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Welcome to Ari-Wood. Step right up and see the sights. To your left, you will see the delicate fragility of fairy land. On the right, watch out for the fiery dragons. For your safety, we recommend you stay on the path and don't stray into the netherworlds of risk and chance. Alternatively, perhaps you like the benefits that go along with taking that chance..........
All rights to the poetry and stories in Ari-Wood
belong exclusively to the author.
That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
Is requested to leave.
The stories and poems encased in this crystal blog are written from my own imagination and in no way are intended to be viewed as written to any specific person unless I specifically state that it is.
My heart is a book which you leaf through as simply as the pages of this blog..
Antiqued an worn
The words bleed
From a hidden place
Deep within my chapters
Where only one can see
And whispering spirits tarry
Frayed are my edges
Yet my gliding
Remains beautiful
Not a mere ornament
But a testament to the tooling
Which has geared my life
Sown tightly is my binding
I have weathered the years
I shine with wisdom an character
Like no other book
Yet my cover bares the marks
Of ordinary use
Turn my pages lightly
And you shall read
My hued memories
Of dreams and dreaminess
Of times and timelessness
Of lives and liveliness
Upon my inner pages
Are scribbled
Achromatic dreams
My love
My hopes
My life
You are such a treasured book
All my love, Sister of my heart
(Written by a special sister of my heart...MsAlchemy2...a special gift...I wanted to share.)
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| Shattering |
Oct 11, 2007 10:46 pm
751 Views |  | I watch you through the pane of glass.
Fingers to fingers we smile
Through a mist of tears;
Wishing I could hold you always
Within my sheltering arms.
Take with you my heart.
Smoke dances high as the steam builds,
Time comes too quickly, too soon;
I am not prepared.
Hold back pain's shattering edges;
It slices me already.
Blood slowly seeping
From a dozen newly-cut wounds;
Your eyes, leaking crystal drops...
My soul tastes their scars.
Photograph upon barren walls;
Single brilliant memory.
Were you but a dream? |
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| The Wind's Words |
Oct 11, 2007 9:30 pm
840 Views | The wind whispered to me as I awoke this morning. I can barely hear it in my bedroom, particularly since I have such a tiny window. It whispered of dreams that have been mine always. It whispered to me that I should listen to the words given me in the night. I knew whereof it spoke, yet I chose to push the words away from me. I went about my day refusing to hear.
A few short minutes to run fingers through my hair and brush my teeth. Heat a cup of coffee in the microwave and take it out to the back porch. I set the coffee on the grill and take a few minutes to do a simplified version of my quigong workout. Lately...I have been rising late and missing the workout. Today I had a little time...but very little.
I greet the day before it is fully a day. It is dark and the darkness allows me to hide from the words the wind whispers so impatiently. I know the Lady would have me hear her...yet I steadfastly plug my ears. The workout has little value when I am resisting opening fully.
I stand a minute and drink my coffee listening to the sound of my neighbor's horses moving about. Still the rooster has not crowed and daylight is at least an hour away. A glance at my watch assures me that I must hurry to be at work on time.
I wash my face in crisp, cold water and put a quick mist of lotion on it...change swiftly...and out the door. It takes so little for me to be ready for work. I like it this way.
The wind whistles louder against the truck as I drive to work. I turn on the heat to avoid the sound...and then the radio...but the music playing hurts my head and I do not leave it on. I hear the whistling louder in the air blowing through the vents, and as I shiver, I realize I have turned the cold air on. A quick switch and the air begins to warm. It is but 30 degrees when I leave for work...cold air is not an asset.
It is only five miles from my house to my office, yet the office is nestled at the base of the mountains...well...I would not call them mountains, but....we have a great deal of wind whistling through the valley we live and work within. As I step down from the truck, the wind whips my hair around my face and harshly pushes me away from the vehicle. I am the first one here...I often am.
I pause for a moment and stand before the building, head bent, listening to the voice of the wind...the voice I had worked so hard to ignore. I know that if I refuse to hear her, she will grow louder until I cannot deny her.
"Why do you choose not to hear me, child?"
"I know what you will speak of. I do not want to know it."
"How can you know my words before I speak them to you?"
"You sent them to me in the night. I heard you clearly. I do not wish to acknowledge them."
"Think you that you may choose those words you wish not to hear?"
"I think that I may try. I am sure you will insist I open my heart to you eventually."
