freedom.

I feel the whole world beckoning me to join
Follow the ways of the world and become
one.
and by ways of the world
I mean the inner process of finding that inner peace
that drives your inner spirit
to newfound and everlasting happiness.
I found myself again.
waiting.
where it's been all along..

too bad I was too wrapped in another human being
to notice.

Freedom
to love. live. laugh.
and to feel completely alive.
all over again and for the first time.

Sometimes love just isn't enough is what she said...
how bout sometimes you can love and still love
but let them go for they are not the inspiration you may
both
need

a lifetime of hurt would surely ensue
if I followed my heart,
not my soul.

Heaven

Want a piece of heaven?

Throw a whole chicken in a pot. Cook that baby for a lil past an hour.
In the meantime show off some forearm skillz with your bestest knife and get the sweet yellow onions a dicin..
Next some poblano pepper. A garlic bulb or two.
I like to kill vampires with my meals. Or maybe a few unknown passerbys.
Throw all the majick veggies into a pan...simmer in some butter for some extra flavor and underarm wiggle...
Next some chicken stock. Organic if you're a hippy.
whisk in some flour...
oh yeah...it's gravy baby!
Get your man shreddin that chicken! I don't have 4 arms now do I???
Now for the secret spices:
Cumin
Ancho powder
Hot chili powder
you can throw in some mexican oregano if you really wanna, I usually just go without
When the sauce gets a lil thicker, throw in some chedda...or montery jack. Whichever you prefer, if I'm feelin sassy I throw in both!
Next some sour cream....
When the chickens shredded, the sauce is done, divy it up.
Mix some with the chicken. Throw some in the bottom of the pan.

in the mean time get that man rollin up the chix in some fine white corn tortillas and toss em into the oven!
Don't forget to put the gravy on top!!
Add some more chedda, cuz it's always betta
A half hour later...
Viola!
A lil piece of heaven!

Homework will be the death of me.

Elle sat her coffee cup down at the table...papers strewn about as her shoulders immediately slumped upon realization that she was about to be immersed in sociology homework for the next five plus hours. "Good God.." she mumbled to herself as she cursed the idea of returning to school. "And I did this again because why?" She sighed....as her eyes lingered on the setting sun. I'd rather be outside. I'd rather be walking Lollipop and Daffodil. Hell, I'd rather be jogging.
Or shoveling snow.....no that's pushing it. Snow is never a good time. It makes everything difficult in one way or another. The only time I really can appreciate snow, is when I'm at a good, safe, warm distance. Watching the snowflakes fall, one by one. Watching them sparkle in the moonlight. Coffee in hand. Slippers. Jammies. Blankets. Fire. The only time I can say winter is mildly pretty.

"Eleanor!!! What are you daydreaming about!! Don't you have homework to be studying? Good grades to earn so that you can have that dream job you've always wanted? Hmmm?"

"Oh Grandma!! Gimme a break! I was only staring into space for less than a minute!! Somehow you always catch me!" And she did. That woman was like a cat on a mouse when it came to my procrastination. The only thing is, she's always ranting about this dream job I supposedly want. I'm 28 and I hardly know what I want to be when I grow up. All I know is, I'm studying. And studying. And studying. Hopefully in the next few years I'll narrow it down and find a dream to call my own, until then I stay here with ole Grannie, Lollipop, and Daffodil...keeping Grannykins company till the sickness she bears takes her from me.

*sigh*...the weight on my shoulders seemed to gain 100 pounds and I suddenly felt as if I might topple over. Homework will be the death of me. Worrying about the things I can not change just might give me a freakin nervous breakdown. I guess out of the two worrying seems easier. And the homework will still be there when I'm done.

So Scene...

This is Baxter. He's a cute lovable kitty. He loves to go outside and play with his hobo kitty friends from time to time.





























It was a dark, crisp winter night.....As you can see Baxter is trying desperately to lose his determined stalker.



























RUN BAXIE! RUN!!!











The assailant....






Watch for him in a neighborhood near you!