Friday, March 30, 2012

Counting Up, Counting Down

Well, well, well. Twould seem that there is some mischief afoot in the blogosphere. My dear friend "Me" has tagged me in a little game of quizzes, compliments of her friend Bubba. And surprise, surprise (to me anyway) I rose to the challenge and answered all her questions pretty quick. The harder part will be coming up with some new questions for the poor saps that I pick on to play along in the shenanigans, but I'll work on that.

So here are the rules of engagement;

The requirements for taking part:
  1. You must post these rules
  2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post
  3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged
  4. Tag eleven people with a link to your post
  5. Let them know you tagged them
Drum roll please, as I roll out my answers....

1. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a kid?  Details, please!
Umm, nope. Spent all my time with a nose in a book. They were my friends.

2.  Ever seen a ghost?  Met a psychic?  Had a prophetic dream?  Just about everyone, even if you don't really believe, has had some sort of supernatural experience.  What's one of yours?
That is worthy of a whole blog post I suspect. I am hoping that my dream from last week wasn't prophetic, but there have been moments when I wonder. While I have never had a Demi moment with Patrick, my hubby has made his presence known on more than one occasion.

3. What is your biggest addiction?
That is sadly too easy to answer - social media. I work, play and learn all day, every day

4. What do you want to be when you grow up?
ME! And a writer. ;-)

5. What was the last concert you went to?
Iron & Wine in the fall with none other than the lady that tagged me "Me"

6. What was the last movie you watched?
That one is harder, unless you count kids movies. Watched "Shrek 2"  and "Finding Nemo" over Friday night pizza with my kids tonight. And caught "Soylent Green" for the first time about a month ago. It's People!!

7.  Beatles or Stones?  Why?
Ok, I suspect I will get yelled at for either answer, but I just don't care. I probably would have picked the Sex Pistols from that generation or maybe the Mamas & the Papas. I am just kind of lame that way, but could sing along with most songs from either band aforementioned in a pinch, I bet.

8. If you could be invisible for twenty-four hours, what would you do?
I think I have been invisible before. It is called not seeing others. I lived in that state for the better part of a year. It wasn't much fun. I much prefer the company of those that love me, surrounding me with occasional moments of alone time to balance life off.

9. You're on death row.  What do you request for your last meal?
Got to be lobster, with sides of king crag, scallops, shrimp, mussels and any other seafood you come across. Yum!

10. We all have a few regrets in life.  What's the number one thing you regret NOT doing?
Although I really wouldn't change it, I would love to know how my life would have turned out if I had gone to Egypt during my African Adventure. Hmm, dreamin...

11. You ran off and joined the circus.  What's your act?
Probably a clown, but maybe I would be the scantily clad lady holding a hula hoop for the lions to jump through?!

Taa-daa, I did it! Now the harder part of coming up with questions. Hmm...

  1. You are all grown up now and can look back on the days of your youth fondly. What did you like best about your hometown?

  2. Time to shake off the rose-coloured glasses. What did you like least?

  3. Where is your favourite place to go now?

  4. Which location makes you cringe at the thought of approaching it?

  5. Who would you take with you take with you to #3? Why?

  6. If you have to go there, who would you want to accompany you to the worst place in the world?

  7. I am thinking of a colour. What is it?

  8. Not very good at this are you? How about you just share what your favourite colour is then :)

  9. Have you ever been in love? How did you really know? How did it make you feel?

  10. You are sitting fireside around a campfire singalong. What song do you request and/or play?

  11. Dare I ask about a bucket list? Whether you have one or not, what secret dream have you always held onto & do you think you will ever make it happen?
Well now, I managed to come up with a few questions of my own somehow. Cool! Now for the last part of this cursed task that has been sitting in my draft folder for far too long - to find people to include in the fun;

I would be interested to see what Ron, Shelley, Possum, Stranger, Mijayami, Me, Brian, PattiKen, G-Man, Monkey Man and YOU might come up with, but realize that some of these good folks have already played or just don't have the time. And as I am often in the time-constrained boat myself, I completely get it. Really, that's fine too, as me tossing out names has more to do with me being curious and caring about their two cents worth (might have to up that to a nickle I guess, as the penny has now been made defunct in Canada). Regardless, if you have the inclination to join in or throw an answer or two into your comment, I would be thrilled. If not, have a great weekend folks! I love you anyway!!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Spring is On The Rise

The smell of flowers fills the air 
A heady scent which none can compare. 
In colours red, yellow and pink,
a rainbow that I deign to drink.

Soft and bright upon my eyes
touching soul, I do surmise 
Smoothing ruffles left from dull
winter doldrums swept clean and full. 

Ah, sweet Spring is on the rise 
along with life's new enterprises
I dream a dream of new love found 
and awaken feeling its embrace profound. 

Smiles and sunshine fill me up 
enough to sate an old wound's crux 
And grief is left in winter's wake 
to remind us of the season's slake.

I shall not dwell in that cold house 
feeding a sorrow I do espouse 
For I now stand upon my feet 
facing a life that I do entreat 

with the smell of fresh flowers
in an air that empowers 
a new colourful life begins 
and is surrounded by nature's grins.

Now I hold pure blessings to Spring 
in all of its worth and all that it brings 
Naked I come and offer my soul 
and prostrate give thanks for a long journey's toll


Monday, March 26, 2012

More Music Monday

Well, well, I have come across another band that is new to me today. I fly you across the pond to Dublin this evening and introduce you to Jape. I need to explore them a little more, but I like what I hear so far. What do you think?