"I may not insist. You must choose to hear me."
"And if I choose to not hear you?"
"I will no longer speak until you choose to be open."
"It is as I thought."
"The choice is yours, child."
"I will hear you."
"Of what did you dream?"
"Of numbers dancing across a page."
"Numbers. What were the numbers?"
"They were many and varied. They were from several countries, and had varied appearances, but all had tears falling."
"And know you the meaning of the numbers?"
"I do. I choose not to acknowledge the meaning."
"Child, ignoring the truth does not change the fact that it is truth."
"I recognize this. But knowing the truth is frequently painful. I do not choose pain at this moment in time."
"You would rather choose ignorance?"
"Perhaps...for a time."
"And will time diminish the pain?"
"It will increase the pain. I acknowledge this."
"It will be as you choose."
"Lady?"
"Yes, child?"
I whisper in my head as I ask..."Will it always be thus?"
"So long as you refuse to see what your heart tells you is there."
"How may I know the path to take?"
"Trust always your heart, little one. It will not lead you astray. It knows the path."
"Lady?"
"Yes."
"I am but a number. One number of many. It...broke my confidence to know it."
"Many things will break your confidence. Many things will hurt your heart. It is how you respond to these things...how they alter you...that changes your pace on the path."
"I am not ready, Lady."
"Only you can choose the timing, little one. But if you choose it not, it cannot come to you."
And so began my day....one number in the midst of countless numbers. I choose...not to be a number. | |
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| Aritopia |
Oct 10, 2007 9:22 pm
1114 Views |  | The room stills as the Amazonian Warrior Goddess strides to the foreground and addresses the women gathered there. Placing her hands on her hips, she does not smile at her cohorts in crime before she speaks. There is tension in the room as the warrior maidens wait for news.
"My Ladies...it is to my great shame that I must tell you there are no longer men remaining in Aritopia. You have worn them out and the last one...collapsed... mere minutes ago." She coughed and turned her head slightly as she smiled a delicate smile in remembrance of the manner of his passing. "I must admit, we have enjoyed....their abilities...however, they were unable to keep pace with us. It behooves us to seek out men capable of satisfying our...appetites."
A murmur of agreement swept the room and the women nodded to one another. Each had experienced the discomfort as her final lover had expired from exhaustion.
"It is, therefore, my intention to form an intergalactic web-site for the express purpose of attracting men from another....world...to attend to our needs. It is my sincere...and anticipated...hope...that we will soon be well-stocked with a new supply of eager candidates...and never again will we hunger for satisfaction. We will begin by targeting one specific planet. The planet Earth is crawling with men who hunger as we do, for fulfillment. We will establish a test station on that planet."
"Ladies, I would remind you, we will have to be crafty as we proceed. These men have short attention spans, so ensure you are not wordy. They do not understand the obscure references, so please...don't confuse them. They have one brain cell and they store it between their legs. Use caution as you approach this location. The brain cell has one thought continually flooding it with input. As much as we wish to capture...I mean...captivate...these new love slaves...we do not wish to be captured ourselves."
"I present to you....Friendfinder. My Ladies...proceed with caution...and bring back your potential candidates. We would see Aritopia flourish....and no further unhappily dissatisfied warriors. If you have need of assistance, you may leave a message here...or with the Cat Maiden. We will ensure no man escapes our service."
The Warrior Maidens are swift to praise the Goddess as she seats herself behind the Cat Maiden and watches her begin the assault.... |
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| Healing Steps |
Oct 9, 2007 10:48 pm
1309 Views | I have no idea where I'm going with this, so just bear with me as I ramble. All I know is the beginning...
Have you ever held a cat who believes he is yours? When anyone else holds or pets the cat, he purrs and rubs against them. When you hold the cat, he makes a peculiar love sound and pushes against you hard as if to say...I want to be closer to you. I love the sound Pudge makes when I rub his ears. He makes that funny high pitched noise that he only ever uses when I pet him. He's been my cat since the minute I picked him up at the breeder's house...and he bit my finger.
Everything and everyone in my life is unique and wonderful. Don't be offended...but I select my friends much as I select my animals...for the unique qualities they bring to the friendship. My dog thinks he can talk...and will often spend hours carrying on a conversation with me. Sometimes I can almost hear the naughty things he says...like...just let me in the friggin house and don't make me talk to get in.
