Frustration...

Okay people...you've guessed it...I'm having a very frustrating day...I love my kid, but there's just something about teenagers and attitude that don't mix...I came home yesterday after a really long day at the flower shop and found my house had been hit by Hurricane Jessica...FUCK! I love her, I do...I really really do...but I've gotten used to coming home to my peaceful apartment...and just plunking my tired ass onto my couch and vegging...but that's not happening anymore...I can't find the damn couch...apparently Jess has decided to remodel...or do an early spring cleaning...or some friggin thing...and what it boils down to is that my kitchen...living room...bathroom and every nook and cranny in between in cluttered up with fucking junk gallore! It's not good for my sanity...I need some kind of strategy that will help me rekindle a bit of my former calm and serenity before I completely lose the plot...maybe I should take up yoga...or tai chi...or something zen-like...I don't know...Valentine's day sucked...for more reasons than one...and now my kid's home and tearing the place apart...HELP!!!!!!!!! I need somebody to take me out of here...to someplace relaxing...someplace where I can turn my brain off for awhile and just chill...any suggestions?? Oh well...I think I'll go take a shower...perhaps throw on a movie...hibernate in my room and come out in the early morning light hopefully refreshed and sporting a more positive outlook...wish me luck...Ciao, adieu...buh bye la...

Waiting...

Waiting is all I seem to do these days...I wait for the bus, I wait in line for coffee, I wait in line at the grocery store, I wait for lunch, I wait for the end of the day to go home...I wait for a ride, or the bus again...I wait for phone calls, for mail, and for that special someone to come over. I wait, and wait, and wait. Have I mentioned how much I hate waiting?? I do...I hate it...call me impatient...call me hasty, call me whatever the hell you want...but I'm telling you right here and now...I hate to wait! Right now, as we speak I am waiting...waiting for somebody to keep his word and come over...waiting to see him so that I can feel that special tingle only he can make me feel...I'm waiting to see his beautiful smile...waiting to hold his hands...to hear his husky voice speak my name...I'm waiting for him to hold me, feel me...love me...I'm waiting....

Love

Tonight I wanted to write a bit about what's in my heart. I'm in love....sooooo in love. The man to whom I owe this outpouring of emotion is a tall, dark and handsome fella...charming, sweet and extremely passionate. He's funny and wise and makes my heart skip a beat every time he walks into the room. I get chills whenever I hear his name spoken and I get as nervous as a schoolgirl when I know he's around. I just wanted him to know that if he's reading this...I love you! I love you I love you, I really really do... Can't wait for the future because I know you're in it...thank you for today, yesterday...and for all the tomorrows to come...You are my heart...I LOVE YOU!

Here I go a' musing.....

It's early morning...6:24 am to be exact...I woke up before the alarm...I have a headache...I have to get ready for work...although I feel a bit shitty the thought of heading into work and seeing my guy makes me smile...the thought of a nice hot coffee courtesy of my elderly co-worker Margaret also brings a smile to my lips...I'm sure Margaret may have been the original Mrs. Doubtfire...you see, she's an old Scottish woman who can tell you stories of being in London during WWII...ah yes, the lass has many a story about the war...the potato famine, the wild parties on the Isle of Man...the dampness that invaded her bones on the best of days...and an array of old Scottish customs that would make anybody laugh...(though not to her face). You see, even though she rambles; and ramble she does...to anybody who'll listen poor girl...she's probably the best co-worker a gal could have...she's taught me so much in the wee bit I've known her. I am now an excellent brass, silver and copper polisher...I've learned that you can either do a job well...(which usually entails ripping a place apart to get into all the nooks and crannies) or you can do it fast...it's really up to you....I've learned that sometimes saying nothing at all is better than charging in like a bull in a china shop...and I've learned that even though people may come from a different country and a different time, have vastly different backgrounds...they all love the same...and I must say...I love you Margaret! Thanks for being you! You wee Scottish lass! XOXO
So, with that I bid you adieu...musing's done for today... Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go....

What is it about love?

What is it about love that has us so distracted?
Is it the passion and the lust to which we are attracted?
A million stars light up the sky the first time two people kiss.
The gentleness is profound when bodies mesh in carnal bliss.
There is another side to love however, that most often than not,
Is ugly, hard and cruel, for which we have forgot.
For all the beauty that love brings, tables too often are turned.
Then bitterness sets in, we are broken, we are burned.
So what is it about love that keeps us on it's track?
Perhaps it's the hope that someday,
Someone will love us back!

Chiropractor, chiropractor, crack me up please!

Well, as most of you know, I fell a few weeks back and sprained my hip. Today however, I went to my second visit to the chiropractor... I met Dr. Sherri a few months ago when she was adjusting the backs of my employer's dogs...yes...the dogs...lol... I had no idea if she was any good because the dogs haven't said a word about it to me...but, I figured what the hell...it certainly couldn't hurt...could it? Well, on my first visit Sherri took a scan of my entire spinal column, as well as my feet...I watched a little video about what chiropractic care could do for me and then she adjusted my back...initially everything felt good...that was on friday...on sunday my neck was killing me...I worked it out with A5-3-5, tylenol, ibuprofen and a muscle relaxant...lol...felt better on sunday evening...Monday was a new day...bringing me to my second appointment...this time Dr. Sherri gave me all the results of my scans...well, I'm in bad shape...my spine looks like something out of the X Files...lol...but, she did assure me that she'll have me back up and running in no time...another 100 adjustments and boom, I'll be a new woman...lol...
Well, upon my return to work, my employer, who is a very witty, sarcastic and funny man says: "How did it go?" I say "Not bad, but she said my back's in bad shape...look at the copy of the scan she took of my back...I've got more verterbra out than I do in!!" lol...and my employer, being the man that he is says to me..."Well, when is she putting you down??" LMAO!! I said, "I'm not sure, but I'll let you know if it comes down to that." LOL! Well, after a few more comments about my going to the vet to get my back adjusted, I laughed, told him he was silly, and left him. What a day this was........... Adieu, Salut, Goodbye...Ciao...

Update...

Hello...I realize it's time for a blog update. I've been so busy between work, falling down the stairs and spraining my hip, catching the flu and falling madly, deeply in love that I've had absolutely not had the luxury of the time nor the inclination to muse on any subject whatsoever. I suppose it is time to rectify this however so here I go.

Things I've learned in January 2009:
1- slippery steps should be salted by your landlord at all times or else you'll slip and fall down every single one of the bastards...
2- a constipated dog is not a picnic
3- old people get sick, have strokes...tell you you're getting married to "some fella" and the next day forget all about it...
4- I'm learning to love my new slimmer body
5- even at 38, when that special someone looks at me and smiles, I become the sexiest creature on the planet
6- I feel like a teenager because the man I love told me he loves me too...I'm now officially the happiest woman in the world...

I know this note is short and sweet, and perhaps lacking in the musing department...but all I can think about is him...and how much I love him...ah oui, c'est l'amour!!!!!!