Showing posts from February, 2008

Killed For Being Gay...

Gas Leak?

The other night, right before I went to bed, I walked in the hallway and noticed a gas-like smell. It had that sulfuric odor to it and I knew that it had to be a leak somewhere. It was midnight and I was tired, but hell if I was going to fly under those covers to never wake up again. Madelene called the gas company and they came over right away. This older man who’s been doing this for over 30 yrs tells us he definitely smells something too. So, I’m thinking, good thing we called! He’s shuffling around the apartment and then goes to the dryer. (Which is the general area where I smelled it.) Anyway, he checks the dryer to see if it’s gas or electric and finds that it runs on electric thank God. He gets his little meter stick out to check if there are any leaks, and no beeps were heard. He walks over to the gas stove, and I heard loud beeping. “Don’t worry, just checking if this thing works.” he shouts over, reassuring that we wouldn’t be dying anytime soon from carbon monoxide. He kept

No One

I couldn't have said it better, Madelene... I love you... Thanks for introducing me to this song! It's perfect! I just want you close Where you can stay forever You can be sure That it will only get better You and me together Through the days and nights I don't worry 'cause Everything's going to be alright People keep talking they can say what they like But all I know is everything's going to be alright No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what I'm feeling No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you Can get in the way of what I feel for you None of them can love me like you do your feelings for me is not you better love me they cant come between me and you yes you always around you're the one to wear my crown I know you love me I know you'll never let me down woman you are so blessed you never worry or stress You're my empress me and you together When the rain is pouring down And my heart is hurting You will

What's That Smell?

I stink. See, I bought this new cologne/perfume, sort of a unisex type of toilet that I “thought” smelled really good when I first was introduced to it. Somebody at a friend’s party was wearing it, so I asked what it was. Now, stupidly enough, they told me. I don’t ever tell anyone what I wear or the combos I mix, because then they’ll run out and get it themselves or protest against it …not sure which one. Anyway, like a copycat unoriginal moron, I went out and bought the love potion myself. I was excited to go home, spray myself a few times with this magic concoction and head out to dinner with my sweetie. Here’s one of my secrets: I always apply lotion on top of the perfume to lessen the blow, if it’s a pungent and strong solution.. Result: I smelled like one of those perfume samples in a magazine. I smelled like an old Vogue insert from 1982. This perfume isn’t one of those cheap drug store kinds either – it’s a well-known and expensive brand that I already smelled on somebody else

A Korean, a Behemoth and an Italian Girl at the Checkout Counter...

People are such inconsiderate, irritable, self-absorbed moronic idiots lately, I swear. It’s like, you try to give most people the benefit of the doubt and they seem to just vomit ugliness everywhere. And no, I’m no angel to begin with… and therein lies my dilemma... Picture it. New York, 2008. Tuesday, late afternoon standing in line at a local Korean market buying fresh salmon for dinner…say 4ish or so… I had just gotten back from the big supermarket buying staple groceries, fighting the mass crowds of people who were pushing, shoving and wrestling one another for the very last can of habichuelas, because there was a snowstorm brewing outside. God forbid we go without a smoked ham and apple crumb cake for a day or so. A little woman standing outside of the supermarket while it was snowing asked if I could give her a ride down the road, however, her cart was full of groceries and my bus of an SUV had tons of wood piled up in it, plus the bulk of groceries I had going on myself…and o

Having a Bad Day

For one, it’s cold out there. It’s below zero and my nose is red and runny. I can’t turn on the fireplace, because the night before the high winds made the smoke back up into my apartment making me cough like a mule all night. Our gas and electric bill was close to $400.00, leaving me to watch the gage a bit more carefully so we don’t pay up the wazoo next month. I’m starting to think the Amish really know what’s best. When I woke up early this morning, I went to go make coffee – first thing. I had to take the grains out from the previous morning, which the little paper thing happened to rip, leaving me with a pile of coffee grinds all over my tiled floors. Not in the mood to clean, but I sucked it up and did it grudgingly. My eggs had shells in it. Nuff’ said. I found cold air floating inside because the flu of my fireplace was still opened. I couldn’t close it because there were a few embers brewing bright red from the night before. I work as a freelance writer for a magazine. I had

Can Our Deceased Loved Ones Visit Our Dreams?

Leesa ’s done it. She took the “crud” out of my system. The “crud” being referred to as writer’s block or just 'I don’t wanna write' type of phase where all I post are someone else’s words or just plop a video onto a post. Voila – a post! So now I am going to ride the coattails of my friend Leesa , who is an amazing writer, thinker, soul-searching, thought provoking and beautiful person. (Can I get any more adjectives in there?) Okay, she’s sexy too! On her post entitled, “’Til Death Do Us Part (Maybe)”, she explained her thoughts regarding her deceased grandmother visiting her dreams. She tossed around the idea that maybe it was her neurotransmitters in her brain that conflicted with the actual – wait – “possible” notion that it could very well be her grandma’s spirit coming for a visit. Toggling the theory of science vs. religion and spiritual encounters, Leesa triggered some memories I’ve had of my grandmother “visiting” me in my dreams right before her death. I told my m

Words of Encouragement From My Mom

How to Make a Beautiful Life Love yourself. MAKE PEACE with who you are and where you are at this moment in time. Listen to your heart. If you can't hear what it's saying in this noisy world, MAKE TIME for yourself. Enjoy your own company. Let your mind wander among the stars. Try. Take chances. MAKE MISTAKES . Life can be messy and confusing at times, but it's also full of surprises. The next rock in your path might be a stepping-stone. Be happy. When you don't have what you want, want what you have. MAKE DO . That's a well-kept secret of contentment. There aren't any shortcuts to tomorrow. You have to MAKE YOUR OWN WAY. To know where you're going is only part of it. You need to know where you've been, too. And if you ever get lost, don't worry. The people who love you will find you. Count on it. Life isn't days and years. It's what you do with time and with all the goodness and grace that's inside you. MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE... The kin

Forgiveness by Rich R.

Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Forgiveness can soften the heart, drain the bitterness, and dissolve your guilt. If you can just learn to forgive, you yourself will in turn be forgiven.If you are at war with someone else you surely will never find peace within. If you want to get along, go along. You need to leave your old baggage behind; the less you carry, the farther you will go. I personally find peace of mind when I forgive rather than judge. I have always believed in forgiving your enemies; nothing annoys them more. Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. Forgiveness is actually a funny thing. It warms your heart and cools the sting as well. It takes the internal pain your in right away. Anger is a controllable emotion. It does no good and harms everything in it's path. It destroys, relationships, friends, jobs, and yourself. Learn to deal with it by not dealing with it. Let it go. Just simply let it go. I promise you will

Shirley? ...Surely!

Is she not precious?

Perfect In God's Eyes

I’ve been mistaken for Jesus apparently. Since I claim to be Christian and talk the talk, sometimes I stumble with walking the walk. In almost each post and in my book , I point out that I am still a work in progress. I’m not perfect…I’m human. I can only try to be “Christ-like”, but if you really think about it, can we really be perfect like Christ? Can we follow His example to perfection? Or can we just learn as we go? I share my thoughts and what I think are the best ideas, but yet, again, I’m human. I’m not Jesus. ...WWJD? Well, I can try, but it’s going to be very hard. Keep alert and pray. Otherwise temptation will overpower you. For though the spirit is willing enough, the body is weak. ~Matthew 26:41 Temptation can encompass many aspects of life’s desires and actions. When we’re tempted to do something less than “Christ-like”, it’s our body that’s at fault - our physical being here on earth and not our spirit. Our physical being vs. our spiritual side are at constant war wit