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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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| Happy Birthday, Baby |
May 22, 2007 10:00 pm
1164 Views | 24 years ago...seems like a long time, doesn't it? More than half my life.
Today is my beautiful daughter's birthday. I had wanted to have children...lots and lots of children, but I kept miscarrying...one right after another. The doctor kept talking about total bed-rest. Not likely...not with me. I actually had given up on the idea...and then suddenly, I was pregnant again.
I didn't let myself get excited or eager...didn't plan anything. Well heck, we didn't have any money to plan anything with at the time. My husband was out of work...again. We lived in a little two room hotel room...rent by the week. I knew it wasn't going to happen.
And then...the fourth month passed and I was still pregnant. So shocking to me. It wasn't an easy pregnancy...but it really wasn't hard. I had morning sickness the first trimester, night sickness the third, none in the second. I didn't slow down a bit...it wasn't in my nature. During the pregnancy, I learned that I had Mitral Valve Prolapse, gallstones...and it was when I began having problems with my eyes. I had the longest nails you've ever seen...they never broke.
The funniest part of the whole thing was that I swore...the whole time, that I was having a boy. Good thing no one believed me.
So...we go to the hospital at midnight. It's funny how fast these things happen...or maybe I was just lucky. They put an IV in my wrist and whatever this nurse did wrong was really wrong because there was blood spraying everywhere. My husband went into a seizure and spent the next couple of hours in the emergency room. I got sent to delivery.
Tia wasn't a very big baby...7 pounds, 3 ounces...but I guess I wasn't meant to have children naturally...I had nearly 60 stitches from having her...fourth degree injuries. I thought they had killed me.
And then...this beautiful, miraculous creature is laid in my arms. Dark curly hair, beautiful blue eyes...tiny fingers and toes...and I worshipped the ground she walked on.
That doesn't change. It doesn't matter what your kids put you through...you still worship the ground they walk on. Sometimes I have to be tough with her...I think it hurts me more than it ever hurts her. Sometimes I don't like the person she is...still, I love her with every fiber of my being.
She's still tiny...5'5 and maybe 105 pounds. Her hair lightened until it was a blend of all colors like her father's. Her eyes changed to a blend of green and grey. She's still perfect to me.
She once heard me tell a friend that I had always wanted a boy first. That was true...but only so my daughters would have an older brother to look after them. I hope...if she ever reads this...she understands that if I'd known I would only have one child...I'd have picked a girl....I'd have picked her.
Happy Birthday, Tiana. I love you all the days of your life...and beyond. | |
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| When We Reach the Last Straw |
May 20, 2007 11:03 pm
1363 Views | Yesterday, I put up a post that seems to have upset some people. I never intended to upset anyone, rather...to put an end to some unpleasantness that I had grown tired of. I'm not perfect. I'm human. Sometimes I react badly to situations which seem to be innocent...or trivial.
I was thinking tonight about why the situation impacted me the way it did. It led me to a story about a friend of mine.
My friend is one of the nicest women I've ever met. When people move to town, she takes them under her wing and introduces them to everyone she knows. She invites them to outings, shows them around town...generally, she's a one-woman welcome wagon. I've never heard her raise her voice or a finger in anger.
She recently told me a story about an episode in her life. It happened just a couple of years ago.
There was a woman who used to hit her arm every single day. Now, Chelle didn't know if the woman meant it as playful or not, but she was hitting hard enough to hurt...and in the course of time, Chelle had a good size bruise on her arm.
At first, Chelle tried to tell her to stop...that the hitting hurt. Then she walked away and pretended it didn't bother her. Finally, she had reached the end of her limit and when the woman hit her, she whipped around and hit her back...in the same place...but hard.
The woman cried out saying that it hurt to be hit. Chelle looked at her and responded, "Good. Now that you know how much it hurts, I hope you'll stop hitting me." And the woman did indeed stop hitting her.
I'm not saying what Chelle did was right; but I can see where sometimes we have been poked and prodded to the point where we feel we have no respite. We have spoken to the person, asked them to stop, ignored them, done everything we can think of to avoid making the situation worse...and we can still come up against that last poke that makes us respond badly.
In all honesty, I reached that point last night. And perhaps I responded badly. For my poor taste, I apologize. To anyone who feels hurt by my actions, I apologize. For taking the action I felt needed to be taken at that moment in time, I do not apologize. If that seems unreasonable of me, I'm sorry. | |
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| Learning Trust - Muse |
May 20, 2007 9:17 pm
1101 Views | You asked if your words missed their target
Embedded in my heart
As you whispered of love’s crescendos
Still, I wasn’t sure this was the way
Arrowed into flesh
Tenderized with pain’s salts
History’s flotsam wrecked upon shores
Littered with scripted roles
Not able to resist the call of your need
Faith is a softly spoken word; trust me
Yet when I decline
Questions in my mind; your pain, my cause
Eyes soothe broken spirits like a charm
Softness melting my pose
Of independence; I can’t want you
Jolted into awareness; harshness flickers
Awakening in a rush to flee
You beg me not to leave; believe
Which one has more to fear from fate
Gemini man whose touch
Twins my soul; don’t let me go. | |
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| Kelly |
May 20, 2007 6:43 pm
1097 Views | Just wanted to let y'all know....I got a call from Kelly this afternoon. She has reached her destination safely...and her leg is at least well enough that she's getting around on it. She's already done some wandering...and she's very excited.
