Under Construction...

Banana has been working on updating and improving my website...It's looking pretty sweet!!! But it's not quite done yet, so have patience...J, you are the Mausketeer Of the Week, you fabulous person, you!!!
*Whips out little black cap with bat ears on it*

And I will get his box by this Friday. *grins with happy anticipation*

I also had no problems with the hula hoop. It now graces my walk-in-closet.
I'm thinking of mounting it on a wall.:)

Sooooo..how's your Wednesday shaping up?

Aaaah, shoot!!!

I really wanted to be Ma Barker or something...

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Hmmm,my mood seems to vascillate today.

First I was thinking about serious sad stuff and had "Everybody hurts" by REM stuck in my head for a while. Now that I've checked my Friends list I'm humming "Octopuses garden" by the Beatles.

Bipolar? Me? Naaaaaaaaaaah....

A LIST:

Wearing: Green shirt, black t-shirt, black skirt, black-and white striped knee-socks, black comfy shoes. Black and white leather rose hairtie. Earcuff. Rhinestone watch. Funky polymer clay necklace I made myself.

Drinking: Nothing, but that pop machine seems a little tempting right now.

Humming: "I'd like to be....under the sea...."

Thinking: Of the miniature haunted-house-thing I'm working on at home, the dolls I should finish this week and next, the work I'm hacking through this week.

Wondering: If someone I know might have a crush on me. Who, me?I wouldn't know a pickup line these days if it bit me. (Ow!)

Working on: The weekly calendar mailing...Real exciting stuff. And babysitting the copier.

Dreaming of: Strange little wooden worlds on my walls. Movies I've seen lately.
figures muffled by snow and howling winds.

Ms Eff's Pretentious Poetry Corner

Nothing's new.
Just filling up white empty space
with lines and lines of little runic shapes;
thousands of years of cultural evolution
just to say polite bits of nothing ...

A is for cattle, upside-down with horns.
B is for some Phoenician cuneiform I don't recall.
P, Z and X are all new shiny relatives
of Assyrian scratches and old Norse runes.
I wish I knew enough Ogham
to say "I'm still here" with crosshatches and slashes.
Black and white, charcoal on birch bark.
A secret code of meaning,
changed beyond all recognition
from the counting words that birthed them.

I want to write you letters you don't understand.
But I never needed to learn heiroglyphics to do that.

I'm rubber and you're glue.
I burned all your love letters;
I can't send them back to you...
But someday, maybe you'll want your pen back.

So anyway,
what's new with you?.....

Yaaaawn....

I seem to have missed my afternoon caffeine fix..

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn...

*Blink blink*

*Thump*

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