Sunday, November 20, 2005

Poetry corner

I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others that were there. The lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then that I had to have you for my own.

Willingly, you come with me to my home. From the car, I carry you, throw the door open and enter my castle. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well shaped legs, and full, well-rounded breasts.

Slowly I remove all that wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white skin.From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts... making your legs glisten with a shimmering sheen of wetness.

Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My hands rub your body, mmmm... running them through the beads of water... making them trickle down off your body. Slowly I slide my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready. I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you long before we even came through the door.

As soon as I lay you down, your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in slowly at first, getting a feel for how muchyou can take. I slide in a little more, you take it willingly.

In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it as deeply and as far as I can, until I can't fill you any more... you are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you so hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices slowly escape from within.

Then I taste you, sliding your tender flesh over my tongue... your skin is so soft and tender.I taste more of you with my mouth, sliding my tongue slowly across your warm flesh.. you are so hot and moist, you smell so good. Your juices coating my mouth, dribbling down my chin, making me drool in anticipation of tasting you more, with every tiny nibble.

"Oh yes", I whisper breathlessly... "I do love a Butterball turkey..."


It wasn't what your dirty little mind thought it was now was it ? LOL...

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Scary doings in Windy Corners!

Not really, it is just that time of year again; And, being me I have a few tidbits to share on the holiday.

Halloween or Hallowe'en, is sometimes called Nutcrack Night and Holy Eve. Has its roots in All Hallows' Eve, which as many people know, is the night before the Christian festival of All Saints Day, or All Hallows.

Hallows is derived from the Old English word 'halig' meaning ‘a holy man’. All Hallows was first observed on the 1st of May, However in 834 the holiday was moved to the date of the 1st of November. It celebrated the desecration of the Roman Pantheon, a pagan temple dedicated to all of Rome’s gods, in 610.

The Celtic peoples considered this the end of the year. Known as Summer's End it was a festival akin to our modern New Year's Eve. To the Celts, their days ran from sundown to sundown. From this we get what the phrase 'eve,' meaning the time before, and this night was the start of that this festival.

During this time it was believed that the veil between worlds is thinnest, allowing the spirits of the dead to walk the earth. They used this time to honor their dead loved ones and for Divining into the future.

"Old Hallowe'en" Old Hallowe'en, or Hallowe'en Old Style (usually abbreviated O.S.), is the day that the sun hits 15 degrees Scorpio. This is the old Scottish Quarter Day of 11th November, also adopted by Christianity and changed to Martinmas Day. It is considered an important date in astrological terms and is sometimes called a "power point". An eagle is often used as a symbol.

The festival of the dead at this time of year is something many cultures have in common, from the Mexican Dia De los Metros (Day of the Dead) to the observances of ancient Egypt.

Many Christians erroneously believe that Witches selected the dates in which they observed their Sabbats to correlate with the times of important Christian festivals as a way to make a sacrilegious mockery of them. In reality, it was the Christian church that chose to observe their festivals on the dates of important Pagan holy days. This was a way for the Christian church, which had few members, to convert the Pagan population. As the Church grew in power it gradually erased the true meanings if the days.

Halloween today is a very different and an extremely popular holiday; evoking visions of cute tots dressed in even cuter costumes begging for treats as they go door to door caroling the familiar call “Trick or treat!” . The tradition persist despite the fact that every year the Fundamentalist Christian groups attempt to ban the celebrations.

Halloween, is observed as the chief festival in most modern witchcraft traditions. Known as Samhain (Sow-en) The Grand Sabbat, is a time for quiet reflection and remembrance of those how have passed beyond. It is also considered a good time for divination and to communicate with the spirits and ancestors

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Ah yes so very familiar!

A Love Story

I will seek and find you . . .

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you .
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.

All my love,
The Flu

Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Also a departure from the norm.

Now normally, I would not post this here, but I can t help but agree with this.



From: God/dess

To: Our Children of Earth

Re: Idiotic Religious Rivalries

Dear Children (and believe us, that's all of you), We consider ourselves pretty patient folks. For instance, look at the Grand Canyon. It took millions of years to get it right. And about evolution? Boy, nothing is slower than designing that whole Darwinian thing to take place, cell by cell, and gene by gene.

We' ve been patient through your fashions, civilizations, wars and schemes, and the countless ways you take Us for granted until you get yourselves into big trouble again and again. We want to let you know about some of the things that are starting to tick Us off.

