Let's do it again

Only this time lets go someplace closer to our neck of the woods. No, my silly dear internets not literally “our” woods, but a few miles from us. Today’s trip-ah-long is to GW Jones State Park. I know we have lots of such places. Don’t look so surprised this is Texas, y’all. Yes I really talk like this. Yes I do almost sound like that little girl on the shake-n-bake commercial. Okay, I’ll say it, but only if you insist….It’s shake n bake n I helllped.


Nope, no cover fee, yelp the usual rules apply. Man, what y’all got sum sorta memory problem? Stay on the trail, stay quiet and stay together. Crap! Because this is Texas and we have big animals that eat little dear internets if they aren’t careful. Don’t make me Make y’all hold hands, it’s too hot for that today. Yes, this is a trip from last year, but y’all did so well with the last “pretend it’s now” trip I figured y’all could do it again. So yeah, use those imaginations of yours and let’s move out.

This is the pond at the front of the park. I suppose you could fish in it, but we did not bring any fishing gear. Did you? I didn’t think so on accounta you didn’t know about this tip-ah-long in advance, like I did and all.

Yeah the whole trail looks pretty much like this. Wide so a couple can old hands walking side by side and stopping to smooch ever now n again. Yes we do have a lot of pine trees. No, not near as many as the Pine Curtain, y’all remember that? Man, that was close. Just think I could be talking way funnier purdy layday.

Isn’t this some of the prettiest fungus you ever saw? Sorta like shells stuck to a log. H, E double hocky sticks I’m not gotta eat ‘em. No! You can’t either.

Ah, look the pond in back. I know, full of really cool cypress knees and big cypress trees. Now, if you’re not used to walking around knees, just be careful where you put your foot down. Some of ‘em are hard to see and you could twist an ankle or something. Maybe fall and slide in the water. No you don’t want to do that, it’s got gattors in it. Does so! No I don’t see any right now, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

My goodness some of y’all sure are pushy. No, I didn’t. Did you bring sam-witches? Enough for everyone?

Yelp, that’s it. A small rural and woody park. A place, if you will, to just meander about and maybe sit a spell and write a poem or play fingers with your Beloved. Yes kids are allowed, just keep an eye on ‘em. You wouldn’t want them to be gattor bait, now would ya? Okay, got go. No I mean I need to leave…go find a toilet cause they sure don’t have any here.

See ya... Y'all come back now, ya hear. (statement not a question)

Last Snake Story!

This would be my 5th snake story to share with y’all, but it is my first snake incident.

I was really little…maybe 8 or so. Up on my Great Grand Father’s farm in Indiana I was playing out in the yard on a tree swing. Grandpa was showing Daddy something out in the shop and beings how it was my turn on the swing my brother and sisters were somewhere else. {Cue music} Twinkle, twinkly little star…not that it was night time, but just cause I like that one. So there I was bare footed and swinging just as high as I could…man I was going fast…almost flying even. Daddy and Grandpa came out of the shop and were watching me. Daddy was being a Dad and asked Grandpa how long the swing had been there and how old the rope was and such…he looked up at the huge limb the swing hung from and likewise my eyes followed. “What’s that Daddy?” I said, and then Daddy came over and lifted me off the swing. The snake was climbing down the rope and once it got close to the ground Grandpa knocked it off and Daddy wacked it up with an ax. That is when I learned about snakes. So I hated ‘em every since. I don’t care if there are “good” kinds I hate ‘em all.


So that’s that. The last, howbeit my first snake story. I don’t know about y’all my dear internets, but I sure hope I don’t experience any more…cause if I do you will have to hear about it.

no snake was harmed in the writing of this story

but there was in the original making of this story

St. Valentine

And here for your pleasure is a love poem, written by moi back in 2007.


