Let's Go! Or Why Contractions are Dangerous.

Man, it's been another lifetime since I last wrote. Wait, need to find just the right writing music... & turn magic lamp on & get embibery set... okay, Dave Matthews Before These Crowded Streets a playin'. Okay for some Stoopid reason, the Dave is grating on my nerves, too romantic... Tried to go System of a Down and no CD inside, wonder where the hell that is? Okay going to rip The Bends, Radiohead, that will take the edge off.

Nice waxing gibbous out there. Here's a song for a beautiful night:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP94PlEtsEQ

Way big G angst, him worse than me so it makes it so hard to talk to him, exactly like when you observe a particle you change it, that whole nightmare; and yet it's impossible not to observe (feel). Ughhh... The story is that G's changing jobs and I got news yesterday that his ex is willing to relocate anywhere, their only criteria is it must be warm. There's some stuff here in the Valley so we'll see. They have nothing else to keep them here, and have already moved continents; last I heard he's looking at Colombia, best reference. Darn these global professional markets! (Of course, if it weren't global for people these days I never would have been able to check, "Do an Australian" off my things-to-do-before-I-die checklist right? Live and die by it.

Which reminds me, I better pay bills tonight or Peter and Paul are going to talk and I'll be living with 3 kids in a (barely) 4-seater Mustang convertible near someone's shed! Must avoid that. Way good news is that G & me have an intense focus on living now as much as possible and when we are together it is very sweet, a nice dream in reality. I let Spirit guide me, she know's the way (Spirit is my horse, I'll try to send a pic soon).

So the Top 1 Reason That Contractions are Dangerous

#1. Let's Go!
Slightly Stoopid, a silly-fun modern rappy cute group is coming in August. Me & G have been waiting and me surfing a tad to see when I could see them live, this is a G-band that is something I have held but never held onto until now, like know the lyrics now, and a year ago it was fun... so anyway, and they're coming with G-Love (dudes on the DMB cruise to near the Atlantis a couple years back). If the tour were a laser it would be set on stunning, baby! Way best ever, still looking for my shoes from the cruise...

Oh, so, contraction lesson: Let's Go! breaks down into, Let Us Go, and if the the other has no clue what state they'll be in when the show hits a few months out, then the US is essentially removed and you are left with Let Go.

That is my today.

I'll be there for sure, but all of us have agreed not to buy tickets early. Ever-- trying the keyboard upright rather than flat and silly, so used to texteing that my typing is so Off on symbols, anyone? Need some love. You're gonna see me cry thru another one I'm afraid.


Ok, nuf duh (as I would say to G)! nuf duh! for me, he is really good at telling me when to chill, and not "telling" more like a sweet reminder or soft voice to help. I need that so much right now, my biggest fear of losing the G., bra rattling now, it's him...

Hung up, had to push tears, don't want to admit it, that and pretty much can't, just bawling. I know that if you push me off the bed, I'll land on my feet, just sorry, a bit goozy, all I can do heart, probably reactive hormones with this bloody device, SHIT! i have none of the answers!

G called, he has a rollercoaster of things to tantilize my soul and sparkle my mind, the emotions can take the hit, as above. Just really like talking to him. I'm gonna try again to breathe now.

Everything is...

You All Know How I Love the Homeless and the CEO...

G. makes my cursor shake.

well, yeah REALITY is so much funnier than than the tabloids. "Mox finally finds a man who interests her, and he is ACTUALLY EMPLOYED! A long time veteran of cancer research, he helps people and lives science everyday; relatively stable, corporate, and cool too? No way!

Contrast dat wit dis. Scene: Sleeping with 5 kids in a 2-seater S2000 with a manual shifter up your ass! Well, at least I can enjoy from afar, just like the other thing I didn't mention, how I became bisexual yesterday. Oh man, once you give up on EXPECTATIONS the challenges to your reality (ha!) become absurd, at least they challenge me at that level: ultimate incomprehensible beauty paired with the ultimate incomprehensible frisbee-tossed knocks to the head - like what yo?!!

[Excerpt from kiddo dialogue now:] Big Sister is such a dick. cause she is really stuck up, oh! She won"t even let me get my toothbrush! She's pooping out herself, because she's poop. (that one had 4 teeth ripped outtada head today, yikes, she's cool tho). Nuf!

Get to see the G. perhaps tomorrow, he said "absolutely" so of course that means there's a slim chance, but we'll see...