First of all, your religious rivalries are driving Us up a wall. Enough already! Let's get one thing straight: These are YOUR religions, not Ours. We're the whole enchilada; We're beyond them all. Every one of your religions claims there is only one of Us (which by the way, is absolutely true). But in the very next breath, each religion claims it's Our favorite one. And each claims it's scriptures were written personally by Us, and that all the other scriptures are man-made.

Oy Vey. How do We even begin to put a stop to such complicated nonsense?

Okay, listen up now. We're your Father AND Mother, and We don't play favorites among Our children. Also, We hate to break it to you, but We don't write. Our longhand is awful, and We've always been more of doers anyway. So ALL of your books, including those Bibles, were written by men and women. They were inspired, remarkable people, but they also made mistakes here and there. We made sure of that so that you would never trust a written word more than your own living heart.

You see, one human being to Us, even a bum on the street, is worth more than all the Holy Books in the world. That's just the kind of folks we are. Our spirit is not a historical thing. It's alive right here, right now, as fresh as your next breath. Holy books and religious rites are sacred and powerful, but not more so than the least of you.

They were only meant to steer you in the right direction, not to keep you arguing with each other, and certainly not to keep you from trusting your own personal connection with Us. Which brings Us to Our next point about your nonsense.

You act like We need you and your religions to stick up for Us or "win souls" for Our sake. Please, don't do Us any favors. We can stand quite well on our own, thank you. We don't need you to defend Us, and We don't need constant credit. We just want you to be good to each other. And another thing, We don't get all worked up over money or politics, so stop dragging Our names into your dramas.

For example, We swear to Us ::::smile::::, that We never threatened Oral Roberts. We never rode in any of Rajneesh's Rolls Royces. We never told Pat Robertson to run for president, and We've never, EVER had a conversation with Jim Baker, Jerry Falwell, or Jimmy Swaggart! Of course, come Judgment Day, We certainly intend to....

The thing is, We want you to stop thinking of religion as some sort of loyalty pledge to Us. The true purpose of your religions is so that YOU can become more aware of Us, not the other way around. Believe Us, We know you already. We know what's in each of your hearts, and We love you with no strings attached. Lighten up and enjoy Us.

That's what religion is best for. What you seem to forget is how mysterious We are. You look at the petty differences in your Scriptures and say, Well, if THIS is the truth, then THAT can't be! But instead of trying to figure out Our Paradoxes and Unfathomable Nature, which by the way, you NEVER will, why not open your hearts to the simple common threads in all religions. You know what We're talking about. Love and respect everyone. Be kind, even when life is scary or confusing. Take courage and be of good cheer, for We are always with you. Learn how to be quiet, so you can hear Our still, small voice. (We don't like to shout).

Leave the world a better place by living your life with dignity and gracefulness, for you are Our Own Children. Hold back nothing from life, for the parts of you that can die surely will, and the parts that can't, won't. So don't worry, be happy. (We stole that last line from Bobby McFerrin.)

Simple stuff. Why do you keep making it so complicated? It's like you're always looking for an excuse to be upset. And We're very tired of being your main excuse. Do you think We care whether you call Us.... Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Diana, Wakantonka, Brahma, Cerridwen, Father, Mother, God, Goddess or even the Void of Nirvana?

Do you think We care which of Our special children you feel closest to, Jesus, Mary, Buddha, Krishna, Gerald, Mohammed or any of the others? You can call Us and Our Special Ones any name you choose, if only you would go about Our business of loving one another as We love you. How can you keep neglecting something so simple?

We're not telling you to abandon your religions. Enjoy your religions, honor them, learn from them, just as you should enjoy, honor, and learn from your parents. But do you walk around telling everyone that your parents are better than theirs? Your religion, like your parents, may always have the most special place in your hearts, We don't mind that at all.

And We don't want you to combine all the Great Traditions in One Big Mess. Each religion is unique for a reason. Each has a unique style so that people can find the best path for themselves. Know that Our Special Children, the ones that your religions revolve around, all live in the same place, (Our heart), and they get along perfectly, We assure you. The clergy must stop creating a myth of sibling rivalry where there is none.

Our blessed children of Earth, the world has grown too small for your pervasive religious bigotries and confusion. The whole planet is connected by air travel, satellite dishes, telephones, fax machines, rock concerts, diseases, and mutual needs and concerns. Get with the program! If you really want to help, then commit yourselves to figuring out how to feed your hungry, clothe your naked, protect your abused, and shelter your poor. And just as importantly, make your own everyday life a shining example of kindness and good humor.

