Such a beautiful woman! 
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
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Lucy at roughly 12 years old. Molly at 4 months is…
Lucy at roughly 12 years old. Molly at 4 months is almost this big. -
You honestly didn’t expect that someone who wears …
You honestly didn’t expect that someone who wears their brains on the outside wouldn’t have glowing red eyes did you?
“Keep away, the sow is mine.”
Stay tuned! Head spinning at 10! -
Good thing I was wearing googles when that explode…
Good thing I was wearing googles when that exploded! -
"It’s my birthday and I’m ready for a wild ride!"Â …
“It’s my birthday and I’m ready for a wild ride!” -
"Ok.. I’ll pet it if I have to but as soon as you …
“Ok.. I’ll pet it if I have to but as soon as you snap that picture I’m on the other side of the fence buddy!” -
Molly at nearly 4 months (born May 1, 2004). Alrea…
Molly at nearly 4 months (born May 1, 2004). Already large as most full size adult dogs. -
A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…
A New Day!
Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:
This Morning
4am rolled around and I rolled out of bed. I tried the same at 1am but was definitely too tired to function. Now I’m wide awake and rearing to go. Let’s make magic! -
Poem – Current State of Me (aka A Single Moment)
The video (4MB 1:14) is just me reading the following which in essence is just a list of words so you may just want to save your bandwidth. I suggest that you read column one first, then column two, then left to right all the way down. In the video it sounds like I wrote this in 1988 but it was actually 1998.
Current State of Me (aka A Single Moment)
Writing — Things
Thinking — Change
Dreaming — Deranged
Blinking — Dazed
Pondering — Amazed
Wondering — Craze
Wandering — Maze
Listening — Beat
Hoping — Reach
Praying — Seek
Delaying — Weak
Straying — Lazy
Crazy? — Crazy!-DM 6/1/1998
Normally I like to leave interpretation of any written piece to the reader, however, I think this probably stands to have some explanation otherwise I could just randomly pick words from a dictionary and call it art. Hmm.. Now that’s not a terrible thought!
The following are straight from the journal (6 years ago) with the exception of one that required edits (it’s a journal!) and the notes of course are from the present.
- Writing — Things
- The "things" I was writing were my journal entry and the poem itself
- Thinking — Change
- The thinking "change" was all that had gone on in my recent past from marriage to getting laid off to starting my own business.
- Dreaming — Deranged
- These were thoughts of an alternative path that I could have walked with no debt and unrealistic fantasy dreams. Regret of choices made, desires to change them and imagining how different things would be. Demented thoughts.
- Blinking — Dazed
- The dreaming-deranged overwhelmed me and I spaced out for a few. It felt great to momentarily be nowhere!
- Pondering — Amazed
- The stepping back into reality after resetting my fuse and realizing the significance of many of the choices I’d made in that recent (and far) past.
- Wondering — Craze
- The struggling I did with myself over whether or not I’d made good choices
- Wandering — Maze
- I would get lost in my own thoughts and sometimes could not escape myself. It would be like the walls closing in.
- Listening — Beat
- I simply took a second to enjoy the music Border’s was playing
- Hoping — Reach
- My mind wanted someone to help me
- Praying — Seek
- Expanding on the former..a more spiritual cry for help.
- Delaying — Weak
- Recognition that I create my own Hell through procrastination, my biggest weakness.
- Straying — Lazy
- My inclination (at the time) to give up
- Crazy? — Crazy!
- Am I losing it? Through my own actions – yes.
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Progress!
The red station wagon after sitting many many weeks in the driveway has been moved to the mechanic’s to troubleshoot the transmission problem. After that, eradicating the mold and fugus that grew on the ungodly amount of food we left in the car. Every crumb has become a science experiment. I swear when I opened the door a french fry asked, “Are we there yet?” I am so disappointed in myself for allowing that to happen!
