Sunday, July 30, 2006

Can You See Me Now???

Just wondered if MV was looking right...
Can everybody see? :)
I pretended to get a new blog- but used the same format...
One day you might arrive and everything will be pink :O!

I'm in a "Pink Phase" :)

Last year it was black...

Nex year? Fushia? Who knows-

Have I told you lately that I love you? ALL of you? Love as in "Storge" ~ Affection...

I'll say it now...

"Storge" friends!

Tomorrow I am going to post a shameless and hysterical Blonde Joke!
Until then~

-Cora :)

Saturday, July 29, 2006

With Regard for a Katydid...

In this oppressive July heat I discovered a Katydid.
He was moving- almost as if in pain- across the hood of my car.

If it was hot enough to fry eggs there, which it was, then it was hot enough to bake a bug as well.

I exteneded a cool, pale, peachy colored finger as an escape.
He quickly accepted.

His legs were no bigger than toothpicks-
and with Green, Grabb-ity, Scratchy Feet he reached out and perched
on my digit, like a tiny queer bird.

I looked at him closely-
He was beautiful. He seemed quite content to stand on all 4's on the hand of
the mayden who rescued him.
However, I could not hold the creature indefinitely...

I looked around for a place that he could thrive and be safe.
An equally green patch of grass in the backyard seemed to match him perfectly.

I lowered him to the earth (the earth was never far away due to my lack of height:)
And as my hands touched the grass I noticed how much cooler it was- down there- away from the pavement and the hot hoods of automobiles.

While the Katydid had been stunning on the hood of my car the fact remains that he was out of place. It's true...If he had been in my Crepe Myrtle I might not have seen him, but being out of place for too long could have killed him.

I will not forget those Green, Grabb-ity, Scratchy Feet clinging to my finger.
Or how perfect it seemed to place him in the grass. I am glad I was in the right place at the right time to assist.

Though, he did make me wonder later...

Where in my life am I like the Katydid?

In what areas am I hot-footing it on the hood of a car- when I belong in the grass?

How about you?

Friday, July 28, 2006


"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

To love is to be vulnerable."
~C.S. Lewis

(from "The 4 Loves")

When I first read this passage out of The 4 Loves- I was stunned. I wrote it down...tried to memorize it. This past week in a panic I tried to recall it, tried to find it...thank goodness for Google! I have almost every book Mr. Lewis wrote- I'd have been looking for quite a while :)

We often hear people speak about building walls around their heart- to protect themselves...but we rarely hear the fortress being described as a casket.

It is a casket- or a tomb--those walls around the heart. And those walls are built with anger, or bitterness, greed, or indifference, and almost always fortified with pride.
But threre are stranger materials sometimes...
Anything we can surround ourselves with and hide inside of can be a casket.

Even religion, or politics, or another person.

To step out makes us vunerable.

What's worse- a broken heart, or an Unbreakable one?

Let me have This One that can be broken. It has been mended before, it will no doubt need mending again...

And as for the casket- I plan to be I won't be needing that either.

Storge- Affection
Philia- Friendship
Eros- Sexual love
Agape- Selfless love, the love of God

These are the 4 Greek words that are translated as love in English.

It is a shame there is only one word for LOVE in English, isn't it?

*****This wonderful addition came from Lux- and it was just too good not to add to the post! Thank you Lux! :)

PAG IBIG: love for a person or country

Iniibig Kta: I am IN LOVE with you

Sinisinta Kita: I adore you ( said by a lover to another)I love are my sweetheart

Mahal Kita: said by one person to another..could be husband to wife or lover to another or parent to child

Irog: means my sweetheart..term of endearment meaning LOVE.

MAHAL: term of endearment meaning LOVE..said by man to woman..or parent to child...

Wednesday, July 26, 2006


***bottom of post has previously deleted "sex" content- LOL***

Lance Bass: I'm gay.

What defines us?
What matters- really?

Can I be defined by any one thing I do? Or say?

Do you think the National Media Outlets had such a slow news day yesterday that the "Outing" of Lance was the best they could come up with?

It's not like anything else in the world is going on, right?

