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?