He has 5 or 6 other rational girls who simply want to love him and take care of his children and they are much more qualified. And probably look sweet in the S2000 (one way and at least, half might balk at living in the shed for a few months tho).

What?

This is my reality.

If I am lucky I get to see my deep dark sparkly sky tomorrow in his eyes, hold him and hope not to fall over. Go only half the 102mph (take side streets) in the S2000, pretty fun thing, especially to lean against and kiss da G.

aahhhh, he's dreamy...

(yes even tonight you psycho!)

yikes, who conjured up this man for me?

He has this whole, "You probably think this song is about you, don't you, don't you, oh..." freaky thing with the blog. I think simply delusions of granduer. There's a probability, as Einstien will attest, or would have, that it could potententially not be about the G, all my garble.

Too fun, me done!

Mox Out

PS of duh day: If you have a BlackBerry and you're addicted, and you fall asleep while texting, DON'T hold it over your face in bed. Damn, that little Pearl hurts bouncing off your face at midnight, shit! I'm lucky it hit my hard ass head and didn't knock out the expensive (but ragged) smile. Grace and I always say that if you live thru a weekend without going "Margo Kidder" then you are cool (the Margo Kidder effect is being found naked and toothless sleeping under a bush. Granted, any one single factor does not qualify for a bad weekend).

Top 10 Reasons Not to Live on a Small Tropical Island...

Okay, this island thing needs some definition, otherwise you dreamers out there have your personal jets landing on the modified 737 strip (runway 21 or 3; 21 gets all the use right now, with 3 during the the monsoon major or even lately, funny getting some action, oh well) on the island, like no. This is a small island with a 1400sq. ft modified "hut" so as to be enough for ha! modern man to survive, cold running water in hut, toilet out back 30 yards away, no heat or cool system, no boats ever come here so everything has to be helicoptered in at exorbinant expense. AND you have limited funds (quit the "society" job to do this after all...). So, a bit REAL.

Like my tree.

REAL. Hmmm...

Okay,

TOP 10 Reasons Not to Live on a Small Tropical Island:

(in no order! that would take WAY too long to worry over so here goes...)

* NOTHING

* Tic Tacs

* Toilet Paper

* Tortillini Stir Fry

* Live Bands

* Family

* Lack of Family

* Holidays

* Sports Cars

* Lack of worry

My hardest ( I said hardest!) would be either lack of nothing or family, with a quick follow up of bands and sports cars. I was bored to tears on HI island Awahoo (whatever, the tee shirt haven) just little of value until we crossed the island at way windy point and met the REAL side of the island, had some so slow cool cold beach chill niceness, all gray and real. Back across mopuntain for dinner in bright tee-place, NO WAY!

Wait need to go get some veggies [that's code for "I know how to use a bracket"} or do I?

Okay, veggie-mited.

Did I mention how Austrailian G is? He so makes it so played down, like it's a bad thing to live the Crocodile Dundee lifestyle, trying to hide the accent... we all know G! He has some nice abs, like tight like a tiger, and a frilly crevat red velvet suit for interviewing, and for realz a kilt, seen the pics dudettes! Yes, this is no normal chill man... He has way fine thick dark hair all over his manstentions, droooooool, mi amigas. And when he walks around naked pretty much looks like one of those things from 3M that you can hang anything on the wall with. Sweet! Peel, stick, release when done; that's good...

He's just fun to observe from afar right this moment, we are both comfortable there. The blending will kill us both but the kids are so cute and eager, we'll see. And for clarity in Spirit's sense, we're talking bumping into each other at skatepark or hitting the zoo, that's how timid the G and me are, like WAY.

Okay, so I am going to see if I can get another song and then stash my cookies.

Looking for Sublime's Scarlet... Of course while sucking tea with creamer, nice!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYzCU_cmFHo

Oh seems not to be a hot link, sorry, just copy and paste to input line.

Oh G is a dreamy one, as much or more of an enigma than the rings of Saturn or even me! and so much silly "NO WAY! This is my life?!! Funny realization, holy cow, wow! Yuk, good, wait, yikes, cool," about life, way nice...

Okay, listen to the song, it is pretty...

Smoooches y'all

Mox

Nothing

G pissed me off.

I drove 80mph on 101 topless and Sublime and felt better in 10 minutes, we're back cool, for now. more b-low.

