Thursday, September 6, 2012

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

No more nasty taffy

No I don't no way no how do I like even look at Mary Jane's. There is something about the taste, how it looks and the annoyance that was one of the candies in my Halloween Bag that always appeared. I hate them don't why and yet hate is strong word but there is something about them.

Why would you name a candy that is tan brown and square after a little girl. Look at it, it is just wrong and the taste is just ECK like sandpaper.  It is also so hard that I that the one time I tried it literally couldn't get it out of my mouth and teeth. My dentist was not happy with that x-ray with the little piece of candy in my teeth. If you are going to name a candy after little girl, stick with pink & sweet and leave candy like that for seaman.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The Candy Is Mine

English: An Almond Joy bar, broken in half.
English: An Almond Joy bar, broken in half. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Candy and memories I can't remember many for when I eat candy I alone in my thoughts for I am too selfish to share with others.

I do enjoy the Halloween when I have to go looking for my almond joy, which by the way is really becoming a hot commodity since I don't see them any more in the bag when I check. I guess growing up in a home where candy was a luxury it had to be hidden since it was to be shared among others, I am pretty flexible but not like that since my siblings did the same. It was a quiet understanding but if one broke it, then the fists came out to defend our stash. Our mom did yell but we didn't say why other than he hit me or she is not be fair.

Mom was to never know and to this day I wonder if she did now but choose to stay away.

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Gum of Yester Year

What I miss most is the candy from yesteryear available in stores today. When I was in school I carried he following two candies in my bag which one was Fruit Stripe Gum and another Fruit Stripe Gum and Howard's Gum which my mouth smelled like grapes.

The only time I was see them is at a Cracker Barrel or old time country store while on vacation. New York I think sometimes doesn't believe in keeping things from the past, it is time to move on and take the next big thing. With everyone finding to healthy the old candy was hard to find. It is mostly pure sugar some but I was fine nor was eating it consistently. Everything is moderation which is why I think certain things go off the shelf as fast as they do.

If I do see the Howard's Gum I plan on picking it up. As I write and look at the picture I am craving the taste for I wonder if it tastes the same or just tasted better when I was younger and smoking more.

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Monday, August 6, 2012

My Liege to the Candy Fiend

Candy is good, candy is fine, candy make me lose my mind.  I love it but I always enjoyed the odd as I go older. 

From what I remember was the necklace given at a birthday party when I was still a toddler around three.  Being a girl, I was fashionable with my home made clothes and then the jewelry topped it off. I had a colorful candy necklace so if I go hungry I was able to eat.

Candy Necklace

All kidding aside, it was the first and I didn't realize what it was other than pure sugar. If my mom knew then that I had traces of ADHD I may never would have experienced the taste because of "hyped up" from what I did after. Let just say lesson learned as an adult and now I monitor my daughter's intake.

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Friday, August 3, 2012

For Me??Sweet Maybe

List of county routes in Suffolk County, New Y...
List of county routes in Suffolk County, New York (51–75) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A smile is a considered sweet after a bad day, for me with a chaos of playing chauffeur for my kids it is nice to see that there is that one driver in Long Island who doesn't feel they are entitled to the road.

To find a kind eye who would allow someone to pass in front of them and avoid the race of that I have to be first before the light changes.  How hard is it to stop road hogging and let people through. The courtesy of a light or a hand gesture to let a person through especially after a long day. It does get paid back in Karma, I do,

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Thursday, August 2, 2012

How Do I love Thee?

Cover of "Pugs (Complete Pet Owner's Manu...
Cover of Pugs (Complete Pet Owner's Manual)
How can one communicate their love for you, for me today was a pug with these big black round eyes as marbles.  

At this time I am dog sitting my aunt's dog by the name of Paulie and he is definitely a Paulie. At first when he came he was quiet and observing then gradually began to make himself comfortable with the home.  

This puppy is just adorable that everywhere I go he follows, back from the good old days when my children followed me.  He waits by the door until I return from going out.   I think this is the most affection from any male that I received in my life.  At least when I am home still looking for work 

This is not even my pug in the picture but I have it just to see him to know why I feel the unconditional love for him and vice versa. 

