Every end is a new beginning... Every beginning eventually comes to an end...
I hate the ending part and so I always end up having too much on my plate... And having to always answer the ringing phone's 'are you busy' with a hesitant 'Well actually...' only adds to the heaviness of the precariously balance spinning discs...
Still, you do what you do and you want what you want and even though I know that an ending means a beginning with less guilt, why is it that it often feels like I'm coming at it upside down and from behind???
October 2008 Archives
I'm still a rockstar... I got my rock moves... And I don't need you...
That's right... I'm still a rock star... I've got my rock moves...
And it doesn't matter if I'm at the bottom of this damn well with nothing but a box of matches, a varmluftspingvin and a glass of great wine between me and total desolation...
That's right loser-train... I'm in a first class boxcar seat listening to every stupid thing I've ever done play over and over in my head... But I won't be here for long...
I'm not wrong... and I don't want you tonight...
Is a box of matches, and a song...
Winding it's way through the night... Oblivous to the drama all around...
That and another glass of great wine just might get me through the next 4 weeks :p
It's true... As of today, I am the biggest NerdMom on the planet!!
And why? All because I asked myself, 'How hard can it be???'* As in how hard can it be to set up a web hosting environment that doesn't have HUGE security holes BUILT IN to their helpdesk support processes...
I could be overly sensitive, but I think asking for a my password as a matter of STANDARD practice is a bit dicey...
Anyway, long (and sordid) story short, this website is now hosted...
by ME!!**
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(It's GOOD to have control!!)
photo: Amazon
*Turns out it's kinda hard...
**Damn!! Now I have no one to bitch at call for help when something breaks but my sad sorry self The Great & Powerful Internet...
I can't believe it's over already...
This was one of the best vacations I've had in a very long time...
I only wish I were still going to be here to climb Airport Mesa again and spend a little more time gazing at the moon...
(When I originally wrote this I didn't picture the hiking boots...)
Do you see the light that is reflected back never realizing what is right below the surface?
Or do you peer into the depths, looking for something hidden and special, but ignoring what is offered?
No matter where you focus your eyes, there is always something more to see than what you take in at first glance...
The true gift is to try to see a little bit of both...
Happy Anniversary Honeymine!!
