Schmooze?...

There is supposed to be a banner here...


from Dave.

He nominated me for a blogger SCHMOOZE award.
I've often thought of schmoozers as ass-kissers, so I
looked it up. Found a definition I really like...
an intimate conversation. Much better. Oh yeah.

The rules say I should nominate five other bloggers as
SCHMOOZE-Rs. That should be easy, except limiting
it to five is hard. I know sooooo many schmoozers.

Berry, Mick, Larry, Jack, Kim and k.... I could easily do more.

If I could only figure out how to get that banner in this post
or even on my sidebar. Damn... I am so techno-lame.

thank you, Dave.

Is it just me...

or is this blog depressing?

Why is it easier to write boohoo
than woohoo?

I need to work on that. Somehow.

Yet another good-bye...

The tiny kitten decided he was going to live here.
No matter that we had decided that we had more
than enough pets. No matter that we were still
mourning the recent loss of one of our favorites
after a long battle with cancer.

The tiny kitten had made up his mind. He was staying.
I named him Bubba.

That was Thanksgiving weekend 1994.

He turned out to be a Maine Coon and grew to weigh
more than fifteen pounds. A giant, fuzzy, loving and
loveable, sweet, adorable, constantly purring cat.

This Monday evening I buried him under the rose bushes
beside the others. Too many others.
I've been trying to write something about him all week.

This house is full of death.
Paint, repairs and new furnishings would be no more
than cheap make-up on an ugly woman. Still ugly.
I hate it here.

Now, can someone tell me why I have not cried for Bubba?

Masquerade...

Speak not false love
to make me stay
tonight,
then fade away.

If it means naught
for more than now
be true,
as all souls should.

Put down the mask
so I may choose,
advised,
to dance, or not.

Old Meme...

Berry tagged me with this meme
last summer. I forgot to do it then, so
when I tagged him with a meme a few weeks
ago, he slyly reminded me that I owed him one.
He is a very patient man.

Here are the rules:

1. Pick up the book nearest to you right now.
2. Go to page 123 in that book.
3. Find the fifth sentence on page 123.
4. Post it and the next three sentences.
5. Tag three people.

... I bought this book for someone else. I haven't
read it. It is The Stand, by Stephen King.
So, on page 123 the fifth sentence is, "The Connie's driver
had pulled over, leaned out, and said: "Need any help?"

The next three sentences are, "Sure do," Poke had said, and
pokerized the guy right on the spot. Got him dead-bang
between the eyes with the .357 Mag. Poor sucker probably
never even knew what had hit him."


hmmm... I have no idea what else to do with this, if anything.
I'm not going to tag anyone. Do it if you want to.

There ya go, Berry... we be even now. heh.

Going away...

for the weekend.

I'll catch up with everyone Sunday night.
In the meantime, visit Sparrow's new blog.
She is one awesome lady and a talented writer.

Ya'll have a great weekend!


update Sunday: the weather was perfect,
the mountains beautiful, the pizza awesome.
Time for bed... work tomorrow.

G'night all!

Facade...

I have nothing to say
at the moment
that you want
to hear.
The words in my head,
on the tip of my tongue,
would send you away
so, I say nothing
right now
of any import
in order to keep you
close by.
Were you busy today?
Any plans for the weekend?
Meanwhile, my brain and
my heart
overflow, flooded with
want and fear of
goodbye.
Skimming the surface
Superficially chanting
much meaningless think.
How sad that we
dance around,
unsatisfyingly,
what both of us crave,
determined to maintain our
exterior shield
of wanting for naught.

Black-eyed Susan...

sad flower
petals fall
as tears.
he loves me not.
he loves me
not.
he loves
me not.
he
loves me
not.

Bartender...

leave the bottle.
I'd go home if
I thought she might
be waiting.

Headstone...

whatever happens when,
don't remember
how I died.
remember how I lived.

It's too friggin' HOT...

...and I'm miserable. Dammit.

Yes. I do know it is hot almost everywhere, and
much hotter in lots of other places. However,
I am not anywhere else... I am HERE. Dammit.
It's too hot HERE... and too HUMID.

We still have August and September to live through.
Dammit. I want October.

I have a window a/c unit in my bedroom. Ceiling fans
in all the rooms. I may have to stop being such a
penny-pincher and get another a/c unit for the room
the computer is in. I can't stay in here for long without
being drenched in sweat. (there's a sexy image, eh?)
SO... I haven't spent much time at the computer lately.
Figure if I drip sweat on the keyboard it will short out
or something and then I'll really be pissed.

No one likes me when I'm pissed. Including me.
Whine, whine, whine... dammit.

I will do one constructive thing while I am here and before
I melt....
Lee closed his 'A Slice of Life' blog. He started a new one
and I promised I'd help let people know.
The new one is, A Break From The Norm.
He only has one post up so far, because they just moved
to their new house and are getting settled. And, he works
two jobs... or is it three? Whatever. He's busy.
So, go say hi and christen his new blog all proper and stuff.
update: maybe this will work http://abreakfromthenorm.blogspot.com

I'll be around off and on. Right now... back to the cool bedroom.
Dammit.

Meme Alert!...

I've seen this one going around for a while and Desert Cat
has included me in his tagging. The policy for this one is to
post the rules first, so...



1. Post the rules for the meme at the beginning of your post.
2. This meme consists of the blogger listing eight random
facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged in this post are to write their own
post listing their own eight random items and list the rules.
4. At the end of the post/meme, list the folks you are tagging
and leave them notice of such in their comments.

************

1. I love going barefoot and hate wearing socks.
(Does this count as two things?) Socks drive me crazy, make my
feet itchy, and leave funny marks on my legs. The only time I can
deal with wearing socks is when I go to the gym, and I haven't
done that in about five years.
First thing I do when I get home is kick off my shoes.

2. I will search a map for alternate routes in order to avoid driving
on interstates. I much prefer two-lane roads through small towns
at a leisurely pace. I don't care if it takes longer. When it happens
that I cannot avoid the multi-lane madhouses, I am nearly in tears.

3. High school graduating class 1969 (shut up, youngsters!) ....
I was voted "Most Courteous". I really wanted "Best Dressed".
I don't often fit the courteous label any more. In real life.

4. Another high school item, same year... boyfriend, at the time,
and I were voted "Sweetheart King and Queen". (Stop gagging!)

5. My birthday makes me a Pisces. So, why can't I swim?
OK, the boobs help keep me afloat, but that isn't swimming.

6. I do not have a favorite food. I like many. A lot. Unfortunately.

7. I do not have a favorite color. I like them all. But, my favorite kind
of photography is black and white. Love the details in contrast.

8. Has been several years since anyone, other than myself of course,
has been in my house. Lots of reasons. Perhaps future blog fodder.
Don't ask.


Now for the tagging............ (plus anyone who just wants to)...

Aspergantus, Kudzu, Boneman, Alan, Corby, Irrelephant,
and a new blogger TheBottomOfTheSwamp.
I will include Sparrow, as soon as she gets her blog going.

Write your life...

Whether it be like this or in letters to yourself,
as in a journal, or a diary.
Write everything about you so that others
may know. How you lived.
What you thought. When you cried.
Loved and laughed. Did you dream?
It may be found some day, and those who
knew you. Might cry. Might laugh.
Might gasp, "That's why!"
"That's when!" "That's where!"
Then again, a stranger might find you
in your words. And know you better than
all those others. Take you home.
Live with you another life.
See in you another way. Love their life again.
Find the path. Forgive their pain.
See the stars.
You are a book. A poem. A song.
Write your life.