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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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Won't You Join Us? Jul 12, 2008 6:54 am
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So...we haven't done a karaoke/get together lately.....and I know it's short notice, but I'm wondering if anyone would like to get together tonight around 7....oh yeah...Mountain time...that makes it 6 in Oregon, Flo....9 in Pennsylvania for MrsArt....and I have no idea what time it will be for anyone else.

Our get togethers are a trip into laughter and playing....sometimes people will sing for us and we love that....sometimes they won't and we'll just have fun visiting. Everyone is welcome....always. We set up a conference at the Y....as long as I have contact information, that's pretty easy. All you have to do is send that info to Ari_Fairy_Woods and we're good to go.

Won't you join us? It's always good for a wonderful evening of sharing with some of the most wonderful people here....and listening to everyone's voices....is amazing.....
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Nightmare Dreamscapes Jul 8, 2008 2:13 am
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Laughter rolls off your lips as you turn within the arms of one who lights your world with love and laughter. You look into his eyes and see the pleasure which fulfills your soul and then the flash of something silver. There is no pleasure, only pain as you twist against the searing in your skin and bitter screams resound within your head. They do not cease but fling you forward from your sleep with only the memory of the joy in his eyes....and the pain in your heart.

I waken to the sound of screaming and realize in disquiet that it is me. Heart racing, I throw myself up from the bed and I am disoriented as I think first that I must silence the screams and end the fear. It is time to rise and work on the house...oh no, it is a work day and I have risen late. What knife penetrated my back as I lay sleeping? Just a work day, am I truly late? It's 2:28 and I have awakened in the night because....I am dead.

Rising from the bed I try not to think of what has passed through my sleeping thoughts. A cup of coffee sounds wonderful and it takes very little effort to pour a cup and place it in the microwave. Such a reassuring shade of blood that curls within the coffee cup covered with hearts. My heart is shattered and bleeding upon the bed and in his arms I lay dying; one last gaze into eyes gone flat and empty. There is no life behind them. Search though I might, there is no joy within them.

I'll eat a cracker, it will bring me out from the discomfort of the dream. It is not that I can see this thing happening, although, I wonder if that is entirely true, but that I do not wish to remember even the night-spun fantasy.

"Most people say their dreams intensify and become much more vivid."

"I'm not sure I need to have more vivid dreams....they are already vivid enough."

"The dreams are typically not violent or disturbing in any way. The most common side effect is the enhancement of the fantasy world. Basically, most people experience more intense erotic dreams."

"You have no clue."

"It's not going to hurt you, Ari."

The heat of the coffee stings my lips as I sip from the cup. No longer blood, but the drink is...still disquieting to my exhausted body. The sense of security I had gone to bed with is not only disrupted but totally gone. Check the locks on each of the doors.

My heart breaks as I remember barely heard laughter in the midst of all the screaming in my head. What kind of animal laughs as it feasts upon the deaths of its prey? I have that sense of being prey.

Just a dream. It was just a dream. Let it go. Blood pooling on the clean white cotton sheets until there is little trace of the white. It was just a dream. Take another drink of the coffee.

So bitter it tastes. I don't want more.

Let your mind wake up completely. It will soon go away and be forgotten in the mists of the night.

I woke up screaming. I still feel the echoes of the screams inside my heart.

You are just fine. Wake up, little one. Wake up.

I'll write it out so it leaves my soul and I no longer need to think on it.

And words upon the page as my thoughts are poured from my mind onto a pristine page of blog. I do not want to see them ever again, yet they will be memorialized. How then did this help me?

Let it rush from you and fill every space except those within your mind.

I cannot feel him in my world.

You have blocked yourself from all feeling except the fear, the pain, the rage. Let go the emotions and reach out to feel him. He is fine. You are fine. All is well and you have wakened, no longer dead.

How can I be no longer dead? I am no longer dead. He is no longer dead? So much to consider in the emotions experienced.

