I Ain't Said Nothin' But A Word...

So, while I'm waiting for my soup and next massage, I took a quick break from writing to surf the internet and play a few games. I came upon this on author Nichelle Tramble's blog and I figured, what the heck? It's not like I had a whole lot of anything else to do. The band I never had was ZACHAR BAY and the album was EVERYBODY HAS ITS ART... I actually like the band name, the album title, and the cover. For some weird reason though I get the impression that it would be some New Age genre with a lot of string instruments and humming. That might not be too cool. So, what the heck, give it a try and tell me about your band! Click HERE - The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band. Click HERE - The last four or five words of the very LAST quote is your album title. Click HERE - The third picture here, no matter what it is, is your album cover.

So much for best laid plans….I am sick as a dog. I woke up sick the morning I was supposed to leave for my birthday getaway. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere but to my bed and that was after my visit to the hospital emergency room. I hate being sick and right now I look like I’ve been run over by a car. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. It is so not pretty. But I’ve had some of the best nursing care imaginable. My guy surely knows how to take care of this woman! The upside to all this is that as I’ve been lying in bed recuperating, there has been a story spinning through my mind that is aching to get out. And I do mean aching! So between hot tea, hot soup, back massages, foot massages, body massages, and meds, I’m writing.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I have learned to love my birthday and this morning I woke up in the sweetest place, feeling on top of the world, and knowing that I was extremely blessed. I’m sneaking off for a little R & R with my favorite friends and family this weekend. I’m looking forward to the time away. I’m also anxious to enjoy a heap load of decadent birthday desserts that will blow my diet to high hell! Hey, I’ll only be this young once so why not? I like how I’m aging. I look good, feel even better and I can still kick up some trouble when the moment moves me. I have people who adore me and folks I love beyond reason and despite a trial here or a tribulation there I still look forward to getting up each day to see what surprises lie in wait for me. Life is truly good and I am thankful. So please, enjoy your weekend. Have some cake and ice cream on me. I definitely plan to enjoy mine!

I kicked off the weekend by chopping every inch of my hair off. On an impulse I contacted a hairdresser that I had been referred to, told her I was looking for a change, spent thirty minutes debating my options and having her tell me what would and wouldn’t work for my facial structure and head size and then I gave her carte blanche to do whatever she thought best. I figured it’s only hair, right? Well, an hour later I had the shortest, cutest hairdo that I have had in ages. I was on the verge of tears as I saw my shoulder-length locks falling to the floor beneath my feet but when I turned back to the mirror and saw the miracle Miss Sheila had performed I was absolutely thrilled. The change has been so dramatic that my own father didn’t recognize me. My favorite compliment was from my very special friend who told me that I looked hot as he whispered into my ear and planted a kiss on the back of my very visible neck. I caught up with old friends this weekend. Friday night one of my best

You know you have truly been touched when days later the heat from his hands is still burning hot against your skin...

I spent the early part of this Friday night visiting with my parents. From there, it was on to dinner with friends where we closed the restaurant down at 10:00 pm. By 10:05 I was headed home alone to an empty house, a box of chocolate cookies, and a DVD that I knew I would barely watch if I paid any attention to it at all. Thirty years ago my Friday nights went much differently. I might have spent the early part of the evening home with the old people but I was leaving home at 10:00 PM headed out for the night. The friends and I would roll from one club to the next, Friday coming to an end when a Saturday sunrise was peeking over the horizon. Being alone on a Friday night was completely unheard of. So, with very little else to do, I take a few minutes to focus my attention on my movie when I quickly become aware that the independent film I chose is actually an exceptionally, erotic journey into black sexuality. Wild, passionate love making is playing out on my little twenty-four inch t

Technical difficulties have delayed this weeks transmission of Talking Walls . I have had a bear of time trying to get the darn thing to upload and function properly and my hired hand has disappeared on me. My apology, but I promise as soon as whatever is broke gets fixed, Talking Walls will be the highlight of your week. It will definitely be the highlight of mine. See you tomorrow!!!