. Work. Shop. Say hello. Work. Shop. Say goodbye. Put the saddess in a box and try to find some peace. People either keeping their distance because they didn't know what to say or people in your face trying to make it all better in a place where for the rest of your life better would never come. They meant well. They did. So you feel worse because you don't want to hurt their feelings and so not being around anyone or only being around complete strangers so that you could just find some place easy became a really desirable thing. Every day. I found that I could manage every thing if I could just get past waking up. So that's what I did. For a very long time. In times after my son's death, when my emotional plate was full with grieving and too much of the other emotional stuff that comes with life, I wouldn't sleep. I would nap. Use my natural sleep cycle and I guess power sleep. It wasn't hard to do. In college, with 3to 4 lecture classes in the AM and 3day a week 3 hour labs and then trying to get ready for the next day stuff, LOL like shower, I'd learned how to work my sleep cycle to suit my schedule. I passed my state and national boards with 4 hours of sleep. That included an interview in which I had to defend an answer in which the interviewer gave me credit for a mathmatical calculation problem when I challeged him saying it was incorrect. He couldn't tell me why my answer was wrong. So it wasn't difficult or psychologically aberrant behavior to go for 24 hours with out 8 hours of sleep. I got my 8 -10 hours, it just wasn't in one continuous period. Nope, didn't have to wake up with the sun to get those precious 8 hours. I didn't have to endure that pain in the first few hours of waking. So the years went for me. I heard someone here say they moved through their pain. I understand that. That's what I did. I'm a strong person. Lucky to. And I prayed.When ever the emotional pain of my son's death would suddenly appear, I prayed. Mercy folks sometime it would hit with such a force. But God was with me I believe and I held on. It would pass. Time helped. Then one morning I woke up. Instead of the pain of one more day in infinity with out my son, I felt something else. I felt calm. Kind of like Imaginearts poem that talks about waking up all sleepy. Don't wake me I'm only dreaming. And the dream had been good. And the morning was still. Beautiful. I've had those mornings in my life. The first morning after a long winter when you realize that winter is over for another year and summer is on its way. This one, however, was the first one since my Jamie had died. It was a relief. After that there were other painful mornings. Winter may leave us for the year but it always comes back. Some winters worse than others. You put your coat on or you sit by the fire and tell stories. Just hold on till spring comes again. With that beautiful morning of peace. Like this morning.
_________________ In the lyrics. In the song below. There's a line "There's nothing here to hold on to can I hold on to you?" I didn't have anyone to hold on to after my son died. That dark hole that I was thrown into durning his short life was a solitary place. It wasn't depression. I didn't cause it and I wasn't there by choice. I would have welcomed a kind voice. A someone to say you're not alone. A hand of comfort. But for me, there wasn't a kind voice or hand to had. While I am stronger because of surviving this period in my life, it wasn't something I had to endure inorder to be a better person. I just survived. Saenzmom and Tryork are right. The things you do to survive the indignities life and fate throw at you, you just have to--- What did you say Saenz? Change all the air in your tires? Play the happiest songs you know, sing them out loud and do the Nekkid chicken dance? Find someone you love and hug their neck for no reason? Tell jokes just for the heck of it? Find one thing that is good about your life and hug your own neck? Be kind to others? Maybe be kind to yourself?
