Wednesday, April 27, 2011


i sit.
listening to the bruins.
on my left smokes my lil sis CR.
to her left, king, and her let, queen.

the kingdom is tuned to the bruins,
who lead 2-1
earlier, waltzing around the willows
a mandatory trip, that included chinese food.

my tattoo is healing.
i'm happy with it
i have a permanent mark
to remember my 30's ( and my nickname)

pugsley & spazzick
sit puggly in the window
barking @ motorcycles
and the occassional keno player

life is what it is
i don't go around pasting smiles
but life is laughable
and that grace, undeniable

Saturday, April 23, 2011

april 23

with my family.

so drowsy.

life is good.

and i should,

forget the faet that i want my flirtations to call me!

my tattoo,

is not near a shoe,

joyce is tickled

by the thought

of me working

at pioneer house.

what she don't know

that my boy CJ

admires my renaming,

the house of parinoia

two trailor park girls

go round the outside,

one tells the other

to date a guy

the duke is making

me want to be puking

and all the joy i've been getting

is from my peeps the wiccans

the christians have been "holy"

and i shall be singing

the praises of a risen Lord

for years of conquered hearts minds and souls


Thursday, April 21, 2011

i sleep between the Wiccans

i sleep betwix the wiccans

for twighlight is drawing near

i sleep between the wiccans

for there i have no fear

i sleep between the wiccans

to escape two trailer park girls

i sleep betwix the wiccans

so i won't get sucker punched

i sleep between the wiccans

for my weary body to be held

i sleep between the wiccans

for my soul is still a light

i sleep between the wiccans

cause i know no other way

i sleep between the wiccans

for salvation is today


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

3rd tat @ 30

if you know me.
you know i identify with "paix".

it is french for peace...and beyond understanding
god has granted me just that

just for fun GOd added joy.

but i always refer to "paix de crist"

Monday, April 18, 2011


as hope wains for the bruins, hope springs anew for the broken.

my hope is built on NOTHING less than Jesu crist's righteousness.
it is not my righteousness, for i have none. i'm broke& poor, broken, a cracked clay pot.


in the jars of broken vessels made of clay. i'm useful.

my heart laughs with GOd.

my smile exudes my joy.

my mind is clear, and let me lend my ear, to the sweet sweet saintly voices of giggling children, jolly adults, singing women, and peaceful sighs.

in times of trouble, he is the bridge.

in times of darkness, he is the light

in times of despair, he is my hope.

and when he calls, here i am.


Sunday, April 17, 2011

prophetic palm sunday pub crawl dream?

so, being involved with friends that remember the 90's as adults and not teenagers, i'm frequently invited to remember things like clubs/bars that existed before i could legally drink. Bleachers.
there was an annual memorial pub crawl on saturday the 16th of april that celebrated the family of "bleacher creatures". yes, i needed to go, it was but a year ago that becky showed me the wonders of jello shots and i had my first one!
this year was different. almost better, and if these things get better year by year by the time i'm 40 it will be too spectacular.

so, what does prophetic palm pub crawl dream have to do with anything?

let's just share the dream:

in the dream i was in a two level club/bar where people downstairs were dancing to music. a tall new friend of mine was there. he was about 6'4, and there were models dancing with us. but they were all 5'4 to 5' one point in the dream me and my friend and some models went upstairs.there, the friend started making out and having sex with a japanese model in a blue and white dress. he indicated that he wanted me next, i asked him to use condoms, he said he never used condoms. so i went back downstairs and danced. at the end of the dream i saw him again but we didn't talk.

bleachers was a two floor club.