Monday High
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Posted:Mar 9, 2015 9:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2015 5:44 pm
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Wow!!
Today was the Friday I should have had last week. Work went smoothly, no crisis to deal with. Just... calm, uneventful work. and lots of it. And I was out the door at 3pm which almost never happens, no matter how hard I try, and all the promises I make myself.
Then I met one of my VisionPersonals.com friends and blog readers for dinner. We've been chatting a few months but never met till today. It was awesome! Even though strictly platonic (he has a hot, sexy gf) he brought me a rose, surprised me with a fancy restaurant (Plan A ended up being closed on Mondays)... and "loaned" me a djembe so I can drum until I get one. He didn't know I'd just purchased one which should arrive next week... but yay! Drum!!
It's also beautiful weather outside. We walked along the river after dinner.
I then came home to find a gift from another not-so-platonic friend in the mail AND the new phone I just ordered.
On top of all that... my hormones kicked in and I'm wild-cat frisky. And pounding on a drum.
I suck... but I'm enthusiastic. And I'm having fun. And my neighbors will all soon hate me for sure LOL. (OK... I have a laundry room on one side of me and the neighbor on the other side is at work).
I'm on a total high right now LOL.
Anyhow... Here's the djembe and a photo from my walk 
Note: I only have 2 pics: not sure why the djembe is showing up twice. Though... too many beats the site eating them!
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The Painting on the Wall
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Posted:Mar 7, 2015 10:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2015 9:22 pm
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Literally. The painting on my wall.
When I was about 12 years old this painting showed up in the hallway across from my bedroom at dad's house. I was crazy... so that in itself was reason for me to love it. But the wild brush strokes and how "messy" it was but the violent strokes flowed into this gorgeous painting... I would literally stand in my bedroom doorway for hours just looking at it.
OK... I admit I never timed it. May not have been "hours" at one time.
Fast forward almost 15 years later:
I was visiting dad at a newer home he'd moved to. And after years of standing and gazing at the painting above his mantle every time I visited I finally said it:
"I love that painting"
His reply: "Well, I should sure hope so! Since it's yours"
Um... what?
"I bought it for you. Why'd you think it hung outside your bedroom? I've been waiting all these years for you to get your own place large enough so you could take it home and get it out of here".
I've been happily gazing at this painting in my own apartment for 10 years now.
Thanks, seeingalt23 for your post Living with a Piece of ART ... and the request for my blog I'm gladly sharing.
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Almost Friday!
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Posted:Mar 5, 2015 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2015 4:57 pm
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I'm caving tomorrow.
Buying a doumbek I'm not 100% in love/lust with... but I like okay enough. A blank canvas... shiny black... Opportunities for future airbrushing and customizing. And I'll finally get to PLAY. Unless I find one in a local store I like better. Crossing fingers. Though I'm still hoping, wishing, dreaming and lusting after my maroon one.
I now own Urban Tantra  Yay! So happy about that.
I just love the warm, orange color of the cover....
Quote!
"If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance.
Or better, one's chances of survival increases with each
book one reads." -- Sherman Alexie
And just a random life complaint:
This is not what my boobs are for, cat!!
(This is neither me nor my cat... but I just had to shove her off my chest for the 3rd time tonight)
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Untitled
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Posted:Mar 4, 2015 11:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2015 9:18 pm
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The more I learn about love...
The more I want my doumbek.
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Just leave me alone and let me sit in the solitude of my apartment... or the depths of the wood... just listening to the sound of the drum beat rolling over, around and through me.
Get the right cadence... mesmerizing, soothing, pulling me into a near meditative trance...
Leave me alone, in my solitary world. Neither hurting nor being hurt. The drum beat overriding the longings of another nature.
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Of course... this is me. My world. And... my luck...
My solitary trance will barely be started when the beat will change... hips will move.. and next I know I'm dancing in circles and crying with the passion of the music and my soul and my heart bursts for love.
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Essentially I'm just confused. I think I hurt somebody I deeply care for and am quite interested in. And since I over think things and tend to think too much and worry... meh. whatever.
