Dr. Phyllis

Quick post to shout out to my fellow blogger http://doctorphyllis.blogspot.com/. We are writing together on separate journeys. Why not combine them? It's been discussed. Hey maybe that can be a post for us to work on? OK. Johnny Cash. I write his name, and get goose pimples. After I Posted "Done", I went to another site where I share my thoughts with friends. Some like this site while others run in horror! OK. Back to the subject Lyn. We both posted songs. My song was to express that I will not take it anymore with this nicotine addiction. I'll get to that next post. She, however, sent me a gem. I love her for this. Take a moment to listen to the words. Genius.

Gods Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

Done...

I am quitting smoking. I am writing this down so everyone can see it. No more. I am done. I want out. Do not tell me it cannot be done. If you are a pessimist please refrain from comment. I want encouragement only. This war is between me and my demon. I shall conquer!

An Intentional Confrontation - Queensryche

Princess update: She sleeps

I have yet to revive the Princess. She still sleeps, awaiting her Knight in shining armour. Maybe there is a reason that I cannot recall the words. It is like other things blocked from memory, by which I mean useless, senseless, or possibly harmful. It's strange how I can remember writing it, and how it came to it's fruition, but I cannot piece it together ver betum. Sleep well my friend. For now.

It's raining love...

I love rain. I know that it makes some people tired, sad, or depressed. I, however, love it. The smell, sound, and feel of it makes me think of mud puddles, and worms. It's funny how people associate sunny days as good, yet rainy days are bad. If everyone took a second to stop, and think, I bet there is a memory somewhere of themselves where rain was pleasant, fun, or funny. Did you every get rained on at a picnic, wedding, camping, hiking, church social, scouts, baseball game, football game, birthday party, retirement party...The list goes on. Think about how you felt. Annoyed possibly, maybe mad at the weather forcaster for not being accurate, but that memory is there because of the rain.

Splatt!

Photo by Lyn Hernandez

Mommy said to make a mess.
To have some fun, and do my best.
I listened and I must confess
This is fun...
Splatt!

Lyn Hernandez

My "Waste of Time"...

Photo by Darren Hester

(n.) Waste of time- the devotion of time to a useless activity. Dictionary.com-WordNet

I love this term. It means everything, and nothing. What is a "waste of time" to one person is another's job, hobby, or creative outlet. It all depends on the person's perspective. So here it is folks. Time well spent.

Time

I hear the tick and tock

inside my head

no other sound.

Except for

clicks and clanks of cogs

as each of them go 'round.

The pendulum

it swings and sways,

but only I can see.

Inner works of one

who's time is kept

and that is me.

Lyn Hernandez

Achoo...

Photo by qvinx

What is it this time? I was awoken again last night. Not by my son, or Zona the cat. It was my nose. Oh, how I love the changing of seasons. I had a dripping faucet coming out of my head. Isn't that lovely. It probably didn't help that I had the window open, and the fan on. So I got up, stumbled on a few toys left out by Z, and sought out something to stop the leakage. Of course I did this in the dark, because turning on the lights would have been the smart thing to do. I searched for the roll of papertowels, which I knew was not too far from my bed. Groping around I found a bandana. I have a bunch of these in different colors. Now here is my problem...I am tired. My nose won't stop dripping. I have now started sneezing...Yeesh...I hope it wasn't my favorite Pink one. Ah, well. It'll do.