The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

TAP TAP Hello in there, it's nice to to see you today. how did you get your hair to stand that way? No. Really. I want to know. I'm truly very impressed, And I do admire your interesting dress. So Dear, It's a nice day. Is it better over there? I mean other than your clothes and hair. Dishes done? Laundry away? Any pressing engagements? Bills paid with cash to spare, no towering rent? A visit? May I join you? In your strange backwards world, where it doesn't matter if your hair is curled. No then? Alright I guess. You'll go when I walk away. But I'm glad we took time to talk today.

This world can be an ugly place. Not so much because of the physical junk that we humans seem to think we need to put on this green earth, instead it can be ugly because of the stupid stuff that we people put each other through. Vengeful words, Irrational work loads, Abusive teasing, Spiteful actions, Physical injury, Racial Prejudice, Lying, Cheating, Thievery, why do we inflict such emotional and physical turmoil on our fellow man? Is it because we see that as the only way to make life fair? If I'm going to be hurt, then I will hurt others as well just so we're all even and we all hurt. How does that solve anything? It doesn't. But then, those of us who refrain from dishing what we've been dished often get walked on for it. Curse you life and your unfairness! I take comfort in the goodness of those few people out there.

Yesterday I was denied the privilege of spending sometime here in Cyber Space do to the unexpected scheduling of my work. I spent a grand total of ten hours in their with no place to rest my hind quarters for what seemed an eternity. Google Images My toes were the first to protest this outrage and, like a certain supervisor I have who seems to sour everyones mood when he is around, my toes began to spread their unhappiness amongst the other joints in the area. Thus, every joint all the way up to my knees began to complain loudly. But unlike that certain supervisor who got out of my hair around 2pm, my joints would continue to whine until I removed them from service at 10pm. Also around 8pm I began to get kinda loopy from boredom and exhaustion. And with nobody in the store and only the occasional Drive-Thru order, singing, dancing, and getting rather creative with how the few orders were bagged/handed out seemed a reasonable way to try and liven up the last two grueling hou...

What a lazy Saturday this is. Pancakes at ten and then a moment in the computer chair to contemplate what to announce to the world today.Perhaps I use this as an excuse to remain in my pajamas for a little while longer this morning. I've been feeling sentimental lately. My mother is putting together a slide show for my grandparents 50th anniversary so this sappy easy listening music has been blowing through our home that has my mother making claims about her brain turning to mush, as she arranges the images to this music. I actually have been enjoying it, makes me feel all mushy and romantic inside. Makes me want to go out dancing, swirl around the floor in a beautiful skirt and bare feet. google images It must be the silly little girl in me who feels like dressing up and being admired. To wear things far to big or too fine for me. I can't say how many times I've wished I were a fine lady dressed endlessly with ribbons, curls, and pearls. But then I could never wear...

"The heart is tender, the heart is a song the heart is warm, the heart is strong the heart feels, the heart aches the heart flys, the heart breaks then it heals, and continues to beat and will always, with out defeat I've discovered something in my journey through the ridiculousness of teenage life. Feelings can effect the body almost more than the mind. Especially when those feelings deal with the heart. There is almost no middle ground when dealing with those kinds of feelings. They are always extremes. You can feel as though you could fly to the moon and never come down again. Or you can feel like the bottom of someones shoe who just took a walk through a cow pie. Whats more those feelings are brand new and incredibly...no... insanely strong. How do you stand against a tidal wave when all you have is a bucket? I mean really. How do you manage to take those wonderful and incredibly good feeling emotions without wondering how you will live with the crushing disap...

There I was just chilling downstairs trying to decided what to attach to my blog. I had been thinking about fairies and forests, things of that nature. I thought I might write a story that involved these things. Thus I began searching the Internet for inspiration. BUT! Instead of finding inspiration for writing I became increasingly drawn to the idea of drawing my own picture! Before this moment of artistic inspiration evaporated I raced to print some model pictures and quickly grabbed my pencil to begin what I could now see in my head as the most beautiful Fairy Ball that have ever been held under the light of the Full Moon. Covered in graphite and surrounded by papers with pictures of ballet dancers and flowers is how my mother found me when she went to answer the door. Thus buried in my creative attitude I didn't realized what was happen at my front door until my mother plopped a rather heavy cardboard box at my feet. It took my brain a moment to register just what was ...

When I woke up Monday morning to my mother saying " Are you coming with me or what?" the last thing I expected to accomplish in the next three hours was to be committed to a rescue mission or pop a garden into existence where there wasn't even a hint of one before Never the less, once she had managed to get me up to go run with her she proceeded to brief me on our mission for the morning. She had been feeling sorry for a lonely Daisey that had made it's home in the middle of a vacant lot at the back of our neighborhood. It had no one to love it so we took into our heads to bring it home. After we ran home and chugged a gallon of water ( well, at least I did. Mom was too ninja for that), we proceeded with our plan. I threw the shovel in the back of the car and Mom grabbed a box and we were set on a mission. I couldn't help but giggle to myself as Mom hummed the mission impossible theme while we drove through our still sleeping neighborhood. Once the Daisey had be...