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isn't everything ever 

wanted 

and everythings yet to be 

created in a flow…

Since this is my first writing on this site, I've decided to accept the 'Sleep Is...' challenge in August 2010.

      Sleep is sleep. It is where most animals and people find solace from the busy world around them. Animals hunt for hours on end to feed themselves and their young. Not only do they have to worry about food, but about shelter and safety. A lioness's primary job is to protect her cubs from the harsh environment of the savannah. Such details of the harshness…

I tend to write a LOT about my dad.  It isn't that I loved my mother less, but more that I loved my dad in a whole and complete way that my mom wouldn't have cared for.  She was a bit more aloof and saved her love for special moments.  Daddy just loved.  Straight up, in your face, like it or not.  Love.  And he was…

If you look closely

Through every tear

There is a memory

Some good, some bad

But for each tear I cry

A part of me is there for you to see

The same is true for every smile

Every time I…

My eyes open within my heart,

The veils of illusion fall away,

My Vision shoots through

My head

Peering into the Void

I see myself as I have

Never seen myself

There, Up in the

Cradle of…

I had a dream my family was spread across land and sea

They were of every race and creed

Some as black as velvet night

Others as pale as the brightest sunlight

A vast bounty of mountains and terrain between

Still we can feel our hearts sight unseen

Providing care for the young and old

Giving food and shelter…

Knowing how I like my eggs (over easy) I believe that an egg cooked on today's sidewalk, would be grossly overcooked!  That being said, it is wayyyy to hot too heat up your kitchen on a day like today!  If you have some leftover pasta hanging out in your refrig, this recipe is for you.  Most of the ingredients can be found in your produce and deli aisle, making it a perfect summer meal.

Tonight, I'm doing a variation on this, as try to reduce red meat in our diet. …

When you look into my eyes

Do you see the tears I shed for you?

The eyes are the windows to the soul

Or so I'm told

So if you look into mine

What do you see?

I am bad with direct eye contact…

5:04 P.M.

Says the clock on the wall

Wednesday, June 8th, 2011

My calendar lets me know

So why are you still thinking about all of those yesterdays?

If I could find the sands of time

And take back what once was…

I didn't attend my parents' wedding, but the stories are too fun not to share! 

First - the dress. Every woman has their perfect dress in mind. It's beautiful, fits perfectly, and usually costs a fortune. My mom was a size 0, and assumed it would be easy to find the perfect gown.

... Not so much. The only dress she could find to fit well came from a Sears catalog. Seriously. 

My mom loves lace. So she got a wedding dress with lace on…

I reach out my hand to you

You take it and smile that lazy smile

Each time you look at me

I find my breath taken away

It's amazing the power your look & touch have over me

Things started out so strong

With so much promise and hope for a wonderful future

The feelings we have for one another have…

Probably not quite as weird as some (like the one we went to where the bride's large portrait was featured in front of the appetizer table), but there was one...the bride forgot her slip, but the minister wouldn't let her run home to get it.  Might not have mattered with a "normal" wedding gown, but this was gauze...  He was probably just concerned that the wedding might "run over" - not good since he'd decided to squeeze this young…

Maybe it was only weird because I didn't know anyone except my husband and the groom.  Or maybe it was only weird because it was the only Native American ceremony I'd ever been to.  Or maybe it was only weird because we'd driven around lost for 45 minutes knowing that the wedding wasn't going to start till we got there and that when we finally did get there we would be the reason for the delay.  Or maybe it wasn't weird at…

So many smiles on their faces

Not a word spoken of the dark places

Gathered quietly at the lost and found

Waiting patiently not making a sound

The train arrives and the doors open wide

Arms held out for the loved ones who've arrived

Tear stained faces show how much they were missed

Soldiers finally getting that…

My father was not a poet and not the type to go around quoting poetry. But for some reason, every Memorial Day he would recite this poem from memory. He was born just after World War I ended, and he was a  World War II Vet himself. He never said why he liked or recited this poem, but he used to always bring me a Poppy on Memorial Day that he got from his VFW post. So, I just thought I'd post it up, in order  that we could all remember the enormous amount of sacrifice that has been put forth…