Nothing to consider, only a vagrant passing thought that someone wished upon you.

And I dreamed it.

And now...it is simply words upon a page within a blog. Nothing more.

Nothing more. I'll go back to bed and finish out the night hoping not to revisit the place of pain.

And so I rise from the chair, turn off the computer, and as I walk away, I walk directly into the blade once again....and waken screaming from the pain.
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Ari's Rocking World..... Jul 6, 2008 11:35 pm
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I just want to say....

I hope you all have a week that rocks as much as my day did....spiders and ducks notwithstanding.

Life is great and wonderful....and I love the whole wide world.

HUGS FOR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come on in, the water's fine...we can bounce off walls together....

Let's start a pool party....come on....

*starts dancing in the reflections of moonlight cast from the pool......
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Spiders and Ducks Jul 6, 2008 4:57 pm
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I conquered the ducks. First there was the dryer duck. Ok...duct....whatever...it was just ducky. My dryer wasn't drying clothes. I was finding water on the floor in the basement and it was dripping from the dryer duck. So....time to clean out the duck. That's a dirty, icky job made worse by the fact that all of the duck work goes through spider city....my favorite place to be.

I started at one end of the duck work and worked my way through the basement, then replaced the vent on the outside of the house (cause it was OLD and UGLY and bent up and stuff). I had a few problems along the way...learning how to piece the duck together and how to get that piece out of the wall and how to tape it when it's right up against dark, cobwebby corners and my skin is crawling. I wanted to give up several times, but I can't go long without a dryer. In fact...I really need to wash clothes NOW.

I need to move the dryer out and check the end closest to the dryer, but the rest of the duck work looks just wunnerful and it's all been scraped and vacuumed out.

Did I mention I also conquered...although did not master...the quacky tape? Ok...I prolly wasted about ten feet of it. Did anyone ever mention that stuff really sticks good? Not only to itself but to your hair and your skin and all kinds of things around you. However....I managed to duck tape all the duck work and now that stuff is all ducky.

When you get into places you are uncomfortable, do you find yourself talking to yourself? I was definitely doing that. It went something like this.....

Oh my gosh....there are cobwebs down here.

You big baby.

I am....baby, baby, baby. I don't want to play in the cobwebs.

Remember...spiders are our brothers.

Remember to go feck yerself.

Testy aren't we?

I don't want to play in the cobwebs.

Get the shop vac.

Ooooh....the big one. Oh yeah...I can eliminate cobwebs.

There you go...you big baby.....did ya get all the cobwebs?

I think so...but that duck work is over the shelves...there could be spiders on the shelves.

Yep. There could be spiders in your hair. Do you feel that ooky crawly feeling on your scalp? It's a great big spider crawling all over you.

Not a spider, not a spider, not a spider....oh ick....my skin's starting to feel crawly.

It's all the spiders down here.

I can do this.

Go ahead...lean against the shelf. There are spiders under it.

You aren't helping any.

Was I supposed to? Do you feel that brush on the back of your neck? It's not really one of the cables....it's a spider that landed on your neck.

It's a cable. I hate all these cables everywhere. I can't move without brushing against them.

And they all have spiders on them.

Stop it.

Spiders.....ooooh....you came into spider city. Did you look into the spider room?

Why would I want to do that?

Go look.

Ick....it's just all full of cobwebbies....

And they all have spiders who have left their cobwebs and are heading this way.

You know....some days...talking to you really sucks.

I know...fun, isn't it? And just think....in a couple of weeks you'll be working down here....cleaning....in the middle of all the spiders.

I'll have murdered you long before that.

Dreamer.

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I think I'll go take a shower and make SURE I don't have any spiders in my hair.....see ya....
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Flame Jul 6, 2008 11:18 am
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In the beginning, there was nothing. The nothingness contained no sound, no light, no thing. But in the space between breaths, a tiny ember glowed secretively in the center of the nothingness. It barely existed, a fragment of all that would come to be created out of hunger.

