Why Spicy Makes Me Cry

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Why do I got Johnny Cash on my brain? It must be the reference ‘ring of fire.’ That song is playing in my mind like Spotify on repeat. Why won’t it stop? Please make it stop. Bwaah! What else do I think about when anyone says ‘ring of fire?’ The feeling my throat gets when something majorly spicy hits my gullet. I feel like pulling a Fred as evidenced in above video.

Johnny Cash

Cover of Johnny Cash

 

I hate spicy food. Say it with me, I HATE SPICY FOOD! Sorry about the caps and the big old exclamation point. I just had to get my point across. I have a weak constitution. I know what you’re thinkin’: “You’re such a f***ing wimp!” See there, I can’t even spell out the ‘F’ word, even though it slips out of my mouth when I’m pissed off. Kind of pathetic, aren’t I? It just goes to show you that human beings are complex creatures, especially me.


I always make my fiancée order mild chicken wings when we order take out. I am not adventurous when it comes to what I put in my mouth. I’m rather picky where that’s concerned. I mean, I don’t want to be having the runs all night if I eat spicy food, not to mention, I would have to  drink amazing amounts of water to cool my taste buds. I don’t think I’d ever survive. See what I mean? Wimp.

Picture of hot chicken (buffalo) wings from Du...

Picture of hot chicken (buffalo) wings from Duff’s in Buffalo, New York (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Writing: The Healthy Addiction?

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I used to have this awesome digital SLR camera that I just loved. I really went to town with that thing. I went all over town trying to compose some cool shots. But, that’s in the past, Unfortunately, I had to sacrifice my Nikon for my kids. The year 2012 was a little slim, financially and we needed a little extra moolah to cover the cost of Christmas presents. There went my buddy. I had to sell it on Ebay. But, it was worth it to see their happy faces on Christmas morning. Isn’t that way you do for your kids? No hesitation.

English: A Nikon D3000 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-...

English: A Nikon D3000 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6G VR at a Future Shop in Langley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here it is now: 2014 and I still miss having a camera. I’ve been borrowing my daughter’s camera to feed my photo fix. I hope to save up some money to get me another SLR and this time I’m not selling it for anything. Sorry kids!

Computer Desk

Computer Desk (Photo credit: nic_pepsi)


So, I don’t really have a prized possession, per se. I do count my kids and my fiance as my favorite people in my life. But, I don’t see them as possessions. That’s just creepy. I am rather attached to my computer. So much so, my honey nicknamed me “computer whiz,” which I am not. If this sucker ever broke down. Well, let’s just say, I’d be awfully sad. And that reason would be I couldn’t blog regularly and keep up with my studies on writing.

When I ponder on what thing I hold above all else, I would choose my ability to write creatively. I’ve noticed improvement in my writing ever since I’ve been blogging every day. I’m lovin’ it and I just can’t seem to stop. I write whenever I can; in the mornings, afternoons, between household chores. For pity sake, I’ve even written in my notebooks while using the bathroom. I think I’m a little obsessed. If this is an addiction, I don’t want to be cured. Keep your twelve

"Writing", 22 November 2008

“Writing”, 22 November 2008 (Photo credit: ed_needs_a_bicycle)

step mumbo-jumbo away from me. I’m not buying. Just leave this forty-something lady in peace and let me write.

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Release the Fire

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Anger Controlls Him

It takes a long time for me to express my anger at anyone. I’m a slow burn; I put up with a lot of crap before I do anything about it. I guess, my natural inclination is to keep the peace. Once I blast off, I tend to get over it. Somebody has got to really piss me off for me to still be grumpy about the situation. So, I decided to write a free verse about it. It’s just a piece I quickly wrote. Be kind with your words if it doesn’t please you.

 

 

Love

anger simmering beneath the surface
does no good for your soul
holding it in only makes you madder
don’t make the situation worse for you
release the fire within and be no sadder
your heart will feel much better
once you let go of the fodder
turning your soul to poison
take a deep breath and let the love in
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Teenage Hood: A Creepy Menace?

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My expectations involve actually waking up every morning. I hate to think what would happen if I didn’t. The horror of my family to find me splayed out on the toilet, having breathed my last breath, right after taking my last dump. Ain’t pretty. That’s the way I foresee myself leaving this world. But, seriously, I expect the world to still be limping along in its own little crazy, warped way. As always though,  things could take a nasty turn. I could wake up and find the world a very scary place ala Walking Dead. Now, I know I can not outrun a walker. Maybe, I’d get lucky and be somewhere that I could find a moped or a pair of roller skates. My chances of surviving a run-in with a slimy, ravenous zombie are next to nil. But, I’d give it my best shot.

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teenagers (Photo credit: Pierre Metivier)

 

You never know, I could make it through the zombie apocalypse. But, can I make it through Teenage Hood? It’s a little scary, right? The odds are not in my favor. I have a teenager already at fourteen years old with his sister trailing close behind. She’s turning the big 1-3 this October. My youngest, at eleven, won’t hit Teenage Hood until September 2015. Will I survive? I expect to weather this turn in life okay, maybe with a few scars, but still holding on to what’s left of my sanity. Will I face rough seas and sudden twisters of scorn and rage, and pure indifference, brought on by a seemingly innocent request or wrong choice of words? My expectations are very high on that happening. I hear that usually happens with, at least, one of your kids. The thought, sometimes, makes me want to hide out in a cave until it’s over.