So my pseudo-non-poetic friends, what do you have? Me me a need a some of da pretty feedback from da youz... mucho smileze from the Mox...

Boyfriend tossed me loopy tonight, just as well, yet hit me hard. Me a no see the G tonight. K, tho our talk still has me walkin' on the moon. He's a sweety, nut job, but what else would I like? Too busy, major kid & work stuff. It all planes out at 4 years, he has a couple years and bumps ahead. Too much fun for me not to watch! Just a smidge involved I'd say. Not enuf to eliminate any bumping, yet perhaps enuf to tackle the top of the tips and take a bit of the edge off of loving.

It's hard (yes, i said hard). People that I talk with are so afraid of loving, the feeling and the word! Why should you fear? What is the scare? OMG! Someone might not RECIPROCATE! Oh, the horror! Oh the Steven King nightmare of a giant clown or spider in your room.... uugghhh!!!!

Live. Feel. Real. Okay, had the buzz on "passion" as the marketingf term which has come to fruition. Next?


REAL


Watch for it! Will take ~2years to permeate, and be as prevolent as the "passion" blooming today, but please notice...

Shizzle my nizzle! Extra yum on the G-izzle. Oh me me a fine in the here now, shiz...

I may be too posing! even tho so not! Watched the stupid Streets of Malibu today, don't want to think that my whiteness is such a hassle for the sweet reggae culture... Oh the humanity!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEpeLwR_Tl8

Oh yeah!

Okay, me and G were nearly done today. I am having some trouble with the "impossible relationship" we may have to redefine our agreement (which now is pretty much 4 hours once a week to be together, at last minute, and who knows where or when, and can be canceled that day.) We both thought that we had Sundays but when a Friday opens you grab it and run... and tjat makes Sunday not happen. Yikes! We never an open place to sleep together, EVER! both have a million kids at home and sports cars!

We joked about buying an old hippy van, but where would we park it?!! I am struggling with the impossible terms, don't want much change, no major interaction of his million kids and my half million but shit, Collie Man back on and 16-year old screaming, probably she saw a fly in the kitchen...

All is quite good! G likes me, and he is quite adaquate for my my immediate needs. ;)

Smooches bitches!

Sublime & Alone

Sometimes you simply have to move thru time on your own. Never really sure why, perhaps you bring the learnings of the other side of the mountain back to the small villiage. I need [to learn] more.

Anybody ever see Simply Stoopid live? Man, that's got some magic... and they don't even know really. As much as Incubus really pulls/forces the influence, Stoopid just drags it like a bunch of magnetic mines, quite simple really, with a permanent quirky smile, as they seem to me. I love that shit. I love any post-40 that has the perma-smily bouncy eye sparkle. Oh, and yes, there are more of us than you would guess, at least 4!

OMG! I planted a tree today, first myself ever. It is a pretty bottle brush twinkly thing that is just so cool, we bonded immediately in 50F weather this morning, the habitat for humnanity fell thru 'cause of rain, so! popped the top and tossed the 9-foot perky-one in the 'Stang. Left it there until about 1pm however, WAY cold today, eh?

So Stoopid! I have the live thing on now, time to turn it off; way tired, so night, night.

smooches, y'all!

Mox

Time Since Thinking

Hey Gang-

Oh, you never want this! I have debated about mentioning it but it is so important to my life as to be absolutely impossible not to share. The gyno spent about a half hour SWEARING at my crotch on Tuesday; NEVER, never! a good thing. All I needed was an iud placement, simple right? She lost it for a couple of reasons, and while she tortured me, I was both just like, "Nothing and nobody told me!," Yet the whole (i said hole) thing does the trick. Takes care of the G-Factor (him 5 kids, me 3 that I'll admit to and our mutual "allergy" towards latex). And no, NO PICTURES, sick puppies!

Almost everything else happened today; like most everything, so it will take some time to sort it all out. :) At least until tomorrow night. Might get to smell the G.

What is "high tea"? Some lady's and I might have some with some marvelous hors-de-ovres

Me up later than G! Yes, I rock! He such a sleepyhead!

The Best Thing About Being Human is...

...you get to put up a title like that and then just ramble about your day!

So, I have two points today to touch on, or more likely, knowing me, it will end up being 2.14159 points, in a kind of reasonable rambling (I know that's gratious!)