Soft kisses of a breeze fanned at the ember as satiny wood was fed into its core. It licked at the surface of the wood, intensity building until the heat was magnified and it began to grow. As Flame flickered and tasted hungrily of the wood, it found greater satisfaction and wrapped itself tighter, binding the two into one.

The dancers, unbidden, entwined until there was no distinguishing one from the other and Flame enveloped the sensual wood and devoured it eagerly. As they reached the pinnacle of heat, light burst from the partners and hope erupted fresh and new into the unfinished chambers of eternity.

Flame writhed against the partner she danced over. Heat feasted at every surface it came in contact with and the gentle wood burst forth with her joy. He held her close within him and shielded her from Rain so that the new life planted within her would not be extinguished in the torrents. And in the passing of time, the passion of love was born.

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The flame encompassed her mind as her body learned the dance of the binding. Within the silence of the Haven she had created for herself was housed a great bed she rested upon during the long, solitary night. Time had brought her much and she was content with end results. Her heart did not seek a partner, but hoped fervently for the one who would encourage her growth and joy, who would love her beyond measure, and hold her gently as a butterfly in the palm of his hand. His smile would light the skies as she took her first flight and danced lazily in the sunlight only to land safely, once again, on his finger.

She needed no leash to hold her nor harsh words to correct her, but tender love to caress her. He would provide the sustenance she needed to grow ever more beautiful and giving and in return, she would light his world with her glow. His strength would be magnified by her supporting arms; never again would he walk alone in darkness, but always wrapped tenderly in soft light of her joy. The gifts she offered were those of unbound love and unwavering faith. All that he ever dreamed of, she would believe into being for him; for he was the foundation of her life.

As the silken texture of the linens caressed her skin, she felt his heart open and the dance was begun.
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Too Old For Babies Jul 5, 2008 10:40 pm
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It started yesterday when I was taking a bath. The cat came in the bathroom and kept batting at the lavender bubbles around me...so guess where he ended up? Ok....in the bathtub getting his own bath...in lavender bubbles. He was a little freaked and inclined to fight me so I set him on my lap and he curled up against me while I washed him. I kept getting these little...."Oh my gosh, I'm so scared, Mommy. Don't let the bubbles eat me." looks from him....so I stupidly didn't let the bubbles eat him. That was my first mistake.
Or maybe the second.

He didn't look so good today....and he kept laying on the loveseat giving me the evil eye. It makes me very uncomfortable when a flat faced cat gives me the evil eye....so I had to fix his attitude. I put him on the bench and brushed him out. He liked that less than the bath.

When you brush a long-haired cat, there's lots of hair all over the place...and he usually gives up enough hair to make three more cats...or tonight it was more like five. So...I usually just drop all the hair on the floor and clean it up when I'm done. It doesn't make much difference...I'll be changing clothes and vaccuuming afterwards no matter how I do it.

A huge pile of kitty fur....and an overactive puppy....is not a pleasant combination. The puppy scattered the whole pile of fur all over my neatly shampooed carpets. The cat, of course, was having a hissy fit over the brushing, so the puppy decided to get up in his face and bark....a lot....which made the cat madder than he had been. I'm pretty sure some of those growls meant..."I'm going to rip your face off after I eat this puppy, Lady." I was shivering in my shorts, don't you know.

The cat is rather silly. He thinks his back claws and a fierce shriek will defeat me. It comes close but there are....positions....you can place him in where he can't do much to rip your skin off...although he can try.

The puppy is going to die. I can't figure out how one puppy can come in the house for less than half an hour and leave one puddle....and six piles...on my nicely shampooed carpet. I want her drawn and quartered.

