I am obsessed with thoughts detained

Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn’t mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people you say you love, that’s what matters. It’s the only thing that counts.
— Tom Wilkinson, The Last Kiss

First Kiss from Thoughts Detained

For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything.


Justin Chambers, Grey’s Anatomy

You'll Think of Me

A Hidden Message!!!

Cleaning Out Our Basement

I found this among some other stuff in our basement.

And tell me again why their is a Father Daughter Dance at a wedding, when its the mom who has to listen to all the complaining???



D4's First Day of School Writing September 5, 2003 Ms. Mahoney's third grade class

My Dad said if I hurt my feet he would have to cut my feet off. So I never complain. My Dad said that about everything else. So now I know never ever to complain to him.

I love my Grammy. I love her pool.

Freaks I'd Love To Know

I wrote this one year when I was dropping D3 at the Long Island High School for The Arts Prom. I just found it as we were cleaning out the basement. She just returned from a Theater Program where she met people even more like herself and the answer is yes there are more of them.



It's a group of freaks I leave her with. And I guess I mean freaks in the sense that they dont fit into the horrible social click of a world they call high school.

When I was young wer were still buying into high school being the best years of your life. We've gotten over that false picture someone put in our heads. No one even implies the years of social agony you endure while attempting to get an education can some somehow be classified as the best.

Freaks, I guess they are classified as, or a step further, drama freaks. They love to sing and act and play , they will burst into song, beautiful incredible music that escapes from their souls that they bear to the world often.

And get stepped on even more.

They are real, so real in fact people dont know what to do with them.They're labeled, like jocks, or cheerleaders but with a label that says you're not worth my time.

But Oh they are. I recently had the opportunity to attend a cabaret performance that made my eyes water and my heart ache. Their music touched my soul. Their confidence on their terms, in their space made me so proud of them and for them.

I spent that night with my daughter and her friend. They were real to each other and to others in their freak world.

I believed for one second that their is hope. That somehow in this whole world they found each other.

Are there more of them out there? I hope so.

These are people no one takes the time to know because it's a little harder. They are socially awkward, sometimes seeming so young, sometimes older beyond their years.

I feel more comfortable leaving my daugher with these freaks. They tell her she's a beautiful person, they honor her uniqueness, they cultivate her friendship, they learn from her and they teach her because they are real.

Real people who are interesting and smart and fun and talented, oh so talented.

Life for them speaks in music, not words.

And their song is always in their hearts.

Same Time...Next Year....

What does this all mean? Wouldnt you all like to know?

My Boring Life

With nothing to do but blog you would think I would blog more.

Here is what happens though.

If I have nothing to do, I have nothing to blog about.

So I have time to blog but nothing to comment on.

Nothing.

I have been silent for days.

I dont have anything to say.

Obviously we know that is ridiculous but anything I have to say is boring and lame.

Today the highlight of my day was opening up a brand new blue mascara.

Yeah I guess that is pretty exciting, since each new opened tube is one day closer to never having any blue mascara left.

That is if the Centereach Walmart closes up.

And the phones broke at work so I didnt have to answer any dumb questions, like does that bear have a cute face and please put air holes in my box so my bear can breathe, blah, blah, blah.

And I am into day 5 of a hangover that I didnt even know it was possible to have.

I have a week and a half to hubbys 25 year reunion and my doctor said I cant excercise so how will I lose 30 lbs by then.

I have to go to the endocrinologist tomorrow and he wont believe that there is anything wrong with me so that will be annoying.

D4 has an orthopaedist appt and I am sure will suggest physical therapy and/or MRI.

D3 has an orthopaedist appt on Monday where he will not listen to me either.

I need a panoramic view of my jaw because it appears to have been injured in the accident.

I am trying to find a couch for the basement that D4 just refinished by herself.

My house is a mess and it is possible that the giant Rat has made a second appearance after he came back from the dead.

I am super tired and unable to sleep.

D3's love life is the biggest news I hear about from day to day.

I am bored, boring and counter factual, misled and do I dare say...mistaken.


I am never wrong but perhaps a little off target.

In any case, this blog is boring, my life sucks big time, I am fat, middle aged and tired. I hate everyone, everything and bear calendars.

I am confused, confined and contained.

I want out, of the rat race, the rat infested house, and ratting out.

My computer is dying, my grass is dying and my hair need dying.


Enough of this ridiculous blog, someone in my life do something worth writing about.

And not drinking tequila until your clothes fall off or falling off the wagon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6A6fggtSQI


Oh My God, someone shut me up please, I've started talking and I cant stop.

Help i need somebody, Help me Rhonda, I get by with a little help from my friends,

AAHHHHH!!!!