The Run-On

1. Sometimes I blackout.
2. Projectile Vomiting would be my super hero power.
   
3. There is nothing worse than a pen that runs out of ink.
4. I hate brushing my teeth but, am scared of bad teeth
5. I want to stuff my dog when she dies-she'd be a good coffee table.
6. Cotton balls freak me out.
7. Midgets scare me, but I am legally short enough to be called a midget.
8. I hate wearing underwear as underwear.
9. I love wearing underwear as clothing.
10. I can't sing.
11. I think I am an excellent dancer.
12. Clowns frighten me.
13. If I have something to say to you, I'll say it.
14. I love to dream.
15. I used to chant mantras in my head when I was in High School.
16. I can't remember people's names.
17. I would do anything for my family.
18. I wanted to be a prostitute when I was little.
19. Sometimes I am convinced I have Lost My Mind.
20. I am way too smart for the things I do.
21. Cerulean Blue is my favorite color.
22. I am constantly trying to motivate my motivation.
23. Coffee makes me purr.
24. Rubbing my butt makes me purr.
25. My dog likes her butt rubbed too-she learned it from watching me.
26. My dog looks like a Pig-Cow-Dog.
27. I can't fart around other people, not even my husband-brothers don't count.
28. I fart.
29. My son is the best blessing I never knew I wanted.
30. Picking your nose does not make you gross.
31. Sometimes I wonder if I was ever an artist.
32. I covet friends that have traits I lack.
33. I covet pillows.
34. I hate chain mail.
35. One day I would like to see The Great Pyramid of Khufu.
36. I want to travel but rarely leave my house.
37. My mind is constantly on vacation.
38. I'll never be a Broadway dancer, and dancing was the one true thing I breathed when I was little.
39. I don't know what to do with my life.
40. Sometimes I want to run away from it all.
41. There are things that haunt me; that I have never told ANYONE.
42. I'm not religious.
43. I believe in a greater power.
44. I hate cigarettes.
45. I love Mint Juleps.
46. I sing poop songs to my son: one to the Um pa Lumpa Song and the other to the A-Team.
    
47. I am frightened by trains.
48. I would love a motorcycle and realize I would probably die on one.
49. I don't like to make fun of people.
50. My armpits stink to the high heavens.
51. I dislike football.
52. My son sleeping is the only heaven anyone could possibly need.
53. I like to smell my husband's armpits.
54. Yes the drapes, match the curtains.
55. I seem to always kill Orchids, but cacti are no problem.
56. Chicken Parmesan freaks me out.
57. Conceded people should drop dead at my feet.
58. My friends mean the world to me.
59. My husband and son are my loves.
60. My mother can grow Orchids like weeds.
61. My father, is still my hero.
    

Ce n'est pas un artiste

Over The Sabbath some friends and I discussed what it is that defines us. Defines me. Defines the artist. And what holds us back. Most certainly, it is I. That inability to make a leap in faith, that I can make stuff. That maybe someone will hate it and think it is hack work, but at least I defined myself as an artist. That the work I do is artistic as long as I call myself that.

He wafts through the air.

Sifts through the breeze.

Holding quiet study.

Squatting on her knees.

What he doesn't tell you.

Is only what she sees.

She is aware of all your gestures.

And answers with only,

please.

I can make roses bloom.

If I could just find my camera.

Seriously have lost probably one of the more important tools to keeping up this blog.

My camera.

Has anyone seen it?

Why do I misplace important and/or expensive objects? Once again, another reason I do not need to own an I-phone.

The Phenomena of Vertigo

At this point, I am wondering if my world will ever be normal again. Daily tasks take so much effort and by this point, the dizzy "spells" should have gone the way of velvet paintings. At the ripened age of 28 I use the word "spells", what am I 82?

Perhaps this is a faith thing.

Maybe this is possession.

Perhaps, I just float on this retching sea aboard land.

Hoping for relief, trying not to lose site of the horizon.

I need someone to waft incense over my body,

cleanse the demon, prescribe the dramamine, oh god-I feel ill.

HouseWife-Of-Sorts

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