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Darkness of my life

Yes  there is darkness in my life of who I follow which is the Hershey Special Dark Chocolate Bar. It is the sweet touch of bitterness that I crave for.

As with all darkness comes it has consequences which as such becoming a rare item to find.   Since the last time I had the extra dark finishing off my Easter candy in late May the craving came again but never left.  Over the last two months, I have not seen a Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate Bar in my local 7-11, CVS, Waldbaums and other shopping establishments which is highly upsetting.  When I have a bad day or knowing the mess I would come back to after food shopping, I pick up my Hershey's Extra and slowly eat it as I go home.

At my last doctor's appointment in Setauket, I was disappointed so as always the way to comfort myself is with something sweet that put me on a mission for my chocolate. As I was driving home, I stopped at CVS and lo and behold there was the Hershey Special Dark.   That made my day much more satisfying, the quick fix to allow myself to breath and not think about the negative rather just breath in the sweet bitter taste.

It is the simple things that can always make us feel better, personally I wish I was a kid so I can have mommy make it go away than have it fester with me.

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August 2012

August is here which means 5 months closer to year end.  I have no idea of what to feel and who.

Last time to commit.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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Tuesday, June 5, 2012


I am not going to lie and I will keep it simple it seems I have been kidnapped by the Procrastination fairy. I just read and look aimlessly with such good things to write then when my fingers hit the keyboard, it just draws a blank.  I have a goal that I have to do and if I am not done by the weekend then I plan on giving up this blog.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

A Great Loss to the Disco World

This is a week that I have realized another piece of my childhood is slowly leaving me.  First the Great Ms. Donna Summer passed away from cancer on Thursday, May 17 and today the twin of Maurice Gibb Mr. Robin Gibb passed away today. 

The man from the pictures I have seen didn't let the disease stop him.  As frail as he looked, he kept doing things as a healthy man would. It is a shame that this family has lost the men at such a young age beginning with Andy on his way to stardom away from his older brother's shadow, then Maurice who passed away at 53 on January 12, 2003.  The BeeGees and Saturday Night Fever, that one album taught me the dance and become a expert in doing the hustle.  

With iconic Ms. Donna Summer who brought so many songs that we hear at parties and you see everyone come up and dance.  Everyone who I knew owned "On the Radio, Volumes 1 & 2" and just dance away.  Even as I hear Hot Stuff, I remember skating at Laces with my friends and of course when Last Dance came on we knew it was time to get ready to go home.  

Saturday, May 19, 2012

VistaPrint - Still The Best

VistaPrint is one of the well-known business card printing services.  It is not limited to just business cards, for it offers Christmas Cards, labels, t-shirts, decals, magnets, websites and the list goes on. What is great about VistaPrint there is always a sale for what you are looking to purchase with free shipping.  VistaPrint always thinks of the consumer first and ensure that when they purchase a product they have a repeat customer. 

With the pending graduations coming up, what better for the college graduate is a business card with their information so when they branch out to the working world, they are ready.  While thinking of the graduate, why not give him/her a website to with Vista Print and add it to the business card. With the business cards for the graduate, do not forget dear old dad by including him on the sale.  As it is summer, approaching another item to consider is T-Shirts for summer camp trips or family reunions.   Lastly, another thing, which is great to remember, is that summer means garage sales so pick up the lawn signs. 

VistaPrint as it continues to expand, it stays true to where it all began by keeping repeat customer and prices reasonable. 

Friday, May 18, 2012

The Academy Goes To...

The game of Charades is the best way to begin one's acting career. If you think of what it details knowing that you have to convince the person who it is you are.. If they are able to guess immediately, it shows that it was too easy or maybe went for the obvious.

Here is the opportunity to allow yourself to act the scene out of a favorite movie or act out the performer for the movie and even a simple posture to express it with raw emotion.  We all like to be a performer deep down inside, so earn the Oscar.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Miss Scarlett

The infamous Miss Scarlett it the person that perhaps at least most girls want to be when playing Clue.  With her I can say I was one of the guilty ones.  She is the one of most sensuality that when she did it with the candlestick in the conservatory, it did not matter.  Though she murdered the vile Professor Plum or the orrnery Colonel Mustard the reason was understood why either of the two was to be killed.

