When The Clouds Turn Pink.....

I contemplate
The power of

BLUE

The poison I've swallowed.
The intensity of the moment.
The fruit
Is painfully beautiful.
I simply could not resist.
Now,
I am ready for sleep.
Please wake me when the clouds turn

PINK
Hopefully,
Then
I will be healed.
Inside and out
By the person
I was supposed to be.
If I do not find sleep,
Nail my knees to the floor.
Make me look into the sky.
Please help me see
What my mortal soul
Could not understand.
And then,
Please again,
Clean my wounds.
Hug me.
Even if I resist you.
And I will.
Give me permission
To let the tears fall from my eyes.
Allow me to be humble
And to feel vulnerable.
Then,
Drift with me to the moon.
Sit with me on it's edge
As our legs dangle over it ledge.
Let's together chase the shooting stars
In the middle of the night and just before morn'.
Catch them.
Release them.
As they too
Begin to weep.
Your balance adrift has become
My favorite drug.
I'm dizzy swept in your evasive love.
Find me a rainbow.
Show me what's really there.
At it's beginning.
At it's end.
Take me out
To play in the rain.
Help me to appreciate the sunlight.
Please, prevent me from crawling back into my shadowy "self".
You,
Again, take me for a walk.
Deep within our woods.
Pick me a wildflower.
Place it behind my ear.
And then when I yawn sleepily,
Sing me a lullaby.
I love the way you mourn.
Sweetly.
Rest here.
Beside me.
Embrace the moments we call peace.
Sleep.
Softly....Cause I need you to wake me
When the clouds turn

PINK

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(Ronna Rocks!)

Yeah, that's right!

The Queen of

BLUE

is going

PINK

!

For the month of October,

I am dedicated to posting photographs I have in storage

in honor of the

"Pink Movement".

Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

If you haven't already, or even if you have

go here to make a donation.

http://www.catchow.com/pink/?DCMP...HQS=donate

(Thank you, Ronna, for this band wagon!)

Breast Cancer....

If you go to Purina Cat Chow's web site

& take a test on your knowledge of breast cancer

they will donate

$1.00

to the

Susan G. Komen

foundation.

The questions are not difficult

& you keep going until you guess right.

Only 5 questions.

Heres the web site:

http://www.catchow.com/pink/?DCMP...HQS=donate

Please

Friday Flash 55....#3

Here, fishy-fishy.

I see your tail

a swishy-swishin'!

Come to the top

so I can pop

your little fin.

I'll scale you good

and cut off your head.

Drop you in oil

and watch you boil.

Then scoop you out

without a doubt

and devour you

with my delicate mouth,

crunching your tail!

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Flash Fiction Friday
Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.

If you want to join in the fun and games

and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss -

G-Man!

a Rehab Survivor....

I must add, this fella did NOT coin out from C.O.P.A.C.

You Are Arson

No doubt about it, you have a serious destructive streak. You can't help it! Sometimes you just get so frustrated with the world, and you have to let your aggression out You have a notoriously bad temper. You are obsessed with getting your revenge. You are obviously a pyromaniac, whether you realize it or not. It feels great to watch something burn.

What Felony Are You?

What Your Socks Say About You

You are: - Very vivacious - A little bit fancy - Known as remarkable - Secretly wild

The Socks Personality Test

Smiley-Miley Cinnamon Toast....

Yeah,

we get a bit silly around here when it comes to breakfast!

We added food coloring to our cinnamon and sugar mixture and made our own little smiley-miley cinnamon toast.

It's fun on a Saturday morning when you've got time to play in the kitchen.

Although, hair is NOT edible!

I borrowed it from an old doll who was in pretty bad shape.

Ode To My Friend.....

When I think of the dark days in our pasts'

In my mind I color them black.

When I think of the days ahead of us,

They appear to me as the many shades of bright,

White light.

When I do not hear from you,

Well, my soul simply goes flat.

I miss you my wonder.

I miss you my friend.

I miss your talent beloved one,

and that will never, ever end.

But together

Through the lives and the loves

our friendship we'll never spend.

Let me know you are safe

dearest one.

Please.

Much and always

With true honor and respect.

Love,

Me

All Summer Long....

Click "play" below

to get into the grove of this tune!

Now that

Autum

is officially here,

I've just gotta bid farewell to a sexy summer!

Wooooooooooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooooooo!

And I do

.........repeat.......

All Summer Long!

The Pink Weenie.....

There will be NO photograph with this post.

Sorry!

A couple was attending an art exhibition at a National Gallery and they were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused.

The painting depicted three very black and totally naked men sitting on a park bench.

Two of the figures had black weenies, but the one in the middle had a pink weenie.

The curator of the gallery realized that they were having trouble interpreting the painting and offered his assessment.

