Momma.. remember?

Don't forget to wipe.
Yes Momma.
Eat your peas.
Yes Mom.
Did you do your homework?
Yes Mom.
Be home by midnight!
Yes Mom.
You're late for work, get up!
Yes Mom.
Please call me when you get there.
Yes Mom.
Did you remember your Fathers birthday?
Yes Mom.
Did you still want me to babysit this weekend?
Yes Mom.
Mom?
Remember you offered to babysit...
Mom?
Did you forget Dads birthday?
Mom?
You were supposed to call me when you got there.
Mom?
Can't talk right now, I'm working. Remember?
Mom?
It's midnight what's wrong....
Mom?
Mom?
Hello?

Tennessee

Moving here 17 years ago I was struck by the small town atmosphere. So different than that I had grown up in. There were few cars on the single lane highway to get here from Los Angeles. The ride was worthy of rolling down the windows to let the pungent fragrance of orange blossoms filter through the car... that is after you passed the dairy farms. Pulling into the driveway of our single story sprawling ranch house with it's 3/4 acre lot awaiting horses for boarding. The skies at night were so pitch that even on cloudy evenings the stars and planets shone as brightly as any I had ever seen in a desert sky. The dead calm and stillness in the air was filled with the sounds of nocturnal animals. Frogs croaking loudly from the lake, the owls roosting in our eves, the coyotes cries to one another tracking prey. My neighbors on our cul-de-sac were all youngish families with children all about the same age as mine. We were a tight knit bunch who held backyard bbqs and bunco parties every weekend. The kids all growing up together attending school and themed birthday parties. There was only one stop sign and that was at the busiest intersection in the middle of town. Not a single paved road. All the Mom & Pop stores knew you by name and there was no such thing as WalMart. We did have a K-mart with the friendliest clerks you would ever want to meet. They were more than happy to give you their address to come dig plants in their yards if they saw you purchase something from the garden dept. that they already had established just to save you some money. To get there you had to drive around the Lake. It took all of maybe 10 minutes. On a clear day you could see straight down to the bottom of it and catch a glimpse of our fabled monster. Look up in the other direction and see the remains of Aimees Castle steeped in so much rich history.....

it's......
           all......
                     gone.

And so I start anew. To return to some semblance of this life where I was so happy. They call it Tennessee. I know it will be home to me.

Astrology at it's finest

Have you met a Cancerian woman recently? Are you a little confused as to what she really is - chirpy, somber or distant? She is all of these and still, she is none of these. Even more confused? A Cancerian woman has mood swings every now and then and these are only a few of her mood swings. However, her basic personality traits remain the same. She is very sensitive, emotional, kind and caring. Now's the catch! Most of her traits will be hidden behind a shell of indifference and aloofness, breaking which will require quite a lot of effort.

 

Probably the best site I've ever found for accurate

horror-oscopes

http://www.iloveindia.com/astrology/index.html

The Witch of Atlas

A lovely lady garmented in light
From her own beauty--deep her eyes, as are
Two openings of unfathomable night
Seen through a Temple's cloven roof--her hair
Dark--the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight.

Picturing her form; her soft smiles shone afar,
And her low voice was heard like love, and drew
All living things towards this wonder new.

http://www.online-literature.com/shelley_percy/2776/



Artist - Filip Novy



 

~Where To Touch Me~

And he whispered to me in the darkness as we lay together, "Tell me where to touch you so that I can drive you insane. Tell me where to touch you to give you the ultimate pleasure. Tell me where to touch you so that we will truly own each other." And she kissed him softly and whispered back..."touch my mind."

Find a penny

=^..^= ~: What are you thinking about?
C: You and how lucky I am.
=^..^= ~: You ever feel like a penny
=^..^= ~: on the pavement...
=^..^= ~: People pass you by because you don't look to have much value and they don't have the energy to bend over and pick you up.
C: Yeah that's one way of looking at it I guess.
=^..^= ~: I pick up pennies. Because one eventually will be special. Different than your standard. Collectable. Valuable. Rare.
=^..^= ~: I found that in you.
=^..^= ~: So yes. You are my lucky penny and I'll carry you with me always.
C: You are mine as well. I wasn't even looking and you caught my eye and have remained with me ever since.

"You're NOT going to TOUCH MewMew!!!!"

Wedded bliss. We all get there eventually. Right? Mine lives in a glass beer bottle in the curio. He's much happier. He really is ;)

Fantasy Taxidermy

http://www.customcreaturetaxidermy.com/Site/INTRODUCTION.html

This woman is a genius. What is it with the facination of bones? I have little skeletons and ashes all neatly displayed in my curios. Perhaps it's the value in celebrating little lives. Momentos of morbidity. Whatever it is they have facinated me since I was a mere mouse myself.

Sweetest Ache

If ever there was a moment in time in my sorted past relations... I don't believe there was ever a sweeter ache than the anticipation I feel now. It creeps around me and grips my soul, my heart and what's left of my mind. Your kisses haunt me. For that fleeting two hours of bliss, every question was answered. Mirror image of love reflected back in each others eyes. I will never forget those eyes... pools of liquid lust and desire. I have never felt so wanted.

....and I want you so BAD it hurts like hell!!!

                                                                      I love you C.

Let's flip for it

Down to my last dime today (well in my checking acct) I eyeballed the Sparkletts bottle with 20 years of collected change in it. Sitting inconspicuously in the corner of the den collecting as many dust bunnies as collectable quarters. That's a lot of collecting. Even more sorting... sitting cross legged on the floor with this monster between my legs wrestling it to the ground. It rivaled a heavyweight champion and spit out change like teeth. Somewhere amongst the Chuck E. Cheese tolkens and wheat pennies is a fortune to be made. It will be interesting to see just how much this nets at the Coinstar machine. Reminds me of a backwards old fashioned slot machine. I hear they give out gift cards too... considering what my hands looked like afterwards I'm hoping they have one for manicures. Any guesses how much a full Sparkletts bottle is worth?

Siouxsie meets Edna

"She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine."

Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Miss"placed Girlfriend

About 5ft ... well 5 inches in SL. Lil thing. She was wearing a (group) tag but I'm not sure who it said to return her to. Remind me to get her a collar for her birthday. It's coming up on April 19th. I'm getting a blowup doll for mine. They have more personality.