For you are not to inflame the anger of a woman in Red.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Ladder, Ladder

How can one say know the treachery that Chutes & Ladders give us.  How we get frustrated that we are almost at the top and then the snap of the spinner we are back to square one.

There was a part in Grown-Ups where Chris Rock (Kurt), Adam Sandler (Lenny) and Kevin James (Eric) playing the game as it was poker.  I enjoyed how they played it for money while using food pieces as chips to gamble on the game. 

Yes the game is competitive and I will admit I do get frustrated when I am about five spaces from winning and I get the ladder that goes back to the bottom. It is an evil evil game and I did when I was younger and playing today with my eight year old gets very competitive and ugly.  

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Mad Hatter

Playing Monopoly I strongly believe is superstistion that in order to win you must play the piece that you are in order to win.  We feel that if we don't have the right piece that we can't win and lose our focus because it isn't our piece.

I like the hat for it reminds me of being a Mad Hatter as in Alice in Wonderland as I study my opponets.  The strategy of the game is always mind blowing and to be one step ahead.  To be calculating is a intricate talent that only a person with a mind of genuine uniqueness can understand and wn.

Don't not think more of what the hat offers, it is not the top hat of that jolly mustached man on the box, no it is the mad hatter who knows all to well.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Go Fish

To state Gold Fish is to this day, I have yet to figure it out. I have had all three of my children teach it to me but for some odd reason, I cannot grasp it.

As simple as it is, I have yet for the life of me understand the mechanics.  But I cannot say no when asked especially as I began the withdrawal process from it a new generation of young cousins arose to play it.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Sunny Volleys

When I went to high school, there were two gym sports I liked to play which was volleyball and dodge ball.  These were the only two classes I enjoyed going to to release any bad moods during my four years of high school.

After high school, there were not many volleyball leagues and yet I wanted to play when I find out that I do not have experience enough. As I moved to Long Island being close to the beach and then finding out there volleyball leagues. Yet once again, to continue from the May 9th's prompt I am a average player and with all sports it is very competitive.

If I look beyond the competitiveness I like to play volleyball where it combines upper and lower body along with wicked workout. Of which volleyball I want to play it is the one on the beach. It is not at all easy especially after the rain.  I love to be in the sun and most probably be nice and tan with a nice perk of being thinner. Volleyball gives the opportunity to work as a team and each person gets a turn in serving the ball.

If the person I want to be for a volleyball player is Gaby Reese.  

Thursday, May 10, 2012

City Sports

Sports from where I grew up I don't think is considered an Olympic activity.   I grew up in Brooklyn and Queens so what we did after school, before school and summer was anything that we use a handball with.

In order to play sports unless you could afford it, it wasn't going to happen. The ones who could afford were in Catholic school and with the sport crowd at the high school.  The movies don't lie, it that exact with divided into sections. 

So being the poor our Olympic game was handball which combined aerobics and strength training. Of course it was competitive between schools and cities in the surrounding area. I will be honest, I was not the greatest of players but I tried.

Today living in the Island there is much of selection of handball courts. I think in my 15 years living here I have only seen one at Cedar Beach.  I guess I didn't realize I miss as much for they do not have many stoops in West Babylon or let alone Long Island also. All just flat.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

To Win With Dignity

When I was young my parents and teachers taught me how to win right and especially today there is no dignity when you win.

When I won, I had to be humble and congratulate the team that loss. The reason why it taught in that manner that do on others as you do on to you.  As you can see it comes from a catholic school upbringing but it should be the first thing you learn when playing a sport.

I won't say all coaches are like that because there some good one who listen to the child and play for fun.   For every good coach unfortunately there are double the amount of bad. These are the coaches that made me not want to play if I didn't do my best I wasn't picked. The children who were ringers got picked because all they cared about is winning.  What good is winning if there is no one to share it with nor why would you want to play with them.