One of my cockatiels was in love with the dog. My Lady, he would groom that dog for hours..and wolf-whistle in his ears. The other thought my hair was her personal nest. That got a bit annoying cause her toenails scratched. My cockatoo doesn't allow anyone near her...but she will bend down and give you kisses...and very gently take sunflower seeds from your hand. Each one unique...atypical for their species..and definitely fitting into my crazy household.
My friends are very like that. I don't go looking for people who are different...but people who are different call out to me. Kelly...who calls herself abnormally normal...is an ancient soul who has more wisdom in her BIG toe than I have in my whole body. She is my teacher. She partially knows that. Cat, who is an equally ancient soul with so much insight into where we've been...and where we're going. She is the one who draws. Carolyn, who is a very young and uncertain soul still finding her path...is one of my best friends for her outrageous sense of humor...which I share in fully. Michelle, who is the softest, gentlest person I've ever met in my life...with a spine of sheer steel...and a heart of pure gold. I'm not going to list every friend...or each of the things that makes them special...it was the point I wanted to make.
We are, each and every one of us, unique and different. We respond differently to the same stimulus...although we may respond similarly...wouldn't the world be a boring place if we were all the same?
There are pieces, though, that we have in common; steps, if you will, that we must take to heal ourselves. When life hurts us...we must accept that it has happened...whether or not we choose to do so...we must accept it. Denial holds us bound in that pain for a very long time. We must examine the pain and determine our own culpability for what happened. That's a lot harder to do.
When I got divorced, it was easy for everyone to see why I divorced my husband. Yet...a part of my healing was to understand that no matter what I did...I could not be what he wanted. I could not give him what he needed. There were times I chose to not be what he wished me to be. There were also times I said exactly the right thing to prolong an argument...knowing it would spur exactly the response he gave me. Was it intentional? Hell no. I didn't want to be hit or screamed at or called names or have my home destroyed. But...even unintentionally...I contributed to the break up of my marriage. And I had to accept responsibility for that.
Yes, I wondered what I could have done differently. Well, I could have left years earlier when the abuse was new...or any time in the interim. But I was too scared to do so. I could have given even more of myself...but I had already lost myself in the marriage. I could have given less of myself. That was probably my best option because in my own way...by giving all I had...I taught him to be dependant on me. I could have varied the words I used in an argument...which I eventually learned...and I found he did not know how to respond to the variation...and the argument often died. My choices...my responsibility.
Once I had accepted responsibility...I also had to look at exactly what part of the failure he had caused...without making it MY fault...which is very difficult for me. It was a lot of work to sit down and realize that he had never wanted the marriage to work...I was just...the most convenient..you'll pardon my language...piece of azz available for his occasional needs. Easier to keep me than to keep looking. Hey...I'm being honest here, not criticizing myself. It was difficult to accept that he hit me because he chose to hit me. I didn't do anything to earn it...I worked hard to be a good wife...but I could never have pleased him...because I wasn't what he needed in his life. Reality....I was the wrong wife for this man. He was the wrong husband for me.
So now I know....my part, his part...it happened, it's over. What now? Where do I go from here? Well, one of the pieces we know...but don't often practice...is that we lose the essence of ourselves in a marriage. We try so hard to be part of a couple...that we often bury our own tastes in those of our partner.
So...my husband loved french toast. I like guest-house eggs. I learned to like french toast for ease. He loved oatmeal, I won't eat the yucky paste. He learned to cook his own...lol...hmmm..
I like the house cool...he likes it at 90 degrees. He learned to appreciate cool air in order to avoid a whiny Ari...and huge utility bills. I like to put money in the bank, he likes to spend it. I learned to be a bit freer with money so he would be happy. By the time we'd gotten through 18 years together...this was who we were. We had shared tastes, but very few of our own.
The first thing we have to do...is find out who we are. We aren't that teenager who got married...we've changed a lot since then. We also are no longer half of that married coupld.
So...now I eat hard boiled eggs, I keep my house between 66 and 69 degrees, I put money in the bank as I choose...although I had gone without for a long time...so I also learned to buy things...just because I like them. Sometimes too many things. I take vacations alone...I go on long drives alone...I'm not afraid to go for a long walk in the mountains alone...I drive very damn fast if I want to. These are things I like to do...the woman I am today...not the 17 year old who moved in with my husband....and not my husband's wife...Ari.
