If I Could Frame A Kiss...
Senior Prom Comes To Mind
With A Fogged Up Monte Carlo
And A Flashlight...
Dancing...
On My BIG Behind
But...
If I Could Frame A Kiss...
With YOU In Mind
I'd Frame The Night
Of Passion...
Caught...
Beneathe The Open Sky
As The Warm Summer Winds
Fused Our Hearts...
And Our Souls
We Danced...
In A Moment
Lost...
Never...
To Let Go
Yes, Siree
If I Could Frame A Kiss...
Of A Deep...
Sweet Moment
In Time...
I'd Frame The Night
Of Magical Bliss
Glistening...
Soaring...
In Harmonious Rhyme
If I Could Frame A Kiss...
With YOU In Mind
I'd Frame The Night
Of Passion...
Caught...
Beneathe The Open Sky
Luv
A Dreamer
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Mom (Circa 2000)
Mom,
I remember when McCall’s Patterns were a dime, denim patches were a nickel and Thom McCann sales people got “dollar signs” in their eyes as all five of us trailed in behind you for new school shoes. Every school year was a struggle for our large family, but you and dad always seemed to manage. I always had a clean “one of a kind” dress, fresh off the “Singer”, while Rudy had a fresh pair of knee patches on “last years” jeans. All “high-water” jeans were given to Cathy, a.k.a. “The Baby Cry”. Reuben and Delia were too young to care about what they wore.
A new school year was always exciting, but Summer was so much more fun. All five of us would ride my little blue bike around the block, taking turns or all at once...giving each other “pumps”. We managed to play slip-n-slide off the front porch without cracking a single skull. And we played with Barbie Dolls, until Rudy gave them homes in the trees. But, our most favorite Summer Time Adventure was “Mud-Pie Briggade”. We’d turn on the water hose, saturate a bald spot in the backyard, roll up huge mud balls in the palm of our hands and Attack the House. The bigger the “splat”... the louder our laughter and screams became...until...“The Whistle”... Dad’s whistle. It would freighten every hair on our body, and tighten every butt muscle known to man...but we survived.
Mom, I know some years have passed since, then, but the memories will always remain. You gave up your dreams and sacrificed everything for us. You’ve never passed judgment and you’ve always tried to claim our pain as your own. I don’t know where we’d be without you.
Love,
Sue
I remember when McCall’s Patterns were a dime, denim patches were a nickel and Thom McCann sales people got “dollar signs” in their eyes as all five of us trailed in behind you for new school shoes. Every school year was a struggle for our large family, but you and dad always seemed to manage. I always had a clean “one of a kind” dress, fresh off the “Singer”, while Rudy had a fresh pair of knee patches on “last years” jeans. All “high-water” jeans were given to Cathy, a.k.a. “The Baby Cry”. Reuben and Delia were too young to care about what they wore.
A new school year was always exciting, but Summer was so much more fun. All five of us would ride my little blue bike around the block, taking turns or all at once...giving each other “pumps”. We managed to play slip-n-slide off the front porch without cracking a single skull. And we played with Barbie Dolls, until Rudy gave them homes in the trees. But, our most favorite Summer Time Adventure was “Mud-Pie Briggade”. We’d turn on the water hose, saturate a bald spot in the backyard, roll up huge mud balls in the palm of our hands and Attack the House. The bigger the “splat”... the louder our laughter and screams became...until...“The Whistle”... Dad’s whistle. It would freighten every hair on our body, and tighten every butt muscle known to man...but we survived.
Mom, I know some years have passed since, then, but the memories will always remain. You gave up your dreams and sacrificed everything for us. You’ve never passed judgment and you’ve always tried to claim our pain as your own. I don’t know where we’d be without you.
Love,
Sue
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Fast Food Drive-Thru Windows...Not Anymore!
So...back in the day, one could pull up to a drive-thru window...order their food... pay for their food and receive their food...lickity split. Today, one can pull up to a line of cars...curse at the wait...place their order...repeat their order...have their order repeated to them...pay for for their order, and receive, still, the wrong freakin' order..only...after being instructed to pull off to the side to wait another freakin' twenty minutes for their food. All of this, while the line of cars behind them receive their wrong orders before they do. What a Crock! Fast Food Drive-Thru Windows don't exist. It's more like a "Park-n-Wait" for the wrong freakin' order fiasco. I hate them! And if that's not enough to chap your hyde, they always seem to put the guy that CAN'T speak English in the Drive-Thru. Uuugh! And if by chance he or she CAN speak English...they haven't got a clue. But, unfortunately, if they even have the slightest bit of a brain...they're RUDE as Hell. What the F~~~! Are you kidding me? What in the Hell happened to Customer Service. No one says "Thank You", unless turning your back on a customer is a new international custom for "Thank You". I don't know. I didn't receive a Twit. And no one says "Your Welcome". Am I from another Planet? Were my "Ass Whoopins" for "lack of Manners" even real, or did I imagine the whole pain-filled, tear-gushin' thing?
And...don't even get me started on the lack of quality these "Park-n-Waits" offer. When did a "slice" of cheese become a "slither" of "orangeness", Mr "M D Cheapskate"? And why can't "Jack" make a decent fry? It's not rocket science! It's a freakin' pa-tater..deep fried in oil. I don't get it. And apparently...they don't either. Any Hoo! If I owned a "Park-n-Wait", you could bet things would be different. And it wouldn't be anything like little Miss "Wendy's". That franchise has really destroyed their product. I guarantee they won't be using their "Where's The Beef" Ads, anymore. Because, really, Where in the Hell is YOUR Beef little Miss What's Her Name? "Forget About It!" Frosty's are a thing of the past...unless, you like paying for a "large" and gettin' nothin' but a "tease". Peace Out!
