Private Story....

I've posted something here - for those interested.

Pornography???

So - the Firewall Filter at my weekend job has blocked Kerri's Six Until Me... And gives the reason for filter as: Pornography.

What the hell is Kerri up to over there? I guess I'll have to wait until I'm home to find out... LOL.

Left needing...

Awhile ago, this meme was going around. I was going to do it - then didn't. Then I did it today and decided, it needs to be posted.

Google your name with the word needs (ie: Nicole needs) - post the results...

Nicole Needs a Stylist - Um. I hope not. But I guess sometimes, I might push the envelope and a stylist could push me back into non-insane wardrobe territory.

Nicole Needs No Food When She Can Shop 'Till She Drops - Not true. I always need food when I shop. Because I always end up low.

Nicole needs an Urban love nest - Because my rural love nest isn't good enough. Pfft. Google knows nothing about me.

Nicole Needs Money - Yes, indeed. I do.

Nicole Needs a Reality Show - Ooooo... Wouldn't it be fun to have a train wreck of a life on live TV??

Nicole Needs to Take a Pill - No. I take enough pills. I do not need any. more. pills.

I think I "need" to get a life...

The Dots...

Diabetes and the Dots...



Dots from pump sites inspire a post about the other kind of dots... Read it here, if you'd like.

Skipping M for Now... On... To Nightmares...

Ever have a diabetes nightmare?

I have them on occasion... I wrote about one over at Blogabetes today - take a look...

Shag carpet, pink chinese food, pump with a major leak... Total nightmare!

Picking Up Where I Left Off - "L" is for Laziness

Please hop on over to Blogabetes today... It's about lazy. And Papa...

Taking Steps...

Enough bitching and moaning... It was time for me to take some steps... Baby steps...

Read more at Blogabetes, if you like!

I've Lost My Mind, I Think....

This for fifteen minutes:



Plus this for forty minutes:



Plus this for ten minutes:



And this for ten more:



Times three to four nights a week, plus one yoga class and weight training... Equals totally crazy.

I think some of the weight I've lost over the past year has included my mind...

You know who you look like?? Meme

Here are the rules...

Post photos of people you've been told you look like. Name them. Then tell if you think you look like them...

Tag - whoever wants to play.

The first three are Faruza Balk. Or "That girl from the Craft" or "That girl from Waterboy." I think there's a vague resemblance here. The teeth, maybe the eyes. She's like 78 lbs soaking wet, though... Needless to say our body types are dissimilar...







The next two are Gloria Vanderbilt - young version. I get this comparison on and off - I don't think it's totally off-base. Again, she's super thin, but she's got the rounded cheek, puffy lip thing happening...





Next - Leslie Caron. I've heard this a few times. And I can really see it with this one. It's a little eerie, actually, as she aged she looked very much like my grandmother who I'm told often that I look like...





Bjork... The first time someone told me this I thought they were nuts. I guess there may be a VERY vague resemblance. VERY. VAGUE.





And finally, Ms. Natalie Merchant. Since Bob's opening line with me was "You know you look a lot like Natalie Merchant..." I sort of have to buy this one. And she looks a bit like Gloria Vanderbilt, in an odd sort of why... So perhaps there's something to it...

Writing...

So sometimes I write things that aren't blog posts or work-related pieces...

This poem sort of crept out of nowhere... I think it's OK and I felt like sharing it...

There is fury in your dying
You open your arms to the next step
As if it were a lover
You look toward what's to come
As if it were a prize
And I watch powerless and afraid
Feeble in the face of your new companion

Raindrops beat on the window
I lean against the cold glass
Fingers tapping back at the rain
And the smell of dirt in my eyes
Moving with these tears
Useless. Wasted. Tears.
Because they won’t heal
They won’t cleanse
They won’t make you be again

Your skin is icy, white
My cheek pressed against the breast
That holds your halted heart
How can you be gone
I can still feel you
Laughing, singing, being
In the vast corral of memory
A gleaming speck that is the world

Now is after
Here is in the wake of
Before is something I have in dreams

There is fury in your dying

Your arms around the next step

And I look toward what's to come
As if it were a prize