He went on for nearly half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of African-Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society.

'In fact,' he pointed out, 'some serious critics believe that the pink weenie also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society.'

After the curator left, a young man in a Kentucky T-shirt approached the couple and said, 'Would you like to know what the painting is really about?'

'Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery?' asked the couple.

'Because I'm the guy who painted it,' he replied.

'In fact, there are no African-Americans depicted at all.

They're just three Kentucky coal miners,

and the guy in the middle went home for lunch.'

he he he he he he he he he he he

THEY Are Everywhere!

CLICK "PAUSE" ON THE PLAYLIST TO WATCH THIS VIDEO.

Friday Flash 55.....

I wonder why I wonder.

I wonder why I think.

I wonder why I feel.

Has anyone seen my feet?

I think I remember.
If only I wouldn't forget.
Oh, where I left my wonder,
And where I left my gift.
If you happen to find them.
Please tell them

Not to regret.

Thank you.

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Flash Fiction Friday

Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.
If you want to join in the fun and games
and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss -
G-Man!

.....Oh Dear Lord....

I suppose this is where I admit to myself

and to anyone willing to read this

that I am in the midst of a mid-life challenge.

I spent the entire day, today, out pounding

the four streets in this little town,

looking for a job.

A regular job, that is.

Yes, I have a college education and a cosmetology license.

I also have a photography business that feeds my family, as well.

I am an artist,

And I guess you might say,

an overwhelmed, most of the time artist,

more than a few creative levels.

Ouch.

English major, hairdresser and photographer.

Put 'em all in a blender and what do you get twenty years later?

A bi-polar, whimsical woman, wishing to be a bit more NORMAL.

{{{Although, NORMAL freaks me the fuck out}}}}

Frenziedly seeking a job where she clocks in,

clocks out and goes home

with sugar infested dreams of

"that"

paycheck

on Friday.

Is that so totally difficult?

{{{Yep........it is!!}}}

*

And hey,

"Kuddos"

to any of you out there who are seeking employment

in today's job market.

Especially,

TODAY!

.....Geeze.....

I am more exhausted from driving around from Temp Agency to Temp Agency,

looking for some type of clerical work that will simply get me out of this house, give me some menial form of guaranteed income, reguardless the lack of amount,

that just might possibly be available,

in this state of mine,

Mississippi!

I do, however, draw the line the industrial job

available in the steel industry

that I was told I was

"OVER QUALIFIED"

for,

within the first 2 minutes of my handing over my resume

to the Temp service advisor.

(Didn't I design your hair for 8 years?)

Help me find relatively easier job anyway, hon'.

Do I look like a welder?

Again,

Oh Dear Lord.

I am exhausted from day one.

Anyone need a part-time housekeeper?

At this moment I am WILLING to travel!

*

Have a great day and kiss

your boss

on the cheek today

...from me!

he he he he he he he he he he he he

:)

Redneck 911 call

I Am Honored.....

I give my sincerest thanks and appreciation to two of my favorite bloggers

Journeys With Jood - Diva Jood

and

Neo-Resistance - Naj

for honoring me with this award!

I am to nominate five other bloggers for this same award.

Hard choices

but,

here goes.

1. Folk Art by Campbell Jane - Janet

2. Thoughts From My World - Chelle

3. Mr. Know It All - GMan

4. Ocellus - Ozymandiaz

5. This Is My Blog - Fishing Guy

All these bloggers are brilliante!

They are great to read,

have great images,

and I just love their thoughts.

Friday Flash 55.....

When I was just a girl, I used to have so much fun. Taking long walks down to the creek. Kicking rocks as I slowly walked, gatherd a few to make turtles jump. Skipping and hopping, swooshing and popping, would be these various stones I took. My, how I miss the days that are gone

********

Flash Fiction

Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.

If you want to join in the fun and games

and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss -

G-Man!

All I'm Blogging Today....

- CHROMED CURSES -

A MILITARY LOVIN' BLOGGER

~ME

The Man....

This is the guy that owns the "Funny Cars" at the beach.

If you are ever in

Gulf Shores, Alabama

You MUST

Look him up!

Stairway To Fun....

In Too Deep.....

Yeah,
It was a
"WILD"
ride!

Are these shoes wonderful, or what?!
Just one of the many ways that we can creatively express ourselves.
Although,
I do not own a single pair of shoes that lace up!

(Figure it out)

:)

Planning for the fall football season in the

South

is radically different than up

North.

For those who are planning a football trip south,

here are some helpful hints.

Women's Accessories:
NORTH: Chap Stick in back pocket and a $20 bill in the front pocket.
SOUTH: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks,
waterproof mascara,
and a fifth of bourbon.
Money not necessary - that's what dates are for........
*wink*

Stadium Size:
NORTH: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
SOUTH: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people.

