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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 13:26:56 GMT

Searching for the glitter
that lies beyond my nails
searching for shinning specs
in the motion of dogs tails

Running out of old spice
sugar in substitute
I search for glitter in my heart
and pray for a bountiful loot

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 00:53:29 GMT

When virtue is seen unplucked by man
his ambition he'll re-arrange
to catch the heart of a woman
whose kisses he'll ardently exchange.

And once her feather is in his cap
no more of her he'll need
and as he tosses her from his lap
he'll rationalize his deed

As suddenly those golden dreams
of hearth and steady wife
Were not upon his mind it seems
And he'll not change his life.

With amnesia's friendship by his side
He'll galantly go his way
And again his loins will be his guide
To arrangements of another day.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 21:49:24 GMT

Yummmmmmmmm,
I just ate the best artichoke I've ever had. When I saw it at the store, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a beautiful crisp green without a single black blotch on it. It was larger than a softball with rounded leaf ends that opened slightly and a stem that was the diameter of a 1/2 dollar and over 2" long. If I had a digital camera, I'd put this beauty on the site. It wasn't the slightest bit tough and every leaf was tastey from the inside out. I wonder if I'll ever see one like that again. Ahhhhh

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Tue, 22 Jun 2004 15:48:10 GMT

Taking the packing out of my nose was a trip. I had no idea it would be like that. I stopped taking pain killers yesterday afternoon because I was tired of feeling weird and wanted my head to clear. I got there and the dr puts those forceps on the plug of packing that has my nostrils stretched double their normal size and he started to tug while I pulled back and said "wooo, is this how it's gonna be?" and he just calmly shook his head yes and said "yea, that's how it's gonna be". I said wow, I shoulda taken some tylenol first or something. He said, "didn't they tell you to take the pain medication before you came in?" I just said "no. Lets do it." And he proceeded to pull the big plug, followed by this long string of packing that wound way into the cavities of my face and out my nostril. It was the creepiest thing like someone pulling my brains out through my nose. It was horrible and my eyes were just watering and blood and junk just came dripping out into a tray I held while he did this. He told me stories about how this is the part that some people remember the most......ewwww . yea, I won't be forgetting soon. You would not believe how much bandage can fit up your nose. It's incredible.
So my nose swelled back up and my upper lip is still swollen and I kinda look like a monkey that's been painted with purple and yellow. It's amazing the color palette that's available to the body. Surprised some freak artist hasn't done and exhibition on it yet. Maybe that's waiting for me.......

Monday, June 21, 2004

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 04:55:04 GMT

Demon scale so cold and shiny down beneath my feet
waiting like hells judgment to measure my defeat
causing me to mourn what was formerly a feast
you torment every worshiper you numerical beast.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 04:35:33 GMT

It didn't change the tiniest bit when I moved all those miles.
It didn't change the tiniest bit when I wrapped myself in new styles.
It didn't change the tiniest bit when I worked my muscles tight.
It didn't change the tiniest bit when they smoothed my skin so white.

Regardless of that outer perception we regard with great esteem,
The only time it changed a bit was when the change could not be seen.
The only timed it changed was when ability was clear,
And that tiny change was lost when seen by the ability to fear.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 04:11:55 GMT

How much time this mind has wasted wondering about beauty
How much life could have been tasted if my eyes could only see.
How demented is my mind, how damaged must it be
To spend my life in blindness to the beauty that was me.