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But what did I find out last night? Last night I took a nice hot shower. I put on my sweatpants and tshirt. Geeze I have got to get something abit more feminine to sleep in. I layed down in the bed at 7pm and I went to sleep. For eleven hours. When I woke up? Well first I thought of all my aches and pains. The old age ones that will disappear after a walk. I thought about Pegs and said a pray that things turn out okay. I thought of the hug I was getting from a someone who has been with me through all this. It can't be easy for him. I thought about my son. Yes I did have another child. Thank you for asking. It was because of him that I think that I became new again. I thought about getting on the computer to wish Pegs and Serro a good day, and give Saenz a hug for hanging in there and doing such a fantastic job in school. I thought about how I wanted to go for a walk. And I thought of you. Someone once asked me to leave my life here and go to be with him. In Ireland. I almost went. I took the things most important to me, next to him, to go see him. I'm still here with the life I had before he asked me. Same stuff. He didn't want me. Not really. Just wanted that hour he had. The email when convienient. Didn't want the other 23 hours in my day. A big problem. Wanted me without the rest of my life. I told him. He had other ideas. He's gone. And I thought of you again. I put on my shoes. I wrote hellos to Pegs and Serro and Saenz on the computer. Said hello to my son. I took that walk. I said hello to Joseph (he walks the same place I do). I thought about what I had learned last night. I hugged my Domino and let her out for a walk. I came back inside. And then--- I turned on the computer. And I thought of you. So here I sit. At this computer writting stuff that complete strangers will read and that you probably won't read. Ironic. And I think of you. And I think of me. And the choices we made. I can choose you Pikachoo. I'd love to. But I wonder how much you can know about someone. Peering through a looking glass. Can any one say, "I choose you." Can you choose "me"? Because "me" is a lot of stuff. Alot of people who I love dearly and good, bad and indifferent call family and friends. They go together to make up what I call "my life". I would like you to be apart of it. In a real way. Would it work? Dunno. Yeah I think so. Different but yeah. I'd sure like to give it a try. Only,remember, I come with stuff. How about you? _____________ Here's the song. There's a harvest each Saturday night Here in these deep city lights no no no noooo In these deep city lights to you? City Lights * Sara Bareilles* Little Voices ********************************************** My son's name wasn't Jamie. I did know someone in Ireland. And yes he did ask. Along time ago. I did feel as if I went through the loss of my son alone even though I wasn't physically alone. This was ALONG time ago. Was I in love with him? Yes Did I tell him? No, I was stupid. If you love someone tell them while you can. You can lose alot if you don't. The folks here who are important to me know this and are okay with it. I'm the one that has problems with their ex girl friend. I think she was a jerk and treated them such. But then they don't seem to care. :P I didn't even tell my son he had a brother until he was older. I was worried about having to explain it. Funny. He handled it better than I did. When people ask if he has brothers and/or sisters he is the first to include my first son. Nice kid. Yes I am "talking" to someone. No, they aren't to my knowledge here on the boards. Remember it's a big internet world. They can read with out logging in. Something good to remember. Who? My business but it's nothing shady. Yes I do love my Sara Bareilles music. I also listen to alot of other music. Just like writing to certain music. Love women singers. Just ask me about Lorretta Lynn. Just get cravings for certain music and in this case Sara's song reminds me of someone. Alot of her music on "Little Voices" does. Oh and yes, I think these songs are also on another album too. Careful Confessions. I am in fact listening to Gravity off of Little Voices. Good song. Here's a snip. "Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. LOL Now I'm listening to "Vegas" "Gonna sell my car and go to Veegass..." gotta go. Hugs to you. I really hope you are reading this and know. And I guess while you're at it you should read this too. Bog under construction. Wait a minute.... that's not right.((hugs)), Ann Hi ya Gracie !Posted Apr-26-08 19:32:22 PDT Updated Apr-26-08 22:25:47 PDT Now for today's post . Love and romance isn't always that of hearts and flowers. Some times it's the melancholy memories that make us mindful of the future. Someone I know asked me about the last posting. Optomist that she is, she asked if I was in love with someone. I told her it was actually post written to me as a reminder of how you can lose someone if you don't tell them how you feel. Her questions made me think about the bigger questions of love and romance. There was a surprising discovery. The answer to the question, "Are you in love with someone ?" The answer is yes, I am. It doesn't seem that fate is too happy with my answer. Fate has contrived all kinds of road blocks and Improbabilities to this feeling. Frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if fate has my best interests at heart. Will think on it. But...
"What did I learn last night?" Because these two posts really are a part of what I learned last night. Imagine a girl in a fancy dress frock. Frocks are all the rage in romance novels of the historical kind. Our heroine is sitting in a simple chair. In a simple room. Think Norman Rockwell. In her lap is a simple present. A square box wrapped with a large bow. There she sits. The box is love. The lady in waiting is dressed to go to the ball. Unfortuanately fate has conspired against our heroine. The question is will she go to the ball. The answer ? Our heroine looks up ... *********************to be continued Remember this is a writer's journal. You are watching someone's actual writing process. As I edit? You get it. Or at least I hope you do. I must say reading this gave me a bit of a headache. Make ya a bit dizzy. PS ALL TOGETHER NOW>This is a ROUGH DRAFT. A WORK IN PROGRESS I mean it to seem a bit disjointed and goofy. No Nolen I haven't lost my mind. LOL This is kind of fun. You should try it some time.