Fathers:
NORTH: Expect their daughters to understand Sylvia Plath.
SOUTH: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference.

Campus Decor:
NORTH: Statues of founding fathers.
SOUTH: Statues of Heisman trophy winners.

Homecoming Queen:
NORTH: Also a physics major.
SOUTH: Also Miss America .

Heroes:
NORTH: Rudy Giuliani
SOUTH: Archie & Peyton Manning

Tickets:
NORTH: 5 days before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus.
SOUTH: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus, make a large financial contribution and put name on a waiting list for tickets.

Friday Classes After a Thursday Night Game:
NORTH: Students and teachers not sure they're going to the game, because they have classes on Friday.
SOUTH: Teachers cancel Friday classes because they don't want to see the few hung over students that might actually make it to class.

Parking :
NORTH: An hour before game time, the University opens the campus for game parking.
SOUTH: RVs sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The really faithful arrive on Tuesday.

Game Day:
NORTH: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV.
SOUTH: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting 'Game Day Live' to get on camera and wave to the idiots up north who wonder why 'Game Day Live' is never Broadcast from their campus.

Tailgating:
NORTH: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down.
SOUTH: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance from the Dave Matthews Band
...who comes over during breaks
and asks for a hit off bottle of bourbon.

Getting to the Stadium:
NORTH: You ask 'Where's the stadium?' When you find it, you walk right in.
SOUTH: When you're near it, you'll hear it. On game day it is the state's third largest city.

Concessions:
NORTH: Drinks served in a paper cup, filled to the top with soda.
SOUTH: Drinks served in a plastic cup, with the home team's mascot on it, filled less than half way with soda, to ensure enough room for bourbon.

When National Anthem is played:
NORTH: Stands are less than half full, and less than half of them stand up.
SOUTH: 100,000 fans, all standing, sing along in perfect four-part harmony.

The Smell in the Air after the First Score:
NORTH: Nothing changes.
SOUTH: Fireworks, Gunpowder (from the cannon in the end zone),
with a touch of bourbon.

Commentary (Male):
NORTH: 'Nice play.'
SOUTH: 'Dammit, you slow sum'bitch - tackle him and break his legs!

'Commentary (Female):
NORTH: 'My, this certainly is a violent sport.'
SOUTH: 'Dammit, you slow sum'bitch - tackle him and break his legs.'

Announcers:
NORTH: Neutral and paid.
SOUTH: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.

After the Game:
NORTH: The stadium is empty way before the game ends.
SOUTH: Another rack of ribs goes on the smoker, while somebody goes to the nearest package store for more bourbon, and planning begins for next week's game.

Nothing else in the universe

comes even halfway close to the glories of

Southern

football!

Love it ~ Bro!

Blue Is....

As Blue Does....

Imagine That....

A tin wall at

"Cross Roads"

in

Laurel, Mississippi

601-867-5309

I'm Just A Little Board....

You know,

if people actually caught me in their yards,

photographing their wooden fences,

ya'll might not hear from me for awhile.

I need a life.

Kidding......I am beginning to love mine, again.

Don't Look Back....

These images were taken in Orange Beach, Alabama.

I just loved the "Funny Car" ride!

And boy,

does the second image speak volumes!

Per.....My Ghost

Dansing,

You make me

BLUSH

....sometimes....

Have A "Quenching" Weekend!

u feel

By Mike Fable

"......I CAN FEEL IT IN THE AIR, SO THERE'S NO NEED FOR SIGHT,
BET THIS IS THE SAME FEELING BEANNIE SIGEL HAS WHEN HE SITS DOWN TO WRITE,
I, LIKE HE, AM FILLED WITH SPIRIT OR IN OTHER WORDS FIGHT,
HE, LIKE WE, WANTS CHANGE WHICH WE'RE TRYING TO IGNITE,
WE, LIKE HIM, SEE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT COULD BE RIGHT, RIGHT,
I SEE THESE WORDS LIKE BEANNIE SEES LIFE, WITH INSIGHT,

AT THIS VERY MOMENT I'M OVERWHELMED WITH URGE,
BET THIS IS THE SAME FEELING A PARAPLEGIC HAS WHEN APPROACHING HIS FIRST CURB,
I, LIKE HE, IS TRANSLATING PERPLEXING VISIONS INTO FEELINGS WHICH DRIVES THE SURGE,
HE, LIKE WE, WILL OVERCOME OBSTACLES AND ONE DAY EMERGE,
WE, LIKE HIM, WILL ALWAYS BE ON THE VERGE TO PURGE,
I SEE THESE WORDS LIKE A PARAPLEGIC SEES A WHEELCHAIR, WILL DIVERGE....."

Visit

FABLES TALES UNSPOKEN

to read this poem

in it's entirety.