Here I am New York

All of my life it seems that I have wanted to go to New York and here I finally am.   I was immediately picked up by two different shysters trying to give me a ride to Manhattan.   Billing themselves as Taxi drives  I became suspicious of the situation when they started to walk me past the Taxi pick up location and into the parking garage.  “Um, Are you a real taxi driver?” I asked the overly friendly gentleman. 
“well I’m a limo driver.”  he responds

“yeah wait up just a second” I say as I stop dead in my tracks and grab my bag, “Limo? How much  does it cost?”

“Oh only $79.00 to get into the city from here.” he replies

“I don’t have $80.00 for a cab.” and with that I demanded he tell me where the Taxi pick up was.  So, he guides me to a friend of his who says to me, “You can ride in my limo for $50.00.  You have cash right?” And he takes my bag my  from me and starts to head over to some beat up old Chrysler with a trunk bungee corded shut.  This is when I see the light.  The light of BRIGHT Yellow cabs lined up just a few feet away.

“Um yeah, I think I am gonna just jump in one of those.” And before he could protest I had grabbed my bag back and was heading for the taxi line.  I still ended up paying $55.00 to get to my destination.  But, at least this guy had a name tag on and a fricken sign! Once I made it to my friend’s house we immediately left for a bar for drinks and burgers.  This is where of course all the fun really starts happening.  Apart from the countless full belly laughs that I experienced tonight.  I was spun around a dance floor until almost  nauseous, by a sexy swedish man .   And then sung too by a lovely drunk man on the street.  It is now 4:30 am and the sun should be rising soon.  And I need to close my eyes before it is too late to get any sleep at all.  I am happy to be here and I am sure this is just the first of many a blogs about NY.


If you had

If you had told me you loved me before,  I might have heard you

If you had listened to me when I spoke, I may not have stopped listening too

If you had fought for the things we found important, I would have been there

If you had kissed me with passion always, I might have always cared

If you had begged me not to head out the door, I might have stayed

But you waited to long to care what I was doing, And the love just faded away.

Sak Hammock

I have another possible invention that I came up with while talking some of my girlfriends the other night.  We were discussing (please don’t ask me why) the issues that some men have with sweaty balls.   Some men just hate to wear underwear while they are lying around the house on the weekend. And then their Junk starts to stick to their inner thigh and they get all itchy.  And well lets admit it as a woman watching a man go to town scratching his neither regions is something that leaves you cold and vulnerable.  So, I was thinking what if we invented a “Sak Hammock”, a small, thin, soft, breathable piece of material that would essentially hold up and keep nice and secure any mans elephant trunk and ears.  It would not be one size fits all; but, rather come in a variety of shapes and sizes.  Now the 1 thing I get hung up on is where I would suspend the “Sak Hammock” from?   I see it almost like a surgeon’s mask.  A piece of material with two loops hanging from either side.   Originally, I figured we could just hang the loops from the mans ears because, men never use those anyway.  And then the man still has full use of his hands..  But, as I think about it longer I realize that Suspending the “Sak Hammock” from ones ears could be  a strain on ones neck if one is well endowed. Or there is the obvious problem, which is what is, what if the ” Sak Hammock” color clashes with what you are wearing?

I don’t know, I think I need to go back to the drawing board on this one.

Parks or Streets

My friend lives across the street from a park. It is not a huge park, but it is nice. It has a big grassy area in which to play soccer or throw frisbees. You could probably have two soccer games happening at the same time. There are even two different playground areas for the younger and older kids. The park resides in the middle of a housing development and my friend just happens to live with her house facing the park. And even though there is this massive play area in front of her home, just across the street. You still find all of the kids who live on the same street playing on the sidewalk or throwing balls in the street? What is that? Is it to far for them to walk the 25 feet across the street and play on the grass. Do they want to get hit? Are they looking for some sort of settlement check? Why play on the cold hard concrete if you are not bouncing something? Why are they not enjoying the spenders of living across the street from a park?  These are the things that bug me at night.  I think I might need to take a survey.

The Weakned Bird

The winds are fierce, the coast is not clear
Theres a pain that pierces, it’s not all from fear

This bird is damaged, it’s broken inside
The pain can’t be managed, driving the bird blind

It circles the valley floor, trying desperately to fly
To weak to climb anymore, should it simply die

the birds will has been deflated, its heart to hurt to hear
It used to fly elated, with all it’s dreams so clear

Feathers damp with mist from the rivers wake
The bird sits alone wondering if it’s worth the wait

It’s cries are so weak they are lost to the river
it’s future seems bleak as the bird starts to shiver

“Take all you need from me” she thinks to herself
“All I am is what you see” there’s nothing else to tell

She will try again, this weakened bird
She will try to defend, until she is heard

This birds not done, she’s got some fight left in her
She may appear gone, but she’ll be back some day for sure

Baby I miss you

Have you been looking for me
like I’ve been looking for you
In all the cars you see
and all the eyes of blue

Baby I miss you, this is true. I’m a fallen soul, when I’m not in your hold.
I fade away without you near, What my heart wants is so very clear.

Do you wonder where I’m at
Like I wonder where you are
Do you think of me like that
wishing for me on shooting stars

Am I on your mind at all
Is it me you wish to see
When your worlds about to fall
are your happy thoughts of me

Baby I miss you, this is true. I’m a fallen soul, when I’m not in your hold.
I fade away without you near, What my heart wants is so very clear.

Is it me you want to call
Do you wish I was calling you
Do you want to reach for me at all
Or do I need to get a clue

When you close your eyes at night
Is it me you see in your mind
It takes everything I have to fight
The urge to call you on the line

Baby I miss you, this is true. I’m a fallen soul, when I’m not in your hold.
I fade away without you near, What my heart wants is so very clear.


Coloring Project – The Frog


2010 Summer Reading List

Sookie Stackhouse, the complete stories A touch of Dead
Finger Prints & Facelifts
His First Wife, Gracce Octavia
The promise of happiness, Justin Cratwright
Silk & Shadows
The Honey Thief
The marriage
Ya ya Sisterhood book # 3
The Other Boleyn Girl
Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher
3 book flower series by Nora Roberts
The Kept woman
Twlight book # 4
twlight book #3

Coloring Project – The Swan