Be smart, remember kids try their best and some have the talent. If you think and coach in a way that the child with talent can help out those who are not as good.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

There are no winners..just try to get along

As a mother of three children, I thought by now I have a better grip of how to react my child lost.  I do not have it all because what worked for one child has a negative effect to another.

To simply state, I am upset and my eyes show the sadness knowing how they worked.  For me, the big girl pants come and then take a deep breath. You do not want the kids to see upset for it upsets them thinking they failed you.  As I approach my child, I look with love in my eyes ready to give them a hug and say you will do better next time.  I am happy that you like to play for yourself and no one else.  You are not paid to act out a scene or score a home run. That is later in life when you know you have to try your best.

Monday, May 7, 2012

You are a girl

Yes, I like to know I am a girl and playing sports was a not an option.  I didn't play any school sport until high school for gym.

I did like playing sports and beating the boys. I know not very nice but I felt more comfortable with them than creatures of my own nature. As we played football, grabbing each other with tackling by the time I was 12 I was told not to play anymore and today I understand why.

Outside of football it came to playing stoop ball, handball and dodge ball. That was dangerous in itself because when the block party time came a lot of aggression was let loose. By the end of the night woke with welts on my legs.

Sports, to each its own but I rather watch my kids since my gift disintegrate as I got older pretty much when I left high school

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The Giggling Truckers Wife: Recess

The Giggling Truckers Wife: Recess

The Double Dutch Bus

When I was young, a mere child of 10 each day and when gym was outside, the plans were made for the double-dutch game.

As we wait and watch the last five minutes of the clock each of us keeping quiet in class as a rule in Catholic School each planning who was to jump first or who will be turning the rope. It was a group of girls perhaps 10 and played different types of double dutch games. 

Being precocious 10 year old and any reason to sing a song and guess what your boyfriend's name will be. Then there would be giggling but that as what innocence a 10 year old has and should always be.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Won't You Play With Me???

The days of many moons ago where when it was time to play with your friends, it wasn't online it was in the fresh air.

I grew up in Brooklyn for the first ten years of my life and the remainder of my childhood till I got married in Ozone Park, NY.  The one thing I can say is there was always someone to play with especially with a park within a five block radius. 

In Brooklyn, I was the baby of my friends who were two years older than but we were our own little click of Barbie girls.  We played Barbies with clothes my mom made for me and gave them out as favors for my birthday parties.  Then there were days when we just played double dutch especially when my friends had their birthday parties and family came over. As the summer arises, it was skullsy.  With skullsy we all took turns of who would draw the board in the street and collecting the caps from our parents beer bottles. 

Then in Ozone Park click was varied since not many kids were not friendly and clicks were already made.  There were three girls and this time I was the oldest but the girls were like a covenant of sneaks and two faced liars. There were day that we did play outside but it didn't go beyond the street, no one came in the house nor was allowed to go to their homes.

As you can see the Brooklyn was like family just a shame that it had to end when things got unsafe in the neighborhood.

E. E. Cummings

In today's world, it is difficult to find at least to me a realistic approach to what is going on. I can so for myself I am negative but look for realistic views of the world. Though no one likes to hear the negativity I respect it more when I hear it and move forward from there.

in spite of everything by E. E. Cummings
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

I'll be your friend

When I was a child of many moons that passed, the first ten years I had many friends and very family oriented block. We all got along and trust me we had our bad days.  Even with bad day we divided into smaller groups and just waited it out.

Then the dark clouds appeared and we moved to Queens which was a very big change.  The kids were not very open to a girl whose mom made her clothes because everyone else had better things. It took a while for acceptance but no close friendships were established and I was more lonelier.  If I had a fight with one person and someone would take a side.  Then from there until she accepted my apology I pretty much played in my backyard than be made fun of when I walk down the block or sit on my stoop.  

It just is horrible and part of it still happens today. I just wish I knew the name of the book is to be accepted as part of a group not just a grunt. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Edgar Allen Poe while reading his wiki the first thing that I loved was before his passing he lived in the Bronx New York and a fellow Capricorn. I find it wild that he was in the great state of New York especially in the borough to live his life.

It is sad, that living in a boisterous area, he was a very sad and depressed man. Most of his work, the best works was after the death of his young wife Virginia Clemm who was a first cousin.