The first topic is:

What A Vacuum Cleaner Teaches (modern Zen, ca. 2007):

I have been thru a lot with vacuums, as you know, yet I must say that I am kinda really starting to bond with the old HOOVER 12 amp WindTunnel. We have been together for more than 3 years; past broken belts, suckless days, and rigging of the undercarriage. I know I ask a lot, sucking up pennies and "oh shit!" earrings, yet the thing, not quite a beauty, responds to me. Remove & replace the belts & bags, dare it to go outside and suck water... but it let"s me know when too much is too much, and I'm down with that. We now have a wonderful balance of expectation and performance; and we both are way cool with the results.


A possible second topic is:

What the Hell Is That First Topic REALLY Saying?

As happy as I am to report this, it is as sad as happy: I mean it literally! Had to deal with the vac today, seems the kids had a sleepover this past weekend & vacuumed a bunch of water and the thing smelled like a dead sea animal (that's the report I am getting). Now, granted, I have had my share of dead sea animals in the car or on the roof of the Explorer (remember Goldie? we were not sure if animal or vegetable but it was dead in San Diego and came home with us strapped to the luggage rack. Actually made it through 3 car washes (like 6 - 8 weeks) and we did discover/research and found out it was a "vegetable" technically.), the giant suction cup thing was beach bliss tho...

So the last possible iota of reasonable convo... ughh! reasonable, me so silly!

But topic 0.14159:

I was Stoopid, then went Sublime, and now back Stoopid, what the hell does that mean? It's all really fun. Have you noticed all the geezers driving hot convertibles? Guilty! Except mine's not quite hot enuf yet, relatively. So I can skate :)

Ok, a me & G. update, he writes his G's so nice, me me a try but a copy dem for da science write ting, Anyone out there know "Collie Man by the dudes? reminds me of my Dad. Ughhh! oh well, you never really know why you are supposed to learn what you learn, and the G. is bringing some way fun dif stuff to learn. Need to go see Slightly Stoopid and play frisbee golf, or skate; i'm just happy cruisin' and eating, now that I know that he does that! Ha! Me thinky my skates a way gone by now, but not afraid to pick up a pair and tool (slow and twirly).

Oh, I should so read these before publish, so hard. Give me an hour...

Okay, not gonna happen...




"Sunny Hours" LBDA with Wil-i-am.

Well I've strolled across some dance floorsfilled with girls all dressed in redPulled my foot from my mouth answered back to things I've saidWandered through the valley of the shadow of the deadStumbled round this old sundial, there these words I readI've only count the sunny hours, brightest hours of dayI never count the gloomy hours, I let them slip awayAnd I realize I'm away"Come on"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI'm alright y'all, I'm alright y'allYou wanna be alright you gotta walk tall"Come on""Step up"..............
Well I woke up in too many beds with girls I didn't knowI've seen lots of brothers act tough,and I've watched them come and goAnd tell me why I'm not dead with them in the valley down belowI give thanks everyday for these words that save my soulI only count the sunny hours, the brightest hours of dayI never count the gloomy hours, I let them slip away(Don't slip away yo)And I realize I'm away"Come on"
Its like the wise man said,"Relax yourselfWhen its moving too fast you set ya downWhen the going gets tough then get to goingIf you really wanna speak than make the soundKeep your eyes on the prize and realizeThat the struggles gonna come in all shapes and sizeBut you gotta stay strong, don't let your knees buckleGotta keep the hustle, keep hustling"Do it, Do it, Do itLet the lovin', let the lovin' come back to meBring it, bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it back to me...................
Long Beach Dub Allstars, Black Eyed Peas, Will I AmI'm alright y'all, alright y'allYou wanna be alright you gotta walk tallWhen the going get tough, the tough get going and I'm out...

OMG! it's like dinner time and you KNOW Galaxy Quest is firing up.

So cool, Moxie out!

Tired as anything, and always looking forward to the G. forces...

102 mph on the Off Ramp

Aaahhh...








Jimmy say's it all too well. [Another song but still love it! "No tears, no fears, no ruined years, no clocks."]








I have not much to say, so well sated. Me & G. FINALLY ate food, way uneventful, he eats like he aproaches most everything else, scientific, matter of fact, and just like a happy camper (loose & cool & adaptable). Oh Gosh... have I mentioned his eyes yet? perhaps I've had an inkling :) but those things are deeper than skys and oceans and just way blue like the night, but a very starry night.





