"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Monday, December 28, 2015

Year End


The snow is accumulating.
It looks airbrushed where it covers moved snow.
My front slope below my house and above fifth street resembles a paused rolling boil.
Pathways are beginning to look like a maze.
A hedgerow in white.

Two roof lines meet in a dense and dangerous collision.
The thick mass of ice underneath snow, hovers in space.
As the snow creeps in a slow slide the fresh layers on top meet with the melt from the heat of my house.
Stalactite spikes and tails drip.
The spikes curl and point stiff fingers at me as I stare from behind the window.

The snow and ice seem suspended in time.
A sharp contrast to the rush of end of days at year end.
Each day comes quickly to a close and fades into the background.
Beautiful glare.
I wince as I gaze out the window.
Searching, reading, writing to find where the year has gone.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas



With a tail as big as a kite. No North star to be seen tonight. But the moon has made an appearance.

A blanket in solid white rolls and plunges, it rests heavy over yards and on the green boughs of towering pines. A white Christmas in Roslyn. Snoqualmie Pass reopened today after being closed for two days.



Sunday, December 13, 2015

13 Seconds



What can be done in thirteen seconds?

Set the timer  on the microwave... What can you get done in thirteen seconds...

Blow your nose.
Wash a pan.
Unwrap and eat a piece of chocolate.

Eight seconds is required to ride a bull and it seems like a lifetime. Rocketed in the air wearing tight blue Lee's, boots and a cowboy hat. The crowd watches in slow motion as a arm held high in the air balances the man as he rolls and thrusts on top of an angry bucking bull.

Last night we paid sixty dollars to watch Conor McGregor get his long awaited title fight. Thirteen seconds it took him to take it from the twelve year reigning champ Jose Aldo. 

He crouched low on all fours on the white floor of the octagon, stretching. His ass clad in tight shorts in green rocked back and forth in front of the audience. The tattoo that runs down his spine rolls and slithers. The fighters quickly move to the center of the ring. No time for the fancy leg acrobats just solid punches. Fast, hard throws. Conor reels from a clip to the head as his left punch lands in that sweet spot. Jose drops to the mat. Tap. Tap. Two more head shots and the match is called.

McGregor is the winner. We sit stunned and speechless on the couch for brief seconds.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Pasta and Bitches


Been a long week. The aftermath of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. I could hardly stand to work today. I wanted to go to the library book sales and craft fair. I took some time off and did those things because I'm tired of angry nagging bitches.

Last one of the day was the worst. Michelle in Detroit hella pissed over some goddamn lipgloss. Thankful that I did not have Charlotte the crazy pregnant woman threatening for days to kill people.
Sometimes I just want to say 'what in the hell is wrong with you' that you think you need to talk to people in that way over a thing. A thing like lip gloss.

Peeps get all up in arms over their kids being picked on, bullied and such. Well listen to yourself for a change on the phone to customer service. People up in arms over shootings, massacres.
Listen to yourself talk to others. Most people are not nice to other people, we want life to be fair and nice but its not. We are all mean to each other its human nature to be cruel, mean and hurtful. I don't care how nice you are. We are all mean.

Yep...In a bad mood, but like I said left early and went to the book sale. I got some great stuff. A book on the Puget Sound, one on baths. (Remember the last blog.. Merlin in the Roman bath with Amelia).. yeah a cool book on the history of baths in hardback for a dollar. For an idea percolating in my head for yet another book.

I got a Nora Roberts that I haven't read set on Orcas Island and another one I wanted to have for my personal library. Picked up a few gifts for Christmas and then felt a bit better to try and finish the day at work. Nick is making Pasta for dinner. Fettuccine. I needed some comfort food. Bitches will be getting worse in the month to come.