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i have been taking gummy vitamins. i got started with a bottle from my mother. mom always sent me care packages throughout the year that included seasonal treats like a green beaded necklace for St Pats, chocolate eggs for easter, etc. along with that she'd send tuna snacks, travel size bottles of shampoo and conditioner, old pictures and so on.

if you've ever had a gummy vitamin, you'll know they are addictive. they're like candy and i'm glad one can't die from eating more than a minimum of 4 per day. they are the perfect, tender, squishiness, and the flavor rivals any confection.

i was at the drug store picking up my meds and while i waited the standard 15-20 minutes, i found some gummy bears, 3 for $3. let me tell you, the vitamins are better. that said, i've eaten 2 1/2 bags since yesterday.

in other news, i found a gem if you like comedy horror films called Bite Me. it picks up at the Go Go Saurus strip club

i can't post the link but it's on youtube here's the trailer

when i was in 1st or 2nd grade, we studied dinosaurs and other beasts that are now extinct. even being so young, i could see the similarities between some dinosaurs and the birds in the air and in my backyard.

one of the projects in class was to make a dinosaur skeleton. this required a bucket of KFC. after my family devoured every leg, breast, thigh, and wing, i scrubbed every bone clean.

i remember all my classmates and myself bringing bags of bones to class. we then glued them together making miniature interpretations of T Rex. T Rex was the most bad azz dinosaur of all.

i was fortunate to grow up in So Cal. my parents took me to the La Brea Tar Pits. this became my favorite destination. Disney was for pussies. i marveled at the size of the mammoth. i wanted to be a Saber toothed cat. i fashioned fangs out of foil and crawled around, roaring at family.

it beats hearing an argument through the walls. it's not something i'd listen to but it's pleasant.
some ballads, duets, mellow stuff.

it's alright to wakeup to...

maybe those two are having a romantic moment.........................................................

i've read concerns about the purpose of CS. i've read concerns about CS's potential folding because of blog topics.
i'd like to ask what are you doing about it? are you actively looking for love or are you passively waiting for it to be delivered to your front door. are you even looking or are you expecting to be found? do you look at your who's viewed and make premature judgement or do you respond in kind?

you will not move to the next level if you sit back in your chair and watch, unless you're into that. if you really want a date, you have to get off your a** and take some risks. complaining about blogs, when blogging is just that, is an excuse to not take the plunge and contact someone directly.

that's my piece. over and out

after a day of mowing, trimming, sweeping, scrubbing and mopping, my fridge didn't make it on the truck.
it's sunday so i can't call Lowes customer service until tomorrow. i wonder what day it's coming?
sigh...............................
i was so excited

I might as well write a blog…
So, since I’m trying the sober and alert route, I have been working on my house.

When I first moved here, I was involved with a guy from NJ. I came out of a very controlling marriage so I was happy to wear the pants. Unfortunately, everything began to unravel. He failed to mention an opioid addiction. That coupled with being a mama’s boy left me responsible for everything. Things got worse and I took the couch.

Things began building up. The mail, because I couldn’t pay the bills, the personal belongings being tossed wherever they could fit. My world became a survival of the chaos. And so things progressed until I felt like I lived in an episode of Hoarders. There was no rhyme or reason.

The depression got worse. The drinking got worse until my environment became debilitating.

A few years ago I managed to successfully kick the loser out. Since then, I’ve felt as if I failed miserably and self medicated accordingly.

I took a turn 12 days ago. I have some appliances coming on the 26th and preparing. Rather than just organizing my kitchen and basement, I am organizing my home deliberately.

I have turned a small bedroom into a dressing room. All my shoes and boots go there. I have purchased attractive lidded boxes for my art supplies. I have purchased beautiful rugs in light tones to combat the dark wood trim and floors. I hung some cheerful yellow window treatments for my kitchen. They look great with my vintage, ‘50’s lemon yellow table

I’m tearing out the carpet and laying down vinyl tile for ease of cleaning.

All this work gives me vision and purpose. I’m not doing it to have guests. I’m doing it for me. I haven’t had the urge for a beer. I’m feeling more in control.

If anyone out there needs some motivation for a cleaner house, check out the Secret Slob on YouTube. That woman is great.

a rebound love affair that offered a new start.
relocated 1300 miles, painted all the walls
the movers came
while he was passed out
i did my best but lost myself
i'm sober, awake
have focus and faith
starting to find myself
again
my chaotic dwelling
mutually changing
to find some peace
being me

Marmalade

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

I slip under your covers
While you sleep
Nuzzle close
Will you dream of me?