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 05:33:05 GMT

Insomnia Strikes Again
Another sleepless night, but not as bad as what's become my usual insomnia. At least this night I'm not watching 'The Island of Dr Moreau' and sympathizing with the guy who lands on the island about how sleep deprived he must feel having to keep watch every night with all those monsters around him. I've never been able to get through that movie before, but it really comes together when you're watching with 5 active brain cells. It's been a rough 3 weeks for sleep and I can't wait to go off this medication junk.
Tonight, about 3am, the dog decided she wanted something. She put her front paws on the bed, her sign I need to wake up. No biggie, I was already awake. I slowly followed her to see what she wanted and she headed for the front door. Front door means she just wants to take care of business and come back in. Back door usually means she wants to sleep outside. We came back in and she headed back to the bedroom and put her paws on the bed again. This means she wants to sleep in bed with me. She usually does this when she hasn't seen her dog siblings for a few days. Since she just had her bath yesterday, I let her sleep with me and she played a few games with me before settling down to sleep. I looked at her and found myself grateful to have her and grateful she's healthy again after her little scare with an infection that left her not wanting to eat and slowly loosing weight. She's done with her antibiotics but still has a sensitive stomach and has special dog food. She's looking good and seems her old self again.
From there my mind wandered to what a great gift she was, a present from my friends. How those same friends have taken care of me in so many ways and never seem to want anything but friendship in return. From there I wandered to my list of the best gifts I've received. Up until Phoebe, I'd say my greatest gift was 'the gold bicycle'.
The gold bicycle was given to me when I was a little kid by my parents for Christmas. It was a masterpiece. Spray painted with gold metallic paint and completely covered with gold glitter with a matching gold glitter plastic seat and gold glitter hand grips with gold glitter streamers. I absolutely couldn't believe it was mine, and my parents had stayed up all night gluing the glitter on that bicycle. Dad proudly told me how he put the seat and streamers on and I rode off in a trail of glitter like the little fairy princess I thought I was. I just couldn't believe they did all that for me. It was many years later, some time in my late twenties when I took a mental inventory on stuff in the garage and my sisters old bike was missing... The shock! My gold bicycle was actually my sisters old bicycle, recycled (excuse pun)! I cracked up. For years I had no idea and my parents had really pulled off a spectacular makeover. Now, here I am in my forties, and I'm realizing that my parents most likely never even intended to fool me. They were probably explaining the work they had put into the bike so I understood it was still a gift. I simply never saw the old bike, only the new bike and that worked out just fine.
What a great gift then, and still a great gift now. Some things money just can't buy.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Thu, 22 Apr 2004 03:26:47 GMT

Just one more reason my dog deserves meatloaf........

ASSOCIATED PRESS

7:14 a.m. April 21, 2004

LONDON – Corgis, the little dogs with the short legs, may have a long royal history.

Archaeologists from Cardiff University said Wednesday that ninth century bones unearthed in Wales may be those of the first Welsh corgi to be kept as a royal pet.

They have been analyzing bones found at an ancient royal dwelling in a bog in the Brecon Beacons, a hilly area of southern Wales.

"We have the foreleg of a corgi-sized dog, which, dare we suggest, might be a much-favored ancestral royal companion," said Alan Mulville, of the university's School of History and Archaeology, who is leading the study.

Britain's current monarch, Queen Elizabeth II, got her first corgi as an 18th birthday present in 1944 and is a well-known lover of the breed. Her mother, the late Queen Mother Elizabeth, also had corgis.

Experts believe the crannog – a lake or bog dwelling built on stilts or a man-made island – at Llangorse Lake was the royal residence for the Welsh kingdom of Brycheiniog, dating from around A.D. 890. Tree ring dating of oak planks from the crannog indicate that it was built between 889 and 893.

Crannogs are normally associated with Scotland and Ireland, and the Llangorse crannog is the first to be discovered in Wales.

"Our analysis of the types of animals eaten, the parts which were eaten and how old they were when they were eaten suggests high status, even a kingly diet, which possibly makes the crannog one of Wales' earliest royal residences," said Mulville.

The archaeologists have asked the Welsh Corgi Club to help them test the find against those of more recent corgi skeletons.

"Not surprisingly," said Mulville, "the club is rather excited at the prospect of 1,200-year-old evidence of the breed's royal association."

Sylvia Hughes, the club's honorary secretary, said she always believed the breed had royal links dating back hundreds of years.

"It has been rumored for some time that there were always royal links, but it was good to hear the news," said Hughes, who has owned corgis for almost 50 years.

The sturdy, short-legged breed originally was used to herd animals. "Corgi" is the Gaelic word for "dog."