It isn't just about food...it's how I like my house decorated...it's how I like to have people be treated in my presence. It's having friends over..or not having friends over. It's where I like to go to take a walk...or a drive. It's what movies I like to watch. I, I, I...me, me, me. Until I know me...I can't offer me to you...cause there is no me.
Until we know who we are...and what we do or don't like in our lives...we can barely move on because we are always looking to others to complete us...to tell us what we like. I can't tell you that you WILL like blackened chicken. I can tell you that you'll occasionally have it for dinner in my house...or you'll learn to make something you like on those nights...cause I won't give me up totally again. I don't want you to give up you. Now that you are finding you...you need to love you...and keep you...and want you.
That doesn't mean you can't love someone else...but it makes it harder...because until you know who you are...and what you want or don't want...you really don't know what you will or won't accept in a relationship. That's your next step. I learned that I can deal with anger and tempers...but I will not allow a man to tower over me, threaten me, attempt to intimidate me...or hit me. I learned that I love laughter in my house. I learned that I am not a dead-silent person who only speaks in whispers with my eyes cast down. I won't ever be with a man I have to act that way around again. I like to dance...even if it's just the two of us in the living room...it is sharing space...touching...it is closeness. I want to get out of the house once in awhile...I'll never be a prisoner again..or afraid to bring friends home. Sex is an important part of my life...I'm not interested in once every three or four weeks.
You get the picture. Now you know who you are...and what you want in a relationship...now you are ready to consider exploring real and fulfilling relationships. It doesn't mean you can't have been exploring one all this time...as long as you accept that each of you will be changing during that time...and you may not want the same things when you are done. That can leave one or both of you very hurt. But..if you are going to explore a relationship...explore one relationship. Remember how you would feel if you had to share your partner with three other people.
So...explore away...remember that no partnership is ever perfect...there are lots of things to be melded...there are lots of things that will be discarded about each of you. That's how it is when we build a new relatioship...but now you have a better feel for what you can comfortably discard or share.
Remember that relationships don't just happen...we have to work at them. We have to remember to appreciate each other...frequently. "Honey, dinner was wonderful" and a kiss. "Sweetheart, thanks for taking out the trash"...give him a hug. We all want to be loved and appreciated...and more relationships are lost through complacency than any other failing. Take the time to do those things you did while you were dating. Sit on the couch and hold each other. Keep those feelings of love and freshness...romance...open, warm, ongoing...find things to talk about every single day...keep the lines of communication wide open. I guarantee..the relationship can only benefit from it. | |
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| Why Can't We Think...Before We Act? |
Oct 9, 2007 10:47 am
1123 Views | There are people here who take pleasure in hurting others. Not many, but enough. People who will cast doubt and aspersion where ever they can. There are also people who think they are being helpful…but really shouldn’t interfere in what they don’t know the details of. Remembering that each of us here has a past we are healing from might make us consider before we tell someone else things we know will hurt them…particularly when we do not know if they are true. Being aware of this might help us to not react in a hasty or poorly considered manner.
But sometimes…we do anyway. Sometimes we speak before we consider the impact of the words. Sometimes we put our immediate thoughts into words without considering how we will feel tomorrow…when perhaps we’ve had time to think through our reactions.
Someone hurt me yesterday, quite badly. The pain from their words stunned me, but I did not believe until I had done some checking into them. It is amazing how easily we can convince ourselves that words mean whatever we expect them to mean when we are hurting. In my own inimical fashion, I lashed out from the pain and hurt someone else.
I am not proud of my actions, nor can I take them back. Which I guess is the point of this post.
My reaction is not the “fault” of the other person…I chose my words and I chose my reaction. I chose to react with immediacy even knowing that I am inclined to be hot-headed when I do so. My choices. I can’t fix them. They are done and out there and what will come of them, will come of them. I can’t ever take it back. I can’t ever expect the person I hurt to care about my reasons. My choice.
I wish we would think about our choices before we make them. The person I hurt did not deserve what was done to them. So…look at the chain and think about it.
You sent me an email meant to warn me. I was an innocent in this until I got your email…which caused me pain. In my pain, I treated someone else badly. They were an innocent until they were damaged by my actions. Tell me…was it worth it? And do we keep passing it forward? Or do we learn…to stop…think…cool down…and then review the situation again before reacting.
