Saturday, May 31, 2008

sitting here with a wet puppy in my lap. he smells. i smell.

so what?

i'm happy. he's happy. bob is tolerant. layla is wary but
that's better than her first thoughts about max so all's right, right now.

Friday, May 30, 2008

meet max!

this 1st picture was bob and layla's reaction to him when i brought him in last night!

he is 14 weeks old and just as cute as can be.

friday,you know what that means...

First you tell your friends that you are having an affair .......... Then your friend asks you.........

'Are you having it catered???'

THAT, my friends, is the definition of OLD !

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Diversity for the sake of diversity is not an accomplishment or a step forward. It's what you bring to the table.

by Charlie Gonzalez

Diversity in the world is a basic characteristic of human society, and also the key condition for a lively and dynamic world as we see today.

by Jinato Hu

just because they are cute.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

from pgh women's blogging society....
More Details on the Show...
Slapsticks Comedy Proudly Presents "Four Funny Females"
this Saturday, MAY 31 at 8:00pm.
Join us this SATURDAY, MAY 31 at Slapsticks! Comedy Loft
for an eclectic mix of hilariously funny views from four very diverse comediennes!

-Reserve your tickets online and Receive $2.00 Off Admission-

Four Funny Females Showcase Eclectic Mix of Humor at Slapsticks Comedy Loft

What do a high brow British humorist, an Indian college student, a Italian Catholic rabble rouser, and a soft spoken teacher have in common? They are all part of the "Four Funny Females" comedy performance at Slapsticks Comedy Loft on Saturday, May 31 at 8:00 pm.

"There has never been a more eclectic mix of feminine comedic viewpoints gathered on one Pittsburgh stage," states Slapsticks owner, David Kaye. "It's rare that two female comics appear at a comedy club on one night in this town. An all female comedy performance is practically unheard of. Stand up comedy is traditionally a male sport in Pittsburgh, but the women on this show prove that they can write and perform as well, if not better than most of the guys."

"Eclectic mix" may be an understatement. Subhah Agarwal is a Carnegie Mellon University student whose parents immigrated from India. She has been performing comedy for over a year now. In this short time, she has risen quickly, performing at major clubs across Pittsburgh and Chicago. Drawing on her unique experiences growing up second generation Indian and female in America, she provides a creative perspective into every day situations while sharing personal experiences and opinions.

Sally Chopping lives in Pittsburgh but when you hear her crisp English accent you will think she just flew in from Buckingham Palace. She is a professional public speaker who gives keynote speeches on using humor for stress relief, listening skills and public speaking techniques. Her advice about improving public speaking skills has been quoted in the Wall Street Journal and the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette quoted Sally as saying: "Public speaking is more fun than sex." After that she got emails from dating agencies saying she needed help.

Nance Marshall is a middle-aged grade school teacher who leads a mild mannered life by day, but at night she takes off her babooshka and slings good natured barbs about dating, relationships, single life and her weight. Nance will make you laugh and think about how much you love your aunt Martha at the same time.

Gab Bonesso carries full bags of X-generation angst and Italian Catholic guilt on stage and dumps the contents into the lap of her audience. Feisty and ready to scrap, Gab prowls the stage vehemently defending her beliefs with expletives and exclamation points.

Be a part of Pittsburgh history and experience this truly liberating event. "Four Funny Females", it's like watching The View, Oprah, and Saturday Night Live all rolled into one hilarious live performance.

WHERE: SLAPSTICKS! COMEDY LOFT - Above The Royal Place Restaurant
412-920-JOKE (5653)

Four Funny Females
Nance Marshall - Gab Bonesso - Sally Chopping - Subhah Agarwal
Pittsburgh's Funniest Women of Comedy!
$10 Advance / $12 at Door

you know, it's sort of off putting when you are having a picnic in an urban setting and there's big assed turkey vultures circling high above.

wow, i'm worth a lot more than the last time i checked, wheeeee!

