Nein Porn

As if I had nothing to write about...I don't. lol Still there are times when I'm fascinated by the technology this Internet thing provides. I mean people from all over the world can read and see what one little ol' person in rural Virginia writes. I am amazed. I have a site that allows me to see visitor paths and such; so I look. I want to see who visits and what they read.

Recently, I have found a lot of visitors who apparently want to read my post entitled: "If Wishes and Buts Where Candy and Nuts, Oh What a Christmas It Would Be." A lot of visits from foreign lands. I was elated, they want to read my thoughts. Happy Day! But then my ego was ever so deflated as it dawned on me that they are not staying any length at all when they visit. I mean zero seconds. What? And the key search words are "Candy", "Buts" and "Nuts"

My, my, my! I think they're searching for porn. I could be wrong...nah.

Word to the wise. Don't include the words, "candy", "buts", and "nuts" in your title; and ego goeth before the porn.


Cyberfriends you've probably already seen this but here's and extremely cute video.


Help I've fallen and I can't get up!

Brilliant!

;)

No Magic

I remember; because I'm old enough to, as a teenager sitting at my desk listening to my tape of Barry Manilow. Yes, you read me correctly I liked/still like Barry Manilow. There, I said it! lol Everything I had ever learned of love in my short 14 years was due to the song styling of Mr. Manilow. The sweet, sappy melodies wafting through my combination record/AM-FM stereo/ tape player taught me that absence does make the heart grow fonder, love can be found and remembered on a New England beach, and lost in a Cuban nightclub.

Romantic love was possible for all who believed. Heartfelt, hopeless, romantic; that was me. That is until I grew up. Reality reared it's ugly head and here I am. Sure I relapsed a couple of times, once recently but I got over it. lol

Someone I highly respect once called me Byronic. As soon as I looked the word up in the dictionary, I was well pleased. I do believe it's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm still pleased.


Crappy poetry comin' at ya.

Living

Because I have hurt, I feel more completely.
Because I have lost the victory is savored
sweetly.
Because I have been bound, I recognize
freedom.
Because I have loved I know what it's like to be
loved.
I learned to listen because I first heard nothing.
I learned to wait in stillness for that something.
I struggled with myself, the one that I am.
I sailed on an ocean to stand on dry land.
Because of circumstance that came my way;
every time I wanted to go, but decided to stay
I found a home within myself and a heart within
that home.

Mostly, nearly done, but not all the way gone.


Peace to my cyber friends, and happy halloween,


Moni

Exisiting

Not too much happening here. Ever get the feeling that you're submerged in jello, you can't move, you're just suspended in a gelatinous space of your own making, or someone else's making? That's me; here....existing. Nothing is special, nothing specific, just existing. My guess is that there are a lot of people out there doing the same thing. Hanging on, digging in deep riding the wave and waiting for it to carry them somewhere. hmmm....

Anyway, I was thinking of something I had written about 4 years ago and low and behold in church the other day the title was once again presented to me in such a way that it practically smacked me in the face. God works in mysterious ways they say. Maybe someone needs to read it, maybe I need to hear it again, maybe I feel it again. Here it is.


Rose of Sharon

Are the scars still visible?
Do they leave a remembrance of how selfish we became?
I will touch them and feel the sacrifice that was given.
As for me, I do not deserve the anguish you shed.
I am moved into my inheritance by your gift.
A blood sacrament stained through white wool, sifted
down
crevasses of knotted pine; puddled in mud, but still pure
as light.
You touched my heart, bought my soul and I happy to be
yours Rose of Sharon.


One more thing, I haven't written anything in a long while, I wish I could but as the song goes; the language is leaving me. If I did, I would love to write songs like this guy.

Other songs by Mraz on the youtube video bar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8Mz_kyRlWY
~~peace~~
Moni

Ah Amore'

Back again kiddies and with a semi-new keyboard. I thought I would take my keyboard for a test spin. I'm not liking it, but I guess it will take some getting used to. I was thinking recently ...yeah I know it's dangerous for me, but I live life on the edge. I digress; I was thinking about love. That four letter word that gets us all in a tither. I hate to sound down on love but hey, if the Valentine's paper heart fits...torch it.

I was thinking of all the things that we tell each other when our hearts are full of lofty thoughts, rather of the things we don't want to hear, especially us gals. So here's my list counting down from 10.

10). We're in different places in our lives right now I don't
we mesh.

9). I was going to call you but I lost my phone.

8). I think I'm allergic to your cat.

7). It's not you it's me.

6). Long distance relationships never work.

5). Sorry I have to spend the weekend with a sick friend

4). My mom's brother's cousin's friend died and I had to
attend the funeral.

3). I had to work late.

2). I may have looked at her, but I'm going home with you.

1). I swear to you I didn't know it was Valentine's Day!


Of course, none of these have ever happened to me personally. hehehehe!

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



Bitter me? NOOOOO. Everyone have a happy and love-filled Valentine's Day.



~~Moni~~

Still Alive in 2009

Well now it has been sometime since my last post and although I'd like to think there are a few malingering bloggers out there who still read my blog; the prospects are grim. But if there is anyone out there who gives a flying fig as to what's going on in my lil' old life; here's a chance for me to catch you up.

How's my life going? From the title, I guess you could conceive that I'm still alive. That's about it. Installing a floor in my kitchen( it ain't easy), watching idly by as my daughter becomes a teenager this year(especially not easy), and enduring the financial hardships of too many Americans(damned sure ain't easy), that's what I've been doing these days.

As much as I complain, I do realize that things could be worse. So I guess I'll try to stay on the sunny side of the street, I just need to find it.

P.S. If you're looking for a film that will move you try Gran Torino.

Written, directed and starring Clint Eastwood, I think it's Oscar worthy. I heard that Clint Eastwood received a Golden Globe, not for acting in or directing the movie, but for cowritting the title song , Gran Torino. I have downloaded on my blog's Video Bar(1st video). Take a listen.

P.S.S. bu-bye

Keeping Up With the Keeper Uppers

So it has been a while, and I must let my writing muscles no matter how puny; atrophy. Recently I got roped into hosting one of those parties that women folk have from time to time. You got your Tupperware, Mary Kay, Avon, Candle Parties, Pampered Chef, Home Interior....you get the point. It's not that I have anything against these parties as a way to socialize, make a little extra money or what have you, it's the hard-sell pressure that's put upon one to keep the circle of parties going. I mean where does it end? When you've saturated the market, when you've called on all your friends and their friends; especially if you live in a small town, what then? People soon see you coming and try to think of ways to avoid the subject of having one of these damned parties. Because believe it or not, it actually costs the person whose hosting the party. The very person whose trying to help out by having a party is forced to make their house presentable, invite people, supply refreshments and such.

Never again I say! My mom and I invited 20 people and 2 showed. Maybe we're just not the social type. lol And another thing that erks me is the fact that some people go to a person's home just to see what they have. I've never been that way and don't intend to be that way. I'm not into keeping appearances.

Hey guys help me out are people not visiting my blog because I had to change the stat counter and I don't think it's installed correctly. Any suggestions?

Take care my lovelies,
Moni