
Monday, August 29, 2005
Rainbow

Sunday, August 28, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Fiction Friday
It was time to make my move. I headed over to the tattooed guy's table, going around to the other side of him where the stroller sat.
"What a cute baby."
"Thanks, he's my sister's kid. Her regular baby sitter got sick, so I'm filling in for the day."
"Lucky she has such a good brother. I noticed your body art from my table. I'm an amateur photographer, and I wondered if I could take some pictures?"
Of course he was delighted, I even made sure several of them were of him and his little nephew. Most of the shots were of the two men a couple of rows over. The cop and his friend. I had been following the cop for days. He was dirty, but we needed proof. I didn't know who his friend was, but it was my job to get pictures of anyone he met up with. The two men got up to leave.
I handed tattoo guy a pen and paper. "Let me have your address and I will send you some of the pictures"
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Busy, busy, busy
This morning we have storytime at the library and this afternoon after school we are supposed to go to the mountains to meet up with my husband's grandparents. But, although my posting may be sporadic, I am still reading and commenting everywhere else. I have a bunch of pictures to post later this week, I just haven't gotten around to transfering them yet. And I really need to paint the baby's room so I can move her and her crib back in there.
I'm such a procrastinator!
Friday, August 19, 2005
Fiction Friday
That is when I saw him. He was perfect. He had long scraggly hair, a bushy mustache, and his arms were covered in tattoos that the black t-shirt didn't hide at all. His ears were not just pierced but had the stretched lobes as well. His whole appearance screamed hippie meets tribal. Except for the baby stroller he was pushing.
He ordered from the pizza place and chose a table two rows on the other side of the cop and his friend. I glanced over to see they were about done, I would have to make my move soon.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Who do you look like?
I came across this at Michael's blog, and wanted to share. It's fun!

A big THANK YOU to Michael for helping me with capture express!
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Limerick
There once was a man with a limp,
Who talked so bad he was a gimp.
He decided to become a pimp
Now we just call him an imp.
The girls he hired were hot.
They would go down on you on the spot.
It turned out that girls they were not.
So now we all go smoke pot.
Friday, August 12, 2005
My new pet!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
My silly baby
*very calmly* "no."
Excuse me? Did my sweet innocent tot just say her first no? "Come give momma kisses."
*tiny arms cross on chest* "no."
I was rolling. I mean I know you aren't supposed to laugh but it wasn't like I told her to do something she had to do. She was just mad at me and didn't want to love on me. It was even more funny because this was the first time she has actually said the word no. Although I'm sure it won't be the last time!
After her Daddy was done outside he took her for a ride and she gave me kisses later when she wasn't mad anymore!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Night at the movies

Chris Evans plays the Human Torch, very hot. In more ways than one.

Julian McMahon was very good at being very bad.

Oh yeah, Jessica Alba was in it too. How was that Mr G?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Johnny Depp
Friday, August 05, 2005
Fiction Friday
I hear crying.
Where is it coming from? It is so dark all I can see are the dim outlines of tall buildings. The street I am on is wide and empty. Strange that there are no cars, it must be very late. The crying is coming from an alley. I'm afraid to go in there.
The crying is louder now and I can tell it is a child. I go in, the alley deadends at a brickwall. She is there against the wall, small and dirty. "Let me take you out of here" I tell her.
" I can't leave, this is where I belong." She looks up at me with a tearstreaked face, oddly familiar.
"Why do you belong here?"
"Because this is where he put me. He told me to stay here and never leave."
"Who is he? Why can't you leave here?"
She doesn't answer, only looks behind me. I turn to see what she is looking at. The buildings that were once behind me are gone. In their place there is only desert broken here and there by large rocky hills. On the closest and largest hill he sits. Staring at us with cold yellow eyes. I should be shocked to see a black leathery dragon, but for some reason he looks familiar too.
"You should not be here. These are things you do not want to see." his voice is deep and raspy.
"Why must she stay here? And why are you two so familiar to me?"
He laughs a deep rusty laugh. "Why are we familiar to you? Because we are you. The child is your true self, the you who was open and trusting. The you who was hurt one too many times."
"I am your inner darkness. Your anger, your bitterness towards those who hurt you. Your loneliness now that you let no one in. I protect the child and keep her here, where she cannot be hurt."
I look at him for a long moment. Then back at the child. She is me, I see it now. The hopefulness I once had. The eyes only lack the pain I feel. She wants to leave. I look back towards the dragon. "She wants to leave. I want her to leave."
He shifts a little, looking closer at me. "So be it. But, I will be here always. Hidden within you."
I take the little girl's hand, and we walk away. The scenery changes again and we see houses and streets. It is light out now and I recognize this as my childhood neighborhood, only cleaner and nicer than it was in real life. The girl-me stops and looks at me. "I am where I belong now. It is time for you to wake up."
The next moment I am looking at my ceiling. I'm in bed, where I belong. As I drift back to sleep I hear the faint laughter of a little girl.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Eye Candy
Monday, August 01, 2005
This is so me!
Slow and Steady |
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it. |