My blog is worth $7,339.02.
How much is your blog worth?


by Carl Sandburg

THE WISHES on this child’s mouth
Came like snow on marsh cranberries;
The tamarack kept something for her;
The wind is ready to help her shoes.
The north has loved her; she will be
A grandmother feeding geese on frosty
Mornings; she will understand
Early snow on the cranberries
Better and better then.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

can anyone help me with this?
my father gave this figurine to me years ago. it's a cobbler.
an aunt gave it to my dad cause their grandfather(my great grandfather)
was a shoemaker. there is a makers mark on the bottom with a sword with a cuplike handle and an arrow, crossed and some numbers. i've tried to look on-line but i couldn't find anything that looked exactly like it. thanks much. sherry
i was fooling around...

layla checking my computer for those damn gremlins.
if you turn the sound up really loud you can hear her purr which sounds like a trill.

then she will beep (honestly) but i couldn't get that on the video.

tuesday, feels like a monday.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Monday, May 26, 2008

i'm very tired.
it has been a long weekend of trying
to smile. i did have a nice time playing with the grand children old friends
and visiting people and picnics, in between cemetery visits and being in a memorial day parade. it was so bizarre. to go from one to the other. all the opposite emotions and everything sandwiched between. i did enjoy the children and their dogs.
i didn't get to see my granddaughter this weekend. they were busy as well and they attended a reunion of all the little girls that had been adopted the same time as my little sweetie. i got to see the photos. they've all grown so much. so beautiful, all of them.
it's been a year since my father died now.
my mom's down, but she's o.k. it's been an odd year. lots and lots of changes.
before the parade, i found myself standing by a very old stone gravestone. it was from a veteran of the war of 1812.i could not make out his name but i could read the dates. there was a flag on his grave. i just was struck by this grave. i'm not sure why. i'm an old hand at cemeteries. coming from an italian catholic family i practically grew up in them. someone was always dying and the kids always attended.
i still can't get that grave. that man, out of my thoughts.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”

Thomas Hardy (1915)


Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.


Only a thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.


Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.

The Man He Killed

from “The Dynasts” by Thomas Hardy (1915)

“Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

“But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.

“I shot him dead because—
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That’s clear enough; although

“He thought he’d ’list, perhaps,
Off-hand like—just as I—
Was out of work—had sold his traps—
No other reason why.

“Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.”

these are the 2 falcon chicks from the gulf tower. boy, big, huh????

Saturday, May 24, 2008

i have loved this song for years.
went to pudd'n boy's and gl's.

randy and boag were there. had a nice time sat by the firepit.
toasty warm!
beautiful morning. no rain.

got the flowers for the cemetery and my yard last night.

i'm in a sort of shades of purple mood this year.
i bought dark purple all the way to a lovely lavender shade
plus white inpatients (i get them every year)
i even bought a few sort of muted pinks to go with the purples.

i also bought red geraniums.they go on my poppop and gramma's grave too
because poppop was big on red for my nunu too.

have to take my mother this weekend to my dad's.

me, i want to be cremated and just blow in the wind. think of the places i'll go to!

Friday, May 23, 2008

got this over at the aristocrats

By DEVLIN BARRETT Associated Press Writer
© 2008 The Associated Press

SIOUX FALLS, S.D. — Sen. Hillary Clinton referred Friday to the assassination of Robert Kennedy in 1968 Democratic campaign as a reason she should continue to campaign despite increasingly long odds.

Clinton was responding to a question from the Sioux Falls Argus Leader editorial board about calls for her to drop out of the race.

"My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don't understand it," she said, dismissing the idea of dropping out.

Clinton said she didn't understand why, given this history, some Democrats were calling for her to quit...

that's just beyond any words from me.
this is posted over at the pgh women's blogging s.(i'm a proud member)

it's from gab and i'm plugging the show here for her too!

Friday, May 23, 2008
Where My Ladies At?
Hello there fellow Women Bloggers!

I am writing to you today to plug my upcoming FEMALE only comedy show at Slapsticks Comedy Loft on May 31st, at 8PM. Yes that's right, ONLY comedians with vaginas will be performing. This never happens in Pittsburgh. This is a great chance for you to not only support the local comedy scene (shout out to Ms. Mon for stopping by the Obey House last night for some local comedy), but also to support the women's comedy scene (which sadly is very small). Veteran comics Nance Marshall and Sally Chopping are on the bill, as well as newcomer Subhah Agwarl. Tickets cost $10. The room is non-smoking and there is NOT a two drink minimum. If you want to buy tickets in advance, you can email me: and I can arrange to sell them to you. Otherwise, you can buy them at the door. (If you opt for the buying them at the door approach, please mention my name because I will get paid more money.) Slapsticks is located at 2660 Library Road (RT. 88). For more information you can call: 412.920.JOKE.

Love always,

yes, a moment before, my glasses were on the top of my head!

me, seeing what i was looking at after remembering to put on my damn glasses!!!!


old age is NOT for wimps!

this is a young turkey that has started to come to my front feeder.
i get turkeys here every summer. i can't wait for the chicks to start trailing after their moms.

i worry about the coyotes tho.
yeah, i know, food chain and all that, but still...
pardon me if i get a little nostalgic:

got this just now in my e-mail. see, every e-mail, every phone call, every letter helps. small efforts but a mighty result when we all work together.

and i remind you, mccain didn't even BOTHER to show up and vote!

