Ahem...

Okay, things are a might slow 'round here. Allow me to shake them up again...by sending you over to my blog (insert wicked giggle, here). What Jayne Says

Word play

Since there's been no activity on here in months, I thought I'd shake things up a bit. This is actually posted on both my blogs. Warning, there is some language here. So...anyone else still out there? I've been thinking a lot lately about language. Mine, in particular. To be more specific, my use of "foul" language. See, The Man (i.e. "the man in my life") and I have decided to make a conscious effort to clean up our language. We both cuss too much. He was in a conversation with a coworker a few days ago who commented on the incredibly foul language of another colleague (let's just, it would make a sailor blush). She pointed out that he does cuss, not as often the others they work with, and he almost always checks her (the colleague he was talking to) reaction. She doesn't like the language at all. It pushed him to do something about his own habit. I've spent a good few months feeling guilty lately when I cuss around him. A random "damn" or "hell" has never bothered me, but I know I've gotten comfortable and that's not all I'm saying anymore. I will admit that sometimes, there just aren't other words--either for emphasis or intensity. I mean, come on, when I fell a few weeks ago and nearly broke my tailbone, saying "shoot" just didn't do the pain justice. And I've always thought you should say what you mean (and mean what you say, of course.) I've even been known to use the "f" word for shock value, or to make sure I'm getting the attention I'm needing from the person I'm talking to. A friend of mine said that swearing wasn't banned in his household. However there was a rule about the use of certain 4-letter words. You couldn't use them just 'cuz. You had to be creative in your use. In my house, creative use or not, you got punished. But we're all different. I know I need to curb my mouth. Does that mean language will disappear from my writing? Not all. Some words just can't be replaced, specifically because of the implications to writing. I mean, really--would "fudge" really replace "fuck?" I think not.

We took turns at holding the knife

We took turns at holding the knife Like two players from Westside. I acted like a Liberated Woman. You made your exit as the graceless, Diabolical man. But you held the knife first, making you the prime culprit my dear Because, as you once explained to me Playground rules never disappear, they just hide in the thickets. We think of chance as a spiky persuasion. A fleeting shooting star, a once in a lifetime affair. Yet being the daughter of randomness, having that chaotic lineage Means that chance is often an actor in a small production, Forced to stage many guises. So when you contacted mid-winter hungering For our last renedezvous or perhaps recapturing what still remains I should have felt the tide turning. I should have listened to my heart. We took turns in holding the knife. Our pride took care of the rest.

Please

remove me fro this blog Thank you

A start

I left every thought of grandiose romantic love in a hotel room thousands of miles from home. I left it there with the letters you wrote me, ripped into pieces and dumped into the bin. I left it there with wishes of more time, of thoughts of staying and with a deep loneliness that would only be removed if you returned. I wanted with every bit of me for you to come back, for you to spend the night, for you to kiss me. I stopped dreaming of prince charming, I ended my fairy tale. And thus begins my story. If only the writer's block would leave me the f*#$% alone...

Howdy...One Word...

I'm also new to this group, so I thought I'd follow LuluBunny's lead and do the One Word prompt. A warning: I don't follow directions very well. Enjoy... Yourself: easy (as in "like Sunday morning" not "that woman on the corner.") Your partner: amazing Your hair: blonde Your Mother: well-intentioned Your Father: wonderful-wonderful (family thing) Your Favourite Item: couch Your dream last night: amazing (see above) Your Favourite Drink: wine Your Dream Home: secluded...but not remote The Room You Are In: cluttered Your fear: alone Where you Want to be in Ten Years?: home Who you hung out with last night: WonderDog What You're Not: overly extroverted Your Best Friend: an ass One of Your Wish List Items: books Your Gender: female The Last Thing You Did: posted What You Are Wearing: t-shirt Your favourite weather: Texas fall--in December Your Favourite Book?: falling apart Last thing you ate?: um.... Your Life: slowing Your mood: calm The last person you talked to on the phone: Madre Who are you thinking about right now?: The Man (the amazing one *grin*)

One Word

I'm new to this group, so by way of an introduction I thought I would do the One Word prompt. Yourself: individual Your partner: non-existent Your hair: red Your Mother: difficult Your Father: unreliable Your Favourite Item: iPod Your dream last night: forgotten Your Favourite Drink: tea Your Dream Home: remote The Room You Are In: messy Your fear: voicelessness Where you Want to be in Ten Years?: home Who you hung out with last night: dog What You're Not: outgoing Your Best Friend: writing One of Your Wish List Items: Cessna Your Gender: female The Last Thing You Did: ate What You Are Wearing: t-shirts Your favourite weather: crisp Your Favourite Book?: memorized Last thing you ate?: cheese Your Life: liberated Your mood: calm The last person you talked to on the phone: father Who are you thinking about right now?: nobody