I wish you the best Lance- in distant, far-off -kind of way...but I would have wished you well regardless-

What defines you?

Do you think that I will think less of you, or more of you- depending on your answers?
About your sexual orientation, skin color, your age, your profession, your political choices?

Definitions are concrete and solid- people change and grow.

What defines me? What I say, or what I do? Or how I look?

Lance is more than Gay. I am more than Blonde.

As far as definitions go- I guess it's ok to start there...on a blog~

But it seems pretty shallow for a news story...
Is being Gay about Sex?

Is being Straight about Sex?

How much time do you spend having sex? (Don't answer)

If being Straight is only about sex- I may have a problem…

Over the span of a lifetime- most people will spend more time using the bathroom, including showers and brushing/flossing, than they'll spend having sex. (and if you don't floss, you really should~ :)

When my life is over I will definitely have spent more time cooking and cleaning and reading than having sex.

I spend more time in the car taking the kids to school- EVERY DAY- than having sex.

Does it matter to me that Lance is Gay? No. Does it matter to me if he is kind? Yes, sort of-

Does it matter to me that he might be “getting lucky” a little more often than me?

Well, at least that would be interesting…


Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Sweeter stuff ...and good enough :)

Last night was better- no bad dreams. Thank you for all the kind thoughts...I don't deserve any of you! :)

I read "Now We Are Six" before going to bed-

I find so much beauty- so much that is pure and sweet in those old stories and poems.
Such drama in finding a beetle and losing him in the house! Or of finding Dragons with a best friend...or the finer points of fishing from a 6 year old perspective.

My 2nd childhood will be far more perfect than my first- for I will be well read on the matter!
With war, and loss, childbirth, and mortgages well behind me...When I turn 70- Christopher Robin and I will still be friends :)

The Morning Walk
(Christopher Robin and his friend- 6 yrs. old)

When Anne and I go out on a walk,
We hold each others hand and talk
Of all the things we mean to do
When Anne and I are 42 (LOL!!!)

And when we've thought about a thing,
Like bowling, hoops, or bicycling,
Or falling down on Anne's balloon...
We do it in the afternoon.

(What fun are you putting off today for when you are 42??? or older? )

Quotes I enjoy- often! :)

On Love...

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love;
The taint of the earth, the odor of the skies is in it~

I know a passion still more deeply charming-
Than fever'd youth e're felt: and that is love,
By long experienced mellow'd into friendship.


Love is not in our choice,
but in our fate.

Love is a god,
Strong, free, unabounded, and as some define-
Fears nothing, pitieth none.

On Kissing...Smooch to you K9! :)

Kiss the tear from her lip, you'll find the rose,
The sweeter for the dew.

I came to feel how far above
All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood
All earthly pleasure, All imagined good
Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss.

- Keats

My lips pressed themselves involuntarily to hers--
A long, long kiss, burning intense
--concentrating emotion, heart, soul, all
the rays of life's light, into a single focus.

Whew- somebody get me a fan! :)

Monday, July 24, 2006

Warning- Not a funny post~ A Nightmare...

I don't often have bad dreams.

I have an over active imagination and I avoid scary movies and books for just that reason. My dreams reflect what I feed my head.
I did see a few clips of a horror movie from 1975 on a comedy program last night- but it seemed harmless enough.

I didn't give it a second thought~

Before going to bed...still somewhat grieving over the passsing of my
Grandfather, I journaled before going to sleep. I don't (and won't) usually post too much of what I write in my journal, but today it seems apprropriate.

July 23rd, 2006
(My thoughts on/during/after the funeral)

"I felt the full weight of how temporary we all are. How things/humans come and go.
People don't last.

My Mom finally broke down when she saw her Father in the coffin.
He was cold.

All I could think was:

One day I'll be cold-
As cold as a piece of meat from the fridge.

Joints and muscles stiffened-
Never to move again.

With my sight blackened,
My ears closed,
My mouth silenced.

~ A Corpse ~

Heart no longer beating-
Blood flow stopped-
Lungs still.

But his soul- his Spirit- Where was it now?
Not here...not anywhere that I can see-
Not anywhere that I can FEEL.