Yes, this is a boring post.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Lost and Found in Translation by Melissa Cannon

Lost in translation especially between cultures can be difficult to surpass.  Though as two consenting adults, certain cultures are still adamant that customs are to be followed.  It takes strength for those who are in love with someone in that culture.You have ensure that all feeling are controlled and sometimes the longer you are together the more difficult it becomes.

Winner of the The Robinson Jeffers Tor House 2012 Prize for Poetry
Lost and Found in Translation
Melissa Cannon

What’s in a sobriquet? My Iraqi boss,
whose self-taught English only goes so far,
renames us—now “habibi,” now “hemar,”
which, roughly put, means “dearest dear” or “ass.”
“Habibi” saves the buns before they char,
while “hemar” neglects to stock tomato sauce
and over-proofs fresh dough until that mass,
reeking of beer, sinks, flat and turning sour.
His Kurdish girl’s a frequent visitor—
she’ll pound the counter, giving grief and sass.
From the same country, both suffering its loss,
they lack one native tongue and have to spar
with ours: she, baiting when she’s really cross,
calls him the oppressor in their civil war;
he scoffs—her family’s clannish, insular
(the sense is clear, the terms less decorous).
We’re an unlikely pair: he might have been,
in a different, saner world, an architect;
a cook here, he describes his Shiite sect
to an ex-academic, skeptic lesbian
he’s dubbed “old lady.” Just sixty, I object,
but he claims stings help toughen too-thin skin,
shows the scar a bullet gouged along his shin
and reveals himself in ways I don’t expect.
I read things he needs read and I’ll correct
his grammar if he asks, suppress a grin
when he says, “That’s how is it.” We begin,
through daily chores and crises, to connect.
We shy from touch. Though, greeting, Muslim men
may kiss the cheek, embrace with warm respect,
touch seems to be reserved for those select
few—lovers, fellows of the faith and kin.
Since I’ve retired, we arrange to meet and chat.
He bought a house, remodeled every room,
now longs to fill it, marry and become
a father. His stubborn girl won’t set a date:
though they spat until their lips grow numb,
she craves her parents’ blessing so they wait.
But then, if it’s too little and too late?
After twenty years, he’ll finally travel home,
anxious, he tells me, to surprise his mom;
I’m anxious at the thought of tempting fate,
can’t bear the image as I contemplate
his brother, dead from an errant curbside bomb.
I surface, startled, when he adds, “I hate
to leave. You know, we are—“ We’re what? Well, some
elusive answer to this posed conundrum
perplexes, vexes, makes him hesitate.

Then he speaks to me in Arabic, intends,
I guess, to find the phrase still unexpressed
if he has to put each language to the test.
And yet so much of all we mean transcends
mere words—ambiguous, half-true, at best,
misleading us to figure out the rest;
it’s hardly any wonder that he ends
up shrugging , settles for “—we’re more than friends.”

Melissa Cannon was born in New Hampshire and grew up in Tennessee.  She decided, at 15, that she wanted to be a poet and, at 65, she still has her pen in hand.  Her first career was in academia; her second, in fast food--both, she comments, provided substantial entertainment.  Her poems have appeared in various small-press publications over the years--most recently in Indefinite Space and The Lyric. 

Monday, April 9, 2012

Mother Goose

As again, I will restate my knowledge in poetry is childlike as with darkness from English when I was able to relate to Mr. Edgar Allen Poe.

Being the age I am currently at but too vain to admit the range it falls between, my oldest and dearest is Mother Goose.  With having three children the rhymes were a refreshing flashback to my past.  Looking back with a 15 year old and soon to be 14 year old, their books and poems are no longer that simple.

To keep my childhood in place, my oldest and truest of poetry form is the beloved Mother Goose.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Behind the 8-Ball

I am way behind the 8 ball but I tried to blog once a day to get motivation, to gain experience but as always I fall short and put everything I think of in the back of my head. Rather than put it all in the back of my head I should just let it out, taking the phone and saying my thought to enhance on it.

So help me please as I use this new beginning to breathe fresh life that has been suffocating inside for a very long, long time!!!!

