I wasn’t going to go there…

Something calls to me.  Something inside.  Beckoning me, pulling at the very strings of my fiber.  A year now, there has been this dance.  This, I’m going to stand here and see what you do. Now, after you’ve done that, here I am, what now? The lad is intoxicating. With the Sonic hair and the “Coke” bottle glasses.  A deep infectious laugh that beats on one’s soul to join him.  The conversations quite often get lost in translation.  A lot of things are still hidden away.  The dance continues.  There you are, but I’m going to stand here… He likes … Continue reading I wasn’t going to go there…

Blame it on Shepherdstown…

Well, as infrequently as I post one would wonder if I still existed.  I do, and I shall.  It appears that I have plenty of time, maybe 15-20 years according to my doctor.  When She gave me my last bill of health she was ecstatic and proud of my accomplishments regarding the weight loss, control of my diabetes and high blood pressure.  (Where upon hearing the praise I asked, “Got a cigarette?”) I love the movie “Blame it on Rio” Michael Cain, Demi Moore trudge through a May/September relationship and I have found myself debating some of the same issues. … Continue reading Blame it on Shepherdstown…

(I) am not alone…

then why can’t I get anyone to scratch my back? Found a quote that had me Pondering… (Yes, with a capital “P”) “The world is changed by your example. Not your opinion.” – Paulo Coelho In spite of being by myself at the time, I got the wind knocked out of me when I received a text from a friend who had just completed his EMT Basic training. And he’s excited about the things that lay ahead. Then in my minds eye I saw faces and heard voices of people from my past who have be affected by my words, … Continue reading (I) am not alone…

Bad boy, bad boy…

Okay. I broke a rule.  (Okay, two if you count this picture shot last week in my local Planet Fitness.  There was no one else in the shot except me.)  But the rule I am going on about is a rather big rule and is the second rule I parley to anyone that I ever train or give advice to.  If all things were considered, I should have known better. Once upon a time I was told, ‘go to the gym with a purpose. Not a chip.’ (That is why none of my lifting buddies were Chip.)(Okay, there was a couple … Continue reading Bad boy, bad boy…

1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.

They are back, the night sweats and tremors.  I have hit friends up for their voices [ala ; (not winky)] and well…  It appears that this request along with the message about needing help for boxing.  The message for sorting, yard sale, painting, moving, arranging furniture.  All unanswered.  I’m not paying for anyone to talk to me as I needed to do to move.  I’m strong this will pass.  I hope. I can’t cry.   Loving the new job.  Then god love it the fireworks.  Pride weekend, I have been able to avoid two that I actually wanted to go … Continue reading 1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.

Please leave things alone, I have a chance…

I’m just going to post this here for the moment. The rants and raves continue and I am so fed up with it. Videos of bible thumping trolls lapping their local Targets and the rhetoric of the narrow focassed elected officials. I decided to go off budget and pick up a “vice” magazine. And upon realizing who it was on the cover, I set back with a knowing grin and chuckled. If only I had been a girl… For those unfamiliar, this is the current (June 2016) cover of a lifestyle/fashion magazine published in England. (GQ but for a younger … Continue reading Please leave things alone, I have a chance…

…and Friday makes three.

Moody week ahead for me. If I am short, forgive. If I cry, pass a tissue. If I am not heard from, check on the cat. In the car, on the bicycle, or communing with the powers that are, and will be. Looking for stardust, chasing shadows and remembering that first kiss. Friday will be three years, and it was just yesterday that he said he loved me. I know, somewhere, he is waiting for me to pick him up at 5:00 p.m. and I’m running late. Continue reading …and Friday makes three.