I knew I forgot something!

I forgot to post last night but I was having such a good time with Robbi and +Nikki that I just lost track of my priorities! Happy birthday to Nikki, my sister from another mister. It is very nice to have you in town this week! 

I hope everyone had a good Monday. This week has already been too long for me but it will get better! See you all tomorrow!

23 August 2014

The Lady At the Gas Pump

Suzy Mallard was a hot mess,

Suzy Mallard wore a pink dress.

She filled up her car with fuel,

It was electric if only she knew.

She left the station and turned on the wipers,

Out poured gasoline like a hiss from a viper.

A smoker ahead flicked out her cig,

It hit her car and blew up like a big rig.

Up in flames went poor old Suzy,

And certainly the sight was quite a dozy.

24 August 2014

My Pillow

I laid my head down on the pillow and let the counting sheep put me to rest. As my eye lids held steadily closed my dreams began to fester in my mind. I gathered them and collected them in my subconscious to forget at my will. I awoke feeling rested and let the counting sheep take their turn to nap. I grabbed my pillow and shook it out to lay it down for a prettily made bed. As I shook my pillow all my dreams tumbled out. Mingling and tangling, they tumbled from my pillow fortress. My nightmares mixing with my hopes. My visions for my future combine with my memories of the past, morphing together in a pseudo present as I snore the night away. Dancing together on my bed, my dreams seem to coexist in a perpetual plane of reality and not. I saunter between insanity and rationality wondering if what I see could be my life. In fear of losing my dreams I scoop them up into my arms and cradle them close to my heart where they originated. I place them back into the pillow where the sheep can keep them safe. I pat my pillow filled with my illusions and wish them all some peace as I go about my day.