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Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Okay, things are a might slow 'round here.

Allow me to shake them up sending you over to my blog (insert wicked giggle, here).

What Jayne Says

Saturday, August 25, 2007

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.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

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.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007


remove me fro this blog

Thank you

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

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...

Monday, September 04, 2006

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*)

Sunday, September 03, 2006

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