Sometimes I can feel LOVE when I walk into a room.
Sometimes I can feel passion from 100 miles away.
Sometimes my sisters and I dream similar things- and we feel the connection.

I couldn't feel my Grandfather.

I felt like I was blindly searching in an empty box-

My palms covered the vacant space, my fingers brushed into the corners.
I felt the coolness of the bottom of the box- but it was empty.

I watched the 2nd wife of my Grandfather approach the casket, and she began to sob.
She touched his coat with the palm of her hands. Her fingertips brushed his beard.
She leaned over the coffin to kiss his cold cheek, and she wept, because what she was longing for what was missing-

She could not find his warmth-
I could not find his Spirit.

Both of us searching-
in an empty box."


Finally It was time to close my eyes.
I have to sleep on my side and I use 3 pillows, 1- under my head, 1- between my knees, and 1- I call my "Huggy-pillow". The huggy pillow helps support my shoulders, but it has become something of a security item...I know that's silly, but it is what it is.
I love that pillow and I almost never travel without it.

In the middle of the night I turned over and began re-adjusting all of my pillows.
Finally, the huggy pillow, I begin to draw up to my chest and face.
To my absolute horror I saw one of the biggest, vilest, most horrible spiders I had ever seen in such close proximity.
It was cold, and dark, soul-less... and right there on my favorite pillow.

I woke up screaming. It was 4 am.
I threw the pillow across the bed. I sat up, shaking my clothes and searching the sheets- on the one hand terrified that I would find it, and equally terrified that I wouldn't!

It took several minutes for me to realize that I had been dreaming.

I got up and went to the bathroom- double checked my hair and my PJ's... and found nothing. Got a drink of water, but couldn't shake the "willies" I felt.

I never did go back to sleep...I just couldn't. Even as the morning sun poured in through my windows I kept looking.

As the day has progressed I see how the dream reflects what I had written in my journal- but I didn't see it right away. If I had been asked yesterday, "Do you fear death?" I would have said no.

But the dream tells me something else.
I do have fears...and I'm more afraid of the unknown than I'd like to admit. And I am searching too.

And by this hour of the day...I am getting mighty tired! :)
No journaling for me tonight- unless I can write about something happy and soothing~

It might just be a good evening to spend reading "Now we are 6", by AA Milne:), or some
Robert Louis Stevenson "Poetry"...

Rotty- can you come over? lol!

I wish each of you a good nights rest :)

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Fidelity Personified~ K9

This is a shameful blog full with
virtually nothing but photos for K9...
Anything to make him happy- right???

Thinking about you smoochie Pup!!!

K9 told me this was one of his favorites...

Mayden says /GRRRRRRRR!!!!

No...he's not a 3 headed pooch- but I bet he'd make anyone think twice about bothering his Mayden! :)

I look a little dreamy- or a blonde in thought...a rare occurance??? Not as rare as you might think! LOL!

Smooch!!!! (Ok, it would be fair to say that I look like a I kissed a lemon...not a sweet Pup- perhaps it would be best if I had left the lights off???? LOL :)

I make myself laugh!!!!>>>>>

Friday, July 21, 2006

"Steadfast and Devoted Attachment" ~ And a Winner...

Part I~
The Cause and the Characters

"I pledge myself to thee alone"
The men whispered in the dark,
Their minds full settled on one deemed fair,
Each wanting to claim her heart.

The challenge was far from deadly,
No need for Battle Dress-
She simply asked that her Suitors expound,
On the Virtue of Faithfulness.

(And a verse or 2 about Lee)

At "Semper Fi"...her heart was stirred,
A slogan of brave fighting men...
Loyalty like that is unsurpassed-
The Flame In Her Heart Burned Bright again.

The K9 was Fidelity Personified,
He knew no other way to live.
He simply loved the Mayden,
His allegiance was his pleasure to give.

The Detective- Beguiling and Charming,
Waxed long about being true,
About Harmony, Trust, and Alchemy,
And something about "Bondo" too~

But often he was discovered-
Chasing hoop skirts and ladies on the net...
On bended knees he proclaims adoration-
But Fidelity? Mayden is looking for it YET.