Friday, April 6, 2012


As I begin this post, I am ashamed that I do not have a favorite poet or poem. When I was in high school I did enjoy the studies of Edgar Allen Poe. The Raven was one of my favorite poem with his darkness and the vivid imagination I had gave me chills.

When I walked home during the dark winter nights from my friends home I thought of the poem as I passed the cemetery each night. I had my ears open and  opened the eyes behind my head thinking of dark hands attacking me and pulling me into the cemetery.

The raven I only see the darkness and I think part of my soul is black as the raven.

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Funeral Card

You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait for the time when we can soar
together again, both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to its fullest and when
you need me, just whisper my name in your heart, ...I will be there.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Corny Poems..

Yes, I will admit due to having men that never expressed themselves to me. My degree of romantic poems is as simple as this:

Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you!

I think I should have woken up after hearing it too many times when no effort went past that poem. There were times that I even heard as this with the romantics I have dated as such:

Roses are red, violets are blue
I love chocolate more than you!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


As I am sad which is more often of the late, I look to find anything that can reflect of how I feel.  When I look for reading to reflect on I ask my friends for help. The latest poem I received was by Ms. Dorothy Parker - For A Sad Lady.

I hope that my life will be reflected not as a sad woman I feel today but I should hope to move forward be able to be a happy lady once again. Those who are forgotten alive, will be ashes that fly away when gone.

And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones."

Monday, April 2, 2012

Nursery Rhymes....

As there are those who are avid readers and those who enjoy reading a good book to relax I am either. I regret that I don't have a good knowledge of books especially the classics partially due to high school but I allowed myself to wallow in pity of not being intelligent.

As I finish my rant, the first poem that I read if nursery are considered is Hickory Dickory Dock it was very fun to say and good way to learn how to tell time. The verse was repetitive and easy to learn just needed to change the time.  

It is just a very fun poem to read and best to star with isn't that what Mother Goose wanted us to do make fun learning.

Hickory Dickory Dock
(words from one o'clock to noon)

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bird looked at the clock,
The clock struck two 2,
Away she flew,
Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The dog barked at the clock,
The clock struck three 3,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bear slept by the clock,
The clock struck four 4,
He ran out the door,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bee buzzed round the clock,
The clock struck five 5,
She went to her hive,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The hen pecked at the clock,
The clock struck six 6,
Oh, fiddle-sticks,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The cat ran round the clock,
The clock struck seven 7,
She wanted to get 'em,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The horse jumped over the clock,
The clock struck eight 8,
He ate some cake,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The cow danced on the clock,
The clock struck nine 9,
She felt so fine,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The pig oinked at the clock,
The clock struck ten 10,
She did it again,
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The duck quacked at the clock
The clock struck eleven 11,
The duck said 'oh heavens!'
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck noon
He's here too soon!
Hickory Dickory Dock!

Friday, March 30, 2012

To See Myself as One

If I had the opportunity to have my one perfect day, being a mom this may be selfish but I would be alone.  I love to be at the beach watching the sunrise with my picnic basket, a book, radio and plenty of sunscreen. To walk on the boardwalk and feel what beauty is front of us. I hope that in the water the reflection will guide me to what decision I have to make and comfort when I cry my tears into it.

As my day closes, I watch the sunset and sit with my Namaste to feel the water on feet and tickle my toes.  It is the time when I will need to feel grounded.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Leather Weather Is Best

There are those that love summer and wearing shorts and there are those who love the feel of snow brushing across their face.

As for me trust me I love warm weather but personally the way I go is Leather Weather. I love wearing my bike jacket with my boots and jeans. When I wear them I feel confident and the young me is being shown. It is a part of me that I never want to lose especially memories of my hair band days.

Most of my boyfriends were the rockers with the long hair, dark eyes and earrings in which loved walking hand in hand in our jackets.  It just had that rebellion look to it.

When Leather Weather arrives it is neither hot nor cold but just right. It is when you walk out during the night and still able to have your jacket open.