Redheaded child mesmerized.

Redheaded child mesmerized. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I already miss the sweet years. You know, when they come running to you with hugs and kisses and a “I love you, mommy.” And their big puppy-dog eyes shining at you with their pure innocence making you lose all reason. It melts your heart and you can’t stay mad at them at that age. But,I know I have to let go of those times. It’s just so hard. Waah!

 

15/365 Mom don't make my picture with my stuff

15/365 Mom don’t make my picture with my stuff (Photo credit: MaryLouiseEklund)

Sometimes, my mind plays tricks on me when I get up in the morning and expect that same treatment. No go. That ain’t happening. Now, they look at me like I’m crazy; if they even look at me at all.  I’m sure I’ll learn to expect and like the people they are now. There’s no question that I love them unconditionally. I do and I always will. I just hope reality and my expectations will coincide. Just as I’m confident that I will come out the other side of Teenage Hood the day each one of them go off to college and become an adult.This I do expect.

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Destiny

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Two Hearts Beat As One

Two Hearts Beat As One (Photo credit: just.Luc)

The day I met you
was the best day
of my entire life
bar none
I saw you at the juke
you were playing cards
with your friends
nursing a beer
sitting by your hand
you didn’t notice me –
at first
but I noticed you
after I came
through the door
and my heart
hit the floor
leaving me breathless
and dismayed
I’ve always heard of
love at first sight
but never believed
it could happen
until that moment
and nothing was ever
the same again
you’re my confidant
my lover
my best friend
I will love you
through the end
of all time
even after I’m gone
from this world

 

 

I decided to write a poem commemorating my first meeting with my sweetie and father of our three kids. I don’t regret a single minute since that day fifteen years ago. I hope to have another fifteen years and so on. Just taking it day by day.

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Digging In

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If I could learn any trade in the world, I would want to try my hand at landscaping. I think it would contrast nicely with my future endeavors in writing. After a day of staring at a computer screen, going outside and playing in the dirt would be a welcome relief to my tired eyes. Breathing in nature and molding it into something creative for me and my family to enjoy would be a way to ease my spirit and relieve some stress.
English: Dublin - Merrion Square landscaping

English: Dublin – Merrion Square landscaping (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I was in junior high and high school, I had the responsibility of mowing the yard along with much despised household chores. I grew to love the routine of making lines back and forth until the entire yard was trimmed. I figured out I’d rather do the yard than anything in the house.
English: Landscaping, Mullion Cove Landscaping...

English: Landscaping, Mullion Cove Landscaping in progress in a former quarry. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Dublin - Merrion Square landscaping

English: Dublin – Merrion Square landscaping (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 
I would get a kick out of learning to plant trees and differentiate between them. So, I can know which kind will thrive where I live. Designing the layout would be the fun part. Asking myself, where should I put these bushes or should this flower bed be in the middle of the yard or around the edges as if framing it? So many decisions. I wish I was in the position to start a home project of that nature.
In my future, I plan on learning enough to make a decent outdoor wonderland to get lost in. Landscaping is the most wonderful option to make my little piece of the world beautiful.

 

 

 

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My First Celebrity Crush

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Ironically, my teen idol was Duran Duran. Funny, huh? When I saw today’s prompt, I nearly busted out laughing at the irony. Well, maybe, it’s not that ironic. I remember a whole lot of people loved them, too. Selfishly, I wanted to pretend they were mine to listen to and watch in their videos.
Duran Duran in 1981. Clockwise from top left: ...

Duran Duran in 1981. Clockwise from top left: Nick Rhodes (keyboards), Simon Le Bon (vocals), John Taylor (bass), Andy Taylor (guitar) and Roger Taylor (drums) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The early to mid-80s was a special time in my life because of this band. I bonded with an awesome girl during this time due to the music of Duran Duran. You could say she became my BFF/confidant/sister. We were pretty much close; her mother even treated like me like another daughter. How cool is that!
John Taylor

Cover of John Taylor

Simon Le Bon

Cover of Simon Le Bon


Every Friday, we would stay up late watching Friday Night Videos, hoping to catch a video from our favorite band. We couldn’t afford cable, so no MTV for us. Miraculously, we always got to watch one.
The Essential Collection (Duran Duran)

The Essential Collection (Duran Duran) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We both had such a crush on them, we would pretend one of the group was our boyfriends. I had a soft spot for the bass player: John Taylor. Boy, was he hot. She preferred the lead singer, Simon LeBon, naturally. Such an easy choice. Don’t most girls go for the lead singer? But, I digress.

 

What a magical time to grow up in the 1980s. Looking back, I’d say I was lucky to enjoy all my teen moments with Duran Duran as my personal soundtrack.

 

 

 

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