Vegas

Roaming gnome part 2, Curacao

Boo

Rivers and Tides

The Fortress Aquamarine..sweet !

$14.500 cheesecake, anyone ?..the bling comes with, 80 carat aquamarine..

The Roaming Gnome

While in Russia, found a stack of prints from my however brief travels around the world..made my day as I thought them long lost to ex'es hacking my e-mail and subsequent loss of all my photo files..So, if you aren't sick of seeing me yet, you soon will be, as I scan and put them here, hoping it will prompt me to plan a trip somewhere soon..

channeling my inner Rachel Brice :)))

Yours truly, some time ago, shaking it up , practicing, in the most rediculous get up, but hey, it jiggled and jingled and thats all you really need :)

A fortune cookie said to listen to friends for a great advice -- and for once I will :) I guess I am going back to school in about six months when Boo's old enough for day care..As a lazy ass procrastinator I hate it, but I hate to miss another chance even more..PS Thanks for your support, guys ! There's this new nurse I work with who's been a great resource and keeps pushing me to go for it -- she wants a degree so she can open a nursing home for the poor in India..I just want more money :)

Contemplative

If you build it, they will come...

god, what a blah day, blah week, boo's sick, i'm getting sick, bunch of lunatics around me, i need a change of luck, soon

Bye, Yukotan

In Dean's wake..Me, in Cancun, 4 weeks pregnant..I miss that time

Absence

I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains
My mouth is against your ear
The two sides of the walls face
my voice which acknowledges you.
I speak to you of eternity.
O cities memories of cities
cities draped with our desires
cities early and late
cities strong cities intimate
stripped of all their makers
their thinkers their phantoms
Landscape ruled by emerald
live living ever-living
the wheat of the sky on our earth
nourishes my voice I dream and cry
I laugh and dream between the flames
between the clusters of sunlight
And over my body your body extends
the layer of its clear mirror.

memento more

City Morgue

Snake Charmer

So much for stereotypes. The best belly dancer I've ever seen is stick skinny, short haired, american, and goth :))) None of the fat ass arabic disco shit. This is the real snake charmer, or rather, the real snake :)
I miss my classes if only for a chance of a lesson with her :)..

Rachel Brice. Amazing

Well, well, well..When you build something up till the world is not enough -- consciously or not, it's likely to come crashing down and smack you on the head..good riddance, I can think clearly now..for now.

Brain Droppings

Nina, love the new look and the Carlin quote --I'm a HUGE fan, own all his stand up routine ever taped and his books :) I'll post my pic with new shades shortly, since you asked :) Its D&G aviators..

Haunting me, still..

Retail therapy

Nothing like brand new Dolche & Gabbana shades to make my day. No, I can't afford them, yes, I had to have them. Somebody, stop me !!! :)))

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Kaka

As part of potty training showing Boo that kaka goes down the toilet..Looks down for a sec, mezmerized. Then goes "bye-bye, kaka !"..and blows a kiss :)))))...I'm on the floor, laughing...

Frank

There's no particular reason for this recollection, other than the conversation I recently had with someone who's into Latin social dance, and this memory came up, a moment shared with a man I lost touch with now. His name was Francisco, one of the residents I worked with, a man on a mission, to charm the pants off of me. Full of himself and seemingly desperate for attention..my kinda guy, usually :), but with my marriage on the rocks, he just wasn't worth the trouble. No one was, yet. I remained miserable but allowed myself no affairs, it was just too much to contemplate a double life when I could barely deal with what I had..So, escapism as my motto, I'd try anything money could buy to forget that I married a bonified asshole. Extreme fitness, exotic spa treatments, A-list restaurants, clubs, drugs, booze, countless men around me..I didn't sleep with any and bought nothing I could keep, which I sorely regret now.. but my conscience was clear and my imagination wild, so I allowed myself little adventures..like going on a date with a gorgeous Colombian medic 10 years my junior who had a huge crush on me..He went through my locker at work and found my scribbles on belly dancing..lost sleep for a while and sent me mushy love letters. Me and my girlfriend laughed till hiccups.. And then there was Frank who'd beg me to go salsa dancing with him..Dancing was his thing, aside from practice, he spent all his time in clubs, which I thought sad and pathetic for a grown man..Until one night after an ugly fight with my one and only I stormed out and on a whim decided to actually go. He was there alright, with a bunch of other docs I knew. He saw me and jumped off the bar stool, smiling like a maniac. I though of leaving right away but it was too late, everyone else was greeting me..So I stayed and had a few drinks, I thought his stare will burn a hole through my top..And then came the dance. I don't know what it was, salsa, mambo, reggeton..I couldn't do any of it before OR after. The music grew louder, the rhythm, soft and relentless, gathered strength..Honestly, I had no idea how GOOD this was going to be. He was amazing, and he made me move in ways I didn't know I could..I tried to talk away the awkwardness.."Easy, Frank, I'm vulnerable..".."Don't worry, you're safe with me !".."Too bad..".."Do you wanna be safe with me ?..".."I..I don't know.."...but the awkwardness was long gone, we danced with such ease and passion, smiling, steady, looking into each others eyes..one would think we've been a couple forever. The closeness, the heat, the absolute perfection of our bodies yielding to each other ever so gently..In those five long minutes I fell for him, lived a lifetime as his woman, bore his children and died happy, holding his hand :) And then it was over. We actually got applause, and just stood there for a while, swaying slightly, as if drunk. And then the bastard spoke. I don't remember what he said but it was all wrong. Something about going home with him. The thrill was gone and I wanted him gone as well. Wasn't his fault, there was just absolutely nothing left for us after that dance, except, maybe, a cigarette :) But he didn't smoke. And I had to go home to make amends with my husband. And so we went on, feeling strange about each other for a while, but never shared a moment like that again.

Things I've given up on, so far.

1. Learning to ride a bike
2. Winning Mega Millions
3. Parental control
4. Living in exile in Curacao
5. Good night sleep
6. Mastering basic geography
7. Owning a share on a Magellan Cruise ship
8. Having Johnny Depp's baby
9. Blogging for living
10. Getting an engagement ring.

Do you have a song you cried, laughed, made love to ?..here's mine, oddly enough..:)

At the end of the day..

I'd be nice to check all these off..here's my crude inventory of must haves..
1. Healthy boo.
2. Healthy me.
3. A man to love and a few to like.
4. A day off. Way off.
5. Money, enough to burn.
6. Home by the sea, but LM will do.
7. A good book.
8. A good drink.
9. Live music, often.
10. Live friends, more often.

Freaky Friday !

Lena's Day !!!
I'm listening to too much Johnny Cash, getting all wise and sappy.
No, just sappy :) I'm off to do NADA all day, it'll be beautiful !

Spellbound, still. Love you, baby.

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