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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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| Tag - Five Things About Me |
May 18, 2007 7:42 pm
1267 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
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| Cootie Call |
May 18, 2007 7:00 pm
1252 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
1249 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
1083 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.
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| Karaoke |
May 16, 2007 10:48 pm
1840 Views | Hmmm...so...if I plan a karaoke, playtime, visiting time for all of us...outside this place -
How many of you would attend? I was recently asked if I'd plan a karaoke for a Saturday night...would that work for y'alls...and if so...which Saturday.
It's always lots of fun when we get a bunch of us together... | |
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| Bed Time |
May 16, 2007 9:58 pm
907 Views | I'm tired...and thinking maybe it's time for bed. Do you ever get that really tired, scratchy feeling in your eyes? Hmmm...yep, that's the one.
It was a really great day today. I actually got up on time and had a nice long shower before work. Didn't manage my Tai Chi...I haven't managed to do that for awhile.
Work was great. We filled holes, sanded, washed walls, primed...got the office ready for painting...and I managed to do all the production accounting and half the audit on inventory. I'm all ready for tomorrow...and so excited. I wonder how everyone else will like the color I chose. I'll only be the second person in the plant allowed to paint their office the color of their choice. (You actually have to ASK...but most people won't.)
We had a "Manly Man" Contest..(taken from Carolyn's Manly Man Contest. Half a dozen of us in my office decided to try the Toxic Waste candy I send to Carolyn. I already knew it was poisonously sour. Michelle still had a container of it. Not one of us was willing to conceed, so we all managed to finish the candy. There was a lot of laughter at the pucker factor in my face...and my boss said my face turned really red. That's embarassment, Jon. Y'alls were laughing at me. It was a ton of fun and a nice break from our day. The candy still sucks.
After work, I volunteered to help out at the Billionaire Camp. The program is designed to give teens exposure to what it's like to have to figure out how to pay bills...and live on a limited income. They pretend to be out of college, ready to begin paying back their student loans. They have to pay off $2,000 in credit card debt, loans from their parents, car payments, insurance, rent, utilities...all that stuff...in six months.
The volunteers were the people they had to deal with. My boss also volunteered...he played the car salesman. I was a financial advisor. Why can't I pick the slower jobs? The financial advisor has to take credit card payments, make investments, help the kids figure out how to stretch their money, and assign insurance payments. I was backed up all night.
It was supposed to last two hours but lasted three and a half. I thought it was a wonderful program and some of the kids definitely had their eyes opened as to the realities of being an adult.
As I drove home, I was thinking about the woman in my office who keeps cranking the heat up. This morning when we got in, it was over 80 degrees in the building and the heat was running. All of us were miserable, but no one wants to start trouble with her. Hmmmm, it really wouldn't bother me a whole lot to tell her what I think of her juvenile antics.
She swears she's always cold and my fan makes her colder. Well...simple solution...stay out of my office. I'm always hot. A really simple solution would seem to be that we could find a reasonably comfortable temperature for all of us...and if she's still cold, she can put on a sweater or run her space heater. That's why I keep a fan in my office...so other people don't have to be cold for the sake of my comfort.
Instead, she wants the heat on....all summer long. It's been bugging me for days...how to get her to cooperate with me in making it as comfortable as possible for all seven of us.
Tonight, I realized what someone...or was it a hundred someones...had said to me. She can only bother me if I choose to let her. She's really a very minor problem. It was amazing how fast her petty game didn't matter. I'd never really done that before. We'll have to see how that attitude works tomorrow. Especially if she turns the heat up.
I think I'll buy a new fan this year. Maybe then I won't have to feel her heat...and she can feel like she won.
Oh well. Not everything can be a perfect solution...sometimes we just have to look for the best possible choice. I'm still looking. | |
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| Getting to be Human |
May 15, 2007 8:41 pm
997 Views | Ok...so here we are. I finally reached the doctor yesterday and told him I was concerned that I had an infection going on. He prescribed an antibiotic and today I feel 100% better. I can even see the swelling in my face decreasing. WOOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to be human again. Oh...yeah...well, not again, but I'm going to learn to be human. However that goes.
We played a lot at work today. I actually managed to accomplish a bunch of work; but I think I played harder than I worked. We have a guy who comes in to the plant for a few days every month. I've known him for a couple of years now...just as an acquaintance at work. (And a victim)...well, my victim. I always harass the poor guy.
He told me today that he always stops in my office when he gets to the plant...well yeah, cause I keep a big candy bowl on my desk. Keeps visitors amiable. He actually told me he looked forward to my harassing him each month. Well go figure...poor delusional soul.
