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| Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 | | 8:13 am |
The 'ol clock on the wall reminds me that it is mixincolors's Birthday today... Happy Birthday to the girlie... | | Friday, September 9th, 2005 | | 10:44 am |
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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
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How do I love thee? Let me
count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and
height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's
faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the
breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if
God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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"How do I feel?”
broken, burst, cleaved, cracked, damaged, divided, fractured, gashed, impaired, lacerated,
mangled, ragged, rent, ripped, ruptured, severed, shabby, slashed, sliced,
slit, snapped, split, wrenched
yeah, that pretty much explains it.
I understand though, it’s all my decisions that got me here,
and it will be all my decisions that return me to normal.
| | Sunday, July 17th, 2005 | | 4:44 pm |
the beach is so dang cool, i knew it was gonna be good but i never thought it would be this great. it's like livin in a friggin picture post card... look at me, i'm the a real son of a beach | | Tuesday, June 14th, 2005 | | 4:08 pm |
| | Wednesday, May 11th, 2005 | | 7:37 am |
of boxes & kitties & laptops & windows & leaves & sunshine
so i sit here with boxes everywhere i look. not necessarily boxes that are packed, or even folded up and taped, mostly just flat boxes brought in from a very fruitful trip down to the walmarts one night. Nobody should ever complain about not being able to find packing boxes, the walmarts is a friggin box factory at 1am. as it turns out, i brought 'em all in and stacked 'em up and have watched 'em sit there ever since. why is it so tough to just pack things? i have been working on one bathroom for two weeks. i hope that she can do better in the week she has coming up before they bring the truck. i've fallen into a pattern of sleepin here about every other night, i try to pass through every day at least to feed the kitties, but it is just too empty to be here all the time. of course, the cats are always so glad to see me, they do the rubbing up against me thing and spend the first couple of hours just wanting attention, but they level out after a while and go about their business. i sit down with the laptop on the big coffee table and they get up there and attack it, rubbing up against the corners of the screen, scratchin their faces on it, it's just something they do to mark their territory i guess. yeah, i'd bring the laptop if i was you, the cats really need that time. still i sit here looking out the window as the sun comes up and fills the world with light. today it is much different, as it always is different, the progression of the season has brought leaves, lots of leaves on every branch, practically growing straight out of the bark. i'm told that folks who are born with vision problems and eventually get glasses dont understand that the leaves on the trees are individual little items until they look at them through their glasses for the first time. i've always just seen the leaves as leaves, they tend to obscure the trees at times. i'm certain that whatever windows i look out, there will always be some trees with some leaves during some seasons (that does sound like it counts out the desert or the pure prairies?). i know that where i am going they have lots & lots of vegetation, its gonna be good. HA HA, HE HE, HO HO... like so many other folks, i have suffered from working on great big ol posts only to loose them before pressing the little button for some reason. because of this, i have adopted a practice of typing everything into notepad and then copyin&pastin it over into my post. i have been dealt an additional tribulation, the laptop is exhibiting the pains of age, from time to time i hear a little squall out of the hard drive and the system just locks up, i have to cold boot to get it to come back. this leads me to some great amount of frustration as i loose unsaved work at times, because of this, i try to remember to save and save often, as it turns out, i had just saved the last paragraph when it squall'd at me, i lost nothing... suckers.
so the morning has brought light all around me, the phone rang and i heard the voice of my angel, she's coming back in tomorrow, i had a chance to spread my own special brand of sunshine back her way, time to go save the world, yall come back now, ya hear? | | Friday, April 22nd, 2005 | | 11:14 am |
I Miss My Friend Lyrics
Artist: Darryl Worley I miss the look of surrender in your eyes The way your soft brown hair would fall I miss the power of your kiss when we made love But baby most of all
I miss my friend The one my heart and soul confided in The one I felt the safest with The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again And let the light back in I miss my friend
I miss the colors that you brought into my life Your golden smile, those blue-green eyes I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now Saying it'll be alright
I miss those times I even miss the silly fights The making up The morning talks And those late afternoon walks I miss my friend The one my heart and soul confided in The one I felt the safest with
There will be time for us, now is just not that time, but it will be soon.
| | Friday, April 15th, 2005 | | 8:15 am |
What'll ya have?
