Who Needs Sugar When You Have Venganza?

I was directed to an appalling, yet interesting site today:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/55807
If you ever have some time and want to see what kind of people, and I use the term loosely, are out there, I suggest you read this article. It's days like this when I have to stop whatever it is I am doing at the moment and literally shake my head in disbelief. I was then directed to another site:
http://www.venganza.org/about/open-letter/
Again, when you get some time. This site was more entertaining than appalling, but in the end it just goes to show that I have way too much time on my hands. Good thing I am at work when these links are sent in my direction. I have my boss to thank for them.

You know, today started out in an interesting state. I got emotionally caught up in an article I was reading on the way into the office. It was about the writers childhood, how she had had a brother, how she spent 8 years visiting him in the hospital when they found out he had a rare illness, and then about how she had to live the remainder of her childhood with the void after he passed away. I sat there crying, making the gentleman beside me appear a little uncomfortable. Then, once I got into work and checked my email, I discovered I had a comment from one of my posts (How To Save A Life). Cherry was nice enough to explain the origins of the song, which made me even more sad! The information was/is greatly appreciated.

The moments following the reading of Cherry's comment were detrimental to the rest of this day. I made a silent vow to myself to make sure I had a great day full of hilarity and laughter. I have managed to pull it off. Ten fold. Yeah me! Unfortunately, my coworkers have had to suffer through my insanity and hyperactivity, not that that is much different from any other day, but today was particularly agonizing for them. Whoever said you can't be hyper without sugar was a bold faced liar.

Shivers

Your arm brushed up against me. It sent shivers down my spine. You felt me inhale. You blushed. I smiled and felt the heat in my face. Silence. Beautiful silence between us. Not soon to be forgotten.

Healthy

Rose coloured cheeks
Sparkle glimmerings in the eye
Shiny, soft, silky strands of hair
The smile crosses her face
She relishes in the warmth
Sun kisses on the tip of the nose

Pucker Up!

I have discovered, while once again looking into my rear view mirror, that the lines in my lips are becoming more and more predominant. This disturbs me greatly. Don't get me wrong, I have learned to embrace the fact that I am getting older, I don't have a problem with it. I do, however, have a problem with my mouth starting to look like I've been sucking golf balls for the past thirty years.

Can I congratulate myself for contributing to the lines, by smoking off and on all those years? Or should I condemn myself for knowing better and deciding to care less about it at a time when such things never crossed my mind? Perhaps a little of both. Perhaps I should take up smoking again, just to cement the facial changes that are inevitable. The lip lines. The puckered look that older woman get from smoking for too many years and not drinking enough water for all those years. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I at least drink like a fish. Water. I drink water like a fish. Come to think of it, I could use a drink. Although a shot of Crown would feel and taste much better than the 3 liters of water I've been pounding all day.

So, now the quest begins. The quest to find the pre-surgery product that will morphe my new lip lines into the smooth skin it once was. Who cares if my friends can't see what the hell I am talking about? I can! I was thinking maybe it was just that particular day. That particular day when I was a little parched and slightly dehydrated and apparently a tad delusional. That particular day when I stared for way too long into the mirror. Stared into the mirror for as long as it took for the lines to appear and never leave. I never have claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed.

The other lines on my face are wonderful. I actually love them. They show to the world that I have enjoyed my life, thus far. Those lines tell the story of the times I have grinned, smiled, giggled, laughed and balls out rolled around on the floor until I wet myself. Those lines I admire. I admire them on other people too. It's those lines that make me appreciate getting older. Those lines that have me waiting in anticipation for what is next to come for me in this life.

Come to think of it, I guess the lines that are forming around my lips don't bother me that much after all. Nothing a little Vaseline or heavy duty cream won't help smother for another few years.

Papa's Got A Brand New Bag. (day 24)

Hello, jello. Have you seen my marbles? I think I lost them somewhere between here and there. They must have slipped out of my little bag and rolled on to the floor without my knowing. The constant chattering of my chocolate hungry jaw is beginning to make me want to smash my own face with a rubber mallet. Yes. That's right. A rubber mallet. Yes. That's right too. I have finally gone over the edge. Pass me the straight jacket please. Where's my one way ticket to the padded walls? Thanks. This trip has been fun. Only four more weeks to go. Maybe then my marbles will find their way back into the ball sack. Cross your fingers for me.
On a positive note: I have lost almost 15Lbs in three weeks. Some of my old pants are actually able to fit over my ass. This is a sign of great encouragement. Encourage me damnit! Thank you! Would some one please stop the M&M's from dancing before my face? it's very rude to not share you know.

How To Save A Life

I think this is the 45th time I have listened to this song today. I'm not sure what I like the most about it yet though. The lyrics are compelling. The melody heart warming. The lead vocalist has grabbed hold of a part of my soul and I'm not sure I can make him let go. 46th time. The first time I heard this song, my heart melted and I immediately found the words and printed them off so I could memorize them. I've been singing it in the shower, in the car and now at the computer. "Try to slip by his defense..." Gawd. This song. I danced to it for at least half an hour. Long enough to start to glisten with small beads of sweat. "...with you all night..." The beat; it's hard to describe. I can sway dance to it or do a two step. It's amazing. To be able to do the combination of the two. It's hard to find in a song. Well, it's hard to find in a song where you can blend the two together well. 47th. So sidetracked when his voice comes over the speakers. I have to read and re-read what I have written. I get up and sway around the basement. I even ignore the instant messages so I can listen to his vibrato. I've been holding my bladder for the longest time because I don't want to be out of ears range. I have learned that this band has been primarily played on the television show Grey's Anatomy... I don't watch that show. Maybe that's a good thing, as this obsession would have started earlier than it has and I would be way more insane than I am right at this moment. Even the kick drums. Everything about this song is beautiful. 49th. "you begin to wonder why you came" I wanted to go to the bands concert when they came to Toronto. I asked one of my girlfriends if she would like to come with me. She had no idea who I was talking about. I didn't go see them. I'm stupid. Well, maybe not exactly stupid. At a concert you have to contend with all the other millions of adoring fans, screaming and singing and shouting their praises. At least in the comfort of my own house I can listen to them all on my own. No other voices to compete with. No other disturbances to piss me off and try to disrupt my concentration. Just me and this song. Over and over and over again. I like the other songs, don't get me wrong. 50th. There's just something about this particular one. I can't put my finger on it yet. Excuse me while I go dance around for a while.