Friday, March 23, 2012

3-Ply Morning

The sound of birds chirping outside her open window reminded her that spring had arrived, seemingly overnight. She smelled fresh earth and new life in the breezy air. Pushing the curtains aside, something appeared not quite right with the seemingly pastoral scene though.

Spring had obviously awoken the funny bone of local teens as well…


Well G-Man, I had been living in a warmth-induced paradise, resplendent in yellows, greens, pinks and more until this bit of white appeared in the tree this week. I hope that some Mother gives her kids shit for using up the last role of 3-ply. It seems such a waste!

Ah, to be a teen again and delight in such juvenile pranks. After snapping a few pics I had to take it down though, as the forecast had been predicting rain. Nothing worse than trying to pull soggy t-p out of a tree (I would think anyway!).

I've been PAPERED!
heehee  =:-D

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


I twisted in my sheets, trying to escape the visions in my mind. He was there. It was lies and I knew it, but my dreamscape refused to allow reality any sway. So, he knocked on my door. He told me that he had been thinking about me. With a sincerity in his voice, that didn't match his dark eyes, he told me that he missed me. He begged me to let him in. To let him do something for me, anything at all...

Before I knew what was happening, he was fixing my toilet (nevermind that there wasn't a thing wrong with it during daylight hours). He slathered it with a pink goop, that faded back to white before my eyes. Like he had done nothing at all. And he hadn't. But I knew the damage was done. He had broken my spirit once again. 

I screamed at myself to be strong. I demanded that I throw him out before things took a different turn. And then he was kissing me. I couldn't push away. My soul didn't respond, but my body refused to make him stop. Silent tears that only I could feel were all I could muster, as my panties hit the floor. He remembered, took his way with the shell of me and stepped back into the old pattern of leaving the way that he had come.

But love sat on the swing in the front yard. There was no movement, but I knew it was there and finally refused to let history run away again. This time I had to find truth, even if it killed the only good thing in my life. I introduced the man in the swing, to the man with his hand on a car door, ready to disappear into the night. My words were the only thing that broke a tension tight enough to kill.

The swing swayed in the silent breeze left behind. No words were spoken, but I knew that I had lost. The only thing that I could do wrong had come to pass. My fear of everything and nothing was realized, as I stood alone on the doorstep again. Loss was the only partner that I deserved. 

The morning sun burned away the fog, but the dream stayed with me. Loss, my familiar partner, deceiver and liar extraordinaire had won again. Was this a warning, an accusation of spirit or a guilt-induced escape to safer climes? My ravaged garden didn't know the answer, but offered solace in its rebirth. And warm arms that gently turned me around to spill into limitless eyes absorbed the tears that finally fell. The dream was not my reality. This was...

Monday, March 19, 2012

Another Music Monday

Another new discovery that makes my heart soar. The sound is simple, yet so full of beauty. Let me introduce a band from across the pond today (Bristol to be exact). Here is Message to Bears and their esoteric song "Wake Me".


Thursday, March 15, 2012

Watch That Step!

Looking up didn't seem so bad. One foot in front of the other until you reached the top. How hard could that be? 

It wasn’t until I reached the top and looked down that there was a problem. All I had to do was let go, right? 

So why did my hands shake so badly?


I would have kept going higher and higher regardless of the height, rather than look down from the top of the rock wall. Man, who would have known I was afraid of heights?! Ack! I did manage to make it to the pinnacle three times though. Not bad for a first timer, if I do say so myself. The laughter from the bottom was a little embarrassing though, as I tried to pry myself off the side of the wall without having a panic attack. Gotta watch that last step G-Man!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Music Monday

Wow, I think I just fell in love. These guys are Canadian too!

Excuse me, but I'm going "Home" with Walk Off the Earth today.

Friday, March 9, 2012

55 Minutes, Plus 5

Arms up!
Keep moving!!
Almost there; you can do it!
Ok, arms down…

1, 2, 3…

Now arms way up!
Give it all you’ve got!!
Don’t forget to keep breathing.
That’s it.

Oh f---! Pant, pant, pant…

I’m going to sink to the bottom of the pool before the hour is up! Damn aquafit


Made it to the end of class with a new instructor today, but suspect that my abs will be screaming at me tomorrow. And I do this for fun? What is wrong with me some days I wonder? Any guesses G-Man?

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Spring Breeze

A warm wind kisses 
the crab apple tree
shaking off the winter-
pinched memories.

I smile in the sunshine,
loose hair in the breeze
An awakening of new days
that are sure to please.

Old friends return
to spruce up a nest
cooing in the morning,
as their name doth suggest

Tiny sprigs of newness
Little signs of life.
If I look hard enough
everywhere tis rife

Now behold, I spy a mirror
and in it, mine own eyes.
They sparkle with a mystery
Rebirth, I cry surprised!

Floating on a moon beam
Dancing through the dawn
I'm dreaming of a fresh start
Fie old devils, begone!

I wrap myself in lover's threads
sustained on potions sweet
This spring I find a lease on life
a gift from time to entreat.

Monday, March 5, 2012


icy orbs blue
flow through you
attached to my heart
through mine own eyes, what a start!

I see true
what I want from you,
but wonder if we ever part
whether you'll still be my sweetheart?

It all seems so new
as life dips, sways and brews.
Ach, I am smitten with your dashing art-
ful ways that promise eternal love to impart

my cold resolve at strength is lost
given freely, heedless of this cost


A far cry from 250 words. This poem is even farther from 500 and there doesn't really appear to be even a lick of fiction in there, but I managed to throw in "lost", which is the prompt for this week's new meme hosted by Stranger and Me. If you are interested in checking out their new writing challenge, every Monday they have a new prompt to inspire a "Mostly Fiction" piece. They would love it if you checked it out and be even happier if you joined in!

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