Turns out that Austrailians will eat casedieas?? if recommended by the waiter. That's what he had, those yummy things with chicken and cheese and salsa. I had the chicken strips, but they are WAY like a dinner 'cause I ate them with my fork. He used a fork too sometimes. All I could see today was his eyes. Find your old Doors album and this is what I saw in his eyes, The Alabama Song, Next Whiskey Bar. He is way too cute!!! Knows exactly what I need, what a wack job that is eh?

So here is his car pretty much, his is silver (or more likely Desert Sunset Steel). First time I saw it, I thought it was a white old Honda thing, but i have warmed up to the thing. It does scream "tickets" but that is the door that he will have to open and... take a chance with us.

Ever closer is the end and yet ever more wanting and working to live, I am. (Thanks, Yoda) Smelling the pines calling nearly daily, the rain a bitchy teaser of delicious wattery sleep. near a firewood stove, a stream calls...

Oh, getting cryptic as the B says, yet what else can you do? I am running the Doors! Back happy, love me two times...

I am again today happy that all my peeps are feeling good and thinking that G. might just call. Did I mention how people are strange? and how he fits that to no end! Are the Doors from Austrailia? They seem a bit like the G. Maybe it's the rain and tea & all...

Smooches, y'all

The Doors Light My Fire

The Doors on there controversal Ed Sullivan apperance.

Hey Gang!

Man, I tell ya, you watch some TV and you're sure you're gonna end up with a tumor or at least some priest raping you; television can be tough. I do like House for some sick reason, he reminds me of me, yikes! Okay gotta turn this stuff off and get Stoopid again, helps keep me happy :) ...for realz. A scholar once told me that it was the "reggaeliciousness" of the thing that keeps you happy.

I trust that theory.

So, once again The Tip of the Day!

An oldy, but excellent tip:

When in a hurry to get ready for a house party and you're out doing the yard and the kitchen looks pretty good except for the floor, AVOID THIS! I opened up the door at the end of our long kitchen and quasi-reasonably thought, "I'll just blow this shit right out the door." So I took the gas-powered leaf blower (mega-watt I'm sure knowing my ExII), and blew the floor. All the dander, dust and leaves tracked in, did just as expected and blew out the door, however, you will never imagine how much dusty greasy gunk is under the fridge and stove and counters... Blew all the yucky, dusty, old crap up onto the walls AND STUCK! Ten times the cleaning, yet quite funny party with furry walls (okay, I really cleaned it off and the goers never knew).

Okay, so the pic says it all, I am no longer afraid of trying to enjoy the pink while balancing, say what, reality? tea at night? some alternate to major medication? Wait... need some tea with cream, or better yet, "a spot of milk." :)

Tea is delicious, tastes like dirt and a tree, with a doe-eyed cow glancing. But must say I was a tad confused at the paasta sucking that G. referred to when I told him that all the coworkers INSISTED that we go eat food at the Italian place rather than the culinary festival. What the hell is paasta? And why do we have to suck it? I suppose I am WAY too American and he too Austrailian but still, isn't spaghetti, spaghetti? And I don't even think of eating spaghetti with a firsttime diner friend, unless I get a lot of dares and maybe some cash to support that reality. Donations can be sent directly to my paypal account :)

So! The only thing left to say is that officially this is our second date, 'cause that is the date when people eat food! G has a slightly different perspective and calls it our Pi date, some reference to somehow past the 3rd date, say 3.14159 date, as best as I recall, and it WAY is...

Secluded Desert Island for the Stoopid

Is it bad to lift things you really like?

Like this:

http://www.webwire.com/ViewPressRel.asp?aId=31798


My brain is screwed, I can physically feel it changing: discipline, with a side of Christmas morning thrown in; how can each new day be simply amazing for the fact that it IS and I AM? I wake up and rub my body all thankful for the new day, and it pays me back in a way good way, just a respect for the "temple" that I have never ever appreciated until the budding now. I have much to learn.

Have I dropped this yet? Me & G. STILL haven't had more than tic tacs & kisses, this is like 2 days after the blog sent out earlier today 'cause I forgot to send the draft until today, oh well...

Oh the torture! I have drawn the line, we eat in next 2 weeks or... or... well, not really sure it's like that, more just, "hey! let's do this, k?" All smiles from this end; he's not simply the most funny guy I have ever known, yet a sweety too. Robin Williams is my HERO! Brilliant, funny, short & hairy, what more could a girl ask for?