Boneman dared not try his pen,
Against 3 in a duel over One,
Yet Fidelity seemed a virtue he grasped,
If submitted- Perhaps he'd have won!

Part II
The Maydens View

The Sun and the Moon in their courses,
The deepest roots of the tallest tree-
Not for a moment do these elements falter,
This is "Fidelity" to me...

Ever working and ever waiting,
My thoughts alone belong to thee.
My heart (and flirtations) held in reserve for you,
This is "Fidelity" to me...

A Passion that burns and leaves it's mark
On my heart for the world to see~
Your words and mine- 2 joys combined,
This is "Fidelity" to me...


The Contest is nearly over~
And I fear there's a tie for 1st place!
The Pooch and the Wine Glass have said it best,
And Percy too has run a good race!

However, Cosmo has turned up missing!
And so Pup- Wilt thou be mine???
I know you're a dog- but you are precious-
Rag shaker, morse code breaker....


K9~ if he the winner :)

Mayden says-----/GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

Part IV
A Loving Condolence...

Percy, you swayed and wooed me-
And your attraction can not be denied,
And if I told you it was easy to judge the 3,
Surely my friend-- then I would have lied!

But I saw how you eyed the lovely Miss Eyre,
And the Lady Wordsmith has captured you too-
And this Mayden feels it would be terribly unfair,
To Imprison a man such as you!

A kiss I give you as you go-
Your words have given me much to mull over...
And I hope after 30 days or so...
You might show me your Taurus Revolver??? ;)

*smooch* to you Percy, and thank you for being the reason all of this took place to begin with! :)

Most of these photos were taken today...

Especially for K9 :) A Pup needs his "Sunshine"

Good heavens...I LOVE that dog!!! :) Smooch to you friend, and finally, a rub on that belly!!! ;)

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Home again, poems, VOTE HERE!

I'm home, and I'm tired :) But after reading K9's last reply...I had to take a few pic's :)
(I can see how tired I am...can you?)

In No particular order...
Poems from my suitors~

Fidelity’s Sweet Alchemy
By Percy

For Cora – and I suppose Lee…

Fidelity is harmony,
Fidelity is trust,
Fidelity’s essentially
A pleasure and a must.

An emblem of fidelity
Lee Kennedy is not;
At first he studied chemistry
But then he had this thought:

“I’ll study some psychology,
I really don’t know why;
Perhaps the girls will ogle me
If I can make them cry...”

At Deakin University
The ladies now make eyes:
Psychology has chemistry;
They heave their wanton sighs.

Lee’s wife resents it mightily,
By day she knits him sweaters,
She muses on fidelity -
Then intercepts his letters!

Enough of Lee, I turn to thee,
And on my knees implore:
For surely thou dost plainly see
Tis thee that I adore?

Why else would I make rhymes about
This “Lee” guy, anyway –
I know not where he gets such clout
Nor why of him I bray.

You’d think it’s him I’m picturing
In filmy negligee;
Or scented with a mixturing
Of tender-scented spray…

Fidelity is harmony,
Fidelity is trust;
Fidelity’s sweet alchemy
Is bondo for love’s rust.

From Cosmo

......................................................... (This is where I want THE KISS!!!)

Simper Fidelis
An Agony in Four Fits and a Poem.

Where the players are introduced to the crowd.

There was a time when there was peace throughout the land
And life was milk and honey
When all things were considered, it was rather grand
And well done eggs were runny.

A fair young Maiden entered this idyll
And hearts went all aflutter
She grabbed their attention and had a fiddle
She melted them like butter.

Like hapless candles fluttering around a moth
The Gumshoe was first to break
He threw down a glove made of the finest cloth
Which the Knight was loathe to take.

But take it he did, their relationship terse;
They waited the Maiden’s decree.
Fidelity was the given task; plus a verse
About some harmless drudge named Lee.

Where the players are jostling for position.

The Gumshoe fretted while the Knight sipped his wine
But others had entered the ring
The smart money moved onto the Rottie, K9
Fidelity already his thing.

But the stumbling block that was causing most grief
Was the mandatory topic, Lee.
“To be writing about him is beyond belief”
Said the Knight. The others had to agree.

