Perhaps its spring fever affecting the blogosphere - perhaps its the gravity of Easter...or maybe its just a twisted cyber hair up my virtual nether regions - but what ever it is I am itchy for a change.

Whether I visit or not - I always check my friends list. And when I see those NASTY green pluses I summarily delete that from my list because I hate that whole 'friends/favorites thing. Its noncommital and doesn't work for me. I'm sure it has its purpose and that's fine - but that which does not serve - should not be considered. So I don't. And there were three of the monsters waiting me this morning. I didn't go ask why. I didn't beg. I just exercised my fingers.

One of the problems I see now with having more than maybe 156 friends added over time is that you cannot get to everyone to comment frequently and that means you risk a big fat green plus. So be it. I have reconciled it in my head as a part of blog life.

BUT - two bloggers did that thing which always makes me scratch my greying head and go 'huh?' They disappeared. Yup. Shut down, walked off...left. For whatever reason...itchy turned to blogicide and they sought a permanent solution.

I feel it too. A need to change up my blog. I thought about culling entries. Like who reads things from a year and a half ago anyway? But there is a sense of 'incompleteness' in doing that. Its like cutting your own hair...without your glasses...and with your kiddie scissors. I'm not sure I'd be satisfied with the results.

So - I'm going to ask you...what would you do with my blog if you were me...and I'm also going to advise you that if you come here and see - well - changes - its cuz I'm scratching my itch.

DELETION IS NOT AN OPTION. I'm only itchy - not blogicidal.

So I stole the picture off of the internet during a search for "Grendel" - its nekked and scary. Let's see if the powers that be delete it..ha

I'm in a rotten mood. If I could spit venom I'd be wallowing in dead people right now. If I could spit acid - the house would be sizzling...But with my luck I'd try to spit and the wind would blow it back into my eyes...

I expected a quiet day. I spent about six hours fighting freakin' fires at work - because there is no set plan anymore and we just wait until things combust to deal with them...and only one of us is allowed to have the brain. The rest of us have to stand around with our fingers in an orifice grunting and whining. And for a few - even grunting and whining with a planted finger is too much multitasking to deal with.

I come home after a dinner "out" with the boy and grendel and the papas and chile are about half staff in my gullet - burning up the pipes...and all we have is that damnable fruit flavored Tums crap. I could eat sidewalk chalk and get the same effect without that horrific St Joe's Orange aspirin slash potty water aftertaste.

I'm trying to print something nice and purpley for this class I am cofacilitating and I get tie dye because I need a red cartridge for my BA (yes I have a BIG BAD LASER PRINTER. FEEL THE POWER. AR AR AR) printer but do I have money to go get a red cartridge? .... So everything is green.

And to cap it - I am jumping through the rim of my sphincter to attempt to give that moronic testosterone producing mass of male flesh a nice party tomorrow for his damn birthday and his parting shot was a rant about one freakin' shirt and pair of jeans on a hanger - still on his side of the damn bed. OH MY GOD I AM THE ANTICHRIST for leaving something on his side of the bed after he has asked me not to. I know its a little pitiful thing - but so are the books stacked on the table and the shit on the end table and the front yard that hasn't been cut all summer and the stinkin' pile o apples thats attracting hordes of flies and several skunks and the van in the back yard with birds nests in the engine and the floor to ceiling black hole that our "spare half assed built room" is and the garage....yeah. one frickin' shirt. I'm the scum of the earth and I should be flogged with a hanger. Well to flippin' late. My mama already beat him to it.

So tomorrow will come - I will run my anus off from sunrise to sunset and perhaps his Hoityness will pleasantly thank me for the party. Perhaps I'll get a peck on the cheek and some obligatory uh...yeah...I'd rather have the damn table cleaned. That would excite me. Right now the prospect of my nekked and snoring MONSTER is doing little for me. In more ways than one.

I do love him. He's a good dad. But sometimes he really sucks twinkies in the caring manly club a mammoth and bring home a tusk for the wifey department. I get dirty socks and dirty clothes and dirty looks...bills to pay - never enough hot water for a bubble bath...most days I ignore it - but tonight - dammit. He coulda shut up and hung the damn shirt. It was an arms length from the closet. Instead, he ranted and pissed me off in the process - after an evening of WWE and the cat sleeping on his lap whilst I vacuumed and swept. Lovely.

So tomorrow...who knows if I will get to the blog. I may make the news tho'. Send bail money. I have to go slaughter Grendel now and beat him over the head with his own arm.