Okay, okay, for whatever reason, probably like him for the stoopid car only at this point, I'll admit that the 9K shifter has me going a tad. He has not a Kompressor but an S2000 Honda 2 seater convertible, nice... He seems to care, jabbers on about nothing mostly, work maybe, I just glaze over and nod, feels good to hear his voice and look at the fire burning on the barbeque. He feels the same about me, pretty sure...

Ok, kids snoozing, might be close to G-time, HA! Time, silly, silly! Anyone have a remote island up for sale? I'm thinking about pilot"s lessons again.

Mox Smooches,

D.

And

Thanks Kermit for the following realization on Life:


(A discussion between Monks, in my opinion)





What is your purpose in life? To see with a clear eye.
> What is the rationale behind our life? Trick question. There is none.
> Why do we live in this life? Our parents had sex.
> These questions frequently intrigue people who try to find accurate answers. The young monk said that he wanted to be enlightened more than anything. The old master calmly continued to stare straight ahead. When the young monk's attention wandered, the old master grabbed the back of his neck and shoved his face into the water cistern nearby. The young one struggled frantically, but he was no match for the old man. Just when he thought he would die, the old man released him. The monk collapsed on his knees, coughing up water and gasping for air. "When you want enlightenment as much as you want air, you will be ready to study Zen", said the master.

Enough is Enough

Has anyone actually encountered a Phlat Ball? Ours is the XT model and like WOW! It is basically a frisbee that turns into a ball after 3 seconds; 6-7" in diameter the thing is swift, tight, and fun beyond belief. Even the the coloration is right on. Try this trick to impress friends and family (straight from the commercial): have the kiddo flatten the device and toss onto the roof with all of the parents full attention, wait 3 seconds, pop! it turns into a ball and rolls right off, much to the delight of every broom-dragging, roof-climbing, ladder-swearing adult within eyeshot. The best toy I have ever seen actualized since the slinky. Oprah should give them away this holiday.

So, the sad, well not really so much sad as it is just real, is that me and G. have STILL never eaten more than a tic tac together! Can you believe it? He had to cancel lunch on Wednesday for scientific reasons, that, as he explained, involved people being people on the job. Can't argue that, my people are so comfortable being themselves lately that I personally just love them all. Even when they make you go hmmm?

I seem to have become comfortable, no real reason, yet calmer. G. & Me are doing the best that we can. The lightening bolt above is striking water and that is how we meet: occasionally, intensely, and beautifully. And he's so funny and silly and delicious! I am a strong believer in that the definition of a "relationship" can only be defined by the engaged parties. That is very powerful, and transcends any modern (archaic!) traditions or relations in my opinion. OK, nuf about him & me!

What is the low down for dance classes for an old woman HIP HOP! wanna be? Had a smidge of jazz as a thirty-something, so floor work known, but what are the real challenges, how should I exercize the body, mind & soul for this (i'd try to spell jonrha, but way off...). Like suggested music to feel the rythm and get into it?

I'm bored writing this, so you're bored reading, if you are awake still. Reads like a Steven King novel. "...and the spider turns into a horrible laughing clown."

Holy Cow! I think I wrote this a day or two ago. Oh, well, it looks long so likely has a meer pittance of knowledge within...

Enjoy?

Hopeful Mox

Skizzle & Boom!

Don't believe it's a schizzle, but more of a skizzle, where you put your stuff up. Anyone know?

Just can't help myself to write again. Just got off with G. and need to channel the energy. I need a mint, got just the H2O (no tea, keepa me awake-a, and a no no a good fo sleepin'). Ok, sleep soonage.

Yeah, way Stoopid! Just like the beat, you know? So nice. This dude is revved at the same as the car, shifts at 9K. Fun, fun, fun. We're both anchored at the base, keeping it on 2 wheels. I am pretty much the water tank that is left standing relatively in tact at the end of the firestorm. Anyone know if the "Hollywood" sign made it thru the fire recently?

Ahhh... nice snuggly sleep again tonight. Under quota tonight, always a good thing. :)

Smooches All, hearts out to ya!
Mox

Feast of Famine?