We've given you all the resources you need, if only you abandon your fear of each other and begin living, loving and laughing together. We're not really ticked off. We just wanted to grab your attention because We hate to see you suffer. You have free will to choose your own paths, and We just want you to be happy.

In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust, Us

Just a little something different

Deep peace of the running wave to you, Of water flowing, rising and falling, Sometimes advancing, sometimes receding. May the stream of your life flow unimpeded! Deep peace of the running wave to you!
Deep peace of the flowing air to you, Which fans your face on a sultry day, The air which you breathe deeply, rhythmically, Which imparts to you energy, consciousness, life. Deep peace of the flowing air to you!
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you, Who, herself unmoving, harbors the movements And facilitates the life of the ten thousand creatures. While resting contented, stable, tranquil. Deep peace of the quiet earth to you!
Deep peace of the shining stars to you, Which stay invisible till darkness falls And discloses their pure and shining presence Beaming down in compassion on our turning world. Deep peace of the shining stars to you! - a Gaelic poem

Friday, September 23, 2005

Just a little update

Ok I know it has been a while since I posted, I am very sorry.

Not much has happened, I finally found a job. Go me! My butt-burn has turned into a tasty tan. Pooh is most pleased. Speedy the turtle made another of his great escapes along with Pooh Jr. The snake got away but Speedy was left eating his dust. Speedy is now giving me the go to hell stare from his aquarium. Pooh has threatened to turn him into a rattle, but Speedy knows he is a pussy and would never.

I have begun work on a novella. It is going well actually or would if Pooh would leave me alone for FIVE MINUTES. He has been pestering the crap out of me. I wish he would find a girlfriend to take up his time. I resorted to telling him I was totally blocked and could not write squat, this seemed to satisfy him as he is acting normally again.

Not that he does not have his sweet moments, he sat with me in the backyard last night, and took me to dinner tonight. Pooh is a lovely and wonderfully alpha male; v. sesy , and everyone knows that alpha males come with a huge pile of BS one has to deal with.

Moving on, Winding city is very successful, thanks to my girls who seem to have fallen as in love with the Memeverse (as Nee calls it) as I have. Muah to you all and you know who you all are.

Things have also been going well with my mom and dad, I have been spending one day a week with them, it is very nice as I missed them terribly. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for my brother.

I also started Weight Watchers I have lost 10 lbs so far. Go me again! I am woefully out of shape though, but much like my writing I keep plodding along.

Well that is all for now. As always keep the victims of Katrina in mind, remember the divine loves a cheerful giver and let us all hope that Rita will not be a repeat of that shameful incident.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Yes I am still up on my soapbox

And I shall remain there until such a time as these states have recovered. So often with these sorts of disasters people flood charities with generosity then, as the media moves on to something else they do as well.

Not this time. I will do my part to make sure people know that those people will need our help for months to come.

Today I read an article about NOLA that made me smile. There is a reason why so many people fall in love with this city.

French Quarter forges on with stubborn hearts

'We're not helpless,' says cleanup crowd
By Bruce NolanStaff writer

Sunday, the sixth day after the apocalypse of wind, fire and flood visited New Orleans, Nancy Hirst stepped out of Johnny White's Sports Bar and Grill in the French Quarter and trilled, "There's buses leaving from Harrah's in a little while, if anybody's interested."None among the small crowd gathered outside in the empty street stirred.

Not bare-chested John Lambert, carrying a sign that read "Life goes on?"Not a woman in black fishnet stockings who called herself Jelly Sandwich ("'cause Jam don't shake like that"). And not Diana Straydog, an Apache Indian in flip-flops smoking an 8-inch Monte Cristo cigar.

Overhead, the whine and thump of heavy military helicopters reverberated through the nearly empty streets of the French Quarter. They circled on distant missions or streamed low overhead. Once a fleet of seven streamed over the triple spires of St. Louis Cathedral in a deafening roar.Armed police and sheriff's deputies from distant states patrolled Canal Street and walked through the French Quarter with sidearms and M-16 rifles. But the Quarter remained a determined flicker of its old self.

Although largely depopulated, it was not empty. And what filled it up was what people have always filled it with, which is what is in their hearts.At noon, the great bells of St. Louis Cathedral remained silent instead of tolling the hour as usual. The only sound filling the empty Place John Paul was the swish of Ty Watford's broom.Watford, his companion, Ashley McCoy, and a few friends swept leaves and branches accumulated from Hurricane Katrina and dumped them in city trash barrels.