Peace

Despite the crisp predawn air, the coffee tinted water felt tepid as I dug my toes into soft sand. I swung quietly into the old metal boat and aimed the prow for the center of the pristine lake. Eddies swirled and danced in the wake of the oars. Our summer refuge seemed smaller through my adult eyes. Surveying the placid scenery, I pulled in the oars and let the boat drift.  The gentle current rocked me back to that time when you and I sat in that boat in the hot summer sun. How we froze when dragonflies strafed the tips of our fishing poles because you said if a shadow crossed the water, the bluegills would never bite. So many mornings and afternoons cruising the pond with our two horse mercury and the only thing that ever bit was the deerflies and hordes of mutant mosquitoes.  I shifted in my seat, kicking an aged plastic yellow and red bobber loose from its tangle of dry rotted nylon. Maybe you left it last time you were here. How long had it been? That was the beauty of our summer hideaway. The timeless birch trees waved lithe white branches as pines stood sentinel over tiny cottages dotting the rim of the lake. Nothing changes here. Except you.

My promise brought me back to the present. Taking a small envelope from my shirt pocket, I poured its precious contents into my hands as the sunlight slipped gently across the tree tops. You never let me stand up in the boat but maybe this time you’d forgive me as I rose and closed my eyes. Taking a breath, I flung your ashes skyward watching them cascade in a sunlit shower of dust settling on the surface of the lake you loved. You said we’d share another sunrise and like a true friend, you kept your word.

"And if I had the choice

I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life"

Joon's Writing Challenge

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Marlee sat naked on the edge of the bed. Her toes cast odd shadows on the dusty wood floor. I need a pedicure. She hoisted a scaly foot up, resting it on her chunky kneecap. Yup, a full body pedicure. She looked up at the mirrored canopy suspended over her like the Wicked Queens’ mirror of Horror. I won’t even go there. Who’s the fairest indeed? Marlee cringed at the fullness of her reflection for a moment and took her glasses off. The light under the bathroom door glowed soft for a moment on the old hardwood floor, like a warm fire. Warm enough to melt the Ice Princess. How long has it been? She let the towel fall to the floor and slipped under the old cotton sheets. You’re getting’ old, Princess. Frayed sheets. Frayed nerves. And that lovely “how long have you been homeless excuse you call a hair style. Its no wonder you’ve forgotten what its like for a girl. And you expect him to remember.  The light disappeared as her husband crawled into bed at her side. He was a solid man. Solid and loyal. Like an old dog on the hearth. Looking for a fire that’s been cold forever.

“Where’s the key?”

“Marlee, under the doormat. You wanna wait up for him?”

“Guess not. You left the light on, right?”

“Doors open. You see the light, right?

 Sure. I see the light more than you realize. Marlee rolled over and faced the wall. She traced the dark ring at the edge of the sideboard. This bed hasn’t moved in fifteen years. Seems like such a short time ago when he’d come in and close that door…

She rolled over and put an arm around her husbands chest. Only when she heard his soft snores of sleep did she allow the tears to fall.

"Strong inside but you dont know it

Good little girls they never show it

When you open up your mouth to speak

Could you be a little weak?"

Joonupers Writing Challenge 2

Takin the challenge again with more of a snap shot than a story...

Peace

Interesting note. My first picture  - a drawing - of a woman's back - was deleted. Not sure why. No notes from Yahoo. But if you're curious to see it go here :

Despite the crisp predawn air, the coffee tinted water felt tepid as I dug my toes into soft sand. I swung quietly into the old metal boat and aimed the prow for the center of the pristine lake. Eddies swirled and danced in the wake of the oars. Our summer refuge seemed smaller through my adult eyes. Surveying the placid scenery, I pulled in the oars and let the boat drift.  The gentle current rocked me back to that time when you and I sat in that boat in the hot summer sun. How we froze when dragonflies strafed the tips of our fishing poles because you said if a shadow crossed the water, the bluegills would never bite. So many mornings and afternoons cruising the pond with our two horse mercury and the only thing that ever bit was the deerflies and hordes of mutant mosquitoes.  I shifted in my seat, kicking an aged plastic yellow and red bobber loose from its tangle of dry rotted nylon. Maybe you left it last time you were here. How long had it been? That was the beauty of our summer hideaway. The timeless birch trees waved lithe white branches as pines stood sentinel over tiny cottages dotting the rim of the lake. Nothing changes here. Except you.

My promise brought me back to the present. Taking a small envelope from my shirt pocket, I poured its precious contents into my hands as the sunlight slipped gently across the tree tops. You never let me stand up in the boat but maybe this time you’d forgive me as I rose and closed my eyes. Taking a breath, I flung your ashes skyward watching them cascade in a sunlit shower of dust settling on the surface of the lake you loved. You said we’d share another sunrise and like a true friend, you kept your word.

"And if I had the choice

I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life"

Joon's Writing Challenge

Hit Joonuper up at the link above for your own song lyrics writing challenge…If I can I know you can….