And...don't even get me started on the lack of quality these "Park-n-Waits" offer. When did a "slice" of cheese become a "slither" of "orangeness", Mr "M D Cheapskate"? And why can't "Jack" make a decent fry? It's not rocket science! It's a freakin' pa-tater..deep fried in oil. I don't get it. And apparently...they don't either. Any Hoo! If I owned a "Park-n-Wait", you could bet things would be different. And it wouldn't be anything like little Miss "Wendy's". That franchise has really destroyed their product. I guarantee they won't be using their "Where's The Beef" Ads, anymore. Because, really, Where in the Hell is YOUR Beef little Miss What's Her Name? "Forget About It!" Frosty's are a thing of the past...unless, you like paying for a "large" and gettin' nothin' but a "tease". Peace Out!
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Man Of My Dreams!
He's a Fantasy!
A Mere Figment
Of My Imagination!
Existing Only...
To The Crippled
At Heart!
His Sleek New Doo
Is Blinding...
Captivating...
And Oh, So
Delicious!
He Wears His Heart
On His Sleeve
And His Eyes
On The Universe
His Words
Bear No Meaning
Yet...
His Thoughts
Swim in Truth
His Undermining Smurk
Will Tease
Yet...
Support You
While His Sun-kissed Skin
Glistens and Sparkles
And Dances
In the Pupils
Of, Yet
Another Beholder
Even...
The Tiniest
Of Hearts
Will be Shattered!
He is a Slayer
Of the Soul!
And a Player
Of the Mind!
His Tactic
Is Simple
Yet...
Far from Benign
His Lips
Taste of Sulphur
While the Moon
Sleeps in Trees
Anyone Know Him?
The Man of My Dreams!
A Mere Figment
Of My Imagination!
Existing Only...
To The Crippled
At Heart!
His Sleek New Doo
Is Blinding...
Captivating...
And Oh, So
Delicious!
He Wears His Heart
On His Sleeve
And His Eyes
On The Universe
His Words
Bear No Meaning
Yet...
His Thoughts
Swim in Truth
His Undermining Smurk
Will Tease
Yet...
Support You
While His Sun-kissed Skin
Glistens and Sparkles
And Dances
In the Pupils
Of, Yet
Another Beholder
Even...
The Tiniest
Of Hearts
Will be Shattered!
He is a Slayer
Of the Soul!
And a Player
Of the Mind!
His Tactic
Is Simple
Yet...
Far from Benign
His Lips
Taste of Sulphur
While the Moon
Sleeps in Trees
Anyone Know Him?
The Man of My Dreams!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Here We Go, Again
Hello! Here we go, again. "Stone Cold" is driving while I "back-seat" drive from the passenger's seat. Now, If you're thinking that "Stone Cold" is the same "Stone Cold" as the Wrestler...you couldn't be more wrong. I call my insignificant other "Stone Cold", because he's a cold-blooded mutha with a stone face...not stoned face...a stone face. Hence, the name "Stone Cold". He has only two emotions...pissed and pissed off. And if I can keep him in either one of those states...I'm happy. Because...once, he accidentally falls into the normal regions of happiness, he becomes a huge pain in my ass and all the fun of pissing him off is gone...and then I gotta start from scratch. I want to have fun without having to work for it.
Anywayz...so we're drivin' down the road and he aks me who I'm talkin' to when I start screamin' yuge obsenities. So, I told him the trut. "I'm screamin' at the mudda-fucka who'z drivin'." "And who'z that?" he aks with tiny-puckad lips. "Well, would it make youze feel betta if I said the uddah guy? I sayz. "What the..." he screeched as he slammed on his brakes. "What, Honey" I sayz. What'z tha maduh?" "If I drive so badly," he sayz, "then what in the hell am I doin' drivin'? Why aren't you drivin, dammnit?" "Honey, I sayz. I'm only doin' my girly friend duties. I'm tryin' to make ya feelz needed. I'm tryin' to give ya a purpose in life. I don't want ya ta have ta go thruze ya entire life in limbo and pissed off for nuttin'. I wanna give yas a reason to be pissed off. Anger is a wonderful thing, Honey. Ya really need to embrace it. And it's so healty for ya. It gets your blood pumpin' and keeps ya heart tickin'. See, Honey, it's workin, already. Ya veins never looked healtier."
Anywayz...so we're drivin' down the road and he aks me who I'm talkin' to when I start screamin' yuge obsenities. So, I told him the trut. "I'm screamin' at the mudda-fucka who'z drivin'." "And who'z that?" he aks with tiny-puckad lips. "Well, would it make youze feel betta if I said the uddah guy? I sayz. "What the..." he screeched as he slammed on his brakes. "What, Honey" I sayz. What'z tha maduh?" "If I drive so badly," he sayz, "then what in the hell am I doin' drivin'? Why aren't you drivin, dammnit?" "Honey, I sayz. I'm only doin' my girly friend duties. I'm tryin' to make ya feelz needed. I'm tryin' to give ya a purpose in life. I don't want ya ta have ta go thruze ya entire life in limbo and pissed off for nuttin'. I wanna give yas a reason to be pissed off. Anger is a wonderful thing, Honey. Ya really need to embrace it. And it's so healty for ya. It gets your blood pumpin' and keeps ya heart tickin'. See, Honey, it's workin, already. Ya veins never looked healtier."
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