So.........I'll let you know if I hear anything else from her. For now...I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she has a WONDERFUL time. | |
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| Keepers of the Yellow Tongie Wall of Fame |
May 19, 2007 8:06 pm
5055 Views | Keeper: 
Princess Cherry Ari Cheesecake Fairy of the Sexy Woods
Terminator (ndpendentLady44)
Lone Wolf
cruiser387
Tough Cookie (Cookie)
I Double God Dare You (Double D)(Kismet)
Pink Commando
ElliE (HeeHaw) MaE
Tigress
Guardian of the North Woods
agingone
Old Bat
Masqued Angel
Mistytraveller
Coco(Nuts) (Mistytraveller)
goodtogo7
flojo
Come on, ladies....I want y'all to come back and join us....get on in here and be part of history...well...the men's history...as they pay for their tormenting of us sweet, innocent, fragile flowers. LOl....Just get in here and play....
Sign up sheet is right here...and be prepared...our first attack is going to be the Blogsuit..... | |
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| Keepers of the Yellow Tongie (A Lady |
May 19, 2007 11:47 am
1571 Views | Long, long ago in a karaoke in the middle of the Y, a certain overheated fairy who shall remain nameless made a comment about having to take some clothes off to cool off. Another nameless person, a bald dude who writes half-baked stories about cheesecake and fairy princesses  made a rather naughty comment about seeing a yellow thong...which led a drunl (drunk) participant to question "What yellow Tongie?" And so...the Keepers of the Yellow Tongie were born.
The Keepers is an elite group of bloggers committed to ensuring that men never rule the blogs. All female bloggers are automatically granted membership upon request. Male bloggers who agree that men drool and women rule are also granted membership.
The Keepers are governed by the two naughtiest FF members on the site...the naughty Fairy...and the evil NDPendentLady . Unfortunately, time has a way of guiding people away from FF and in to other ventures so, at this time, we are opening the Keepers up to new recruitment. Upon acceptance into the Keepers, a Keeper name will be assigned and your photo will be enshrined on the Keeper Wall of Fame in our blogs.
Please remember that this group is entirely light-hearted, filled with naughtiness and teasing, geared towards lightening tension in the blogs, and harassing all male members of FF. In no way, shape, or form do we believe either sex is better than the other...we simply like to stir the pot from time to time....and to keep the men playing with us.
All who accept this invitation...please indicate below. | |
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| Tag - Five Things About Me |
May 18, 2007 7:42 pm
1265 Views | This is a game of Getting To Know You..
The rules are as follows:
You are to go to 4 blogs and tag them..
Send them to NDPendentLady to read the rules, or copy and paste the rules in their blog..
You have to at least tag 1 reasonably new person in the blogs.
You MUST truthfully tell 5 things about yourself that you have not blogged about and nobody here knows about you.
Put the word "tag" somewhere in your title.
Hmmm...five things no one knows about me? I don't know that there are that many.
1. When I actually have time to read, I read at a rate of a book a day...two days if it is more than 400 pages.
2. I have big feet (big).
3. I often dream about people as if I had spent the night in their company...and wake up disconcerted that they aren't there.
4. I want to have more children, even if I can't have them physically any more. I'm thinking about adopting....but I really love older children, just learning to step out into the world and discover themselves...so I'm thinking about adopting a Wednesday's Child.
5. My dream car is a Viper...cause I like to drive really fast and they are soooooo sweet looking.
My five victims will be
Kelly
Sharon
Bob
Dan | |
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| Cootie Call |
May 18, 2007 7:00 pm
1250 Views |  | I've been on top of the world lately and I'm starting to make people want to barf. How come when I'm all happy and excited and playing nice, people think it's just a ruse to suck them in? Honestly, would I do that?
So, to combat the problem, I'm trying to get cooties. I asked Carolyn if she had a cootie to share, but she says I gotta get cooties from a guy.
So....this is a cootie call. I will be choosing from the top five cootie candidates...wooohooo...
Come on boys...show us your cooties.... |
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| Smurfette |
May 17, 2007 10:37 pm
1247 Views |  | I had to be fair...so here's a pic of the Smurfette........lol...
Can we say Blueberry? |
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| Smurfette and the Oompah Loompah |
May 17, 2007 10:32 pm
1081 Views |  | Had a nice talk with Kel tonight. Seems she has a small problem. Y'all know she's going on vacation Saturday...and she wants to do some hiking in a particular area. But...she injured her leg.
The doctor, in an effort to be helpful and get her off medications she was having an allergic reaction to...put her on one that requires her to stay out of the sunlight for extended periods. Now...I know Kelly. This is never gonna happen.
The pic? It's the result of this medicine on Kelly when she gets too much sun....she turns into an OOMPAH LOOMPAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of the story is that I got a new nickname today. Now that my office is blue...certain people who shall remain nameless, hairless, and lifeless...decided to start calling me Smurfette.
Have a wonderful day!!!! |
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