Visualize as cool in flip flops and skiing or making snowman, look at Leather Weather that even in the rain it has a nice look to it with the drops trickling from it.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Can It Be Either Or or None of the Above

The prompt for today is, do i prefer if it is hot or cold, well I will be honest I don't like either.

I may be actually cheating on this but really neither is preferable, I just like my leather weather where I can wear my boots and jacket.

Sorry nothing exciting to share.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Rainy Days

Rainy days for one has multiple meanings at least for me.
One, is Singing In The Rain by Gene Kelly.  As a child which now I may began to show my age, I remember when my parents watched it and seeing what joy it brought to Gene Kelly as he danced in the street. It was childlike with with eyes wide open with innocence.  If I was out and it was raining, the first thing I did was close my umbrella and walk in the rain. As I walked, I looked for the biggest puddles to splash in and to this day I still do it. As I look for puddles, I do the same when I drive my car and drive through them.I know it isn't good for my breaks, once in a while it is okay.
When feeling a bit of sass and being with my girls it is a unit of powerful women. As we stick together each will be there for each other through thick and thin.

Let's Build a Snowman

Snow brings innocence and childhood in which there is no guilt in playing in. When it snows all I remember is making snow forts and hiding snowballs in my freezer so when summer comes to throw them.

The snow I always remembered all our friends in the neighborhood getting together to have a snowball fight.  As we fight get together with teams being outside from noon until dinner time with red noses and rosy cheeks. It definitely built a great appetite and a good nights sleep.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Eeeny Meenie Miny Mo

In life, we all have choices but sometimes it does not always work out the way we expect.  As things may go disarray, sometimes a Plan B is always in the back.

As life goes on, one should not always fall back to a Plan B and accept the consequences that will occur from  the event that happens.  One example that can be is protecting our children. I don't mean it as we should not but rather they need to learn how to take care of themselves if an issue occurs. If it has become a repetitive issue then the child should handle it him/herself for that is what growing pains are about.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Decisions Decisions

Decisions and decisions is there a simple way to handle them. Do I discuss them to see if I can get guidance based on their opinion.  What will happen if when I work with another toward that decision it is wrong.

When a decision is to be made think of all the factors involved with it then ask yourself if help is required.  Personally, I feel making a decision on my own is best due that I do not want someone to get hurt from decision made.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Fly Away

Wouldn't life be a breeze if we can just fly away from the things we fear or hurt by the most.  If I was given a choice of being invisible or being able to fly, I prefer flying away. I think with invisibility is like running away from your problems.

If I had the ability to fly to fly the air in my face and have all fears and problems stay in the sky and breathe.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Part of Your World

In my teens which what about to say will show you my age, I love the movie Splash with Tom Hanks and Darryl Hannah.  It was the simpleness of the story and see how the ocean brought them together.  Then as I got older the Little Mermaid to this day still brings a tear to my eye. With all Disney movies, I wonder if I can find my prince in the water.

I love the ocean especially at night. It brings out this serenity and the darkness of the ocean as the wave crashes on the beach. The beach is open and belongs to no one but yourself.  I find it a place of solitude where tears have been shed for lost loves and difficult days where no one can see how it affected you.  With the tears of sadness can be washed into the ocean and then start the day anew. 

As I go into the ocean and explore what is around with a dolphin feel the water against my face and across my body. There is an innocence that cannot be explained only a feeling of how the water is against your skin.

As I ponder and look forward to even the dark waves crashing and drawing me into the deep wonders of the world underneath I am open. I am open to live for the now in the deep blue sea living among the water creatures and maybe finding my prince.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Choice is Yours

In a real world, it would be nice for someone to make our choices for us. With them making the changes it means you do not have to responsible for whatever happens.  

As simple as it seems, there is no growth from it.  We are fortunate that we have the opportunity to make choices whether wise or dumb it comes down to you.  The choices we make makes us the person we are today.  With that the character aspects as part of making a choice is humility, defeat and happiness to name a few.  

If you have the power to decide for yourself, be grateful for those living in other areas cannot have that option.  Take a moment think of the individuals who lived in countries that the choices were made for them and if they disobeyed, they were punished. 

Live for today and no matter what the choice is whether good or bad the CHOICE is yours.