My car, the dog’s house and I are all snowed in or under, which ever you prefer. Argh, this means I’ll be here, inside my cold prison hell, on Independence Day. That’s okay though, I have new plans. Yesterday I kidnapped my roommate and had him take me to Wal-mart at donut-point. Well, it wasn’t a donut, it was a cinnamon roll. The man will do anything for food. So, we went up there and got my movie so I can have a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon on the second. I also got fixin’s for my traditional breakfast and lunch. Dinner is still up in the air. Sooooo, since we’re going to have a real winter this year it looks like I’ll be inside this time. Twelve inches of snow!!! Twelve!!!! This is what surrounds the Aussiemobile right now. My street hasn’t’ been plowed at all. It’s a sad state of affairs out here. Not even Brody wants to go outside which means he’s inside most of the time. Continue reading ‘Snowed In or Under’
Monthly Archive for January, 2009
I know this blog can get intense from time to time. There’s no telling what’s going to show up. I worry sometimes about how intense my entries get and if I will turn people off this way but I have to know there is somewhere I am not required to watch my every word. So, when you come here please be in the right frame of mind and know the subject may be light or heavy from one minute to the next. That’s the best I can do for a trigger warning.
You’re going to see religious entries, you’re going to see anger and humor, daily grind and even hope. You’re going to see it all cause I feel it all. Sometimes it looks like I’m all over the map. I’m laughing one minute, crying the next, intellectualizing then strong. I’m everywhere and I know it. I suppose I’m saying this more for myself than my readers. I guess I worry that when things get this intense (dream entries and stories) then I’m going to turn people away. But I need to be able to be as open and honest as I can be without fear. I do that here on my blog. So I guess I need to let people know the ride here isn’t a smooth one. Please don’t ever expect that. Continue reading ‘Intense, Guarded and Downright Borderline’
I had a dream last night that an art teacher wanted to order an art roll up. She asked me where I got mine and I told her I got it from Beautiful Dreamer. She then showed me some sort of huge and I do mean huge writing pen she made. I told her I thought Beauty would like it. Then Beauty herself showed up with a tent she made. It was tan and as big as a frikin mobile home. The tent had a side pocket that held a smaller tent. I asked how she made it and she said on her machine without a pattern. The art teacher poured over the tent and looked at every stitch. She was impressed. She talked to Beauty a bit about what material she wanted for her roll up. She said she didn’t want it wild like mine. I was somewhat offended but I kept quiet. The art teacher explained she wanted a heavy material on the outside in heather gray with a lighter material of beige inside. Guess who the art teacher was? Barbara Streisand.
Later in the dream I broke into a house where two sisters and a young girl lived. I held a football in my hand and barged through the door. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Art, Beauty and Alligators’
There’s someplace I want to go very badly. I want to walk in the building and sit there by myself. I miss it so much it hurts. I don’t want to go there smelling like I do or being what I am. It’s not even the building; it’s what’s inside that I need.
It feels like everything I eat makes me hungrier and every thing I see around me makes me blind. I don’t want this for myself. I want the person back who was not burdened with guilt so much so she couldn’t look Him in the eye and speak.
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Just what is Blogger trying to tell me?
You have no right to talk to me about my weight!
I have the right to be upset, don’t tell me to calm down!
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One letter off of contrive. Blogger planned this. I know they did. Hey look, Austin’s coming today. Lets talk about her weight and call her a wretched fat girl…..
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….. then we’ll butter her up by saying, but we like big girls.
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I’m getting hit on by Blogger. I love it! Tell me again Blogger. Do you love me? Do ya blogger, do ya? Just the way I am?
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She has such big plans, this little girl with two braids and a red lollypop. She’s got big plans! With round brown eyes full of hope and assurance she looked up to Mama and said, “When I grow up I’m going to have 5 big houses and own lots and lots of play grounds.” Surprised that Jessica would want five houses her mother asked, “What on earth would you do with five houses?” “Well, they’re not all for me” the little one explained. “One house is for my husband, one will be for my toys, another for when people come to visit.” “Oh” said Mama with curiosity, “One is for you and three others. That’s 4 houses, who lives in the fifth house?” With all the seriousness she could muster in her 7 year old body little Jessica stood tall, looked Mama square in the eyes and said, “It’s for you, when you get old and can’t help yourself anymore.”
As Mama’s eyes lit up Jessica knew she’d set her trap well. Now all she needs to do is wait, wait for her mother to take the bait. The young girl well beyond her years strung together childish dreams and topped it off with candied sprinkles of love. Even the hardest of hearts would melt looking into soft innocent eyes as they delivered such a promise. Continue reading ‘STORY: The Big House On Longing Hill’
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