Thursday, September 27, 2007

HNT


I normally don't participate in HNT but since I'm still chasing down escapees...I figured 'what the hell.'

Happy HNT everyone!

Oh and as a side note, our very own Pete will be visiting in just over 2 weeks! He's got haunted houses and roadtrips galore to look forward to...

Monday, September 24, 2007

I've Sprung a Leak


It's true. All those creative bits that bounced around in my head have made a run for it. So here I am, throwing myself at the ground full force in an attempt to capture them before they wriggle free again.
I WILL PREVAIL!!!
Just bear with me while I track the little fuckers down. :o)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Sooooo Busy

To bide me time in regaining my sanity and to save you from boredom...a rerun. But one that will make you smile and make me cringe with embarrassment:

When I stopped by the library to drop off some books Saturday, I noticed they had a big sign outside that said, "Book Sale Downstairs." So I walked through the main foyer over to the open elevator door and breezed in, barely glancing at a sign taped outside of the door.

I settled in and pressed the button for the basement. Nothing happened. I pressed basement floor again...and again, nothing happened. I could feel my face growing red as a few people watched me from the other side of the library. With my dignity on the line, I made a command decision. I pressed the "Close Door" button and figured if it wasn't going to really take me down I could at least hole up for a minute, then hit the "Open Door" button and walk out as I pleased, allowing people to think I'd gone down but returned when I hadn't found what I was looking for.

This seemed brilliant until the doors actually closed and I suddenly remembered the sign outside of the elevator. I had a vague recollection of the words "Don't use" and "Elevator" but damned if I could remember the rest. I closed my eyes and banged my head against the wall. Fuck. What if I'm stuck in this god forsaken box simply because of my pride?

I briefly imagined the beating my dignity was going to take when my rescue by the fire department was broadcast on the five o'clock news. I can just hear the television reporters now, "Ms. Spinster, exactly how was it that you came to be stuck in the elevator? Wasn't there a clearly posted sign that read 'Do not use elevator'? Can you read Ms. Spinster or were you here for their Adult Literacy Program?"

As a last ditch effort to save what was left of my dignity, I said a quick prayer and once again pressed Basement. It wasn't until the elevator actually dinged and lurched downwards that I realized that I had been holding my breath. Within seconds the car came to a stop and hesitantly opened its doors to reveal the Basement floor. I bolted out of the car and made a mad dash back up through the stairwell. I would be damned if I was getting on that elevator again. I paused outside of the exit and collected myself, then ever so cooly, I walked through the door and past the elevators, allowing myself a good look at the sign which actually read, "Do not use elevators in the event of a fire."

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Still

You're right...a tiny, shadowed corner of my heart misses you too.

Yet I'm still reaching blindly into the inky blackness.

Not sure where the light will find me.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Kryptonite

Men have powers.
Not the invisibility or flying kind.
Instead they seem to wield another power...one that influences feelings of great happiness, despair and anger.
They can leave you stewing...frusterated and boiling with so much anger that you want to thump them in the eye.
Then just as quickly there are murmured, "I love yous and I miss yous" and suddenly you find the anger slipping away.
Blurring the line between Nemesis and Hero...

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Run



Sometimes you just want to run away...

And sometimes you just wish there was someone to run away with...

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