I certainly hope I learn from this…because the person I hurt most out of all of this…was me. Long after the person I hurt has recovered from my words…I will still remember them…remember what I did…and remember what I gave up. And I can only blame myself for that. | |
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| Do You? |
Oct 8, 2007 10:20 pm
1080 Views | Eloquent gestures
As words filter through
The channels of my dreams
I see you there
Standing in the doorway
Wait for me to beckon to you
Do you know?
Can you feel the heat
That elemental need you bring to me
Before you touch me
I am yours
Before you speak
I hear your love
Before you move
I feel your touch
Do you sense
The vibration of my desire
As I gaze into eyes
Soft, sensual, passionate
Before you touch me
I resonate
Before you speak
I yearn for you
Before you move
I tremble in need
Do you want?
The fulfillment of the senses
As you lay beneath me
Touching, tentative, stroking
Before you touched
I begged
Before you spoke
I purred
Before you moved
I reached
Drew you into me
With all you give to me... | |
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| My MySpace Surprise |
Oct 8, 2007 8:05 pm
1038 Views | Ok...I have to share this cause it touched my heart so much...and firmed my resolve never to tell my daughter about my father. You know, Tia was never allowed to be alone with him...and never had a reason to know about my wonderful 17 years with him.
Tonight Tiana sent me an email that she wanted me to Add her to my MySpace account. Of course I did...which means I'll prolly be at MySpace more often than NEVER!!!!!! lol...
I went to look at her profile and I love the wedding pic she posted...but then I saw this:
Tiana
"The Future Depends On What We Do In The Present - Mahatma Gandhi"
Tiana's Interests
General CARS!!!! I love cars, building them, driving them, looking at them.... I am a turtle freak... It is my native american totem. They are amazingly resilient and graceful creatures. Books, do I have to say more? Beautiful things, including, waterfalls, animals, clouds, scenery, and people....
Music I love all music. Some music speaks to the soul and some just speak to your feet. But all in all whoever came up with music was a genius.
Movies There are too many. If I listed by movie category my list would still be too long. One that comes to mind right away though is Because I Said So. I think any Mother and any Daughter should see this movie. It is true of most mother daughter relationships.
Television Again, there are too many to list. I love That 70's Show, Grey's Anatomy, Bones, House, Weeds, Heroes, and Ugly Betty. If I forgot any, well, there are just so many!!!
Books I am an avid reader. The greatest books are the ones that leave you with a warm feeling in your heart at the end.
Heroes My Grandfather, though it has been 13 years since he passed away, he will always be my hero. My Mother, she has overcome some many challenges in her life and so much criticism. Yet she can still manage to laugh and enjoy life.
So...I can't see me ever telling her that her Grandfather was a monster....and she simply made my whole night when she said I was one of her heroes. What a perfect gift...for a perfectly awful day.
Now I'm going to have to watch that movie. *sighs
I do love you, baby girl. | |
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| I Need Advice from my Lady Friends....Please.... |
Oct 8, 2007 7:51 pm
1154 Views | I am so ashamed of myself...and I don't know what to do to fix it. Have you ever done something quite reprehensible...and then been stuck with it because all the options are bad?
So...let me tell you a story...and then I'll tell you a story...lol...
There is a guy here in Soda who has been asking me out for the past...hmmm...four? five? years. Now, I've told him no every time he's asked me out. Don't get me wrong, he seems like a really nice guy...and he has a smile that lights up the room...it's so much like a kid.
But...he's also the most needy man I've ever met. He goes from woman to woman as fast as he can...and when one stops seeing him...he's immediately "in love with" another. Not interested, thanks.
I did try...at one time...to find out if there was anything I would be interested in. His life is work, fishing, and visiting his co-workers for beer on his days off. Hmmmm...exciting. That's ok for him...but really not me.
Ok...this is naughty, but I loved it, so...his first wife told a friend of mine that I should go out with him...he's really, really nice. But...I should be careful cause he's so well-endowed it hurts. Well now...hmmm...let me think about this a few minutes...hold on...still thinking. The only man I've ever been with was...not...you know?
You know...sometimes when we don't know what to make of what we're told...we turn to our girlfriends. I told Kelly what I was told...she sent me a sequined tape measure so I could be sure. lol....ummm...no...thanks..
In the past four years, he got married again. The marriage might have lasted three months (which is not atypical here). His second wife divorced him cause he wouldn't do anything to help her around the property. Been there, done that...not interested.