Do you ever get the feeling you are too old to deal with babies?
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I Broke the Lawnmower Today Jul 4, 2008 11:34 pm
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I broke the lawn mower today. How do you break a lawn mower? I'm a bit...disconcerted and disappointed in myself. It was too hot to mow the lawn Thursday night, but I was a little....frustrated...so I went outside and mowed the front yard...and about a quarter of the back 40...I ran out of light first...but that didn't stop me cause I was still working through everything going on in my head. When I punctured my shoulder on a lilac bush....I decided I should probably stop....but I kept going until I ran out of gas. Surprisingly....when I got up this morning...it looked pretty good for being mowed half in the dark. Not sure I'd repeat the experiment....but it served its purpose.

I started on the side this morning, and I got a good part of it done...when I targeted a particularly....tall cluster of weeds and grass around a pole back there. Next time I see a tall cluster....I will be walking it first. I didn't realize that it was on a pretty good size...and strangely shaped hill. I hit it going...well...at a fair clip....and somehow the lawn mower got high centered. That sucked.

I got it off the hill....but I must have done something not good underneath it...cause it will shift into different gears....but it isn't going anywhere. I'm not entirely sure how you get underneath a lawn mower to look at what you might have done....but I'll figure that out tomorrow.

You'd think I'd stop with breaking the lawn mower....but I'm a pretty stubborn cuss. I decided I would paint the mailbox. I'm so sick of that standard ugly gray style. So....I finally figured out how to get it off the pole....and I painted the pole a lovely shade of green. The mailbox....well...I painted that sun yellow. Then I went out and masked off the pole and painted a spiralled dark green down it. I haven't untaped it yet to see if I got the barber pole effect I wanted. I suck at painting things. The mailbox? I couldn't live with the yellow box on the green pole....so I stripped it...and tomorrow I'll paint it dark green with cool flutterbies on it. I bought a stencil for the flutterbies...I meant it when I said I suck at painting. Give me time...I'll figure it out.

It's a darn good thing there's not homeowner's association here...I would soooooooooo be in trouble.
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Personal Freedom Jul 4, 2008 7:14 am
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Today is a celebration of freedom. Although it is a remembrance of all that has gone before to bring freedom to us as a nation, it should also serve as a memory of all we have done to find our personal freedom. This year is particularly poignant for me as I briefly revisit the path I have taken to reach this place. Truly, the concept of freedom is as much a responsibility as a privilege and I am only just beginning to explore all the ramifications of that idea.

We each have patterns in our lives; those things we do over and over again which set the scene for what will be. I know that in the past several weeks I have kept many doors closed as I slowly begin to analyze the patterns in my life. Missy Anal rides again and it is in many ways an essential journey.

Life is good...and I am fine. I am where I need to be in order to find the passage through to the next phase of my path. Too often, I fill the voids in my world with activities which keep me from thinking of what comes next. Now I must find silence within me and focus on that which needs to be.

Kelly....you say I do not allow myself to find silence. This is truth...but it is a choice I have made so that I do not have to hear the recriminations for my own actions. As always...there is no one harder on me....than me. The reason I so often choose not to find those silences is that...along the path to reach them...I often hear two voices...one which tells me all that I have done which is unhealthy, unwise, unjustified, unacceptable...and the second which continually questions why I have chosen the steps I have taken.

I find it difficult, at times, to sort through the messages I give myself to find the kernels of truth I need to find. Beyond those voices...lies the truth...the silence....and I think sometimes that I am afraid to see that truth...a failing of my self-esteem, I'm sure. If you remember the discussion we had, more than a year ago....about the deepest fear...that everything about me was a lie I made up to convince myself I was...acceptable....perhaps you will understand why it is that I do not allow myself to go there often. We are each...our own worst enemy as much as our own best friend.

We have talked often recently, about the ways in which we all lean upon one another, the ways we are meant to do so in order to support and guide one another as we each journey. It comes as no surprise to anyone that I find it uncomfortable to lean. Emotionally, the strength given has been invaluable and led me to find the courage to take the steps I have taken, but it is also a calculated risk....to trust that the person I choose to lean on will be there as I give over a measure of my self-sufficiency and rely upon another. Yes, trust and the ability to trust is the truest measure of friendship and I wonder if, in that same vein, the ability to trust ourselves is the truest measure of our ability to love ourselves.