I think I'm going to put a CD of rhythmic, even toned drumming in and sleep to that. Or Native American flute music... I actually own one of those CD's.
Goodnight Blogville
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Read me Poetry
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Posted:Mar 2, 2015 9:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2015 9:48 pm
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"Read me your poetry" I plead... "I want to hear your words, not just read them on paper"
"Alright" you agree, as you pull me close.
Kissing my ear, you whispers your first words:
"...through darkness and shadow..." a warm breath against my ear
"on wings of light you flew.." a nibble against my neck...
...and slowly your poem emerges, word by word, leading the way for every kiss, every caress... punctuated by my moans and gasps as your poem leads down to the depths, to the fire, to impassioned screams as the keys unlock the chains and the doors thrown open.
A poem of light and shadow, love, lust... despair and redemption... spelled out by your tongue, whispered by your lips, wrapping around and through me until my body becomes your poem... and you the infinite creator lifting me from the depths of your soul to shatter in the light.
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Melancholia
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Posted:Mar 1, 2015 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2015 7:18 pm
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So... my Sunday Funk just hit. I took Friday off giving myself a 3 day weekend. That was great. But maybe 3 days off work is too much.
Finally got my sofa moved today. The melancholy hit after that. Does Feng Shui say something about not facing the sofa North? Maybe the direction did it. Or "potential relationship" stress. Or random loneliness which also hit. Or the cold. Maybe I need more clothes on. Or food. Haven't eaten since brunch.
It may also be the 80s music I'm listening to on Pandora.
Maybe it's time for another Shakira Dance Party.
A dear friend told me "you should never feel sad because so many people love you". But... people loving me from afar doesn't help the ache of loneliness and not having warm, loving arms around to snuggle into.
Yeah... I'm blogging to whine and for something to do.
At the moment "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak is playing. It may not be the underlying issue but the music sure doesn't help any.
Oh!! Small Happiness... turns out I'm Super Woman The sofa I've been unable to budge on my own, and arranged for my brother and a friend to come move... but one reason or another we kept having to reschedule. My brother was coming over tonight to help move it. I was all prepared to go grab a neighbor to help and then... I freaking moved it all on my own. My brother showed up 2 minutes after I finished. So... no sofa moving assistance. However he did make a few more suggestions for "what to do with the rest of my furniture". Including putting my sofa right back where I had it.... I'll take it all into consideration.
Hope everybody is having a wonderful weekend and relaxing Sunday evening.
*HUGS*
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Be yourself.
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Posted:Feb 28, 2015 11:54 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2015 9:11 pm
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Be Weird. Be Random. Be Who You Are. Because You Never Know Who Would Love The Person You Hide. - The Loving Dom -
ChristineOnlyOne has this as her signature. The Loving Dom is apparently on FB. Reading this came at the perfect moment today.
Always good to have the reminder to just be yourself. But right around the moment I saw this... somebody told me how much he loved the randomness of my brain. I'm not sure I'm super random but... I did jump from a discussion about relationships to how fun it would be to have a steel drum in place of a doorbell. After he calmed down from laughing his ass off at me... he pointed out how loud they are and it would disturb all the neighbors for blocks.
Apparently I'm the only person that plays those things soft and delicate like so the music tinkles out ethereally and meditatively.
Anyhow... just a reminder. Be Yourself. Live, Laugh, Love.
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RIP Leonard Nimoy
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Posted:Feb 27, 2015 11:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2015 12:46 am
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Shit. 
Yep... bad words from me. I got blindsided by the news in the VisionPersonals.com blogs. Hadn't looked at facebook yet.
He's been on my "celebrity crush" list since at least age 18. Even in his 80s I crushed on him.
Yes: I loved his character as Spock. But I also admired his artwork and philosophy. At least the little that I knew about.
THE FULL BODY PROJECT BY LEONARD NIMOY
So... RIP Leonard Nimoy.
and I'm off to cry a bit and get on with my day.