Dear Supporter,

As you may have heard, yesterday the Senate passed the 21st Century GI Bill with an overwhelming majority. What you may not have heard is that many of those who signaled they would oppose the bill, but voted for it, were talking about the heat coming from

Let me make it clear - it was you who had many Senators quaking in their shoes. They knew that all the work had done, (including the over 16,000 letters you wrote to the Senate and the ad we aired) made Americans well aware of what was at stake, and were fearful of having to go back to their constituents and have to explain why they voted against the GI Bill.

I wanted to share with you just a small sampling of all the media attention got because of your strength:





And, there was a ton more.

Thank you for all you have done to help the troops and veterans. The fight is not over, yet. The House of Representatives still has one more vote to go, and then the President might veto the measure, meaning we will need to get a two-thirds majority in Congress to override the veto. But, for now, as we go into this Memorial Day weekend, know that you have done a great thing to support those troops and veterans who have come home and only want to make a better life for themselves and their country.

Jon Soltz
Iraq War Veteran

check out what they have to say.
any time i can laugh at bill o.
instead of scream it's a great thing.

saw this at crooks and liars!

caution, F word!!!

cafe press has things available for nf 1 & 2
also tumor related and other items.

i liked this because i am a brain surgery survivor
and i always said "2 more holes in my head and i could be a bowling ball!"

you might want to take a look and show your support for someone touched by a illness.

how can you tell if an elephant was in your fridge?

by the footprints in the butter!

(for my daughter)

Thursday, May 22, 2008

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Saturday May 31, 2008 at 3:30 pm
The Verizon Center
601 F Street, NW
Washington, DC

Join Neurofibromatosis, Inc.-Mid-Atlantic for an afternoon of socializing
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The wise man does not lay up his own treasures. The more he gives to others, the more he has for his own.

lao tzu
the rain is over.
it's supposed to warm up.
still have to buy the flowers for the cemetery.
my dad is at a different cemetery and is in the army section so he has
a bronze marker and a vase that sort of pulls up from it and we paid to
have artificial flowers put in it for holidays. they don't allow planted flowers.
i have to bring my mom out there some time this weekend. hopefully the ground
will have dried out by then. my father is buried on a small hill and
mom isn't always steady.

check out the ACLU blog.
it's worth the read.

yes, i do belong.

What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

sort of a nothing day, even tho it was my little sweetie's official birthday.
spent the day cleaning and talking with my mom and trying to work out my feelings over the 1st. anniversary of my father's death which is coming up this holiday weekend.
there's been a lot of deaths and illnesses and bad news this past year for people that i know, or used to know years ago. for friends and acquaintances,
but there has been good things as well and so, i concentrate on those things.
or rather, i try to.

it's not an easy thing, but it's the only way.
my little sweetie makes it easier.
well, it WAS sunny out!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY you are 4 today!!!!!

PO loves you!
sunshine, finally.
nothing new.the sun is enough.

Monday, May 19, 2008


this is an older poem but i'm posting it for the pagan sphinx.

i'm working on my reading voice. not happy, but i'm trying to relax more.

i hope you like it.

i got to see the chicks being banded on the noon news.
you can tell how big they really are when someone is holding them.
they are far larger than they look in the nest with nothing near them to gauge their size. they were NOT happy at the banding and vet check but
it will help the population of falcons grow
i LOVE this poem:

What do animals dream?
by Yahia Lababidi

Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams
unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial?

Do they struggle to catch in their slumber
what is too slippery for the fingers of day?

Are there subtle nocturnal intimations
to illuminate their undreaming hours?

Are they haunted by specters of regret
do they visit their dead in drowsy gratitude?

Or are they revisited by their crimes
transcribed in tantalizing hieroglyphs?

Do they retrace the outline of their wounds
or dream of transformation, instead?

Do they tug at obstinate knots
inassimilable longings and thwarted strivings?

Are there agitations, upheavals or mutinies
against their perceived selves or fate?

Are they free of strengths and weaknesses peculiar
to horse, deer, bird, goat, snake, lamb or lion?

Are they ever neither animal nor human
but creature and Being?

Do they have holy moments of understanding
deep in the seat of their entity?

Do they experience their existence more fully
relieved of the burden of wakefulness?

Do they suspect, with poets, that all we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream?