Lillie and Lux came to play. “We want to know:
Can we take Lee when it’s over?
The Maiden can go to the cop or Cosmo,
She can even run off with Rover.”

So, dear reader, the lines are drawn, words have been said;
We are slowly progressing the scenes;
Fidelity remains to be hit on the head;
Does anyone know what it means?

Where the Knight writes on fidelity.

The Knight looked down at his blank serviette
And wondered what to write
Help me Sancho! There must be some angle to get
On the others in this fight.

The Gumshoe, said Sancho, will view it felonious
That’s what policemen do.
Perhaps you should heed the words of Polonius
And “To thine self be true”?

Now, the dog of course, is an outside chance
While Percy’s chasing robbers;
But really what woman gives a second glance
To a hairy beau that slobbers?

It was Percy, for Mayden, who started this fight,
A copper for a gal;
Under the circumstances, it sounds right,
If I use a villian-elle.


The Poem


Curled up beside him close at night,
She was contented as a lassie could be.
And the flame in her heart burned bright.

She adored him deeply, with all her might
In the place that she most wanted to be,
Curled up beside him close at night.

She was pure as the snow is crisp and white
‘Til the day she chanced upon Lee;
And the flame in her heart burned bright.

Her happiness soared to reach new heights
Never before had she felt so free.
Curled up beside him close at night.

She asked with an accent, passingly slight:
Did you say you would marry me?
And the flame in her heart burned bright.

The depth of her love was easy to see;
Some things we learn are meant to be;
Curled up beside him close at night.
And the flame in her heart burned bright.


Where the circus leaves town.

Sancho, the poem is writ, our job complete,
We can but win or fail,
And having stayed long enough to compete
It is time to hit the trail.

You have been so loyal, I must thank you so,
You helped me stay the course
Good luck, my man, you are free to go
And, yes, you can have my horse.

There’s nothing so sad as a circus ground
When all the crowd’s dispersed;
The grass is trampled, the bunting’s come down,
But what’s become of those ‘versed’?

Percy is strutting the policeman’s domain
K9 is entering dog shows,
Poor Lee has slipped into obscurity again
Mayden is posing for photos.


From my beloved K9

was it
nutmeg psychosis
morse code neurosis:

-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----

(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)

sweet equation

β-D-fructo-furanosyl 4-chloro-4-deoxy-


the aussie man lee
and fidelity
the detective and the post

the niner of K
the den of may
the voyage and a boast

gloves thrown down
photos and browns
a discussion of what is true.

silly bros
erudite foes
its what dogs were built to do

-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----

(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)


well i was called fidelis from my very first day
i dogpaddled here to bark it out and have my say
id never let a digger do a dig on my lady
wouldnt let 'em dis her or imply that she were shady
id protect her virtue with my K9 high karate
and channel-surf her chakras like a bodisatva rottie

a spectral force unseen just in case shes ever scared
a poem for her pleasure with my inner dog laid bared
but when she falls alseep tonight the canine ranges on
to form a fragrant steamer for another blogger's lawn.
though i can't stay a month in her digital abode
anytime she needs me she can telegraph my code

-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----

(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)

-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----

(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)

i'm fadin'
but true to you i'll be

m' lady's voice
the niner's choice
of sound fidelity

sound fidelity....
sound fidelity...
sound fidelity................


My Poem to Lee“Lee Kennedy”

Lee is a teacher by heart,
But Chemistry is mostly his trade,
And he covers a wide range of topics
On his blog called “The Curates Egg”.

He’s been married for 25 years,
His wife, Margaret, a fine lovely Scott-
One night, after having chopped chili’s,
Lee’s passion got a little too hot!

Lee loves a warm bath, and some ice cream
With Mozart and a red light for mood-
Not shy about sex or politics-
And knows about toxins in food!

Lee is a man from Down Under,
His writing is clear, precise, and fun…
In his life he’s lacked just one little thing~
A POEM, And now my friends, it is done!

All 1st cousins~ From Korea to Panama to the kidding :)


Now...I NEED to SLEEP! Love to you all if you made it this far down!!! :)

Saturday, July 15, 2006

It's almost over...

