Thursday, March 25, 2010

Celebrity Crushes


So everyone has them, right? Crushes on celebrities. I was talking to a friend about my own personal celeb crushes, and decided to save some of the pics I found online.. thought I'd take a min and share with you.


Mariska .. mmmm. I mean really, who wouldn't find her attractive? just look at her.

Then there is


Charisma Carpenter. Loved her since I first saw her snobbish character on BTVS. Again.. yum.

Then we have Gina Gershon..

I'm seeing a pattern here.. guess to be fair I should add a blonde, huh?


Although I'm fairly certain that Katherine Heigl is not naturally blonde.


Rose Rollins is incredible. She's just beautiful, really...

and one more, for your viewing pleasure.


Pauly Perrette..nuff said.



There are very few male celebrities that really do anything for me, but in all fairness I will try to put up another blog of men.. 



Wednesday, March 10, 2010

How Dare You

Presumption is the true root of all evil

You presume to know me
know how I feel
What I think
How i should behave

You presume to know god
What he wants
what she sees
Things he judges
Opinions she values

You presume your morals are truth
Who is right, What is wrong
which thoughts
and actions
are impure
and which
land you in purgatory

You presume to know what it is
that is really in my heart
that you can simply

make me see

that your presumptions
should be those of each of us

should you just
keep trying

Please keep trying

Because
I presume that
eventually

one day

we'll all get it right

and all stop presuming


Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Mental Health Day

Yesterday all of us took a mental health day. A day for a break from your routine, in order to maintain and improve one's mental health and wellbeing. In short, we all played hookey.

I kept the kids from school. Bad mom, I know. FCAT testing is this week, and they are a little bit stressed about it - although I am not sure why, seeing as they always fly through these things - and we each needed a family day of relaxation.

Of course, relaxing is probably not the word most would use to describe the Florida Strawberry Festival. All the fun of the fair, with crowds surpassing that of the State Fair.

The kids stood in line for 45 minutes to ride a poor excuse for a slapped-together roller coaster with an approximate run time of maybe 45 seconds. Of course, they did not complain. They weren't in school, and they were having fun!

Italian Sausages, Funnel Cakes, Ice Cream, Corn Dogs - they ate whatever they saw that they wanted. They bought silly toys that will find their way to the trash at my first opportunity. They rode rides until they were almost sick. All in all, they were spoiled. And we loved doing it.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Most Amazing Sound

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?

The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you because you're not a monk.

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.

The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car..

That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,

We can't tell you because you're not a monk.

The man says, all right, all right. I'm dying to know.

If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?

The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.

The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for.. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.

The monks reply, congratulations, you are correct, and you are now considered a monk .We shall now show you the way to the sound.

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.

The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked.. He asks, May I have the key ?

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone... The man requests the key to the stone door.

The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire And so it went on until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...

...silver, topaz, and amethyst.

Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door ..

The man is relieved to be at the end.. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight .......



.. But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

addiction

You know that part of the movie Ghost where the subway ghost (Vincent Schiavelli )is, in his own way, mentoring "Sam" in the ways of haunting? And somehow...


"What you don't believe me? You think I fell? You think I jumped? Well, f*ck you! It wasn't my time. I wasn't supposed to go! I'm not supposed to be here!"

...they end up breaking the cigarette machine, spilling the innards of the machine out onto the dusty dirty station floor?

He looks longingly at the array of cigarettes spread out before him like a starving man on a fast led to a buffet table.

"Ahh what I wouldn't give for a drag! Just one drag! "

That is in my mind today. The metaphor of it.

teased taunted
nanny nanny boo boo
I'm not even good for you
and yet you miss me
addiction
reminders right there in your face
every time you turn around
like a spray
of cigarettes
on a dirty nasty ground

Monday, March 1, 2010

Rambles

Pictures lost
time frozen
caught on small bits of paper
forever unseen

mirrored images
speaking in whispers
sometimes screaming
crying
silently staring
at all that was and could be