Color
Background color
Background image
Border Color
Font Type
Font Size
  1. You probably saw the title of my blog and thought to yourself that this entry is about the various blunders poets make in poetry. Sorry, I am not that dedicated nor am I that articulate about the mechanics of poetry and its components. I simply make up titles that will pull the eye and write about what I please. But I hope you will stay and continue reading this little story that I am about to share. It actually does have poetry in it. Though if you have a weak heart, I do recommend you skipping out. While this tale isn't necessarily gory, it is a bit messy.

    It all started earlier today. I got off work early and was in the mood to groom and wash. The choices were either clothes and my entire linen closet (sheets that haven't been watched or used in a while) or the dogs...in particular my matted hair Shitzu (Shih-Tzu as some like to spell it). I went with the dog and set out on giving him a hair cut that would leave him either bald or close to a puppy cut.

    As I'm sure any dog owner who washes and trims their own dog would already know, dogs tend to have a bad habit of moving around. And oh what luck that my poor dog had. He sharply turned his head just as I was clipping near his ear, snip. He was quite manly about it, I must admit. He didn't even yelp or yap or shriek. He just nudged me with his teeth to let me know it hurt. Well, I'm thinking, I must have just barely cut him, can you guess what I found? Pools of blood pouring from his ear. I was quite distraught, even called the vet. But as dedicated as I sound, I decided to finish up his hair. By the time I was down clipping off his matted hair, the bleeding had already stopped.

    Don't get me wrong now, I cleaned and treated it. But while checking every so often to make sure his ear was fine, a poem popped in my head.

    "Oh how white your garment hangs
    Covered in pools flowing red flames
    Thick and smooth as a velvety wine
    Clashing with flesh and filthy grime
    Cry out and wait for all to hear
    The pain you suffered during this time
    Will stronger than iron or steel
    Your warm eyes look beyond the hill
    As the life of this moment finally cries
    Your words of love, your final goodbye "

    - "A Crimson Goodbye"
  2. Today, as part of my three day weekend here in Nashville, we went to the good ole Opryland mall. It was was exciting to see the mall after the big flood that happened a few years ago. It was biggger and just as fine as it was those years ago. Not a faux brand in sight! I should have brought more money. Sadly I was not able go to go into the hotel...Parking alone was $20.

    Instead, we agreed to go to J Percy Preist Lake...that is we wanted to but we kind of got lost in the spiral maze of the parking lot. however, thanks to Shelby (the friendly GPS) we were able to get out of the parking lot and on our way to the lake.

    I hope the 18 minute ride iz worth it. I hate to go there and its more of a dying pond than a lake. :)
  3. There's just something about Nashville. Not only are there more restaurants and parks. But they seem to have a variety of shops and knick knacks that you can go to spend your money. The only bad thing about that is if you're not too careful, you'll find that you've spent well over your intended means.
    Today, I went to the Parthenon and was startle to find a gigantic marble and gold statue of the goddess Athena. It gave me as much thrill as the world's largest cedars buddha. I'm not knocking the statue, just didn't get a good feel from it. Aa well the Centennial Park was appealing and the photo were moody...in a good way.
  4. So I've been growing a mini vegetable garden out of pots, bins, and whatever deep and wide enough to put a plant in. I aspire to own a tiny self - sustaining farm one day. In it I shall have a cow, chicken, bunny, and a welsh pony because I heard Shetland ponies are mean. There you have it. So, while I'm still in the county of a small military town, I decided to sharpen my green thumb...or should I say mold? I think sharpen may provide you with rather grotesque image. Moving along, I started it from seeds! The first month was exciting watching the seedlings bloom and stretch it's little necks. They were all leaning too. I tried inserting a picture, but apparently I'm still new at this kind of thing haha. I just attached them. View attachment 4298

    So you're probably thinking being that it's September that I should have all ready received the spoils of my hard labor...sorry to disappoint both you and me...I'm still tolling and the big giant selfish lovely plants haven't given me not one fruit of all my sweat. Sigh, but I'm still happy to see them growing so big! Maybe they're late bloomers? The weather has been a little weird these few months.

    Two of the plants moved out of their shared apartment and moved into their own place (said they would knock out the other plants if I didn't give them any room). Actually only one of them said that, the other one I said from being consumed into the other plants. He was slowly withering away. So I put him in his own little pickle jug to spread out his legs and grow up. It's a pretty deep jar so he'll have lots of room to grow and bear me some fruit! View attachment 4297

    The bigger one I moved because he was squishing out all the other plants, so now he's leaving with the elites on big pot lane View attachment 4296 . He's in the yellow pot. I also have dwarf tangelo tree and a dwarf orange tree (forgot what kind). But the reason I had to get the tangelo, because my tree was lonely and wouldn't give me any babies without a mate so, now she's happy and sprouting her branches and little buds.

    Well, I hope this works!
    If you have any gardening tips I'm all eyes and ears :-D

    Felecia Out!
  5. So many things have happened in this week alone, but only a few are memorable.

    First, let's usher out the bad trashy events so I can pull out the nice delectable tray of good events. Here's the bad event...a speeding ticket. My first one to be exact and before you say it...I am not a driving saint. I just happen to have a keen instinct to watch out for undercover cars and the obviously painted white and black or the classic white and blue cop cars. He clocked me coming up and at the arch of a hill. I do believe that's cheating. I mean, haven't they heard of Newton's law of Inertia? You know the whole bit of motion remaining in constant motion unless something interrupts its natural flow. Well I was naturally flowing down that hill and I do believing braking on a hill is unhealthy for my brakes. That and I don't have the money to replace them so yeah...instead of paying $100 ticket, I'll just go to court with a pretty smile of reason.

    Good news!
    This isn't really good, but it's exciting! So for excitement's sake, it was placed in the "good" category of my events. So after lunch, I was getting ready to go back in with my fellow compatriots when I noticed with stunning horror that I had locked my key in my locker. Now you may think the following: "If it's a company locker, surely the have a master's key." "So, you're screwed right?" or "What's the big whoop about that?"
    The big whoop is this! I had a master brand lock. You know those really anti-thief thick locks, that's what I had. Though I got said lock from my company's secretary, she didn't have the spare key. They do give you two keys right? The economy hasn't gotten that bad I hope where they only give you one key in a lock pack. Anyway, so I call LP (lost prevention) and had Liz bring the bolt cutter. Now you'd think they send me a nice burly man, but instead its just Liz. No joke, Liz is strong, but why make a woman suffer if she doesn't have to? Anyway so I'm giving Liz the cheerleader cheer as she squeeze and press and squeeze and rub the bolt cutter against the lock and "Thunk!"
    A big chuck of silver or metal (whatever locks are made of ) comes off, but it's still effectively securing the locker. So we go (well I cheered and she did the manual labor) again and there's more squeezing and pressing and rubbing and "Clunk!" The lock, though still obviously locked, is now locked outside of its snug little hole. Amazed I exclaimed, "How did you do that!" She resigned with a I don't know. So we pulled it and turned and pulled it and "whimp!" it came off. Hazaah!! Oh but wait, we bent the latch so the locker is still...effectively locked. So now with the very same sturdy bolt cutter and its nice rubber blue sole handles, we work on the latch and after another good sixty seconds, the latch is straight and the locker is now free yaaaay! Thirty minutes wasted in a nice exciting way.

    There was more good news, but I've forgotten. I was going to attach a picture of the lock to this entry, but I threw it away without taking a picture. Sad day, sort of. :-D Until next time!

    Felecia out!