Good Bye 2016, you bittersweet friend


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It’s been a long year . . .

I haven’t written much on this or my other blogs – honestly haven’t been all that inspired most days. But, I am working hard to get my head right – there’s a lot going on up there 🙂

I so appreciate that you keep checking in ❤

Stay tuned . . .

Autumn Leaves – Happy Fall!


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Sept 21 WordPress Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

I enjoy all the seasons, but Autumn is my favorite season of all! I love when the temperatures begin to drop – the air becomes crisp in its feel and its smell. Often the humidity drops, along with the temperature. The days begin to slowly and subtly grow shorter. The leaves change color, providing a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, tans, purples, mixing in with the evergreens. Everything smells different, clean, earthy, fresh.

Windows are opened to air out the house and let the fresh cool air blow in after long hot summers. If cool enough, you can burn a fire – smelling the wood, and feeling the heat, and hearing the crackling and popping. You can smell your neighbors using their fireplaces – nothing like the smell of a wood-burning fire.

My favorite day is a day I can get up and put on a pair of blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt – my favorite attire if truth be told. 😉

Fall not only fills my heart with warmth, it typically rejuvenates me, kind of like a puppy let out during the first cold front! You know how they jump and frolic around, tails wagging, playing with whatever is available, just enjoying the moment? That would be me ☮

 

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I can’t wait!! 🙂

The Past is the Past


Sometimes through our memories and those that we share them with, the past feels alive again, and it can be exciting. After a while though, the fire burns down, and all that is left is the glowing embers of the memories, warm, cozy, and fuzzy around the edges. Through that set of rose-colored glasses, everything looks better than it was. Discovering new information about the past, the storylines in your head begin. You start rewriting scenarios, and what-ifing, what could have been, what might have been. Thoughts flash through your head that seem could have been plausible, but deep down, you know they probably weren’t. You get caught up in it for a time, but then you realize, it really is just sweet memories from the past. And the past is the past . . .

But what if some day it isn’t?

Cream Horn Orgasms for Your Mouth


WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST JUNK FOOD WEAKNESS? TELL US ALL ABOUT IT IN ITS SUGARY, SALTY, GLORY.

 

When I lived in the Ozarks, there was grocery store named Smitty’s. Like many grocery stores, it had a bakery. One of the treats they offered was cream horns. These weren’t just your average run-of-the-mill cream horns. They were easily six inches long, and filled with the smoothest subtlest vanilla cream with the perfect consistency and smoothness – but not like whipped cream or pudding. Typically, cream horns are a bit firm and flaky, but the firmness of the pastry makes them appear a bit stale at times. The pastry for Smitty’s cream horns was flaky, but tender.

When you bit into these babies there was a slight crunch, and then tender flaky pastry that then began melting in your mouth, with this glorious sweet slightly vanilla flavored cream. Yes, I was in love! In my opinion, these were like an orgasm for your mouth and taste buds – and that’s exactly how I described them.

When we moved from there, over 800 miles away, whenever we went back to the area to visit, we always stopped at Smitty’s for my mouth orgasms. There were a few times I even had a good friend mail me a half-dozen at a time. I will admit, blushing just a tad, I did put on a few extra pounds when I lived there and could get those joys for my mouth on a regular basis 🙂

 

Not sure if I will manage a poem today for NaPoWriMo – wanted to do something different. This piece is in response to The Daily Post Prompt Junk Food Junkie.

 

What If . . . ? (Twenty Questions NaPoWriMo Writing Prompt )


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What if I hadn’t called him?

What if he’d called me back?

What if I’d handled some things in my life differently?

What if I was someone else?

What if the sun doesn’t come up tomorrow morning? What if it never set?

What if time stopped? What if it were turned back?

What if God didn’t love me?

What if my guardian angels quit?

What if I didn’t wake up in the morning? What if I never existed?

What if I was granted second-sight?

What if I didn’t like what I saw? Then again, what if I did?

What if I’d never had the pleasure of making love?

What if I hadn’t been blessed with my child?

What if my marriage fails? What if our relationship disintegrates?

What if I won the lottery?!

What if I didn’t care?

What if I didn’t ‘what if’ all the time?

What if I was happy and satisfied?

What if my life was a disaster?

What if I was rich and famous? What if I had no friends?

What if I had no future? What if I had no plans?

What if I lost twenty pounds? What if I gained thirty?

What if I dyed my hair red? What if it turns gray?

What if I didn’t know what I know about the past?

What if he hadn’t told me how he really felt?

What if I died without knowing these things?

What if someone special hadn’t died? What if someone else had?

What if . . . what if . . . what if …?

What if my life amazes me and I amaze myself?

I can live without knowing all these things, as I have no choice!

 

©2014

Mind’s on Rewind ;-)


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Writing prompt:  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/cant-get-it-out-of-my-head/ 

 

It was an innocent enough comment.

We all say it from time to time, some form or fashion.

Why it stuck in my mind, I don’t know –

But now I can’t get it to go . . .  . . .  . . . away.

 

Can’t get the thought of you in the shower out of my mind.

Why am I thinking of you – why am I, why??

Got another woman right here looking me in the eye.

Can’t even pay attention to what she’s saying, my mind’s on rewind.

 

Why you invading my thoughts, changing my perspective?

You get in my way, change my direction.

I got things to do & places to go,

Not thinking about you wet and . . .  . . .  . . . well slow . . .

 

Can’t get the thought of you in the shower out of my mind.

Why am I thinking of you – why am I, why??

Got another woman right now looking me in the eye.

Can’t even pay attention to what she’s saying, my mind’s on rewind.

 

©2014

 

 

Easier To See


 

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Lately it’s been easy for me to put myself inside someone else’s head —

Maybe cause it’s easier to think like them than like me.

My world’s pretty complicated these days —

Looking through someone else’s’ eyes it’s easier to see.

 

©2014

☮ ~ Sixties Retro ~ ☮


 

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Peace signs

Hookah pipes

Black licorice and

Lemon drops

Cinnamon discs

Smiley faces

Patchouli incense

Wide open spaces

Bell bottom jeans

White gauze shirts

Colorful love beads

Long flowing skirts

VW Bugs

Chevy Vans

Long-haired hippies

Acid-rock bands

Civil rights

Black and white

Living together

Birds of a feather

The sixties –a magical transformative time!

©2014

I Missed It


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You’re still in my dreams at times

Though not as often as before

Maybe I don’t need you or

The thought of you anymore.

 

Though you’re always there

In the background, I’ll never forget

How you affected me and changed

The way I thought of myself.

 

Sometimes I miss that.

 

And more than anything . . .

I wish I would’ve kissed you just once.

You’re voluptuous full lips on mine

They had to be soft and sweet.

 

©2014

Spring Haiku


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Rites of spring are here

Butterflies are fluttering

Trees are breathing new

©2014

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