On sleepless nights
I will bring you dreams
In my mouth, I will bring them
Would you wake and take them?

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

Heels

On the heels of jeopardy
Let it not bite
As little dogs whine at turned toes
Upon cigarettes, lit
And sorry cries from jowls on high
Bring tears from bowel afire
Sweet love’s desire
Fan the fires
Of makeshift forts filled with love’s
Desire
On empty fields, spread wild flowers
Take one breath, traded by the hour
To fill empty rows with blossoms, bloom
Take my heart and join with your
Tomb

Beach comber

Come with me to the beach
Comb sands and comb me
I am your sandy shore
With shells
Shall you see me?
On windy shores
My hair sweeps toward fingers
Ready to part my waves
Pull me to you
My blonde locks ready to
Unlock dreams from distant
Ocean's
Waves, of blonde
Spend hours combing my hair
You'd make me drift
Heavy lids draw you within
As your fingers pull my heart strings
Comb my hair on a sandy beach


Engineer Mountain

Iron shoes tap into the
Trailhead
At the base of Engineer Mountain
I looked up, daunted
My mare, confident
Together we crossed meadows
Through raining Aspen leaves
Taking rest by a trout's creek

My girl's mouth worked the bit
While I leaned towards a granite face
Prepared to launch vertical
Towards heaven, my heart, still far below
We climbed
It felt as if I rode the ocean's waves
My body tossed higher and higher
With every lunge

I dared not look down
As my horse did have wings
We touched hanging clouds that once
Moved steadily above me
Together, a beast carried me with
Courage
Beyond the tree line
Into the sky
On Engineer Mountain my mare did fly


Mind

My eyes fixate on hazel gems
That crown a smile, broad and tender
With words that warrant a
Return to sender
Consideration for an invitation to my
Chamber

Welcome to my eccentric dwelling
To my taste would you be willing?
Have a seat and use those eyes
And view my collage of images and words
Nothing bland in this world of mine
Once you have visited my mind


Part

I took him inside of me
Willingly
And now he will always be a part of me

Nothing grew except an experience
Willingly
And now that will always be a part of me

I don't know if I wish for
Amnesia or old memories
For the part that will always be a part of me


moon

he is like a succulent fruit
irrigating furrows of dusty plains
that once gushed greenery thick and rich
my eyes tear up at the memories of
ravenous meals made of moans and squeals
sweet meats of yore
filling more than bellies
i cried out for the stars
mapping big dippers and f*ck whippers
the lot not enough
as if my void was limitless
like the sky
and if i could be his constellation
i would capture his Milkyway with spoons
cast by greedy hands
and bathe my flesh with warm white happiness
spilled from his generous fountain
illuminated by the moon's smile upon ripe
pore's open mouths
hungering for a sip of heaven


blanket

let me be your blanket
i will cover you and keep you warm
i will wrap myself around you
become your layer of skin
and i will feel your heart's loving song
sing to me
let us share our bodies
and turn lonely shivers into
warm embraces while gazing at
long lost faces
listening to beloved voices
speaking words of love
in your bed
i will be your blanket


to be continued

it is part of a house built in 1868. it has a bay window that allows the sun to pour in. the walls are painted a muted teal. the walls still have the arms for lamps that once lit the space with gas lights. i use the arms now to hang hats. the ceiling has a variety of cracks in the plaster. i lay on my bed and look up, remarking to myself that it looks like a giant map, would never fix it. in the center of the ceiling is an original light fixture in a medallion shape with flowers. the floor is original dark wood that creeks with every step. my room talks to me.

i've furnished the space with an eclectic combination of a dresser that once belonged to my brother, an antique dresser, a queen ann chest of drawers, an oak captain's bed, 2 vintage bureaus and an artist's drawing table. a gal can't have enough drawers, (wink).

there are red, sheer window treatments embroidered in gold that frame the windows that compliment the walls and my bedding's mood changes with my mood. i have several options for the seasons, light and cheery for summer and warm and cozy colors for frigid nights.

let's not forget the red candles and nicknacks collected from my stays in California, Colorado and Minnesota. my bedroom holds secrets that i revisit in dreams.

some or most would consider my bedroom cluttered or too colorful. i love it and would never strip my room of myself.