Articles for the Month of July 2012

What I am is… well… what I am

I Am

I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
I wonder how many ripples every action I make causes
I hear waves crashing even as I sleep landlocked
I see energy as colors that vibrate around people
I want to worry less and enjoy more
I am Gentle and yet so capable of being harsh

I pretend to understand why we live this life the way we do
I feel like we make this so much harder than it is
I touch the wind
I worry that I am not good enough… for even the smallest things
I cry when angry, when scared, when frustrated, when happy, I cry too much
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid

I understand that there is more than what we see
I say truth is something we must stand in
I dream my fears
I try to not let them control me
I hope I am teaching the smalls to walk in love, not fear
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid

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Now make your own (Here)… Because it actually moved me

Thank you so much for this weeks prompt…  I really needed that moment

 

Flavor Morphing Funday Friday…

… This is my one hundreth post… thats right… one zero.. zero…. 100…. unbelievable!!!!

To celebrate… Here is some complete nonsense…

Are you following me on twitter? No? I don’t blame you really, you’re not missing much… JUST THIS! (“This” is my live tweet of eating starbursts!!!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello Wall…. I’d like to introduce you to depression…

Hello wall… I can’t seem to stop staring at you… through half closed eyes that feel like they are full of sand… and are rubbed raw… with the partnering of swelling that the tears always seem to bring… My head feels to heavy to lift off this pillow… smears of black mascara … smells like a mixture of my hair product… and laundry detergent…. I can’t breath in too deeply without sharp stabbing pains behind my shoulder blades from being clenched so tightly… shoulders hunched up to my ears…. Every 8 minutes the door opens… Mr amazing wants to know if I am okay… If I am convincing enough… he will go 15 minutes before checking again…. But I can’t seem to look away from the wall… I cant seem to find any reason what so ever to not try to continue disappearing into the mattress of this bed…. I feel so heavy…. I am half way through… Small Child comes home soon….

This song … This week

… Random Ramblings about moving on… and the Near Death experience of a Cat

 

This weeks Writing prompt from MamaKats made me smile…. ” Share a story about a stray you took in or an animal you once rescued.”

 

 

I was married once before… Before I really understood men like Mr. Amazing could love someone like me… I often refer to those times as the “Dark Ages”… but there were some positive things that came out of it…. The birth of Small Child… The ability to adopt Tall Child…. but when it ended… and who knows… maybe someday we will talk about it and its ending…. When that man moved out… I replaced him with a cat… Shadow Cat to be specific… We gave him a home, when his other humans were looking for one for him… and they were friends of ours…. and the children rejoiced… and the Ferocious Beast Doggy did not… and all was well in the Kingdom…. (Shadow Cat and Ferocious beast are Best friends 5 years later… Like best of best friends… Shadow cat purrs upon seeing him… and Beast Doggy pretends he has to poop to sneak the cat outside when it wants out) …

Based on the success of Shadow Cat joining our lil gypsy troupe of a family… Tall child brought us another little bundle of fur… from her college dorm… It needed a home… its person was moving…. and it was the cutest thing I had ever seen….

And the children rejoiced….

And Shadow Cat and Beast Dog desperately wanted to show Flora the Ropes… Or eat her… Probably eat her…

But Flora would have none of this… She moved into my bedroom… and under my bed… and only came out when the house was asleep and all the lights were out… she would come out and eat… and use the litter box… or my clothes if they were on the floor…. and then crawl into my bed and love on my face… and nest in my hair… and allow herself to be snuggled and kissed and all was well…. We nick named her Ghost Kitty


Last… but not least… Near death experience of the cat… and I only share this… because well… it was so freakish… We love her dearly, and thought… well… its spring, lets throw her outside and see what happens….

Here is what happened : She went out… loved it… did really well… then I got brave… and let Zip (Beast Doggy) out…. That didn’t go so well… I have never seen a cat try to run through a fence… but that is exactly what she did….face first… into the chain link fence… and with enough force behind her to get her head stuck there… Small Child is screaming.. I think she is dead….. I shove her head back out of the fence… thinking… well she is dying anyways right? and carry her back in the house… hold her for a while… look her over….no blood…. set her down… she makes a mad dash for the safety of my bedroom… and right under the bed….. whew! she is fine. We bought her all kinds of treats and special stuff…. and found her another set of persons… because we loved her enough to not sentence her to a life under the bed…. much like Harry Potter under the stairs…

Here… Have a gratuitous picture of Shadow Cat and Zip the Beast Dog