I saw you last night

I saw you last night
well..it wasn't YOU
But he had your crystal blue eyes
And your high brow
The way you look without your glasses
Before you didn't need them anymore
Your eyes slightly tired and sunken in
I knew it wasnt you, though -
He had a full head of hair
And he was shorter than you
Yet my eyes were drawn in his direction
I couldn't believe it
How i seem to know your facial features by heart
And how my mind could play tricks on me
Making my heart beat faster and faster
I tried not to let it show
I didn't want "him" to see
How the sight of you could still make me weak
But our lives are so changed now
So different
You hurt me...bad
You betrayed my trust and my love
But that was so "back-then"
And this is now
"He" is my life, my love, my 'whatever'
He sings my heart song now
(though he cannot carry a tune)
But, by some crazy power of the universe
You'll always have a tiny piece of my heart

Mind-altering all-natural drugs

Last night i was laying in bed with Rob and we were talking about my monthly hormonal imbalance, something he doesn't like to talk about much. I tried to keep it light, but i think his fear of pissing me off caused him to back off and agree with everything i say.It was kinda funny actually!

Lights out. Staring into blackness.

me: You know, it's not easy being a woman.

him: I don't doubt it.

me: Seriously, think about it.

him: I know. I'm not disagreeing with you. I think you're right.

me: Women put up with a lot of crap.

him: I know.


My point was... women are pretty darn tough considering the circumstances in which they must endure. Think about it. Every month, some crazy mind-altering drug runs through our body, affecting just about every inch of us - stomach, back, boobs, head, skin, weight, and mood. Am i forgetting anything ladies? A quarter of our year is spent in agony and all the while men look at us like we we're the alien from that Sigourney Weaver movie (appropriately named "Alien").

Personally, this month has been the worst month i have had in a long time. I feel like i am about to tear someone's head off (and i have a few names on the list right now). The littlest things bother me, like Rob leaving his shoes in the porch. Jeeze, get a grip... even I, myself, am guilty of that. I know I am being irrational, but for some reason, when the mood hits me...

I JUST DONT GIVE A HOOT!

You're wrong.

I'm right.

And you better do it MY way RIGHT NOW or ELSE!


Despite my inability to rationalize during the "MOOD", I do feel bad afterwards and end up apologizing to a few people here and there - mostly Rob these days (poor fella!). He does take the brunt of it because, afterall, we do spend endless amounts of time together, nevermind sharing living space (bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, livingroom).

I dont know. I guess what I am trying to say here is that I am hormonal. I know it. I hate it. Don't ask me to explain it. I can't help it. Don't piss me off. Give me extra hugs and a smile and a kiss now and then. And... last but not least.. I'm sorry... but it's not my fault. LOL.

What's a girl to do?

Step Aside Michael Jackson

This morning when i signed into AOL, I saw this as the headline news story. Its also the top video on You Tube this week.

Thought you guys might enjoy it. Apparently, a jail in Cebu (which is in the Phillipines – I googled it) are using dance as a form of distraction and rehabilitation for criminals… and it's working.

week 5

I don't want to bore you with details, but today i am celebrating 5 weeks SMOKE FREE.

Rob expressed his complete joy in the fact that I had two Mike's hard lemonades at the Ducks game last night and didnt complain once about not being able to smoke. I could hear it in his voice, how happy he was that i quit. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I did it for us". And of course that is true... but first and foremost, as it should be, I did it for me and my health... so that i could have children and watch them grow and ride bikes with them...

Damn this is getting sappy... you get the jist here!

Happy Monday!

the Potter drama

A couple of weeks ago, a few of us went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. We met at the theatre, purchased our tickets, grabbed some popcorn and plopped our butts down in our seats. The crowds could have been alot worse had we gone the week before, when the movie was released, but we decided to wait so it was a more pleasureable experience for all of us.

The lights went dim.

10 minutes of previews and, atlast, the movie began.

Not long into the movie, I became confused. Harry looks awfully old compared to the last movie. Hmmm... I pushed through my digressions and tried to concentrate on the plot.

The plot.... hmm... this plot and some of these characters arent looking too familiar either(aside from Hermoine, Ron, Hagrid, Dumbledore and a few others).

Finally, I conceded and leaned over to Rob.

"um.. looks like i missed the second movie"

Through a short snicker he said..."honey... this is #5"

Feeling rather foolish, i sarcastically spat back at him. "Well then it looks like I missed quite a bit of information".

Rob found this quite amusing.

I found it quite odd. But honestly, it was only through massive publicity that I followed the movies or the books at all. Not really sure why. I guess I could contribute it to some major changes in my life and the fact that, until those changes were made, I was unhappy and unable to find enjoyment in just about anything.

SO after I-dont-know-how-many-years, I have decided to give this Harry Potter thing a try. I am about a 1/3 of the way through the first book. It's quite good, not that i needed to tell any of you "Harry-Potter-freaks"!!

I did end up catching up on all the movies and I must say "The Goblet of Fire" is my favorite, thus far.

spoiler footnote: I have purposely avoided any spoilers... just so you guys know.

Here it is

Woohoo. Pretty cool huh?