Garter Snake

Lacy, perfectly innocent - in just the worst way.

-n

Little Black Dress

Truth be told I've got lots of them, but I wear them all the time! There is never an event that a little black dress doesn't have a place. This one...probably my shortest, which works out well for the stems!

Thanks to everyone who helped me decide last night...my twitter fashion consultants, its like having my very own 'glam squad'.

-n

Fluffy Pink Flowers

While walking the pups I caught the perfect breeze carrying the perfect sent. Feather light flowers, were drifting to the ground in front of me. I looked up and noticed they were floating all around me. The scent was so sweet, it brought all kinds of nice thoughts.

The first to pop into my mind, I would love to line a driveway with these trees one day. It would be such a nice welcome, to come home to everyday. I smile to myself because that 'one day' is so far away, by choice. Right now, I admit it's all about me and while I have visions on a driveway and cute house, they are distant visions.

After taking a snapshot and sending the picture to twitter I find out that the name of my tree is a Mimosa tree. Later that day at lunch I mention the tree to a friend, even explain that one day I want a driveway lined with these trees. The conversation was clearly just to fill space and had no meaning behind it. In fact I forgotten all about it, when the friend had asked me a week later what tree I was gushing over. When said I couldn't remember the name, the answer that I got back could not have been more perfect.

"Well I guess it doesn't matter, if you're going to buy someone you care about a tree might as well buy the whole forest and make sure you get a couple of the right ones."

The statement brought a smile to my face. Why stop at a tree, when you can give the whole forest. Now that is the way to love someone, never stop at just enough, when you can strive for dreams.

-n

This Skin

Naked. Sitting on my bed. The stress settles onto my shoulders a familiar resting place. Weary from the journey, the fight, the so far.

I laid out with the girls today, we spoke casually of what was to come. Baby, marriage, relocation, life in general was happening at lightening speed around us. While I play pro-bono shrink, I don't have much to comment on for myself. Nothing has made it to the surface yet, though in my mind thoughts are moving at light speed. An idea presents itself, I analyze, make sense of, absorb and file away. I've been doing a lot of filing away since.
A re-birth if you will, while I continue my solid exterior I stay uncertain with my soul. Afraid to take the first steps. Frozen. Disappointment flashes through my mind, how can I be frozen. The thought of lack of movement and even questioning myself stifles me.
I retreat, within myself. Gather up what I hold dear and try to keep it a float.

Naked, clueless, and drinking milk, like the day I was born.
Except now I don't cry when I'm spanked. My milk comes over ice with vodka and Kahlua. I don't get sent to the corner for biting. Rolling on the floor with the dogs is encouraged. Oh, and no bed time.

-n