It's official! Me and G. have eating on the schedule! Lunch tomorrow at a small place in town and then maybe again even Sunday night, Easter. Wow! This is where I get to check him out and make sure he is nice to the staff and if he freaks when his food touches, or, and I will die, if he picks his teeth at the table, we're done. Knowing that he reads this is extra fun 'cause he gets a heads up. ....................................................Oh my delight!!!





I've included a picture of what I believe the Australian's eat, just a guess...

Okay let's get busy. Oh wait, mount photo first... Okay, done, turned out this time. Ahhh time, don't get me started!

Let's see what came up today... I like to call this part of what happens, The In-Between, sort of the spirit connex we all have, I am always simply f'ing amazed at what other people do out there in this reality. Inspirational shit!

http://space.newscientist.com/article/dn11523-superconductors-inspire-quantum-test-for-dark-energy.html

Okay so dark matter (or what I concider the larger essesnse of everything! that we feel, and know but is absolutely a conversation to bounce words around all night on, and never know. Until one day you have the answer and it is always funny, people laugh when they know it I have found, but you are not ALLOWED to remember it. And if you do for any reason remember, the "people" will beat you back into buying consumer goods, 'cause that is good for our society. I am way making the watch list tonight, eh? So funny. [Johnny, run a search on people who say "eh"] Okay, so I'm not really all that, but I did subscribe to the magazine Soviet Life in the early 80's. Me me such a radical! ;o

Okay, maybe too much for now, didn't even get in the Tip today, damn, I'll keep working it and let you know when things are happening.

HOLY CRAP! My ex (that I share The Littles with) is looking to marry in next couple months! They met the same time as me & G., tad scared about that. She seems way cool so optimistic, haven't met her tho, so not really sure, except for the dark matter, why I like her. Damn, that's a hard sentence to read, ugh!

Another why to right,
and move on,
feel and move on,
love and move on,
flow and live,
feel and be.

Happy as paws, in every
situo that catches us daily
lookin for 'cause
actin' like fools
makin' for drools

Nice to know a man with tools,
playing by the rules,
kinda like my skools,
holding tight my jewels.

Done. Closer to the Sun on. Yep, way gone Stoopid, so pretty.

Simply Mox

Tip of the Day...

Hey Gang!

Awe... all warm & fuzzy, I might have more than 1/2 a reader! (per week, that's pretty good!) Don't want anyone to think that I have gone soft since opening the blog to my Mom so I'll have to be extra wretched for the next two weeks to bump her ass right off the thing. Could go the boring route but WAY too unlike me, or maybe just simply impossible for me at this point, so she'll just have to deal.

Still trying to figure out the interactive aspect of this thing. Still seems that I just purge and anyone who has a billion brain cells more than me can't help but wait for the train to crash, sums it up nicely, eh?

So had some reason to look up Harrison Ford, Robin Williams and Woody Harrelson today at work and found that yes, they are either Leo or Crabs, just like Sweet G. & Me, awe... I think I started out on a point there but lost it somewhere, perhaps if we go into the next NEW AND EXCITING FEATURE of this blog, The Tip of the Day, then maybe we will address the issue.

First, let me try to see if adding video is even possible, craop, where is some video I can lift? youtube? I'll try, back in a sec, I know just the one I want. Try This, a delightful work of art, truely, we lovin' It around this schizzle. If no worky goto: youtube.com and search McDonald's Rap, sweet!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLn45-7Pn2Y

A shits and giggles here. Oh man, you guys missed a major breakup for me & G. this weekend, ughhh! which leads us to the:

TIP OF THE DAY!
(Or a Way to Avoid A Monkish Mess)

Okay, back to normal. Did I say normal? I am in a silly mood. Okay anyway, Tip of the day: Don't ever tell a guy that you have never eaten anything with that you will have his baby this year. What can I say? My mistake. We should have had at least a carrot stick or pretzle or something by now, no?

Okay some big import that I am hoping for, uuuummm, i said import...

oh yeah, a pic of the food me eats. Can't seem to pull off the pics as well as should be easy. Do people have same trouble on myspace? or is it my growing savvy that rock my world? At least...

wear protection, only pic I could access, so deal, oh and give me nerve, All. so happy to, well, you know, finally be just me.

damn can't do anything right now. Boy, boy! Boy, boy! Time to call my G!

Smooches and love you all,

Debs











And, always know, I never, way rarely, check back for spelling, facts, reality within my writings, completely opinion of a [as I define myself here] person of planet Earth. That's great, eh?