When he's been busy asking me out, he gained the reputation as my "shadow" and my "stalker". I couldn't walk out of my office without him being there waiting for me. If I did the road clean-up...he walked right along side me...for hours...and never spoke a word. Made me a bit uncomfortable. When I went anywhere in town...he showed up within minutes.
So...here's the second story. I did something really...bad....today. Have you ever been so mad you just cried in frustration? I did that. I was mad and hurt and crying. And guess who stopped by my office? To ask me out. And I said yes.
And now I want to call him up and say...I was delirious. I was sick....I was out of my head with unhappiness.
OMG...I have a date this weekend...with the one guy I least want to have one with. Ok...with the second guy I least want to have one with. How do I get out of this without hurting him? How do I go on a date with him when I know I really don't want to...and I'm really not interested?
What the hell have I done? Next time I have a temper tantrum...could someone gag me? | |
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| Karaoke |
Oct 8, 2007 4:57 pm
854 Views | So...I'm thinking about doing another karaoke. Usually, we don't have enough time to plan it out and get the info out to everyone, so this time I'm planning it well in advance.
I can't do this coming weekend....but somewhere in the subsequent weeks. So...y'all give me dates you can make it...and we'll go with the date most people can manage. I prefer Saturday nights, but we can do Fridays if that is the preference. Starting time is always somewhere between 6 and 7 pm Idaho time...which is 5-6 California time and 8-10 New York time...but you can join us at any time you like...we often don't stop until....hmmm...at least midnight to 1 a.m. my time.
Everyone is welcome to join us. It is really simple. You only need to have a headset and mic...and an upgraded connection to the Y. I set up a conference and bring everyone in...and voila...we have an online karaoke.
There are no rules...and no one ever has to sing...although we will harass you if you choose not to. We love good jokes and good conversation. It is a great way to get to know one another...and to hear each other's voices...to have an additional input into who and what we are.
Be prepared...we are naughty and playful. We harass one another unmercifully...and we have a wonderful and memorable time. The more people we have...the more fun we have.
So won't you let us know what day works for you...and that you want to join us? I promise...it's an experience to remember. | |
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| Dan's Play Along |
Oct 8, 2007 3:10 pm
731 Views | Were you named after anyone?
Actually...yes. My original first name was Ruth...which means I was named after every first daughter of every first daughter a long way back in my family. I had my name changed and my daughter chose my new name...naming me after a fairy sculpture she found.
When was the last time you cried?
This morning. That's pretty unusual for me.
Do you like your handwriting?
Yes, although I tend to be artistic with it, so it's always changing.
What is your favorite lunch meat?
Blackened chicken
Do you have kids?
I have a 24 year old daughter
If you have another person, would you be friends with you?
Prolly not...I'm hard to tolerate...lol...
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yes, but usually lightheartedly
Do you still have your tonsils?
Yes
Would you bungee jump?
Not no, but hell no. I'm terrified of heights...it would take a lot to get me to do it...but I'd love to try hang gliding...go figure.
What is your favorite cereal?
Cocoa Pebbles...or Grape Nuts
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Not if I can avoid it.
Do you think you are strong?
Physically...yes. Emotionally...I don't think so.
What is your favorite ice cream?
Capuccino or coffee flavor...and I love it with caramel or chocolate...
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes..and whether or not their expressions are reflected in their eyes.
Red or Pink?
Ick. Periwinkle and sea-foam green
What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
Hmmm...the little scar on my cheek...or my big feet.
What do you miss the most?
Huh...sex...or someone to spend time with...either or
What color pants and shoes are you wearing?
Camel slacks and white sandals
What are you listening to right now?
Gary Stadler and Stephanie - Fairy Heart Songs
If you were a crayon what color would be?
Periwinkle
Favorite smells?
Lavender
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
My brother.
Hair color and length?
Dark brown with red highlights...base of my neck
Eye color? Mossy green
Do you wear contacts? Glasses for detailed or fine reading. I can't wear contacts because of my blind right eye.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary as in psychological twist...but I prefer no blood or graphic violence.
Last movie you watched?
Awakenings
What color shirt are you wearing? Camel
What was the last thing you ate?
Lunch - half a Montana Panini
Favorite sports to watch? Gymnastics
Favorite food? Chinese, cajun, spicy mexican
Favorite sounds? Sound of the ocean, sound of waterfalls, any sound of water...or wind blowing the chimes in my backyard.
The furthest you have been from home?
Germany | |
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