I went to AC Moore tonight- shopping for pens and albums and a bag to carry my books in. As I was preparing to leave the store- I discoverd these figurines.

In a sudden flash of inspiration- I gathered up a few and began to pose them!
Took the pictures with my camera phone :)

From left to right...
Mayden, Percy, J Cosmo Newbery (on his horse!) and the K9- with a few extra heads...

Cosmo has posted his poem at his blog...When all 3 are finished, I will post them here as well.

This last knight is a man of mystery. His face is mostly covered, but he is so handsome.

Do you know who it is??? X!!!

I had to take his picture...after I removed my lipstick smudge from his helmet! lol!

Friday, July 14, 2006


The Mayden~


Who loves all things written,
And a good wine to drink-
Enjoys feeling protected...
Likes a man (or dog :) who can think.

Is moved easily by words,
Ponders deep what you say-
Held captive by your verse...
Mesmerized by word-play.

By Monday at Sunset-
The poems will be loosed,
Written by a Canine,
An Engineer(?)-- and a Sleuth!

And will you be merry,
Glad for this saga to end?
Tune in before Wednesday-
To find out who wins!!! :)

(Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy! Blah- don't run off due to the quality of that poem! :) I wrote a hurry- that's worse!)

THE COMBATANTS (in no particular order)

The Detective: Passionate, determined.

"J. Cosmo Newbery"

Man of mystery, writer of poems that I love


Sparring Partner...loveable, Artist:

All Poems are to be submitted by Sunset on Monday night on the Combatants respective blogs.
I will post them also at Mayden's Voyage if they are sent to me.

All votes to be cast at Mayden's Voyage...a special post will be created for voting purposes.

A winner will be chosen by Wednesday at Sunset- all votes will be taken into consideration, but Cora has the final say on the Poet of her choice.

The winner gets my undivided flirtations for a month and I can not flirt with the losers of this duel. The winning poem will be posted at MV as well.

The winner may also get a special photo of me...seeing how the dang photos are probably what started all of this in the first place! The photo will be tasteful! Sometimes my pastor reads this blog! :)

X.Dell is taking bets. Please contact him for info about that :)

Best Wishes and deep fondness to my suitors! :) You are each dear to me. The choosing will be difficult, I am sure!


Thursday, July 13, 2006

Thank you J Cosmo Newbery...

For returning to the duel...

I am (though some would say it counts for little) honored and delighted- more than I can actually say~

The poems shall be posted no later than Sunset on Monday night...July 17th (Are we all 3 in the same time zone?) at the respective blogs:

J Cosmo Newbery



If these 2 gentlemen will email me their poems I will post them at Mayden's Voyage as no particular order of course!

Percy continues to press for votes...and I am sure, as is the nature of humans who want a say in all things...there will indeed be votes~ To be cast at Mayden's Voyage.
(A decision should be made by Wednesday July 19th at Sunset...)

However, I will take all input into consideration...but the final sway must be mine, as it is MY virtue, grace, honor, and tacky photos at risk here for 30 days.

If another Knight, or- ummm, canine, or letter of the alphabet decide to join in the fray, please let me know.

May I kindly thank each and everyone of you who have seen this thing through from beginning to end~ From my admirers to those with lower opinions of me. :(

As to a detractor who questioned if a maid was ever "worth it"- my reply came in the form of, you guessed it, a poem. Most of you have read it, but since it is mine I will re-post it here at MV.


A thousand ships launched,
And Dragons Slayed~
Sampsons secret spilled-
For the love of a "maid"...

Kingdoms built,
Villages burned to a crisp-
Knights mortally wounded,
For a maidens kiss.

And was the risk worth it?
Was the maid worth the blood?
As his arms encircled her body-
He knew- he'd have died for her love!

But what of THIS duel?
One of words, prose and wit?
Oh- These men will be safe,
No blood will be spilt!

And what of the maid?
She's embarrased, but glad-
This is( by far)the most bloggy fun,
She's EVER had!!!

-Cora/Maydens Voyage :)

Friday, July 07, 2006

4 Things

1. You can probably tell that I have been fooling around with my Template Settings...and something is askew. If you have any suggestions- please email them to me, or leave a note on my blog. Helpful suggestions only please...