I once had a boss who told me I was too forthright, too direct, tactless, rude. He really hurt me very badly. Since then, I have often worried about how I phrase my comments. I am so afraid of being unforgiveably rude to someone without ever meaning to be.
George had his own perspective on that. "You are a strong-willed, very direct woman. A person knows exactly where he stands with you. Anyone who is not secure with themselves is going to feel threatened by you. Anyone who is secure with themselves is going to admire you. You don't hesitate to tell it just like it is."
Well, sometimes I hesitate; sometimes I worry about being too direct and hurting someone else. But for the most part, I'm not a game player; I'm not in it to hurt anyone; I'm not a phony. I'm just me. You can take me as I am...or walk away. He's right about one thing...people either really like me...or they can't stand anything about me. It hasn't changed me yet.
I really dislike when people yank my chain. Don't tell me I look great just to make me feel good...tell me I look great because I do. And if I don't, just say so. You don't have to be hurtful about it; just say...Dang Ari, that really isn't your color.
I also dislike people who play games with me. Don't use me, don't lie to me, don't screw with my head. Be upfront and honest with me. I respect that. Don't hurt people I care about; I am very protective of my friends and family. Treat me with the same respect and honesty you want to be treated with. I guarantee, I'll respect you for it.
So, Thursday we are painting my office. I'm really excited. We cleaned my office out today to get ready for it. Everyone who came in the building freaked. I just fibbed. "Jon told me to get out...he doesn't want me working for him anymore." You know what's sad about that? Everyone went straight to him and asked what took him so long. One guy even came in and started measuring. Back off, Bubba.... Honest to Pete...you'd think I'd get a little bit of respect in that building.
I did speak to Kelly tonight. She is doing better...at least she's coherent...lol...well, as coherent as the agingone can get. She's still planning her vacation. I think she should get a walker for her hikes. Just think, she can get a knee support with those magnet things...and a walker...lol....would that magnetize her knees to the walker. Hmmm...lol...I'm just picturing Kelly walking like that...oh Lady. You know she's going to kill me.
UPS killed Carolyn's gifts. I'm really disgusted with them. First they lose the package...then they break the gifts. Carolyn, I will call UPS and ream them tomorrow...and you will have a new angel on it's way shortly. I'm sorry they broke the two I sent you. I hope you like the shot glasses, anyway.
Did I tell you I put the wrong address on Carolyn's birthday gift? Oh yeah. It's been all over Arkansas...everywhere but her place. Poor Carolyn had to go hunt down the UPS driver and demand he release her package.
So...anyway. It's time for me to go see about studying...hmmm, a little late now. And maybe writing a poem. I've been wanting to write for awhile now. Just seems like the words aren't quite there. Let's see if I can find them.
Hope you all have a wonderful day tomorrow.
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| Donations Accepted...... |
May 14, 2007 8:53 pm
1440 Views | Hmmm...Carolyn invited me to join her for a week in Virginia. Unfortunately, the time falls right in the last week of monthend at work, so I have to bribe my boss to let me off for that week.
So..........I'm begging here...if each one of you sends me a dime...and I get two dimes...I will be able to at least give him my salary back...lol...
Come on, guys....you know you wanna help two best friends get together for a week of sun and fun at the ocean....it's an irresistable opportunity to help out those less logical than yourselves.
Donate one plugged nickel or one copper dime to the fairy fund....
Smile at the thought of the fairy winning the bet with the Independent Lady....and getting NDY on film doing the chicken dance....(I will share the film footage). Fondly remember your wilder and stupider days...you know, neither of us has grown up yet.
Give until it hurts.....a nickel can buy so much. | |
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| Finding Happy |
May 14, 2007 8:02 pm
914 Views | Yesterday I wrote a post about how I'm doing. It doesn't matter, it was whiny...and I deleted it. I hope no one had the misfortune to read it.
Have you ever found that, when you least expect it, happiness creeps into your heart and sets you free? I'm puzzled (here goes Missy Anal again). Nothing in my world has changed. I still have far too much too do, I still have lots of things I should be worried or concerned about...nothing has changed...and yet, everything has changed.
The sun is shining today, but it wasn't so hot I thought I would melt. I bought paint for my office on Thursday...the same beautiful blue I put in my living room. The first kitchen cabinet is sanded and it is a beautiful ash under all that hideous paint. It's going to just glow when it's stained. I have to admit that I couldn't stop running my fingers over the smooth, silken wood; tracing the grain. I'm excited and eager to see the rest of the cabinets sanded.
I have the greatest friends in the world. Carolyn calls...just cause...well, just to find out where the heck her birthday present went to. Unfortunately, UPS says it's in one place...but when she went there...it wasn't. Calling the fairy ding-dong who wrote the wrong address on the package. I am sorry, Carolyn. I was expecting you to have it a week ago.