The place looked parade-ground perfect."It's our neighborhood. We're not helpless," Watford said. "We can fix it ourselves. We don't have to wait for anybody."Watford and McCoy rode out the hurricane two blocks away on Dumaine Street, and three days ago they began sweeping there, out of pride and a desire to kill the boredom."You should see where we live," Watford said. "Our street looks like nothing ever happened."

On Saturday, they swept St. Anne and St. Peters streets flanking Jackson Square; Sunday was for the Place John Paul.

While reports abounded of anarchy outside the Quarter, Watford said he and McCoy never felt unsafe. "Every time somebody passes by, they ask if we need something. The French Quarter is as safe now as it's ever been."It was safe - even convivial - outside Johnny White's on the corner of Bourbon and Orleans, perhaps the only place in the Quarter serving, even if it was warm.

Ordinarily, during the Southern Decadence weekend, the Quarter would be packed with gay men and lesbians socializing in their annual celebration of gay culture.But after Katrina, this would have to do: Lambert, with his son; Straydog with her cigar; and Jelly Sandwich, who said her "Central Business District name" is Jill Sandars.

In time, they would head a few blocks away and start the traditional Sunday decadence parade. As usual, the rules were bent.Lambert, for one, spoke of having a girlfriend. "I guess you could say it's an excuse for people to come out and be whoever they are or whoever they want to be," he said. "There are so many dedicated people here, and they're not going to give up. You hear so many people outside saying they're not coming back."There's got to be at least as many who will."

Saturday, September 03, 2005

What gives me the red ass…

No, it is not my sunburn, which is turning into a lovely tan TYVM. A friend of mine emailed this to us this morning. It was posted on one of the loops she belongs to.

I am printing is as it came to me.

lizzy baker
Date: Sat Sep 3, 2005 10:51 am
Subject: Send Email

New orleans needs to be hit with another hurricain in my opinion. And did any ofyou know that the people on the bridge were there to begin with and they all had two days warning to get the hwll out. Its stupid cause they were all alcoholics and crack user thats why they were jumping. Its was cause of withdraw simptoms.Adn new orleans was a guetto and beside a few historical monuments it was trash I know cause i have been there. And did ya know there so nasty they Raped andmurdered and shot 6 people in the own st6adium then set it on fire. there abunch of welfare, drug doing people that need to be hit by katrina again.

My goodness,
What a lot you have to say Ms. Baker. Obviously you have given this a lot of thought, and I can well see how you would feel this way.

Obviously you are far above the rest of us common mortals. I guess the rest of us should feel privileged that we get to see the glorious light that shines out of your ass as you bend over and show it to the world with this post. I mean it is not every day one gets to meet a perfect person.

Wow, in fact I cannot believe the rest of America does not fall in line with your oh so brilliant pronouncements. It must be very easy to sit up there on your pedestal and ignore the suffering of small children, the elderly and the animal life that is amongst the - and I quote- welfare, drug doing people that need to be hit by katrina again.

I don’t know what faith you are, Ms. Baker or if you even believe that there may be a power higher than you and your big uninformed mouth, but I would surely love to be a fly on the wall when you get your chance to meet that deity. Just to see if your explanation for this drivel is as poorly worded and inane as your posting was.

I also hope you remember the phrase what goes around comes around. So that when something truly awful and devastating happens to you (and it will, it always does.) There won’t be any confusion or poor-me’s about it.

Also perhaps you should write a strongly worded letter to all the dictionary publishers out there and make them aware that they have been misspelling most of the words in the English language. as you are so wise and all knowing. I counted at least 9 words that they should fix post haste.

From a person who has several friends from New Orleans, has visited the city a lot more than you and seen the beauty in the place and people.


Friday, September 02, 2005

All the help is lovely, but please remember-

-the little towns in the area that were not hit by Katrina but are now being overwhelmed by refugees.

My friend Jenn lives in one such town this link will lead you to her blog.

In addition to the Red Cross and the Salvation Army here are a couple more organizations that people can donate to. Baton Rouge Area Foundation Convoy of Hope

When you make your donation remember to earmark it for Hurricane Katrina Relief. Put in in your check/money order line, or tell the representative.

This is going to be a long haul folks, please done let your generosity move on when the media's attention does. These people will need us and the aid we can give them for years to come.

Watching and seeing things getting worse

Yes it is just awful, Pooh may be driving a truck of supplies down Friday, I know it is mean-spirited but I hope they don't need him as I will worry. I have volunteered my time as well, and will continue to for as long as it is needed.