Breathe

I breathe you all in,
                       .to have you closer
I drown in you,
                      .the very essence of you
Your body is my body
                     .feel us move
Touching
                     .breathing

This One Time

when I was cooking some potato soup, okay stop laughing – I do know how to cook! In fact my Daddy says to me, “You make the best potato soup I’ve ever had.” Never mind that he may have been drinking, heavily, at the time. So any way I made the pot of soup. Really!


So then I was cleaning up the kitchen…no quit it. I do too clean! Gosh what’s wrong with you people? So I was cleaning and fixing to wipe off the stove when what did my itty bitty eyes spy? Y’all, my dear internets will never believe it! A pixie, a fairy if you will. No it’s true. Stop snickering…I can cook, I can clean and I did see!

Look I have proof!

See I told you. Well no, I couldn't get to my camera fast enough to take her photograph but she did leave a foot print. No she did not make the soup, I DID! NO she did not clean the kitchen, I DID!

I swear I don’t know what I’m gonna do with y’all my dear internets. Any suggestions?

Follow UP

This is a follow up post to High Jack. I felt it was needed. Okay so the book was fine, it didn’t have as many bubbles on it as y’all may have thought. It did not get soggy or anything like that. Jeezzzzzzzze, some of y’all really panic over stuff. Yes I photo shopped extra bubbles to cover some...err...umm personal bubbles. Now I can tell in my Freudian kind of way that some of y’all, sadly, have had bad bathtub photos taken by your mommies? And that may have lead to your lack of bathing. OH MY Goodnesssss, I can’t believe how many of my dear internets don’t bathe. No wonder the perfume industry is so big.

Okay so now to the real point of this follow up post; Do y’all have any idea how big my head got after reading the super special comments? No? Well let me put it like this, {cue your favorite happy song. I’ll tell you mine later}…

It's about ME

I was floating like a bubble
Glossy, light and free
Carried higher than the average me
Above the clouds, even
Looking down upon my domain
My people, gazing up to me
Uttering sweetness all about me
Laughing at my silly bravery
Wishing to be me?
I blush, with vanity – seldom
Showing photos without makeup
No hair doo, just hair don’ts
It’s not confidence as one
Would think, it’s laziness
Or craziness, when it comes to me
I do recommend this type of attitude
It’s not as if I’m on stage
There is no live audience
It’s all virtual, don’t you see
Truly only a virtual me


So there I was displayed in subdued glory {wink} when the loverly Candy Lady, Jannie, said, “You are crazier than I am!!!” Impossible as I no longer climb trees. And my dear ElizabethR said this “you are by far the zaniest woman on this earth. You are what Cool wants to be.” Did y’all read that! She said Earth, not just Texas or the U.S.A. but the Earth! And hows about that next line…Cool wants to be ME! Lalala faladidah or as the Fifth Dimension sang…

High-Jack

Y’all know two of my dear internets Deanna and Jai right? Well if not you should. Okay so on of Deanna’s post, a while back, Jai left a comment that basically said the perfect scenario would be … to be reading a really good book, in a bubble bath (I added bubbles) and eating chocolate cake. Deanna went on to say “Why don’t we just deem February that month.

And now unbeknownst to them I’m announcing that February, the love month is also the month when all readers should take a bath while eating chocolate cake and reading a book. I think it should be a book of poems, love poems and that you should read them to your lover who may or may not be with you in the bubbles.

A sea of bubbles and chocolate cake crumbs and wet skin and well y’all get the idea. Yeah I know you can picture that…

this particular book (the intention experiment) is not poetry, it’s a smart mental book…lalala

Now I want you all to go take a bath, at least once this month, eat some chocolate cake and read a book, or at least one love poem this month. Take a photo of yourself while doing it and post it on your blog. Oh, you can do it, don’t be scared; if I can YOU can

And be sure to stop by both Deanna’s and Jai’s to tell them thank you…Thank You for the great month I’m having.

Oh and while we’re at it here’s some keywords: how about bathing beauty (term used very loosely) in Naked bubbles eating a Hostess Chocolate dingdong reading while naked. There that should do it. Oh and YES I can be daring when you can't really see me...Live that is