------------------------------------------- Begin reading fiction here... GO!!! how to say I love you in 25 words or less.Posted Apr-26-08 01:22:10 PDT Updated Apr-26-08 02:39:12 PDT I love you.
----------------------- That is basically how you do it. For some reason, on this subject, fate has a lot of opinions where I'm concerned. I've always let fate bully me into believing them too. All the supposed "well meaning" things that have been done in my name. Mostly done because it suited everyone else. The effect on me or my life was frankly an after thought. And I, unwilling participant, let fate convince me that it was indeed in my best interest. I am sorry fates. You've been wrong.
It's been a miserable existance for me as a result. Your fault.
So, I thought I'd start a new way of doing things for my life. I'd choose. Fates been doing a selfserving, craptastic job so far and I've been the one to have to suffer the mistake. This isn't working for me. So, I thought I'd take a great big, self serving leap of faith for myself. Here goes.
I Love You.
There I said it. It is true too. Now fates, I hope you hear this before someone does something stupid to mess up my life further? You owe me for all the crap you have handed me. I should say something. How about I Love You. I want the last thing that I hear at night to be your voice telling me good night. I want the first thing that I see to be your face. Grumpy. Happy. Sleepy. Oh all the seven dwarfs of emotion I want to see with you. On your face in the morning.
It will make up for time alone. Your smile will shine in it's place. I love you. I have been waiting all my life to see your face. Now that I have? The words that were so difficult to say before, come easily now. I love you . After all this is romance week, what could be more romantic than saying, "I Love You?
-------------------------------- I hope to be saying this for a very, very long time. Best get started. ********* I love you. I like it. Welcome to 12 dogs and a blog looks at romance. Story... Monkey New short story Kissing lessons how is learn to French kissPosted Apr-25-08 06:14:05 PDT Updated Sep-12-08 13:33:31 PDT ------------------------------------------------ "What I did I learn last night ?" ------------------------------------------------
Kissing lessons : How I learned to French kiss a --------------Short Story---------------- tonight in 12 dogs and a blog
************************************ "The minute the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac she began to question everything. What would they do? All she had was the plane ticket and a message. A four word question and the single word answer. "Yes."
"...His cheek was on hers. The bristles of his cheek, moved the length of her neck. She never understood why it burned but never hurt. Up and down. Slowwly. Then they would without word switch sides and the whole process would begin again. They could do it forever. Her cheeks and neck changing from their normal pink to a slight red. His finger tips curled up in her hair while his thumbs played with the earrings in her ears. It was a dance they did. Before. "...something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long..." And then they... images flooded her mind... snap shots and film clips of what??? She wracked her brain to describe it. He was in her then he wasn't... they were moving like breathing... drunk but no drink... he kissed her again... slowly... then faster. They slept when sleep was needed. They ate when they were hungry. The made love. When they were out he would play with her ears. He loved to do it in a crowd because he knew what it did to her. Her knees buckled. The first time he did it? When he realized the affect it had on her he began to laugh. Is startled her. He kissed her. Drank her in like water when he was thirsty. Kissed the ear and she nearly buckled again. He laughed and held her to keep from falling. The whole time nuzzling her ear. "We can't not here. Please... " her voice muffled as he kissed her again. And again. Then he stopped and began to fondle her ear again, this time he held her, arm around her, so she wouldn't unexpectedly fall. He loved it. Knew what it did to her and how when they finally got home she would be in such a state. He did that to her..."
She didn't know why she had to get this out. He could make her knees buckle with just a touch. When she thought of him even now she began to move subconscieously. When someone touched her ear. But no one ever touched it that way since, not until last night.
She'd been rattling around this house all night. No sleep. The memory kept moving her to consciouness. Wouldn't let her sleep. Not til she got it on paper. And she got it on paper. My mercy, she was tired.
