NEXT: On To Moonbows...

Once you've seen a triple regular rainbow, that some say doesn't exist!

Amazed to say that I am becoming conditioned to the extraordinary, for better or worse, eh? The first time I had this happen was in Yellowstone, the ground is hot! Like in the parking lot there are steam holes where the EARTH forces out her breath, way cool. After a week there it was like, "Oh, another beautiful cascade, let's take a peek and move on." Way weird.

How can one get conditioned to beauty?

The sunsets and moonrises always amaze me here, every time. And reminds me of the Marketing coming term of Elevation. (Remember that we have been "passionate" for a while now, "elevation" I believe is the next big wave, suppose we'll see.)



On another note:

I don't understand guys. At least the ones I have met lately. It was so easy to just hang and talk and be together, even G was cool until he dumped me for the super hot chick. I just don't get it (get the super hot chick thing tho in his case). Don't dudes just want to hang and have fun? Define what that means and then just live it? Get cool and chill while living hot? I suppose I am still morphing enough that perhaps I need to define what I really want, now? in 3 years? are they the same? Ok, ok, in my face why! Until I can define what I want I will not attract it, done, said, realized. Still pisses me off tho, still a horney mother! We'll see...

So where put the energy next? Developing plan of MBA (November start) and hip hop (big heart here) lessons, still looking for Mr. Right for Ballroom Dancing Lessons, anyone available for Sat eve's or Monday or Tuesday nights? Sunday night?

Feel grateful and completely in need of service to our planet, NEED MY PURPOSE TO SERVE, no religious shit, probably mental health, biographies, youth, something will pull me right. I have time, ugh! TIME! Too funny how all this is, just another day in the life of a red blood cell traveling down the artery of life (giving blood at work tomorrow, nominated for "Providing for the Happiest Recipient, July 2006!"). You do the math...

Mox on!
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I'll post this just to raise hell, this guy cares WAY MORE than me about politics, yet I love a (ha!) passionate person spilling their juice (and why are there so many signs in the front yards for this dude???):


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeHWW5gbc0w


I am keeping the house & car, rest is negotiotiable. ;)

Dark Since 911, How Apprapo...

Hard Life when your stoopid and looking for purpose...

Actually more the opposite, more alive now than ever, and granted, it was the trigger, the celebration, ha! of 911 that sent me in a tizzy of late. I had no more opportunity then, but to stare out the window of life now and live, live, life.

Living means being engaged on the outside of the window, flowing. Not flowing as with time, yet flowing stopping time, slowing time, living IN time, as every moment matters...


Tips of the day, (yeah unfortunately two can be possible in the same month...)

and why is my font all fuc*ed? Or have I simply been reading other blogs with more savvy? Mine looks like telletype, for heaven's sake.

That was almost Godly, eh?

Tip #1 Be honest no matter what.
#2 Persue what you need, especially when uncommitted. Not Later!
#3 Commit when ready, able, and willing; communicate that.
#4 And Never! (or always, not sure yet) Give your blogsite to your new man.
#5 No matter what. Yeah, really again #1, always be honest...

Wow, Mox may be a starting school again MBA, gonna be nuts!

Smooches Team!


Yum, I said nuts! Nuts are yummy, readily available in most lands, affordable these days, yeah, nuts. Oh how I love nuts!

Gangsters & The French & 911

Completely Me, Desert Stoopid in LAPTOP! Man, topless just might get better tomorrow AM if I actually take the damn CD out of this portable piece and pack it with da Mox.

I have gone anhydrous, and I'm f'ing great at it. It's all in the silicones baby!


The big beautiful building that I work in is being torn down. It makes for some great CAT scoping/flashing and tremendous earth-moving thuds that just make you hold your breath and hope that we are not being descended on by a large plane. They pulled out a 4'diam x 7'cement footer from 30ft deep in the nice rich soil today. Literally rocking my world! Always fun... :)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unione_Corse

Oh yeah, smooches, wow.

Moxinataur

On Candle Power...

A/C unit out, Day 2.


Major McGiver action, should see the lampshade action; ok Mike says post it. I feel stupid, damn thing sucked up into the unit and, ugh step stools and and ugh! So NO Lamp shade, a simple venturi I would figure; need more height on the fan, my biggest fan!

A/C dude says no way but me must keep a chillin'. I know engines, no fear. Oh yeah besides this, something pretty Stoopid and for Me. WAY pretty song passed over before

Cest la vie!
Bon vie?

Mox

Gonna Sleep with Mike Saturday Night

Wow! Seems a bit soon, eh? This is like really our 3rd date. Okay for all you hotties out there, it really is more of a a couch-surf-symphony-night. I'm driving day, he driving night, way cool, and get to see some Gershwin tunes at the symphony (wait, i said toons!) along the way.

wait toons aren't all that hot. hmmm...

ok, so some good movie make it hot?

or whatever...

Fought with daughter and realigned my tasks. so important now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCz9VRuZv0E


damn.

all my tech unplugged by the Little offspring so can't even enjoy my own posting tonight. arggh!

best WET wishes,
Mox

Assuaging Uncooked Noodles in My Bed

Strapped in true black Aeron chairs
We mock our existence
Pooled in manicured rage
At life’s programmed prospectus
Swallow us under, rumbling in the undertow
Perhaps a Sprite! Spit one out high!
Afloat on the flotsam, away from the moon,
Towards
The scraped face reality of love.
Driven noisy into darkness
Ascend, scorching shrieking upward towards

Perch

Prelude No. 1 in C Major

That is the paper debris that i have to pick up off the floor, all these ah ahh ahh! symbols all over that shit, lilty with a strong "hold" undertone. I have to go clean up for a non date with a guy that i have an impossible non relationship with.

even italicized, yeah Vista me a still getting to know!, that still makes no know sence.

i miss Mike and he is scrambling from a power outage, miss my girly friend too, so the S2000 it is. all stoopid eh? or perhaps all just loving in a silly world. I actually wrote something today, have tofind it and post maybe tomorrow?

Mox heart a timid and hopefull
Boo!

Romanterrific!

Not really as ugly or stoopid or scary as I had guessed. Just worse in every way>>> The possibility of an "us"! Everything about Mike is scary except the back soft tuft of head hair just above his neck, why is it so soft? the rest is typical crusty man goo stiff, typical, and cool, get the shit out of it, or just let me torture it and the stuff, the stuff, the hair is mine...

to the other side :) to the other side under cover ;) put your mind right.

Okay, so a 2 foot Raptor in your living room is much more Dr. Moore sane than the 2000lb. 4' unit right? It's a baby Raptor, cuter even for the victims, I mean visitors unsuspecting, eh?

He is an old, young Jack Nicholson looker, drives, of course, a rediculous car some noisey pipey Mardi Gran Prix thing that scares the 50-year-old ladies. Is everyone dead at 52? me & him seem to think that is the cutoff, actually for me I have seen it way at 48.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xL_9zdu4iVw


And better than anything! he believes in everything< vampires, aliens, open religion, and me. ROAD TRIPS! Big heart-on there, ugghh.......

An engineer at heart, a rebel in soul, a lover in body, a DareDevil. And< Mox :) so happy he made sure me ate and danced. Was like a real NICE date where the the guy thinks about you a bit. the place, the pants falling off, he says we need to shop for pants that fit me. that is still nice.

inaworldfullofpeopleonlysomewanttoflyflylikeaneaglewillfly

mox