Dazzling

Shall you pour yourself a nice tall drink

If you plan to come and sit?

Shall I bore you with my rhetoric

Or dazzle you with wit?

 

Should you enjoy my company

Shall you visit me again

If you invite me to return

Will you appear insane?

 

Should I hold back on intros

Or should I call your name?

Should I hold close my secret desires

And say you never came?

 

For it is with my eyes wide shut

That I must say to you

I’ve wrapped you in my latest web

As all black widows do~~~

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And so it begins…

What happens when you find yourself falling in love with your very best friend? Do you simply relax and enjoy the ride? Do you fight it for all you’re worth… afraid that it’ll ruin things forever? Or do you stand down…run like hell leaving both relationships to dissipate like a cloud of dust after a windstorm on the prairie? Well, if you’re anything like me you wind up wanting to do all of the above— simultaneously, and then some.

You’ve got a wealth of emotion riding on your sleeve with every waking moment… not to mention the ever so romantic horse drawn carriage rides you take together in your dreams. Where did this come from? Has it been hidden, ever so conspicuously, just below the surface… just out of reach… waiting to smite you into the tailspin of a lifetime? Come on it’s your best friend. You’ve known all along that there was a helluva connection but you both thought it was strictly platonic… until that fateful day when the rubber (no pun intended) hit the road. It happened so suddenly… so suddenly that the fireworks that would have gone off  in your head were silenced by the sound of your own beating heart. You became entangled in a rapture of love, no holds barred, get it and give it where you live type of affair never before seen or felt. An affair that would break all the rules, stand the test of time and stand the test of writing, making and breaking new rules of engagement for people throughout history.

How do you handle this when its too good to let go; you know, too scary to fathom, not to mention too nerve racking to fully embrace such an outlandish notion. Who does this? Do people in their right minds really allow this type of nonsense to happen? Well they do, it does, and it has.

And So It Begins…

 

 

Six months blogging re-share number 2

This one’s sure to make you laugh!

Guilt, Innocence and Sarcasm

The author of this essay is a 10 year old child who told her mom she’d washed her face when in fact she had not. Her mom “punished” her for lying by having her write an essay telling why she shouldn’t lie…

(this is a copy of the original essay- although it’s hard to read it -muddling through it is well worth the challenge for a good heart warming laugh—)

 

 

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The guilt (she lied), the innocence (she just wants to play and to stay out of jail) and the sarcasm (47%- really?)

Six months blogging – re-share number one

Thought I’d start off with this one. (It kinda makes you think…) Enjoy

Ramblings

Ever wonder what it would be like to be someone else? No, really, what if we could swap places with someone for 24 hours. Who would you swap with? President Obama? Angelina Jolie? Oprah Winfrey or how about Bill Gates? Now keep in mind- all that glitters isn’t gold and the grass isn’t always greener on the other side, so you definitely gotta be careful what you wish for.

Wanna know who Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns would swap with? ….. It would very likely be “Mr Jones”. No, not the “keeping up with the Joneses’” Mr Jones. The Mr Jones who walks from town to town, rain or shine (snow or sleet) with holes in his shoes, sleeping in parks or in the woods or under the bridge. See, the Mr Jones we’re talking about is homeless. We see him every other day or so and we often offer him food or coffee or conversation. Several months ago during one of our many rainy days we gave him a raincoat, dry shoes and a backpack with a change of clothes. So why would we change places with a homeless man? For these  simple reasons:  to be more appreciative for our blessings  and to give Mr Jones a chance to “come in out of the cold”.

Swapping places with someone famous could get you fame for a day. Swapping places with someone rich could get you a pocket full of coins and friends you didn’t know existed. Swapping places with someone homeless could help you learn to count your blessings, to be more compassionate, and to pay it forward in the biggest way.

What if you were asked to swap places with someone who was well known in the area, who had enough money, and who wasn’t homeless? Would you do it? How about if that person was shunned by many members of society? Would you still do it?

#PhotoRehabCoverMakeover week 2

Lucile De Godoy has launched a new photo challenge called the “Photo Rehab Cover Makeover,” as part of her Photo 101Rehab Clinic.

Instructions: To make a cover for the book, CD or movie that is provided

What to do:

  • Every Thursday the name of a book or movie, etc will be given along with her take on a new cover.
  • Prepare a new cover by using either an archived photo or a new photo that goes with the theme.
  • Prepare and publish the new post. Remember to Ping Back (hyperlink) to the original post or copy your  link to the comments section of the original post.
  • Use the tag #PhotoRehabCoverMakeover, so that the post can be located in the WP reader.
    Add your photo to the link. In this way your photo is exposed to the other participants and the audience of the Photo Rehab.
  • If you wish, to add the Photo Rehab badge to your post you may do so
  • There will be a weekly wrap up of all the ingenious cover makeover photos!

  This weeks cover:

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My Cover Make-Over:

Winter's Tales

Laughing at myself!

Got out of the shower thinking it’s time to rearrange and de clutter.  Then I immediately thought about the pool and the fact that I’d started cleaning and refilling it but have yet to finish. I also remembered that Little Bit’s bedroom was in mid- rearrangement mode and that I had only mopped half the house tonight.

This is the conversation with myself that followed those thoughts:

Me: lemme think…where should I start?

Self: my bedroom

Me: I need to finish the

Self: no I don’t!

I laughed out loud!

Hell, talk about ADHD- I can’t even complete a sentence in a conversation with myself without losing focus- no wonder so many things are half done around here!