tagged

okay okay. there's no way out....

1.Post the rules on your blog
2.Write 6 random things about yourself
3.Tag 6 people at the end of your post
4.If you are tagged, just do it, and pass the tag along!

1) every time chris is gone overnight, i have this urge to creep in and sleep on the floor in odin's room... though so far i haven't done it. and it's funny that i could be lonely so soon, because i was recently pining for the days when i lived alone and had my whole life to myself! ha.

2) i am so addicted to molasses cookies, that today at coffee cat I saw they had two... and i resisted. but then when a lady bought one, so that only one was left, well i just had to buy it because even if i didn't want to eat it right then, you never know when your next opportunity will come! maybe i won't see another perfectly chewy, gingery molasses cookie for six months!! it could happen....

3) Eminem "Lose Yourself": i have to agree with lisa, that there is something profound and emotional in that song, even if i'm embarrassed to admit it. lately that's my go-to when i feel insecure and incapable. oddly, it's very uplifting for me. like a motivational speaker... and a punching bag, in one!

4) i am such a geek, that while pondering another random thing to write about, i caught myself subconsciously analyzing the line breaks OF THE TAG RULES LISTED ABOVE. (how nicely they cascade to the right, don't you think?)

5) i love hymns. i fear that technology is very bad. i am painfully, awkwardly old-fashioned in many many ways. i think i was born in the wrong century. which makes my marriage to computer-monkey highly ironic.

6) I also spend way more time feeling guilty about not writing, than actually writing. so, michael, you're not crazy. or, if we're both crazy, at least you're not the only one!

Tag:
i am completely honest when I say, i don't know six people who have a blog AND haven't already done this tag. (that tells you something else about my social life, huh?)

why I'm deleting things

sorry folks; I just realized that posting my poetry online may inhibit me from actually publishing down the road. duh. guess i shoulda known. anyway, i will be redirecting my focus but not abandoning the blog. that's all for now....

for the girls...

I didn’t write this, but it made me smile so thought I’d share.

WHAT YOU WANT
by Barbara Crooker

is more than refrigerator art,
more than making sack lunches.
You want a bad boy for a lover,
one who'd make a lousy husband, a wanderer
on a Harley, and you with a mini-van.
What you want has high cholesterol,
lots of sodium, and no fiber; no 7 grain
sprouted hearth-baked added-oat-bran.
Bring on the heavy cream.
What you want comes in five flavors,
and all of them are chocolate;
milk, mocha, alpine white, semi-, bittersweet.
What you want never goes on sale,
or, if it does, by appointment only,
5th Tuesday, dark of the moon, Scorpio rising.
Is never found at garage sales.
What you want
would feel so good on your skin
you'd never wear clothes again.
What you want is not found
at K-Mart, naked in the blue light.
What you want isn't canned by Campbell's
or baked by elves; it must be flown in from Rome
or brought from Alaska by dog sled.
What you want isn't played on AM radio,
borrowed from public libraries.
Isn't found in Webster's or Roget's.
Never gives double-coupons, green stamps, rebates
or money-back guarantees;
gains no interest, gathers no moss.