She looked at the telegram again.
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comments on but hidden works like an answering machine you type in your message in the comment box like you are posting a comment. It will look like it disappears but it doesn't really. I'll be back hopefully with another story. This romance novel stuff is not easy for a cactus like me. Not much experience in this area. And, well, I'm just SunSilly this evening. I think I'm gonna call it a night. ((hugs 2all)) Iron Chassis
Playlist. Got that new fangled Ipod with videos so...
Cactus Flower (movie)
Walter Matthau Goldie Hawn Ingrid Bergman When middle-aged New York dentist Julian Winston breaks their date, his 21-year-old mistress, Toni Simmons, attempts suicide. She is rescued, however, by Igor Sullivan, an aspiring young author and her neighbor. Despite his bachelor status, Winston has told Toni that he is married and the father of three. Impressed by Toni's abortive attempt on her life, Winston considers marrying her. Knowing that she hates liars, the dentist fabricates a divorce from his nonexistent wife. In so doing he elicits the cooperation of his spinster assistant, Stephanie Dickinson, who, unbeknownst to the dentist, has loved him for 10 years. Stephanie plays the role of wife so well that Toni relents, and Winston realizes that his nurse is not only the perfect professional associate but the ideal mate.
What I learned 2 nitePosted Apr-24-08 22:33:21 PDT Updated Apr-24-08 23:03:35 PDT Coming. Coming hang on. My Favorite posting: I'm bored. And I have hemorroids. This is serious. I have the mind of a golden retriever. I can't be left alone when I am bored. And I have hemorroids. I start chewing on the table legs. I start looking stuff up. Like this hemorrhoid picture. Did you know?
I'm going to put my boredom in this post. And leave it here. You can too. Will delete it tonight.* Send boredom and hemorroids to the internet ether. Where they belong. Comments are hidden.
Can't chat though Made turkey burgers They are calling me. Can you hear them They are saying, "gobble, gobble..." "Gobble me up Iron." Gotta go.
BE GONE BOREDOM!
_____________________________ *updates Will not be deleting this post. It is too good as "hemorrhoid. The blog." Providing a public service. Boredom and my hemorrhoids will just have to peacefully co-exist. All together now- "Boredom and my hem--o--ROIDS live together in perfect har--MO--NYY" ouch. Read comments please. Thank you.
Now back to the future: >>> Bog under construction. Wait a minute.... that's not right.
________________ NOTE: For everyone... Comments are on but in hidden mode. Works kind of like an answering machine. Leave a comment. It looks like it will disappear. Not to worry. I will see it when I come back on. Sorry that I missed a chance to chat. But I've got some business to tend to. Will be back in later for sure hope to chat with you then! Gotta go. Sorry I missed ya' Hope to see you again.
Story...Monkey SeePosted Apr-23-08 11:19:32 PDT Updated Apr-24-08 14:53:16 PDT "The minute the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac she began to question everything. What would they do? All she had was the plane ticket and a message. A four word question and the single word answer. "Yes."
----------- Welcome to romance novel week here at 12 dogs and a blog.