Our friends in the area have gone to Canton MS and are staying in a hotel. It is hard as the place is 80.00 a night and their men have stayed behind because of the looting. It is wearying for them, even our favorite coonass is loosing his happy-go-lucky attitude.

They are thinking of relocating up by another friend, near Madison, which would be nice as we would all be near each other when Pooh and I move there.

I have been volunteering at the senior center for the last month, it is fun, They all bring an item and play bingo before lunch and I get to call it. Sometimes I do paperwork, I find it very relaxing, and it gets my mind off this mess.

I also managed to get a sunburn on my bottom, How you ask? I went outside in my gown and accidental fell asleep in the shade. Did you know the sun moves? I myself found this a very surprising fact; especially as when woke up my bottom half was really very overly warm. So now I look like a candy cane, white and red stripes.

Being a sensible female I blamed my butt-burn on Pooh as everything is his fault anyway. What was Pooh's comment you ask. "Don't blame me, I didn't ask for a rump roast."

Rump Roast? Leave it to my Pooh to equate my rear end with food.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Thoughts Of New Orleans.

In the days before Katrina struck I, like a lot of others was concerned, then as it hit I breathed a sigh of relief. Until the levies broke.

My first thoughts were for a good friend who lives in the area with her family, and we all fretted and worried and called her over and over until we received word late last night they were all safe and well. It was then my thoughts turned to the city of New Orleans.

Everyone who knows me knows I have a long and enduring love for the city that care forgot. New Orleans has held my fascination since I was a small child, as a teenager I read everything I could get my hands on when it came to New Orleans, and when I actually visited the city for the first time in my mid twenties I felt as if I come home.

I have been privileged to visit the area several times since, and with my Pooh I was lucky enough to be able to explore many nooks and crannies that I otherwise not have been able to. I love this place, with it’s air of old world elegance and decay. It’s free spirit and joy of life everywhere you look.

The mist in the mornings. The smell of the river and cooking, and the city so alive, when you walk the streets you can’t help but feel the weight of time, wonder about the many feet that have taken the same path you are.

The blacksmith’s tavern, purported to be a haunt of the Pirate Jean Lafitte. One of the oldest structures in the quarter, dark and smoky where one can sit and enjoy a mint julep and feel a bit mysterious and naughty.

On our last visit there, I dragged Pooh to St Louis No.1 where the great voodoo queen Marie
Levau is said to be buried, I chased both a pigeon and a rat the size of a Maine coon. (Did not catch either much to pooh’s relief.) Marie’s tomb was decorated with tokens left, wishes people have asked for. Who will leave those tokens now?

I bored him nattering about the Baroness Pontalba and her famous buildings and went on and on about Napoleon’s death mask. Poor pooh, all he wanted was a t-shirt and a sandwich but he indulged me.

The Court of Two Sisters, where they have the most wonderful brunches, now flooded with water. As is the gun shop on Royal street I had to physically drag my hubby out of before he spent our life savings. The Lalaurie house where ghosts of murdered slaves are said to roam restlessly, Pirates Alley, where Pooh and I found a boot I am still convinced belonged to one of the Lafitte brothers. The street car that inspired Tennessee Williams. The superdome that sheltered so many from Mother Nature’s fury.

The Acme Oyster house, Jackson brewery, Congo square, French market, Café Du Monde, the Cabildo, Cathedral, and Presbytere. Storyville, where prostitution was alive and well at the turn of the century. So many places, so much history, now battered and drowned.

The places I mention are well known, but New Orleans is stuffed stories, memories and lives. So many lives, now lost, whose stories we will never know. Mothers and fathers. Sisters, brothers and children. How many will never be found? My heart weeps with the tragedy of those lost souls, and for those left to carry on.

And carry on they will, the people of NOLA are a hearty, brassy lot. They will pull themselves from this, rebuild, and repair. There will be many more drunken Mardi Gras, cheap beads, bare breasts and college students. New Orleans will survive, changed forever, but still standing.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Pooh- Lord of the Snakes, but not the Reno!

Well then, as most of you know I have several pets. My mother feels this makes up for my being childless and she is most likely right. I don’t consider I have gone over board however. I have one dog (Reno), One cat (Gray) one bird (Toot) and one turtle (Speedy). I feel I have all the elements represented here too so it is all good.

Now I also count Pooh as a pet, mostly because he eats with his paws, pees outside and has been knows to run about in the front yard wearing nothing but his undies. Also if you scratch him just right behind is ear, his leg twitches; or at least he tells me it is his leg. Ahem.

