Smart Kid

I was talking To a friend of mine about how I feel like I am doing a horrible job in life. I feel like I could be nicer to people. I could do a better job at work. I could take better care of myself. I could be a calmer person. (Obviously I’m suffering from PMS moody blues). Anyway, her eight year old, (yes 8) comes up to us, she had apparently been eavesdropping on us and says,
” I recently learned that people would probably be a whole lot happier if they knew these three things.”
Then there was the dramatic pause while she waited for me to ask the inevitable.
“Ok what three things?” I ask.
Then she replies with this wonderful insightful tid-bit of information that blew my mind.
” people would be happier in life if
1 they realized that for the most part co workers think you do a better job at your job, then you think you do.
2. People think you are prettier than you think you are because they pair your beauty with your personality.
3. You have more friends than you realize.
If everyone were to be aware Of these three things they would be happier.”
She then spun on her heal and left the room. It was as if Gandhi had just walked in and shared his great wisdom and then left again. Who knows maybe she was channeling some old dead soul? I turned to my friend and said “ok well she’s intense and brilliant.” And that was the end of that bitch session.


Growing in the moon

The blackberries grew in the light of the moon
Taking over all that laid near
Encompassing all the life near by with doom
Controlling the soil for which they held dear

With its twisted bladed arms
It wrapped as it invaded
Eating up all with its charms
Surprising such sweetness comes from being jaded

It reached over the fallen logs
Layering it with a prickly vale
Hiding the wood from stray dogs
And what comes from under their tails

The blackberries consumed the sleeping earth
Covering all that lived there before
It was as if spring had just given birth
As the moon sucked the vine from its pores

The wonders the blackberries provide with pleasure
All sweetness or even some tart
To so many they are viewed as a treasure
Held as favorites in ones hearts

The blackberries flavor is nectar of the gods
Their skin alone can stain anything they touch
Like the blood they steel when you reach for their pods
Reminding you not to take too much

Amazing what goodness can be known
From something with such aggression
As the blackberry bush continues to grow
Somewhere in there lies a lesson


San Quentin

So I took the ferry to the Giants game with my boyfriend tonight. (Yes I said boyfriend. Long story people and I will fill you in later). We cruised by San Quentin prison, which sits nestled on the water of the San Francisco Bay. It overlooks the Golden Gate Bridge and the Richmond bridge with only mountains shading it from behind. What a beautiful piece of real estate. Why the HELL are we giving it to a bunch of rapists and killers? Their yard is actually located in front of the prison itself next to the water. Why do violent criminals get to enjoy such beauties? People have million dollar homes minutes from this facility and enjoy almost the same view. I say we turn the prison into a upscale hotel or apartment complex. Take advantage of the cement floors an barred walls and call it “modern”. Punch out some of the bricks in the walls and make windows. Add a pool where the “yard” is and call it the Ocean Front Spa. Then we can move all the guys who currently inhabit this prime location to some really shitty area that no one wants to live, like … Fresno.

The Soul Sucker

The soul sucker is here to take my soul
It holds onto my being and won’t let me go

It sucks up my spirit and terrorize my nerves
My body looks bloated with a barrel not curves

The sucker pulls on my muscles until their just spent
Feels like someone moved in and didn’t pay rent

It’s cruel on its attack of all of my senses
Simple tasks are like scaling very tall fences

I’m gloomy and tired, weak and depressed
I almost got fired, Because I got so damned

I spent a whole day crying about everything
Tears would just flow over absolutely nothing

I’m angry and bitter, pathetic at best
Give me a stick and I’ll beat my own chest

The soul sucker has my body under its control
It’s not my choice how long it will be on hold

My stomach is cramping and my breasts really hurt
My pores are angry like they’re filled up with dirt

I’m breaking out on every square inch of my face
I might just explode if I don’t get out of this place

I’m antsy and horny, Constipated and weepy
Please crappy Soul sucker, go ahead and kill me

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