-------------------------------------- For the next "Story...Monkey" go here>>> Story... Monkey
For alittle about the "Story...Monkey" stories? See: Story... Monkey See author's notes (coming soon) _________________________________
play list romantic's version? *one true love* sara bareilles* little voice
cynic's version?*fairytale* Sara Bareilles* Little Voice Story... Monkey See... Authors note.Posted Apr-23-08 00:46:53 PDT Updated Apr-24-08 04:48:47 PDT First, the story "Monkey... See?". Side bar: This is one of those stories that some folks are gonna read and start shaking their heads. Remember. Just because a story is written in first person singular or has elements of truth doesn't mean it has to be autobiographical. This is 12 dogs people fact and fiction reside here. :D Just so you know. (However, like "Story...Monkey", it is a good illustrative story. A life lesson/fable. I'm learning to write!) This will hopefully turn into a small book of short stories. I have found a photographer, I hope, who might be willing to take photos to go with the stories. I hope so. I am inspired by his photographs. I hope he will read the "Story...Monkey" stories and find something to photograph. These stories belong to me by the way. I own them. My copywrite. All stories are in rough draft. I'll let you know when I have final draft. Like having a baby it's a process. Don't know what the final results will be until the final draft. I'm looking forward to seeing your comments. _______ As for my "real" life??? Well I've gone and done it. That computer elbow has turned into computer shoulder and it hurts. I can type this post, short additions to "Monkey See ?", or email replies but that's gotta be it. At least for a couple of days. The most of my writing is gonna be long hand. Sigh. I like writing here with the company. But nope. Just with this bit of typing it's starting to hurt. :(. I can write long hand. Will transcribe in the post above called "Monkey...See?". Add small bits everyday while the shoulder hurts. And of course, there is always -- "What I learned last night"
The comments are hidden but active. You can post a message or type what you think should happen next. I may use it may not. You can, if you have an ebay account which is pretty easy to get no buying required, send me ebay messages,like email, and you can also comment on the story. Just a thought. For me it is armrest lol, long hand writing, and rattling around this house for the next 5 days. listening to sara * byrd york * watching movies * hugging the living things here * missing writing stories here * going for walks * drinking lemonaid under the trees * missing "home" *
This is the beginning of romance week after all. Even for this cactus. :D
--------"What did I learn last night?--------- Three words are alot to think about. I imagine that the lucky person will say it right back to you. Mercy knows. The man is definitely all that AND a bag of cheesy puffs.
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*Here's a story a father tells his daughter about love and his own experiences in Pre-Castro Cuba. Read about it @: What I wondered last night? Still wondering this morning... <<<<click here
(NOTE:I get alot of views on this blog but not alot of comments. So if you are lurking? Hello. I don't know you but I hope you are having a good day. I hope it's a good day for you to take a walk, hug someone you love, and life is kind to you. But please, fiction along with fact resides here in this blog. My quiet place to write far way from the dramas of life. I love to write here and I'm good at it too. It's a writing journal of fiction as well as fact. Truth is I'm really the only one who knows which is which. Just ask I'll tell you. Promise. k , Iron Chassis.) ******* Oh and for ANYONE who is reading this? Long emails. I like long emails.
-------------------Begin story---------------------- sara barreilles * Little Voice * back to the future Story...Monkey See <<<click here
Or to go to the Next "Monkey See" story Story... Monkey <<< click here
Story... MonkeyPosted Apr-22-08 23:13:50 PDT Updated Aug-23-08 14:48:55 PDT Good morning. Happy Wednesday.
"Life is a joy NOT a competition. Relax. Enjoy. Otherwise you might miss a great view." Iron Chassis * Apr-23-08 11:45:31 PDT
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Run Around * BluesTraveler DancingQueen * ABBA ILoveRockandRoll * JoanJett Lost * MichaelBuble ---------------------------------------*------------------------------------- * * * * ** * Kelly Clarkson * Since You've Been Gone ******************************** Side bar: This is one of those stories that some folks are gonna read and start shaking their heads. Remember. Just because a story is written in first person singular or has elements of truth doesn't mean it has to be autobiographical. Just so you know. (However it is a good illustrative story. A life lesson/fable. I'm learning to write!) -------------------Begin story---------------------- I hope, before I die, that I will be able to apologize to this person. I lost my temper with them. They said goodbye because I lost my temper. I could have counted to 10 but I didn't. When I tried to say I was sorry? They wouldn't accept the apology. I tried but they just didn't. I blew it because I was caught up in my own dramas. Wasn't paying attention to how losing my temper that day hurt him. We just came to a place where we couldn't go forward and going backwards wasn't possible either. Ironically we'd talked about the problem before. ***************************** A story. A cautionary tale.
Once there was a monkey. And a box. Monkey was a very curious fellow. He loved to explore and he loved puzzles. One day, as monkey was exploring his world, he came upon a box. Now imagine this box was sitting in the middle of a place without anything else. Nothing. Just the box. Like a dream. A little wooden box. Well monkey was thrilled. A box in the middle of nothingness!!! So monkey went right up to that box and looked inside. Or he tried . That box was shut tight! On the top was a hole which of course monkey looked into.&nbs |
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