Or is it merely a small dying
a little taste of nothingness that gathers in their mouths?


i missed it tho i did get to see someone cleaning up the nesting box.
every time i'd get up to do something around here i'd miss the good stuff.

they are banding the 2 chicks from the gulf tower today.

they are really big.

the 3 from pitt are younger and still white fluff balls.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

my little sweetie had her 4th birthday party
yesterday. she loved it. she wanted a 2 wheel bike and she got a pretty pink one with a bell and streamers. she also got a helmet and knee and elbow pads(thankfully!)

she jumped right on and started pedaling( it has training wheels, but she is a fearless little spirit and i don't think they will be on for long) i get nervous so i'm glad i won't be around when they come off!

this is at my kid's house with some of the family.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

this is an old poem from my files. i pulled it out and started changing it a bit:

bow wow

i always knew

you loved your dogs more
than you ever loved me

their fur was softer
to the touch than mine
their devotion more readily seen

and love returned.
in point of fact
eagerly given.

rolling over on their backs
submissively offered up bellies
legs spread wide

you often pointed this out
with a laugh that really wasn't.

i always knew
how could i not?

you cried when one or the other
came down with some canine ill
paid the bill without complaint

yet left me to fend for myself
in stitches with a laugh
that wasn't.

not really.
happy 1 year anniversary to the pittsburgh woman's blogging society.

wow! i've met some fine people by being there. thank you.
sat, and a little sun.

Friday, May 16, 2008


i do, sort of black and icky, but i do!
oh my, what fun!

now they are SCREAMING at each other out there!
still pumping out water and i've got a massive headache from it all.

these are the 2 baby falcons from the gulf tower nest. they are older that the 3 over at pitt and you can see their adult feathers coming in.
well, they've hauled a dump truck full of mud and asphalt out of here and
they are STILL pumping brown water from the hole. i'd say there was enough water under the street here to fill up pudd'n boy and gl's pool. that's a lot of water.

i wonder if we will have a street left or just a giant sink hole.

i have no water.

now i've got 6 guys in the street in front of my house and not 1 of em knocked on my door to tell me they were shutting off the water.

they know i'm here!
god, there are guys tramping all over spraying blue paint and measuring and wanding looking for lines and the jack hammer is going AND it's freaking raining to boot!

if it were my long awaited sewer line i'd be doing the happy happy joy joy dance
(been waiting 14, count 'em, 14 YEARS for that promise from the township)
BUT since they are bailing water out from where the main valve is and checking my yard and my adjoining neighbor's and spraying blue paint, i'd say it is a bad omen!
well, looks like we've got a water main leak right in from of my place. there's a backhoe and a compressor and a dump truck here! phooey!
it is a friday, even if it's rainy and cold , so

here's one of my favorites. crank up the volume!

this is for today's joke.

have a happy friday, cluck, cluck!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

the fates smiled. i was feeling empty and i was fooling around here just looking thru my files and i came upon the recording of the apache friendship prayer.

i listened to it, 2 times and i somehow feel a little better.
not so blank in my spirit. funny how things just are found or rediscovered when i ask for help. thanks.

these 2 fuzzy little babies are on the gulf tower here!

i've been watching the falcon's babies again. i love the webcam there and the link to the bird blog there!

the blog is great so much info and the pictures of the eggs hatching and the babies and parents are awsome.these pictures are from the blog there!

these are the 3 from pitt.

go and see them. it gives me a sense of peace.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Late Spring
by Henry Van Dyke


Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,
Why the sweet Spring delays,
And where she hides, -- the dear desire
Of every heart that longs
For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire
Of maple-buds along the misty hills,
And that immortal call which fills
The waiting wood with songs?
The snow-drops came so long ago,
It seemed that Spring was near!
But then returned the snow
With biting winds, and all the earth grew sere,
And sullen clouds drooped low
To veil the sadness of a hope deferred:
Then rain, rain, rain, incessant rain
Beat on the window-pane,
Through which I watched the solitary bird
That braved the tempest, buffeted and tossed,
With rumpled feathers, down the wind again.
Oh, were the seeds all lost
When winter laid the wild flowers in their tomb?
I searched their haunts in vain
For blue hepaticas, and trilliums white,
And trailing arbutus, the Spring's delight,
Starring the withered leaves with rosy bloom.
The woods were bare: and every night the frost
To all my longings spoke a silent nay,
And told me Spring was far and far away.
Even the robins were too cold to sing,
Except a broken and discouraged note, --
Only the tuneful sparrow, on whose throat
Music has put her triple finger-print,
Lifted his head and sang my heart a hint, --
"Wait, wait, wait! oh, wait a while for Spring!"