2. I have updated my sidebar- and I really do enjoy these blogs- almost daily. Certainly not more than a week passes without my reading them. If I over looked you-please let me know...

3. IMPORTANT: How do you deal with a stranger attacking you? If the assault is physical, do you hit back, or run? If it's verbal- do you defend yourself, or let your personality speak for itself?
If you are a person who believes in prayer- Do you pray for your attacker?
(I do/both)
How do you deal with lies being told about yourself?
Is the love and care of your friends enough to soothe the burns inflicted by a stranger? (Yes, by all means- I hope so!)

4. I am a total flirt- but if you've spent any time here you know I am fairly deeper than that. I've covered everything from abortion to the Korean War on this blog-- I'll celebrate my 100th post in the very near future. Thank you for being here and encouraging me along the way :)

Hugs to my friends...and kisses to some of you! :)

(SiMN(Song in My Noggin)- Hotel California)

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Blissfully Unique~ sort of :)

I LOVE getting those goofy address labels in the mail...
You know, the ones from the Disabled Veterans, or the American Heart Association...or St. Jude's.

If my name is spelled correctly- and the last name is tough because it's Norwegian (and IT IS a weird last name) - I almost always send money: specially to the Disabled Veterans.

I have a nice computer, with a fairly good printer...and I have a box of plain labels- I can make all the cute address stickers I want- but I never do!

Nor do I have to-

To date I have about 3,000 labels with my name and address on them! When we moved 5 years ago I hated to throw away all that stuff with the old address on it.

Alternate uses for printed address labels...

Mail some to a Grandparent or a relative you keep in touch with- specially an elderly person.
It makes sending you a card or note that much easier.

Put one on the back of a photo you are sending to someone (particularly a photo of yourself!)- be sure to put the date on the back of the photo as well.

Use the labels on dishes and utensils for ANY and every pot-luck event you take a dish to...or if you are making dinner for a friend who is sick or with a new baby.
My dishes rarely end up with someone else.

If you are moving- or about to move and want to send your address to people who actaully write to you- take a stack of Rolodex cards, affix your address label, and then mail the rolodex cards out to your friends.

Put one inside the book you loan out to a friend.

Stick one on the bottom of ANYTHING on your desk at work that tends to wander staplers, and tape and scissors.

Cd's, movies, items that you want returned....

OK, you get the idea.

* Song playing in my head is "Rebel Yell" (the Billy Idol kick will be over soon, I hope...but jeesh...what a song! I'm going to post the "Song in my Noggin" (SiMN) from now on- if I can remember to do it! :)

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"


In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"More, more, more.

The "Angel" in this song- I think- is my alter ego...the chick I have to sit on to keep her in line...
She's not much of an Angel really :) But, I dare say - she is ALOT of fun! :P

I might have to put an address label on her if she gets be sure she's returned to the right place! LOL!


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Meme...6 weird things

I kind of took this from Gary...but I don't think he'll mind :)

I hope -by some of your replies- to find out that I am not as weird as I think I am...

1.) My mind is almost never quiet-there is scarcely a time when a song is not playing in my head- right now- it's Billy Idol's "Sweet 16". Sometimes it drives me nuts.

2.) I used to HATE having my picture taken- now I don' long as I am the one taking it- all pics on this blog have been taken by me- and me alone :)

3.) I detest clothes shopping- but wanted to be a fashion designer when I was 10-12

4.) I have the phrase, "The Time is Write" written on my bathroom mirror in ink...

5.) I make up stories about people I am on an airplane with- I give them a name, a job, who their spouse it...a full character sketch-

6.) My middle name is spelled "Michealle"- Mom wasn't sure how to spell it- and the nurse said- spell it anyway you want she did.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Independence Day

WHEN, in the Course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands, which have connected them with another, and to assume, among the Powers of the Earth, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's GOD entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the Causes which impel them to the Separation.

We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their CREATOR, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its Foundation on such Principles, and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate, that Governments long established, should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that Mankind are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security. Such has been the patient Sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the Necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The History of the present King of Great-Britain is a History of repeated Injuries and Usurpations, all having in direct Object the Establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid World.

