Sunday, May 25, 2014

just me and my friend "insomnia"

it's 2:00 a.m. in the space city and i'm wide awake.  luckily tomorrow is sunday and i can sleep in a little. maybe.  my body doesn't seem to grasp the notion of "sleeping in on the weekends", regardless if i have insomnia or not.

blah.  in other news, my holiday weekend started off with a concert friday night.  journey played in my fair city, along with the steve miller band.  they are bands that i grew up listening to and were all the rage in the early seventies and eighties.  they actually still are pretty popular, the sold out venue where they played friday night, solidified this as fact.
the concert was great.  i was there with a group of friends and we sang along at the top of our lungs, along with everyone else in the crowd. all of a sudden eveyone was everyone's friend or bro.  lots of high-fives and fist pumps were given.  that's what happens when a huge crowds gathers and starts drinking hours before the concert even starts.  good times indeed.  heh.

but really, what's on my mind tonight, er, this morning, is something having to do with men (of course) but it can also be for women as well. when i was asked recently, to describe my idea of the "ideal" man for me, i gave my litany of qualities i would like him to have.  well the person that posed the question, then went on to tell me that basically, i was delusional and there was no such man that existed.  which bothered me because i wasn't making crazy demands. anyway, he went on to tell me that the person i described was "perfect" and "perfect" didn't exist.  i rebutted by saying that one person's imperfection may be another person's perfection. i don't want perfect.  i want perfect, for me.  how is that delusional?  the same can be said for men.  in the end, i think both men and women alike, are looking for the same thing, which is someone who loves them, is kind to them, and makes them happy.  sounds simple right?  if only it was.

what are your thoughts?

another thing on my mind tonight or this morning (all a matter of perspective, bloggies) is that i just found out someone i used to know, recently got engaged.  i am so happy for him.  i really am.  that news made me smile.  i wish i could tell him that, but i can't.  so instead i tell him here, in the confines of my blog. congratulations friend, i wish all the happiness in the world to you and your beloved.

my mind is reeling with all kinds of things in my head right now.  i'm sitting in silence but the chaos in my head is loud and  rowdy.  i thought writing would somehow quiet it down but no, not even close. that may be my cue to step away from the computer.  i know i'm not really making much sense.  and i'm totally sober too.

enough.  let me put this post out of it's misery.

enjoy your weekend kids, i'll be back after i've gotten some sleep.

in the meantime, be good. or be bad and come tell me about it.

-peace.


Sunday, May 18, 2014

silent interludes

daring each other
with every conversation

every word
goes dangerously
further than before

forbidden fantasies
remain only fantasies

stolen glances
secret smiles

hoping that one or the other
will dare enough for
both of us

but knowing
neither of us will

and so instead
we dance around
flirting
day after day
teasing
wishing

emotions growing
craving that
which cannot be

silent interludes
.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

When A Dream Turns Into A Nightmare

I woke up this morning, got out of bed, did my stretchy-stretches that I do every morning, and went to brush my teeth.  It was then, as I was brusha, brusha, brusha-ing, that it all came back to me.  The Rockets did really lose to the Portland Trail Blazers in the wee hours of the morning.  Our hopes to advance in the playoffs were literally taken away from us in a blink of an eye.  Poof goes the dynamite, well actually, BAM went the dynamite.  Again.  We were mere seconds from winning the game and advancing when one, single shot, nailed us shut in the coffin.  Season over. We lose.  Again.  You know, one would think that as a Houstonian, and an avid sports fanatic, we should be used to this scenario.  That heart-wrenching, turn your insides into knots kind of scenario.  The kind of scenario that has been played out in baseball, football, soccer and basketball.  At least it is if you're a Houston sports fan.  And yet, for the fan that is not the fair-weather kind, as much as we're angry, disappointed, disillusioned, we'll be back next season, and the one after that and the one after that.  Just as we have for years now.  Masochists? Perhaps.  But I prefer to use the term "true fan"  Meh, another basketball season in the books.  As many others this morning, I will dwell on this loss a bit longer, get over being so sad about it and turn my attention to my nephew's little league game instead. At least in those games, no one loses, everyone is a winner.  Speaking of winning, the Astros won yesterday.  So there's that.  

In other news, I'm still sick but feeling much better than last week.  I'm anxious to get back to work, to working out, to talking my head off (ha).  So send prayers, good vibes, light candles -whatever you want, all will be appreciated.  :)

It's a brand new month bloggies, let's make it a great one.