But now, Carina, what divine amends
For all delay! What sweetness treasured up,
What wine of joy that blends
A hundred flavours in a single cup,
Is poured into this perfect day!
For look, sweet heart, here are the early flowers,
That lingered on their way,
Thronging in haste to kiss the feet of May,
And mingled with the bloom of later hours, --
Anemonies and cinque-foils, violets blue
And white, and iris richly gleaming through
The grasses of the meadow, and a blaze
Of butter-cups and daisies in the field,
Filling the air with praise,
As if a silver chime of bells had pealed!
The frozen songs within the breast
Of silent birds that hid in leafless woods,
Melt into rippling floods
Of gladness unrepressed.
Now oriole and blue-bird, thrush and lark,
Warbler and wren and vireo,
Confuse their music; for the living spark
Of Love has touched the fuel of desire,
And every heart leaps up in singing fire.
It seems as if the land
Were breathing deep beneath the sun's caress,
Trembling with tenderness,
While all the woods expand,
In shimmering clouds of rose and gold and green,
To veil the joys too sacred to be seen.


Come, put your hand in mine,
True love, long sought and found at last,
And lead me deep into the Spring divine
That makes amends for all the wintry past.
For all the flowers and songs I feared to miss
Arrive with you;
And in the lingering pressure of your kiss
My dreams come true;
And in the promise of your generous eyes
I read the mystic sign
Of joy more perfect made
Because so long delayed,
And bliss enhanced by rapture of surprise.
Ah, think not early love alone is strong;
He loveth best whose heart has learned to wait:
Dear messenger of Spring that tarried long,
You're doubly dear because you come so la

To Nature
by Samuel Coleridge

It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
turning out to be lovely and warmer and that lifts my heart.
trying to move my butt and get dressed but it's so sunny and the birds are singing and i'm too busy watching them from my window.

Monday, May 12, 2008

of towhees and indigo buntings...

yes, they are both back.
15 years ago when i moved here i had no idea what a towhee was. i saw a bird by the jagger bush in the back and looked it up in my bird book. it was a towhee. the book said that if there are towhees around there may be indigo buntings. well, i had no idea what they were either but the name intrigued me.
a few nights later, there at my back deck feeder was the most beautiful tiny little bird. he was an iridescent peacock blue and looked as if he were someone's pet songbird lose from their cage.
every spring now, the towhee pair comes back to the jagger bush (which i let grow and has become home to more than a few bird families)and a week later the indigo bunting appears.

i am blessed.
what a beautiful face. what a wonderful woman.

just read this on my aol.

A Polish social worker during World War II, Irena Sendler masterminded operations to rescue nearly 2,500 Jewish children from the Nazis by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto. Sendler died Monday at 98.

i really REALLY wanted to buy this t-shirt but only xxl was available.

i've had a LOT of experience with medication side effects over my life including a doc that told me the one medication had "sudden death" as a side effect! truth, sudden death as a side effect. i opted for another drug and that one gave me neurological damage among other happy little giftys! i'm not on that anymore either. turns out i was on it for almost a year and didn't need it. that calls for a "FUCK!"
not a "phooey" no matter how intense the phooey is.

so, i love the shirt.

i've posted this before. that's because it's
worth posting every now and again.

You Are Me

You are me and I am you.
It is obvious that we are inter-are.
You cultivate the flower in
yourself so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself so
that you do not have to suffer.
I support you you support me.
I am here to bring you peace
you are here to bring me joy.

- Thich Naht Hahn
nice surprise yesterday. took my mom to the mall because her feet bother her and we decided to see if easy spirit shoes might feel better for her instead of the tenny's she's been wearing. i have a pair of their tenny's and they feel pretty good on my feet. sore feet are a real bummer!

she got 3 different pair of shoes. i hope they help her.
anyway, on the way out of the store we ran into my kid and her hubby and my little sweetie at the kids playground in the mall. we all ended up taking mom to a late lunch and she got breaded shrimp. she's been wanting breaded shrimp for awhile now but
hadn't felt like going out.

she ate almost all of them and got the rest boxed to go.
it was a nice time.
cold, rain, ick!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

sun's finally back out but more rain later! phooey!
listen and you will hear and see why i decided to support him.

check out the video of his speeches at obama's website!

Your Feet
by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
wet saturday. went out last night to the club and watched the pens game.
i'm not a big hockey fan but it's fun to watch them with a crowd. it ways way too loud but i know you have to have the volume up so that everyone can hear while people are yelling and some are playing pool