I often find myself looking out windows.

It seems such a bizarre habit. It's as if I have been sleep walking only to awake and find myself looking out one of our windows. Staring. Staring off into the same scenery I have seen day in and day out.

Is it a place for no thought; a minute to get lost in? I really don't know.

I do this most while I am standing in the bath tub waiting for the water to fill. I stare out the window above the tub into our back yard. It is a disastrous sight; overgrown weeds, broken toys, a pool we never figured out how to get to fill up correctly.

Still I stand there ... staring.

Another strange habit I have is watching my daughter's turtle, Jen.

I seem to be drawn into Jen's apparent quest for freedom. She swims at full speed to ram her head into the glass boundary...over and over and over; day after day after day.

Each time she makes her swim back from the glass, unsuccessful, I wonder what she is thinking...

"Just one more hard hit and I am out of here."

But even more then that I admire her, where does she find the courage inside herself to keep her plight going, to head back towards her window time after time after time.

Or ...

is it simply a habit and she too has no idea what the hell she is doing much less why.

I am thankful that at least for the moment I have one up on the turtle -
I am not ramming my head at my bathroom window, at least not at full speed!

Love's Quandary:

To miss someone you feel lonely with!

Don't Invite a Snail to your Pity Party.

I heard a tiny slurping
coming from the grass.
It was a snail drinking from
the self pity I was dripping.

I leaned down and looked him
square in the antennas to ask,
"You mean I am not the only thing
going on right this very minute?"

With a sigh and a splash
Snail started to leave, but
not before mumbling,
"Why does this always happen to me!"

3 Teen Girls!

1 white beaded necklace draped as a sash
2 headphones for 1 MP3 player
3 TEEN GIRLS!
4 cell phones
5 fingers texting while she talks with her beau on a different phone
6 messages taken for their friend playing on the soccer field
7 hoop earrings
15 bracelets
1,000 laughs

Need a Laugh?

Need a Laugh?
Click on this link and watch this short self filmed video by Sammi when her singing practice ends abruptly!!

Life With Sammi ... "Death Cab Sirens"

Served a Wake Up Call!

I was a having one of those moments that he, the husband, calls PMS. I call it over emotional about unresolved issues. Regardless, I was upset with him this morning. Outside of that I was trying to talk with him about plans for the weekend.

Let's just say we were having a strained conversation at best.

We talked about the soccer tournament. My plans for the day. (The same ones I have had every Friday for over FOUR YEARS!) Then I wanted to talk about Alice's visitation/funeral.

His Great Aunt Alice passed away earlier this week and the visitation is this evening. I just assumed we were going. He said that he didn't think he would go to the visitation but would go to the funeral in the morning. My mention that I (and, of course, our girls) would just go without him this evening was ambushed by these four words:

"It's not your family."

OUCH!

And I was served:

" Lady,

Your on the wrong tracks ... move aside and let me pass!

Thanks,
Your loving Husband of 17 years"

I keep avoiding the issue that he seems to be needing things of his own: friends, activities, and now his family. Like all things you choose not to deal with, eventually your served a hit on the side of your head causing a loud buzzing...

A.K.A.
your wake up call!

Trust Not This Ryan Rezzelle

The tall man came to

Kansas City masquerading

as friend to all
this Ryan Rezzelle

At first he was a
Kiss-the-baby
Shake-the-hand type man
this Ryan Rezzelle

He brought humor to his work place:
practical jokes, tossing co-workers.
Jovial was he
this Ryan Rezzelle

He swept his guise to
co-workers families.
Flimflammed were we ALL by
this Ryan Rezzelle

Stars aligned to bring the love
of a beautiful maiden;
a night of I-dos and dancing for
this Ryan Rezzelle

The newly weds adopted in
strays, four legged fun
and ball catching for
this Ryan Rezzelle

Thereafter, darkness set in; opportunity
fed his hunger for power.
Ugly OOZED from
this Ryan Rezzelle

Once baby kisser, now Supreme Judge.
Peers feverishly turned
to stepping stones by him for him
this Ryan Rezzelle

Under the cloak of friendship
water cooler gossip
went straight from the ears to the lips of
this Ryan Rezzelle

For his lips were attached to the ass
of the Dreaded Director of Evil,
This was a golden pass to the top for
this Ryan Rezzelle

The Dreaded Director of Evil, boss to all,
spun this gossip into F4 proportions.
A path of destruction followed Evil and
this Ryan Rezzelle

The aftermath of his fast whirlwind ride to the top:
a pile of old friends and families, his dignity.
Less not forget - a take home car for
this Ryan Rezzelle

CONGRATULATIONS on Your SUCCESS
Mr. Ryan REZZELLE!




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Disclaimer:
These words and opinions are mine. I am not speaking for or influenced by anyone else.
As is obvious, this is a work in creative writing and should be taken as such.
As also is obvious, Ryan Rezzelle is a real person who, in my opinion,
turned out not to be the man my children and I thought he
was when we invited him in our circle and when we took care of his dogs and home.
I wish Ryan Rezzelle had followed the golden rule,
"Do not do onto others that which you would not have them do onto you!"
But, I guess when your chasing a take home car and POWER all rules
(including the ones your mama taught you)
are off!