Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Las Vegas. We had a great time but we ate too much, slept too little and walked our little feetsies off. We stayed at the beautiful Caesar's palace.
My favorite place to eat was Payard's. Sweet Farmer looked a tad out of place in this beautiful French pastry shop- (I know he only ate there for me) but he did agree there was quite a difference in a flaky, delectable cheese danish made fresh by French chefs than the ones we buy at Sam's!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I even got attacked by a mad goose -but it was so worth it for the memory that will forever be seared into two little boy's minds.
We tried to study the constellations but found that the flashlights we were using to read the constellation books were more interesting.
We tried to hunt Easter eggs, but riding the golf cart was more fun.
I've been drinking cokes and eating candy and and sleeping while holding someones little hand to make them feel safe.
All you need is a couple of little boys to remind you what perfect Spring weather is really good for.
I'm going to Las Vegas next week with sweet Farmer to recover from Spring Break with the boys.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I like to try my hand at creative writing every now and then and I am making a collection of certain short vignettes. But unlike the Brazilian wax story, this is not about me and it's not suppose to be funny, but it is another story about stupid things women do......so I guess it could be me... if I'm not careful.
He climbed on to her back and took a firm hold.
She hardly knew when he began sucking the life blood from her as he was adept in this symbiotic relationship and could make his small incision as precisely as a skilled surgeon. She would find him now and then, and in her searching, run her tongue over the smooth contours of his body, and she liked that better than she hated the wound.
When her mother called she would ask about her parasite and the girl would always say that he was doing "his thing" and her mother would be happy and respond that she should feel lucky she had someone to share her life with.
Once, he ventured into the open and embedded himself in the smooth contour of her lower right cheek. She spied him as she walked by a mirror, and bending closer with her breath against her own image, she peered intently with a strange excitement, and realized he looked like a beauty mark and added some mystery to her otherwise plain face. But remembering suddenly why she hadn't chanced her image in awhile, she saw her white-washed pallor was now an ashen gray and that sick feeling hit her hosting heart like a stone. She hurriedly pinched her cheek and then twisted the skin between her fingers until she saw the red stain rush to the rescue.
As for now, she knew, she was everything to him.