I think that I will take a break from life for a time. It has changed for me...so many times in the past few months, and I have not taken any opportunity to understand how I have/must change with it. Too often I still follow the same patterns and create....nuances of pain to celebrate my dreams in. A difficult concept, but I am as expert at dancing around saying what I am most afraid of the response to.....as I am at creating tests in my life....both for myself and for those around me. Tests which will allow me to receive what I expect to receive and give me an excuse to step away out of the same fear that held me in place for so long.

For the immediate future, I may use this space to work through pieces of my world or I may say nothing at all. I am torn between the need to write out what travels through my mind...and the need to protect my own and other people's privacy. In the end, the need to write the thoughts out has won and I will take the opportunity to explore my own confusion until I have found the place I am meant to be at.

In the interim, I leave you all with this. My heart is a gift I choose to give. Each of you holds a corner of it soundly in your own and I hope you always know how much it means to me that I have met you, come to know you...and learned to love you for the beauty of your soul. Regardless of what life brings to us as days pass into years, I hope that life gives you the greatest gifts...with only enough trials to increase the value of the prize. You are....the most beautiful and giving people it could ever be my pleasure to know...and I am honored with the friendship each of you has gifted.

For the one person I have gifted with the truest measure of my heart, I wish you always joy and pleasure in the world around you. Life is not always a trial, but it is filled with tiny moments of peace and joy which illuminate the lessons learned. We cannot hope to find that all is eternally bright, but we can use the instants of brightness to light those moments when darkness wraps us in confusion.

I may not be available for a time. Kelly has spent much time convincing me that I should leave this blog open, and that my deepest need to write my dreams upon a page should be honored. I suppose I must agree with her for the simple reason that I have re-opened the space.

I passed the last night in confusion, attempting to work through my own feelings about a situation that puzzles me in many ways. As the hours slowly progressed into daylight, I drifted into a restless sleep, still working through my own emotions. Someone told me recently that I take things too seriously. I do. I accept that. I am, in many ways, afraid not to do so for I fear that inattention to the fine print will leave me vulnerable in ways I do not dare to be vulnerable. This too is a piece I need to evaluate.

Can we change who we are at our deepest core....or can we explore that core and find that who we are is the result of years of caution and careful programming...and is not truly us...but one who has been temporarily created in order to find a measure of peace and safety? And if it is not truly us....can we find the path back to the person we were meant to be? Another question with no answer....as of yet. Another test to put before myself. And I wonder...if I can succeeed in releasing that self-protective need.

In time I hope to reach the place where moonlight brightens my path once again and I can find my way without...whatever it is I have allowed to be within me; when I no longer feel any need to lean on others; when I can give without fearing reactions; when I can trust my own heart.
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Untold Stories Jul 4, 2008 6:53 am
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In the fullness of time...the only thing that matters is what we do or don't bring to the world. Our personal wishes are so much dust in the wind and what we dreamed of....is only residual raindrops falling from a forlorn sky. At least, I often hope that is true for I do not wish to remember all that could have been and was not...all that I chose to close my eyes to....all that was only the beautifully gilded ring at the center of the merry-go-round. I long to believe that all is as it should be....as it is meant to be...that dreams are a prayer our soul whispers into the universe...and that love...is eternal. From my heart to yours, my hope for you.

We take slow steps upon the stage of life and hope that we will remember our lines well enough to convince our audience. I forgot my lines long ago and only recently came to recall the importance of the story told. It is important only to me. For all others, it is only one more story in a kaleidoscopic whirlpool of untold stories. Listen carefully at the edge of the pool and feel the hidden echoes of broken hearts, resounding joys, the ring of truth, the din of lies. So many dreams forgotten in the wave encrusted sea; I wish she'd wash the sea foam over me and pull me under to a place where there is nothing but peace. No light need apply, its absence is un-noted.

