Pooh the problem child

I was just discussing the effects of drugged out cartoon characters and how those childhood  icons must effect the raising of our youth.  Take for instance Pooh and the entire lot of them.  I mean it is obvious to any normal outsider that Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and Tigger were just all jacked up on something.   First and for most, of course you have Pooh.  Pooh the lovable, cuddly stuffed with fluff sweet ol Bear.  I truly believe he was a pot head!  I mean why else would he be so hungry all of the time?  Why was he always craving sweets like honey?  And why is he so tired all the time?  I do not believe for one moment that it’s because “HE WAS A BEAR!”  Forget the hibernation bullshit!  This bear had a Five joint a day problem and we all know it!

What about Tigger?   He is like a walking speed ball.  You know he would probably snort two lines and then Bounce, bounce, bounce his way over to pooh’s to smoke!  Poor guy could never stay focussed enough to remember where he was going or what he was doing… Sound familiar.  Hello give the tiger and 8 ball before he goes to the forest!

Piglet and Eeyore I think were both on prescription drugs.  Eeyore and Obvious manic depressant.  I kept waiting for the next book when Eeyore would jump off the cliff because he was so fricken sad and kill himself.  He had no self-esteem or self-worth he just kicked rocks and felt sorry for himself.  Eeyore was definitely on a happy pill of some kind and Piglet was OCD in a heart beat. 

These are the childhood characters that lull our babies to sleep at night?  These drugged out, talking,  forest animals,  are what we want to teach our children to aspire too.  “here honey, you can be a fat, lazy stoner, a cracked out spaz, a depressed suicidal bore or a freak.  It’s your choice you decide.

Just some random thoughts sorry

Letter to my first love

I haven’t been out to see you my first love in quite sometime
I have thought much of you and wondered if you have thought of me?
I miss watching the golden rays of the sun kiss you ever so delicately. As it dips into your liquid silvers and blues.   
I miss the sight of your consumption of the sun
I miss the strange glow that emerges through you all the way to me
Would you be as mysterious if I was part of you
Would you be just as dark?
I relish in your Beauty my love
I want only to sit next to you as you shine
As always I would love to submerge myself into the best of you
Letting my own strength guide you for a change
I do think of you love.
I think of you with every passing day
LoLa

The Modeling Gig

I was asked to do something I have not done since I was a kid.  And even then I think I did it like once or twice only…  I was asked to do a Modeling gig and I had to get fitted for the outfits I am supposed to were for the gig.  I have two wear 20 dresses total,  here are pictures of four of them.  I had a great time trying them all on and I figure… “Why not?”  I get my hair and make up done for the day so that’s nice.  I hope you enjoy the pics.  But please if you want to know the real designer and name of dress you will have to email me and I can try to find out after the event.

    This one was fun to wear.  I loved the big skirt and it really accented my waste.

This Dress Reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, Don’t ask me why

 

This Dress was one of my favorites.  My friends called it the marshmallow.  But, I loved it!  LOL you never know right?

This one makes me think of Hollywood.  I think it’s the big old Rhinestone thing on my hip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Dress was one of my favorites.  My friends called it the marshmallow.  But, I loved it!  LOL you never know right?

 

Earthquake

It was a year ago when my world started to shake
It was a violently exciting and surprising earthquake

Before the ground was steady, always perfectly reliable
Everything surrounding me was simple and dependable

Then you came and shook it all up
breaking glass, knocking over cups

Shaking my existence with an uncomfortable ease
torturing all senses like a cunning little tease

Your presence raked my world to the core
It never occurred to me what I had in store

Everything changed that night you first moved me
All possessions seemed vain, the world almost empty

The art on the walls and the floors that we selected
It all seemed so small to these walls you depleted

I was so scared at first when the shaking started
I was convinced that the ground had just parted

I accept what you brought, what you took, what you left
I accept that I thought what you took was the best

I was wrong in this thought I’m still standing, even now
I rolled with your waves and handled the aftermath some how

I was just a dream to you, a Nightmare at best
To me you were an earthquake and nothing less

Morning Love

Rainbows break through the pains in your window
As blades of light shine on your sleeping face
Not wanting to wake you from your peaceful slumber
Where I wish I was nestled in your sweet embrace

I will slip into nothing and let down my hair
Try to slink into your arms without a shove
I am going to  kiss you with the utmost care
Because my heart is all yours my love

Asleep in your arms

Never before have I slept so good as I do when I am in your arms
I used to get so hot next to others I would slink away unharmed
Roll to rest
on my chest
I would be content to get this separation, take a chance to breathe
I didn’t think any less of them, but what I needed was to move free

With you I curl my legs in between yours like a pretzel just off the flame
I rest the length of my curvy hips along your torso hoping your hands will claim
The rest of my soul
your grip on me takes hold
Placing my tired head in the nook of your arm, feeling the weight of you suck me in
Your feet tickle mine as your free arm tucks me in, drifting off as my day ends

Falling asleep has never been so easy as it is when I’m surrounded by you
You protect me from the things that scare me and stop me from being blue
I love this  feeling
At the same time it scares me
I worry about us, your my friend first, this I know, I would hate to lose you as such
But, I can’t help  that nagging feeling there’s reason I like sleeping in your arms so much.

Coloring Project – The Frog

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
Wifey
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