let me tell you a story 'bout a cowboy... he found him a girl that was a total joy she had her moments of doubt & pain and eventually, the kin folks said: 'atlanta is where you otta be' so she loaded up the rocket and headed out sayin 'hurry along if ya wanna be with me' I've always admired her for everything she is and everything she's ever been. Life changes, things get better, we work towards goals we dont even know exist. You folks should see what she's shown me on the brief moments we've had there. She has a whole life of experience waiting to be shared. This is going to be grand. I am not worried about following her, I only hope that all she worries about is herself and not everyone else. Me? I'm eatin at The Varsity | | Wednesday, March 9th, 2005 | | 7:13 am |
been listening to specific cd's instead of the random yahoo radio thing lately. forces me to take a bit more responsibility for whats playin in my ears, but it also provides me a little more of the mood music i need to get the work done. kid rock has really grown on me of late. nice tunes, good beat, you can dance to it. and i dont know if he actually writes his own stuff or is just a performer who is handed stuff and then just puts on the show, but some of the words are pretty good... Rollin in my pick up Truck jacked up with the 4 gold shocks And where i come from Mud flaps come in stock
I like stuckies, truckers and big mesh hats I like large round women in loundromats I like to wander jack Like a backwoods thug [Hillbilly Stomp]
I spend every minute I can with my boy Theres no doubt about it Hes my pride and joy Someday he will grow up And i wont have him no more Some things i just find Too hard to exsplain So we go to mcdonalds Or i buy him a train And we go put it together On the living room floor [Single Father]
Some days you need different music than others... | | Thursday, February 24th, 2005 | | 10:01 pm |
| | Monday, February 14th, 2005 | | 5:17 pm |
Mo Movie Night...
Ok, so I've brought up the issue of alternating chickflicks and good movies... Now I have something else to add to the mix: Location. It came down towards the end of the week and things were gettin a little normal, I knew it was time once again to escape to the movies. Even though there was the promise of the kickoff of RedneckWeekend on Comdey Central, I figured we needed to get out. I found that they were still showin the Oceans12 show at a local theatre called The Movie Tavern. I had been to a couple of these locations in the past and wasnt terribly impressed, however, the Central Park location in Bedford was way cool. From the time we went in to the lobby all done up in stone and leather and wandered over to the little bar area for a pre-movie Shiner, I knew it was going to be a good night. Seeing as how we'd looked over the menu before heading out, we figured we could eat there during the movie with no problem and were not disappointed. Once we went into the theatre to wait for the start of the movie, our waiter came up and introduced himself. They had the tables set up real well, nice size where you didnt worry about stuff falling off. We ordered an appetizer and pizza and more beer. Everything came out perfect and the movie played along. (Note: Oceans12 kind of sucks, I do not recommend it unless you use it as an excuse to get to go to this MovieTavern)During the movie, we even had them bring us popcorn and drpepper, by the end of the evening, we had a tab of about $30, not bad for dinner and popcorn. It was a great time at a really nice place. I have always wanted to go to places where you can eat dinner during the movie, I've just never gotten around to it. The luxury of this really put me in a good mood, we'll definitely have to do it again. | | Tuesday, February 8th, 2005 | | 5:06 am |
Littter Boxes...
What is the deal? We only got about six litter boxes here. I walk by them and on occassion find that they have the most unique and creative free form sculptures in them. If you let them go long enough, these can grow to be quite impressive. However, their rate of growth does seem to be pretty constant, a little each day, adding to the bunch. The only time this changes is when you actually get the front loader out and start to scoop all this schtuff out of the boxes. Baggin it and haulin it off to use in some other semi-enviro friendly effort (such as the landfill). It seems like the time immediately following TheCleaning is, like, open-season on the damn litter boxes. Every time I turn around it's scratch-scratch-here, scratch-scratch-there, here-a-scratch, there-a-scratch.... Them kitties are gonna blow a kidney sooner or later. Oh well, time will tell. | | Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005 | | 11:44 pm |
Movie Night...
Okey doke, we went to see IRobot and they blew up lots of stuff, we went to see Spanglish and they didnt blow nuthin up, so then last week we went to see National Treasure and they might not of blown up much stuff but it was a hiest film and that's gotta fall on the same side. It's in this environment that I found myself working to get mixincolors to go to the movies tonight. I figured that I could probably get away with going to see Oceans12, but while lookin at the moviefone.com screen for anywhere that it was still showing at a time we could make it to, lo' and behold there it was: Phantom Of The Opera I didnt make a big deal outta goin, she might have even thought she was actually goin to the Ocean movie, like lookin at Brad Pitt and George Clooney all night was gonna be a problem. We loaded up and got to the theatre, bought our tickets and got our double-butter popcorn, and finally got seated just as the previews were starting. Most amazing thing is that there was only one other couple in the whole theatre. The movie was really nice, something about a guy who sang a lot and a girl who was a singer, and then there was this young rich guy who sang a lot. And something about her singing and getting a bit carried away, and the the young rich guy carryin her away. Everyone was singin all the time so it was tough to keep up. Luckily it had a good beat, you could dance to it. They did have some good frenchie sword fightin scenes but I dont wanna spoil the whole show. It was a pretty good adaptation of the stage play, I've never read the story so I cant say anything about that. The camera work was good, lots of texture. Nice set design but the costumes were a bit garish. Would recommend the show, give it a 7. | | Saturday, January 29th, 2005 | | 7:44 pm |