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Hump Day Ramble
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Posted:Feb 25, 2015 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2015 8:46 pm
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Today was a tough day to get through. New has us all stressing out... today was the first day this week I was actually able to work on "my job" (my "main" job) .. and about 1pm I got sucked back into the new thing.
I didn't eat lunch. Worked right on through the bad hunger pangs then forgot the fact I hadn't eaten. And then the stress kept me from remembering I hadn't eaten. Which of course meant I held onto the stress... then got depressed and ... downward spiral.
I totally forgot my mantra: "Eat. Rest. Be well of Heart. Breathe"
Exactly why it's there in the first place. Head hurts? Emotions wonky? When did I eat last? Did I get enough sleep? (I never really get enough sleep.) Usually one, or both, are at fault. If both were covered and I'm still emotional: Just take deep breaths and calm down... trust the Universe will fix it. Very seldom is it anything that needs action.
Tonight I flopped on a friend's sofa so I could be depressed in company and ate while I was there... then it clicked. "I just realized I forgot to eat anything after 8am"
Feels dumb that I forgot. Turns out today was 30% hunger, 70% sheer exhaustion. And toss dehydration in as well... I did have water at my desk but... yeah. I was busy. 
I'm working very little overtime this week and angling for Friday off... wish me luck!
A funny sign I read at a shop this afternoon:
"Happier than a camel on hump day!"
My favorite chocolate of the last 5 years or so (rare to find) has been usurped by a NEW favorite (actually a tie for first place) between two even more rare chocolates. My snobbish gourmet chocolate taste buds make it difficult to be a chocoholic.
Firecracker by Chuao Chocolatier...
Sea salt, a dash of chipotle and popping candy crackle in dark chocolate.
I call it my "Happy Chocolate". Dark chocolate, and the chipotle slowly warms your mouth (but doesn't burn), and a few seconds in the popping candle crackle starts up. The first piece I had the other night made me start laughing. So I bought more and gave a piece to my neighbor and she started laughing too. Tomorrow I find out if coworkers react the same. From the website: "Silky dark chocolate sizzles with a dash of chipotle and a sprinkling of sea salt until… SURPRISE! Popping candy explodes and starts a party in your mouth. The Firecracker ChocoPod. Welcome to the wild side of chocolate." - It really is a party in your mouth.
My other tie-in for first place: Spicy Maya. From the website "A warm cinnamon embrace, velvety chocolate, and an infusion of cayenne and pasilla chile with just enough heat to melt your heart. The Spicy Maya ChocoPod is the perfect mix of sweet and seductive."
Also: If you're ever in an ice cream shop and see "Dark Chocolate Tangerine" Trust me. Try it. Sadly it's not something the chocolate shop normally carries.
So... for the sake of sharing: Do you like chocolate and, if so, what is your favorite?
Hope everyone has a great rest of the week! And no stressing... I've done enough this week for ALL of us. And normally I sail calmly through high-stress and chaos situations. Rather "stressing like everybody else but hides it EXTREMELY well". Ah well... everybody is allowed an "off day" now and then.
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Archers? - a Question
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Posted:Feb 23, 2015 10:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2015 8:59 pm
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I'm not sure how many men (or women) are into archery on this site, either hunting or target shooting, but... those that are:
How do *YOU* store your bows? And do you shoot recurve, compound, long-bow?
I presently own 3 recurves and a compound. The compound is easy enough, it has it's own carry case. And once it's warm enough that I can head out to try it ... I might decide to sell it to my brother (depends if the weight is adjustable as claimed or not). But I've always just leaned mine in a corner due to no proper place to put them.
Do you store them horizontally? vertically? Strung, unstrung?
I found a cute, slightly artsy (but not very), wall hanging coat rack online which I think will work perfectly for hanging them unstrung, vertically. Just wondering what others might do for storage.
Some of the bow racks out there get crazy elaborate and I don't need one to hold arrows (that's what the quiver's for) and I don't need one to hold 6 - 12 bows as I'm a bit limited on space. Just something nice, simple, low-space, get's the job done.
