Licking Wounds: 20 Things On Tuesday

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Love

Is a many splendid thing

Fear

My radio spazzed out on the way to work this morning it kept switching stations achey breakey heart (the spanish version) christian rock..Stevie Nicks and if I'm not mistaken that was Jim Jones talking in between. This resulted in a long thought process revolving around the theories of white noise and if those voices they pick up on Ghost Hunters that say EVIL and answer yes and no questions and blame each other have any merit...and then there is space..and people that wack their head and all of the sudden start speaking in tongues and other languages especially old forms of linguistics out of nowhere..residue from past existence it has to be. Maybe I should conjure up some kind of disclaimer..if I did it would start something like this..I have a scar under my eye from a dermal pierce that rejected last year..I wear a retainer..and a stretch mark here and there..and I speak in accents from places I have never lived nor have ever been too constantly and not because I try to..I don't understand it myself..that's enough of that I'll let you draw your own conclusions..

"We will all laugh at Gilded Butterflies"

W.S.

Out of the Blue & Into the Black

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me

- Sting A Thousand Years

Just Breathe

After the day I had at school I didn't know whether to burn my computer or my bra...it was that bad..not being one to complain I realize that I could not exist every day in my A game but still...Alas the panic subsided and I found myself home again trying to scoop up the motivation to get in the kitchen and make dinner..while looking for said motivation I began to fantasize about the days when the only person I had to look after was me, myself, and I..Heck I could survive off of potato chips alone and would gladly if I was flying solo..But then I can back to earth and knocked out an Italian dinner made worthwhile by my little man who turned to me with the most serious yet sympathetic look on his face and said "Mama you make the best meatballs in the whole world"..It really is the simple moments like these isn't it though...My teenager is home tonight..now that he has his car and his first job this seems like a rare occasion ..just having him here it feels like everything is right in the world..

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
Carl Jung

I Have a Dirty Little Secret..

I haven't slept good in weeks. I can be exhausted yet as soon as my head hits the pillow I toss and turn for what seems like eternity. I hate mornings anymore might I add. It wasn't always this way in fact I used to love waking up early to cheerfully "greet the day". Now I can't muster up enough energy to get out of bed and do a yoga routine, let alone do much of anything besides get ready, get the kids ready, and make breakfast on the fly (something I can now manage to do within 30 min, think drill sergent). There are two distinct possibilities as to why this may be occurring. Either I have too much on my mind (isn't that always the case) and aside from there being something in the water, it could possibly have to do with something so simple as I changed my drink. It is all my faithful barista Jen's fault, yes I am afraid I am going to have to blame her for this one and avoid accountability. You see it went down something like this when I went in for my regular old Trenta iced coffee with soy and three Splendas...

Jen: You wanna try something really good??

Me: Sure (this could potentialy be the highlight of my day)

Jen: I am going to add a few syrups I think you'll really like..

Me: Ummm Okay..( U mean like sugar syrups..shut up just go with it be polite..)

Jen: Here try this it's iced coffee with Soy Vanilla syrup & Carmel drizzle..

Me: No Splendas..??

Jen: Nope

Me: Oh this is goooood I mean really good ( I want to drizzle caramel all over everything I consume from now on)

Jen: I knew you'd like it..

And so it goes..I have been sucking down two of these per day because they go down so smoooth and getting gooey Carmel up the straw is like a little present all throughout the day.. Oh the shame!! My loving husband brought me home my old soy Splenda standby this weekend as it was too complicated to remember my new concoction and I shunned it, it sat there getting all melty as I sadly tried to nurse it..It just wasn't the same ..how did I ever drink this I thought...Yes I am in trouble and I may not be sleeping well anytime soon and sometimes I can't feel the left side of my face but on a good note I graduated to Gold status on my card and am earning free drinks..I am starting to wonder if they put something in their coffee, you know like how everyone thought cigarettes were safe and then well found out they were addictive and kill people?

Either way...mornings are overrated anyways..

Chillaxin

Is the weekend really almost over? I know it has been said a zillion times but boy how time flies when your having fun. I wouldn't call the majority of the day spent on homework fun mind you but there is a certain mode that I fall into, just on Sundays that makes no matter what I am into feel low key. I am thinking ahead to April and of what the new month will bring. April marks the last month of tolerable weather before the dog days of Summer kick in around these parts and we will be taking full advantage of the outdoors ...a camping trip is in it's planning stage...Sunday involved a little man who insisted on a dozen red roses for his mama. A trip around town with my favorite teenager and his friends..breakfast for dinner today ( I am not a big breakfast in the morning person..like at all) and aside from all the homework a little glam rock, restorative yoga and a sparkly too tight shirt that left me wondering why the hell I left the house like this... here's to the week ahead..

Roses from my little man!