OMG !!!I been watchin TVLand all night and been seein this commerical for Farrah !!!!Do you know what this means? | | Friday, January 28th, 2005 | | 3:18 pm |
So on the TV, they say that tonight is the Biggest Night in Sci-Fi History. Of course, it's been that way for the last couple of weeks. The shows have been pretty good, but I gotta wonder: where will it all end? If we continue to have the BiggestNightEver every week, arent we just heading for a let-down when the re-runs eventually start? Maybe they'll implement the BiggestRe-runsEver night. | | Friday, January 14th, 2005 | | 11:43 am |
Doin the man-things
So the gurl comes in with the wake-up coffee and crawls into bed all sad faced this mornin. I finally figure it out and ask her what the problem is and she says that it's nothing. I persist in my questioning and she explains that she is experiencin a bit of blockage in her pipes. Bein the dutiful one, I offer to try to fix it. I figure I'll just stick my fingers in there and fish around till I find the problem, you never know, maybe I missed my calling. Oh wait, maybe yall dont understand, it's the sink that is backed up and she doesnt know what to do about it. We're currently exceeding the landlord's stated animal tolerance, so she feels she cant call the super and ask to have them take care of it, and there's no money layin around for repairmen or anything, so little problems like that add up to make for sour mornings. Of course, I know all the rules o' plumbin: water flows downhill, payday is friday, dont suck your thumb... So i figure "hey, i'll go fix it". Now dont get me wrong, she loves me and everything, of this I am certain, but she dont seem to believe in a normal human's ability to do professional things for beans. Or maybe she just knows that I cant pass up a challenge. Even if that toaster never got put back together, it sure was fun to tear apart and I'm pretty sure it wasnt going to ever work in the first place. I digress. I asked her to get me a bucket and I grabbed a screwdriver and a pair of pliers from the drawer. She was so worried about this. It was the side of the sink with the disposal that was stopped up. The disposal actually turned on and spun the water around, but the water didnt drain. The other side of the sink did drain, albeit slower than you'd figure it should. I started unscrewing different plastic pipe joints under the sink till i found where the water was backed up. She was so worried about this. Due to the bucket not actually fitting underneath the pipes, there was a bit of spillage, this caused gurl-freaking, but it's not like it was under pressure or anything, it was a drain. She was still not too certain that I wouldnt just make things worse. Come on gurlie... I've always wanted to fix a sink, this is my big chance. I finally figured out why she was so uncertain 'bout my workin under her sink, I wasnt showin no man-cleavage. Never trust someone pokin 'round in yo pipes that aint showin crack. So I let go a bit of my pride and allowed a bit of saggin', she immediatly started to feel better. After I found the joint that had the blockage (peels from the most excellent potatoes that got fried in the pan with the chcken last night) and removed them along with a healthy helping of coffee grounds, everything went back together pretty much without incident. I didnt even end up with any leftover pieces o' pipe or anything. The drain is now drainin once again. It's good to be the cowboy. | | Tuesday, January 4th, 2005 | | 11:23 pm |
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Two favourite teams: UT and anybody playing 0U.
GO USC, whup 'em, lay it on, run it again, and again.
| | Saturday, January 1st, 2005 | | 11:12 pm |
Doin the simple things
In my life, I've chased lots of stuff on New Year's Eve, been to parties and motels and sporting events and hotels and restaurants and clubs and folks homes. That was then, the way life started, the way maybe it was meant to be. Things change though. Eventually, the designated partner had decided that there wasnt anything that could be done to celebrate. So I languished. As in all other things in life, that reason to celebrate had run its course. The happiness had seeped out of this particular holiday. That was then. I've been working to avoid dwelling too much on the past. Sometimes though, it just hits me right in the face how much better things are for me now than they were then. Imagine this, I now get to do things with other real live people, sometimes with people I dont even know. Instead, we just make friends as we go along. We get invited by a friend to come visit some folks who we've never met. This happened Christmas night and again last night for New Year's Eve. In my former life, with the former person, this would have never happened. Life was too regimented, things were too controlled, must not just wander around havin who knows what fun with who knows who. In my new life, things are simpler. There isnt as much tinsel hung 'round everything, but I do get to enjoy that which shines. Last night, all we did was sit on the floor in front of the couch at this house of folks we'd just met and watch the ball drop (dont matter if'n it is an hour early, kiss the girl) but it was better'n anything I'd seen in a long, long, time. I have to claim my position as a very lucky boy. | | Saturday, December 25th, 2004 | | 12:03 pm |
| | Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004 | | 9:21 pm |
Mo' Woot
So tonight TheGurl comes over to my place for dinner. Now dont get me wrong, this place is/has been/always will be what you would call 'minimalist' at best. It's not exactly what you would call a SaucyDwelling. Of course, it's quiet in there, the tv kinda fritzed out last week in a flash of blue light and puff of smoke, and there's no radio, mono or stereo. But I had talked her into going over there with me to pick up a ladder so that we could reach the way-up-outta-the-way places in the upstairs bathroom that she has been so loveingly fixin up for me (she just loves my stubborn hide). And I figured that as long as we were over there, we could fix some luxurious dinner befittin such a fine establishment.  Does it get any better? She is so good at boilin noodles, they didnt bubble over a single time. It was real good eatin. |
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