And no, I do not hunt. Just target archery. Though my mom has been hounding me for years to get my archery hunting license so she can have venison. Her and ex husband don't share.
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Catching Creativity
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Posted:Feb 23, 2015 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2015 8:58 pm
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Sometimes... a computer just isn't good enough.
I need paper! Pencils! Not pens... not plastic barreled pencils with refillable lead. Old fashioned, wooden, wear down the lead and have to sharpen them, the erasers are never big enough, pencils.
There is a blog post which has been traversing my brain for months (OK: a few of them). But one in particular... it always hits me exactly what I want to write while I'm driving but by the time I get home and sit down at the computer... I can't really say "vanished" as I know it's still there... but that busy little topic has passed my work desk in the front of my brain and moved deep in the back back to the dusty files section and is just too fast for me to catch up.
Actually, now that I think of it, I need to go make friends with the person living across the street from a particular gas station so I can sit on their property to write. It seems it's always that corner where my thoughts (on this topic) are most clear.
Life. Reincarnation. Spirit. Souls. Cats and their 9 lives. I swear it will be an amazing thing to read if ever I can catch up with it. Maybe I need rope... hogtie the creative blurb as it rushes by. But as surely we all know... hogtying creativity just makes it kick, fight, or mope in silence... but it will give up nothing.
Hope everybody is having a wonderful Monday!
Me? Me... I'm having chocolate. Because... Monday.
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Warning Signs
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Posted:Feb 21, 2015 11:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2015 10:12 pm
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Storm Magic.
It reminds me of growing up. The warning signs when a storm is coming in. Not just any storm, but the late summer storms after weeks of high heat. The summer heat tickles my nose as I breathe, sun burning on my back. Standing outside… wishing the rain would come and cool it off a few degrees. Then, subtly, everything changes.
Now, I feel the gathering energy in the air, my skin begins to tingle and all the little hairs along my arms stand on end. The wind picks up… the sky is still blue and it’s still hot… but I can feel the storm coming. It feels to be a big one. With luck there will be rain with it and not just lightening.
This is the time to run and grab all the clothes off the line. Pull in anything that might blow away or be ruined in the rain. Soon the clouds are rolling in, and it’s getting darker. This is the time to dig out the popcorn and put the chairs on the porch… we loved storms growing up. Nature’s TV. Taking a deep breath, I can now smell the hint of rain blowing in on the breeze.
The other thing I loved growing up was running around in the rain. Dancing, splashing in puddles, laughing. Warm, late summer, afternoon showers are best, but evening and late night storms are fun too.
But I’m an adult now….
Knowing the storm will hit soon I get everything storm-ready, setting the candles, oil lamps and matches close by in case the power goes out, and place a few extra blankets in the living room. I hurry and pop some popcorn “just in case.”
By now my skin is nearly screaming from the tension in the air… the clouds have come in: angry, dark. The wind is blowing but no rain yet. Please, oh please, let the rain fall this time!! There’s nothing worse than the disappointment of rain overhead but passing us by to fall in Montana (but leaving a few wildfires behind) and knowing the 95+ degree weather will continue unabated.
Suddenly, a clap of thunder… it shakes the house, and rattles the heart. It also, blessedly, bursts the storm cloud.
Stepping outside to see why I’ve not come in you find me standing on the porch, face lifted to the skies. Walking up behind me, running your hands down my shoulders, I turn… but before you can say a word, I pull you down for a kiss. The storm energy is still riding my skin, and I want to dance…
The kiss was possibly a mistake.
Smiling mischievously at you, I say “Come on!” and start pulling your shirt off. Giggling, I pull mine off as well… and quickly proceed to strip down to bare feet.
Smiling and kissing you again, I rush off the porch and out into the rain… bemused, you follow, laughing as I twirl in the yard… arms spread, face lifted to the falling water, laughing.
Giving in to the joy and fun of the moment I tease you… kissing, caressing, tantalizing then running just out of reach. Playing until you finally catch me… a kiss, wet skin sliding against wet skin, a tremble… a whisper, a moan as a new energy takes over….
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