I've walked this path a long time now. It is well-worn with repeated steps upon the same piece of ground. I often wonder if I will eventually wear the earth away until there is nothing but space beneath my feet. Will gravity still hold me in place or will I fall endlessly until I reach the outer edge of space? This is the place where dreams are shattered into scintillant fragments of broken mirrors. See your heart reflected in a thousand pieces. Try though I might, I cannot gather them into a single entity, but only press each piece into place and hope that a band aid holds the broken slivers together. I find there is a gap where your face lives in my heart. Somewhere....the darkness draws it further away until I am no longer certain if it is your face...or my own...missing in a timeless vortex of loss.

Unbidden, life has brought me to this place where growth is inevitable. Choices are endless and I must look into the tattered fragment of mirror hidden within my skirt and seek the core of who I am....what I will be. All of the stories I am bound to see. I dreamt of death tonight. Pick up the spoon and take a bite of the sticky rice. 'Tis only ten grains we wish to see left in the bowl...and within those grains, your soul....if you dare. Buyer beware; that gift is not the prize it seems."

When did I choose to take the role...the storyteller of her soul. If I could walk away and leave it lying in the dust I'd run, not walk. She placed her heart upon the plate while he carved out a hearty steak and brought it beating to his lips. Moment to moment, still two ships that passed within an inch of one another in the night. Her heart took flight and soared within the sunlit sky...too soon to die. And in the silence left behind, no one would cry.
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New Additions..... Jun 29, 2008 1:22 am
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I am rarely late for anything....except making it to Kelly's house before she leaves two dozen agitated messages on my cell and house phones. Today....I was on a roll. I can't really blame anyone but myself...but I wonder if I was sleep-walking or something.

It started out great. I got up by seven knowing I was planning to leave the house by nine. Except....I poured a cup of coffee, sat down in my chair, let the cat curl up in my lap...and promptly fell back asleep....until 9. Ooops. So...rush to get ready...zoom by my boss's house to pick up a pet carrier...and I'm off.

My mind wasn't on the trip I was taking today; I was drifting along in a couple of places, but I was NOT focusing on my driving. It probably showed when the nice occifer pulled me over outside McCammon...and told me I was doing 75 in a 55 mph zone. What could I say? Oooops.... Fortunately, he ran my license and came back saying, "You haven't gotten any tickets in a long time." "No, I don't think I've gotten a ticket in more than 15 years." "I'm going to give you a warning this time, but you were going pretty fast when you passed that car back there." "Thank you. I apologize, and I appreciate your generosity." I wondered...for a stupid moment...what he would say if he saw me five minutes later when I realized I was doing 95 in a 75 mph zone. Hmmmm....

I took the wrong turn at Pocatello. I needed to stop at Home Depot and pick up a couple of things. No place to turn around until I reach Fort Hall, some ten miles further up the highway. Still not running late....yet. I grabbed the things I needed and glanced at my......ummm.....I wasn't wearing my watch. Oh dear. Glance at the guy at the next cash register...does his watch really say noon? Heck, I was supposed to be in Blackfoot by noon.

Hurry up to the car and race for Blackfoot. I only got there a half hour late. I was very glad that the lady I was supposed to meet had not yet shown up. Actually, she never showed up. But....I had to wait while a travel cage was built and I visited with my friends there...and then left with the new baby. She's so sweet and beautiful. Who'd have ever thought a rooster could be so precious?

Hurry up back to Fort Hall to pick up my boss's new puppy. Schnauzers are cute as heck...and they had a lot of puppies....and only one salt and pepper puppy...and....ok....so...I came home...with a new bird, my boss's puppy...and my new puppy....who I think is going to be named Schatze....cause it suits her.

I'm not sure why I did it...well...no...I know exactly why I did it...I'm just not going to admit to it....but she already rules the house...and is presently sleeping on my dirty laundry....and I think I need a sign on the front of my house....Soda Springs Zoo....what was I thinking?
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