But anyway, she calls just to check on me. My best friend here in town does the same. Of course, she calls to remind me that my face is hurting her as much as it is me. And to tell me she took my parking space. I will fix that tomorrow.
I spent lots of time yesterday just visiting with my daughter. She has courage, conviction, determination, great stubborness. I know where she got all the rest...but where the heck did she learn stubborn? I'm proud of the woman she's becoming. I called her the other day to tell her that I hope she understands that when she tells me something...and I offer advice, I do not judge her by whether she takes my advice or not...I don't have to live with the end result, she does. I base my opinion of her on the fact that she considers all advice, chooses the alternative she thinks best suits her, and lives with whatever the consequences are. I thought she was going to cry when I told her how proud I am of her.
Nothing special has happened. Nothing has changed. I just found that tiny speck of happiness hidden under some unsuspected leaf. Where it came from, I don't know. I hope it's here to stay for awhile cause I sure love this feeling.
I hope you have found the happy in your life...wherever it is. | |
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| Mother |
May 12, 2007 11:45 pm
1068 Views | Mother's Day again. I have to call my mother today. At least, right now, she's talking to me. It cost me a garnet watch to get her to talk to me, but if it made her happy...it was worth the price. I wish that we got along better..more often.
My mother is not my best friend. She's not the person I want to call when wonderful things happen. She's not the person I want to call when terrible things happen. She doesn't know anything about my life, not the day to day events, not the major events...except what my sister may tell her. She never asks...she never listens when I try to tell her. She's too busy telling me what great things someone else in my family did.
I still love her; I just don't always like her very much. One thing she did teach me, without knowing she was doing it...is to always be there for my daughter. To listen to her without judging her; to reassure her often that I love her, I am proud of her, I support her choices...even when I don't like them. My daughter often tells me that I am her best friend...except when I won't send her money.
I was thinking tonight...about what I will say to my mother tomorrow. I can't tell her I love her; that's not allowed. So then...what?
I started wondering who she is...and how she got there. She is an intensely private woman, which means I drive her nuts cause I'm not. I honestly don't know much about her life...she simply says it's none of my business. What I do know is that she married a man she didn't love because the one she did love never asked her...until she was already married. She got pregnant almost right away...lucky her...she got me. Dad was military so they moved around a lot...all over the country plus Germany. She never lived close to her family.
Even if she had wanted to get a divorce, she was more restricted than we imagine. Divorce was not as common in her young life; and unheard of in her family. She would have had to move back home and live with 12 siblings..and her father died when I was an infant, so she would have had to help out a lot with the younger kids. She hated that.
Staying married cost her a lot. She had to deal with my situation, with my dad's temper, with moving every two years, never having long-term friends, isolation. She didn't drive until I was 14. But..she believed she couldn't support the three of us if she got divorced, so we had to make the best of a very bad situation. I often think the main reason we don't get along is the load of guilt she carries for me. I can't ever forgive her enough for her to forgive herself.
She's also very proud. She can't bear for anyone to think she isn't wealthy, happy, successful. She could never go home and let her family see how she really was. Heck, she still can't today. They have to believe she is well off. It always struck me as odd that she wears sweatshirts and jeans, really cheap sweatshirts and jeans, but she has to have the best of everything else. If she buys anything, it has to be the best possible brand or be from an internationally acclaimed artist or designer..and gifts to her have to fit that same mold. Makes buying her a gift a real pain in the patootie.
She has a wicked sense of humor. When she lightens up and plays, she is wonderful to hang out with. She often says I'm a naughty word for my sense of humor...well heck, I had to get it somewhere. Kelly has been with us when we were both just going to town. It's a riot and filled with laughter. I really enjoy those scattered moments with her.
I think the saddest part is that my mother thinks I am just exactly like my father. She says I have his facial features, his eyes, his hair...his personality. Funny...all my life I thought I looked more like her...especially the red in my hair...Dad's was black.
Mother hated my father. She hates him to this day, even though he's been dead nearly 12 years. Couldn't wait to eliminate everything he ever owned in that house when he died. Actually, she says she flat out hates men. I think that's sad. It's also part of why she and I don't get along. She doesn't like the parts of me that are like my dad.
I don't think I can change that; he taught us to be open-minded, unbigoted, free-thinking, free-speaking people. He was no saint, but I like the parts of him I got. At least I never got his temper.
I've spent a lifetime trying to open doors between us, but it seems like it will never happen. So, I guess what I'll do is simply call, wish her a happy mother's day...and just listen. I think that's what makes her happiest anyway.
I wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day...remember the mothers in your life. Remember that you weren't a perfect parent...and neither were they....and remember too...even when they didn't do it well..they did the best they could at that particular moment. | |
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