(Next comes all the offenses of the king...I left that part out~)

WE, therefore, the Representatives of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, in GENERAL CONGRESS Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the World for the Rectitude of our Intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly Publish and Declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be, FREE AND INDEPENDENT STATES; that they are absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political Connexion between them and the State of Great-Britain, is, and ought to be, totally dissolved; and that as FREE AND INDEPENDENT STATES, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which INDEPENDENT STATES may of Right do. And for the Support of this Declaration, with a firm Reliance on the Protection of DIVINE PROVIDENCE, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honour.

Happy July 4th!!!

End of the Spear



For a girl who loves all things funny- who refuses to watch almost any movie that will make me cry- (I cry over stupid comercials on TV!)...I loved this movie.

Yes- I sobbed like a baby through parts of it- had to stop watching it half-way through because I could hardly breathe (asthma kicks up when I cry!)- but I pressed on and it was worth it.

The movie is about 5 missionaries (Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, Ed McCully, Pete Fleming, and Roger Youderian) who try to make contact with a dangerous tribe called the Waodani. They do make contact and are eventually killed- speared to death by the men of the tribe. The wives and children of the dead missionaries move in with the tribe to continue what their husbands started. The movie is told from the perspective of Steve Saint, who was a little boy when his dad, Nate, was killed.

It sounds so over the top- like the ultimate "Turn the other cheek", and it is in a way, but the famlies knew their lives were at stake the whole time they were in Ecuador. Yes, it was a radical thing for the wives to move in with the tribe, but no more radical than the Gospel they were trying to share.

What would I put my life on the line for?

This is a touching film based on a true story- It's a movie about people who risked their lives to do what they felt called to do, and we- the viewers- see how lives were changed, and in many ways bettered, by their involvement.
It is not overly religious, though you know that faith is what drives the missionaries and sustains them through some difficult and painful experiences.

The film does move slowly in some places, and we don't hear enough about the oil companies involvement in stirring up the tribes, but again, the film is told from the little boys POV- So of course the oil angle is left out.

Overall it was a great movie.

I've more than met my quota of spilled tears for the year- the next movie will have to be a side splitter!

Any suggestions?

(I just couldn't leave you with that last pic, could I?) LOL :)


Saturday, July 01, 2006

Vote For Pedro!

2 posts in one day-
For dinner I had Sushi-and beer (what an awesome combination!) and a mixer...I shouldn't even be on line! LOL!
I'm a single parent again tonight- trying to make the best of things :)

The kids and I watched "Napolean Dynamite" for the 2nd time...I swear it gets funnier everytime I watch it :) I agree that it's kind of a stupid movie-

The movie covers a wide range of characters- some of which you have to flesh out for the Grandma- Or Pedro's cousins...the girls are easy to identify with- or hate.

Which kind of girl do you suppse I was? Would it surprise you?

I most identify with the Grandmother- 60 something- out on a wild date with her boyfriend in the dunes- riding her motor bike! :)

I looked more like the blonde chick- felt like the mousey pony-tailed girl...but was never a follower. Even now it's hard for me to be a follower.

Uncle Ricko worries me- I think he's harmless, but still- when he gets beaten up by Rex- Yeahhh! I loved that :)

I dated a guy named Rex one time...and he was a body builder- it didn't work out. Can you imagine a big hulky guy taking directions from me??? See- thats why it didn't work! LOL

Friends- I'm just sharing a tiny bit of my life with you tonight. Not glamorous- not terribly exciting...pretty lonely actually now that the kids have gone to bed. I deleted my photos from the earlier post- they are me- but just don't send the kind of signal I'd like.

I am blonde- my eyes are saphire blue, I can be lovely in the right light, and I can be as ordinary as a weed in other light. My maiden name, Runkle, means "Weed"...

for stuborn-ness I think! (Definitely not the mellow-making kind!)

I wish just one of you were here this evening.

"End of the Spear" is the next movie I'll watch- and you know it will make me cry. I'll let you know how it goes...

1st, I have to go get my PJ's on :)