One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to ( Read more... )

NO MORE WORK TODAY
WATCHING THE CLOCK COUNTING TIME
LONGING FOR FREEDOM

Monsoon season is the best season in Phoenix.  A full month or two of lightening, thunder, dust storms, and rain.  In the desert, that's a commodity.  It can get fairly violent, however.  It's the true nature of the desert; the heat is vicious, the winter nighttime temperatures plummett mercilessly after a deceptively warm day, and the storms are ( Read more... )

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I was completely unmotivated at work today.  Highlights include spending the last hour picking out five books for the literary guild bookclub.  It didn't get more exciting than that.  Prior to that, I was looking at stroller bar toys at babies r us.  It was an action packed day.

It was 113 again today.  It may be a dry heat, but it's fierce and ( Read more... )

goodbye disneyland,
tourists standed in hot lines,
three dollar churros.

I'm so pissed.  I had a brilliant post that just disappeared.  Auto-save has failed me.  All that remains is this brilliant haiku; pure art, man. 

...ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me.

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Welcome to Phoenix, where the lizards are bigger than your cat and oven mitts are a necessity for summer driving.  Yesterday it cooled off considerably, the high temperature peaking at 104 here in the valley of the sun.  Whoohoo.  A cold snap!  Time to break out the jeans, ladies and gentlemen?  Indeed, as evidenced by the massive dust storm that ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I had an uncontrollable surge of creativity, which resulted in 25 handmade notecards.  No idea where that came from.  Maybe the moon was in Saturn, or something.  It was SO uncontrollable that I found myself in the bathroom with scissors in one hand and a hunk of hair in the other.  I swear I had an urban mullet.  Margie can call it a ( Read more... )

I'm really struggling with non-smoking. I don't know why this should be; I have every reason to want to stay quit. Ray and Alex are everything to me, and I want to be around for both of them. My addiction speaks to me, though. It cleverly points out George Burns, who smoked cigars till he died (of natural causes), for instance.

Ray and I quit on 27 ( Read more... )