Today Pooh is a proud man. While shooting his bow and arrow set he chanced upon a snake. Immediately he marshaled his manly prowess and vanquished the two inch long thing.

Now we come to one of the things that makes me madly in love with Pooh. Now that he held the creature powerless in his grip he began to worry that it was too small to take care of itself, what with all the ravens we have in the backyard and such. Perhaps it would not be able to get enough to eat.

Bless him.

Ergo it makes perfect sense to scoop it up and put it in his failed herb garden. The one that he planted in an old aquarium and proceeded to tell me was marijuana. Picture me running about the house screaming “ OMG! We are going to get arrested! I am too pretty to go to jail!!!!!”

Yeah he thought it was pretty funny too. Gawd!

But I digress.

After inquiring as to what the thing eats and being told flies, and no that it would not be able to crawl out of the aquarium even though there is nothing covering it, a statement I doubted greatly, I managed to dig up the small container I once kept Speedy in back when he was still the size of a quarter. A bit of kitty litter and a few river rocks later and I now have a snake- a tiny, little snake who looks absolutely terrified mind you- living on my kitchen counter.

Now comes the truly sad part. My poor dog Reno is apparently scared of snakes as when pooh stuck the little thing in his face he peed all over the kitchen. Reno was very embarrassed. Pooh was very angry mostly because I made him clean it up. *EG*

I have friends that would keel over in a dead faint if they saw this but I am not squeamish. And I have to say, the lil sucker is just too darn cute! Now my question to you all; what should we call him? I like the sound of Pooh Jr. but that may be a bit much.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Revenge of the pale red kitchen

Pooh’s ‘remedy’ has apparently worked. Yay. I can't tell you how overcome with joy I was to hear that. Gawd.

I am now painting the cabinets.



Yes it is small and petty, but it makes me feel better! The idea of my ever so manly husband cooking in a pink and cream kitchen just makes me smile.

In fact I think that pansy print yellow calico just might make some lovely curtains. After all the western motif we have now just does not go with my pretty pastel pink cabinets.

Does this make me an ebil wifey???

Do I care…. Erm NO!

Monday, August 15, 2005

Dealing wth the Poohdragon

As some of you may know My Pooh loves FIRE. He loves to make it, cook with it and play with it. Some months ago he set the kitchen on fire by leaving a pan of grease on the stove. The flames were so hot they melted the microwave next to the stove. Let me say - convincing him to purchase a new oone was quite a feat as he was convinced that although the entire side resembled candle wax, because the keypad still worked the microwave was still completely safe.

However that is another story for another time.

As I was saying he set the kitchen on fire, and though the damage was minimal, I spent 5 days cleaning up the mess. Now for those of you who have husbands who do not like FIRE, let me explain; Soot gets everywhere and stains everything. So my once white kitchen was now the color of Pooh's two year old tighty-whities.

This incident happend in May and I still feel now as I did then, I should not have to spend my hard earned dollars to fix his mistake. He agreed at the time and we soon picked colors out for the kitchen.

Fast forward to August 15- The Kitchen is still old-undie gray and I am very ill tempered. Fortunately I had to visit our storage building today and therein discovered a forgoten 5 gallon container of paint from our old apartment.

Yes, The Meme did a happy dance!!! Home went I and painted did I, however, I am short and there a few spots that cannot be reached by my stumpy ass. As Pooh had a short day at work and is several inches taller than I. I felt it reasonable to ask him to paint this six inch area.

Apparently not.

Pooh informed me that he cannot possible accommodate my request as he has been eating too much cheese and his body is not functing as it should. Therefore he must pamper his poor bloated self and consume and entire box of raisin bran drizzled with black strap molasses. (Pooh loves molasses.)

As I am used to these sorts of coments from my darling Pooh I took the news with good grace. However I find myself feeling slightly resentful. I am not the one that forced him to grate and entire one pond brick of extra sharp cheddar cheese onto three tortila chips and spent his Sunday watching "Saw" now am I?

Iask you- when does the madness end???

Saturday, August 13, 2005


Finally I have my very own blog! I know every one is ever so excited for me, as It is all about me and me (meme get it??) Fine so it is a dorky joke

Anyhoo happy b-day to our nee who we love!

All hail the deet queen!!!

I have started a interesting little game on yahoo groups. Thanks to all my friends that have helped me with the development of Winding City!

I am very excited as Booh (name has been changed to protect the innocent) has drawn a map of the city and now its like we have our own little corner of the universe!

And thanks to my very own Pooh who helped me make up Winding to start with!