Nectarville!

  This is where I will place bits of blogs I have found particularly lovely, interesting, or funny. I link back to the sources to give them credit, and also so that others who find the bits they see intriging can check out their blogs and perhaps add them to their own blogroll. I enjoy reading peoples blogs and often are astounded by how creative, imaginative, and downright funny some of them can be..see if you don’t agree!!

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So just trust me when I say I’ve seen a corner of heaven. Where the angels wore boots.

 A Dark In The Light

 

Whenever I see a child on his/her dad’s shoulders, I remember the feelings of power and elation that I felt whenever my father carried me so. My father was quite tall for a man of his generation, and when I straddled his shoulders, I felt like the master of the universe!

 Blogging in Paris

 

 

 you feel as though you can hide, disappear. on the beach, you feel free. the openness inspires bravery, confidence.

 The Glass Doorknob

 

 

Not since Proverbs 5:3 has there been a more creative use for honey. (That is where the prostitute used it to lure men,

Brian Alexander

 

 

 she’s currently swirling around my room in a blur of tartan, my black scarf (for some reason) tied turban-style on her head, giggling hysterically about how wide she gets when it spins out around her…. and planning to capture a boy to be her date and wear a kilt!

mystery creature

 

Old people have sex at Holiday Inn while I watch the Tonight Show.

Midwest Poet

 

Do you ever wonder how your life got like this?
Do you ever wonder what life’s about?
What does it all mean?

I don’t. I just munch on Kit Kat bars. 

 All Over The Bored

Your Words Got Me Addicted

 from the beginning
words got me addicted
and rehab is not an option
cause i am more than willing
to fall in love again
not just with the words that flow
but from the hands
that grip vessels
tainted with black ink
-internally-
with the lips
that spit pleasure
in more than one way
-so passionately-,
willing to fall in love
with the mind
that is exactly like mines,
i am addicted
place me in your rehabs
and your treatment wont last
because words are the drug i need
and i never imagined
this could feel so good,
my infatuation has grown.
so feed me your guilty pleasures
intoxicating measures
and leave me spellbound
your words got me addicted
and im too far gone now

 No Ordinary Reflection

 

 

 When I read all this, it, like, resonated with me because I’m so habit-ridden, I make even a centipede look capricious.

 Caroline’s Confession’s

 

 

 for two months, my skin wasn’t my skin. it was an elephant’s skin, or what i imagined elephant skin must feel like. rough patches with the tiniest moments of softness. sensitive despite its severe exterior. dignified despite its outspoken itching. itches that were like a relentless taunt, you’re so ugly. snicker. ugly.

 Fly Turtle Fly

 

 

 Have you ever seen the loony tunes when Bugs Bunny dresses up like a women gladiator and rides that crazy horse with the skinny legs in order to entice Elmer Fudd and it works?? You so lovely, my broomhilda…HILARIOUS

 Rosy Ruminations

 

 I thought there was ZERO chance of this coming to pass. People won’t spend large amounts of money just to see the youth pastor shave off his hair that took him 9 months to grow….will they?

 Will they?

Apparently they will.

 Something Real

 

me:
Bored. Entertain me please.

 greg:
I ran three miles today. Finally I said, “Lady, take your purse.”

greg:
How many people here have telekinetic powers? Raise my hand.

greg:
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realized the Lord doesn’t work that way. So I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.

me:
*laugh*

me:
You are ten different kinds of awesome.

greg:
You are TWELVE different kinds of awesome! You are the special awesome assortment that you can only order if you make group reservations a month in advance.

 Cheesepuppet

 

  ‘Where does cinnamon come from?’ we would ask.

 ‘From the far, far East,’ said my grandmother. ‘Where men wear long, flowing robes made of the finest silk and rings as beautiful as that of any King. The cinnamon flavours their tea and their puddings and maybe, just maybe, it is flown to Ireland on a magic carpet threaded with real gold.’

‘Where do apricots come from?’ we asked.

‘From sunny glades in Italy where entire fields are full of trees bearing dark orange fruit so that when you look out of your window in the morning you think the fairies have cut tiny orange circles out of the sun and placed them amongst the green leaves.’

‘Where do walnuts come from?’ we asked.

‘From a place called California where people rejoice in the sunlight and the land is full of richness and plenty and smiles are wide and warm. And sometimes, people say, the streets are paved with gold.’

This game would go on for hours. We would seek out more and more exotic ingredients to add to our stable of stories. Allspice, ginger, star anise, saffron, tamarind, juniper berries.

Our hands smelled of brown sugar and currants. We lived for days on the taste of the stories rather than on anything that was baked. There was a power in adding milk to batter and sifting flour. We laughed and talked and laughed some more. We were safe. We were busy. We were euphoric

 Selma In The City

 

 

it’s done.

 

Saturday morning, everything seemed to go wrong that possibly could.

My regalia wasn’t there. My hat was too big. My robe way too short. My shoe split on the ride up there.

And it didn’t matter. When I was sitting there, with about 200 other folks I didn’t know, it just didn’t matter.

I wish I had more energy to write about it, but I don’t.

It’s just done.

And I don’t know if I’m more scared or more relieved.

Footsteps Of A Fool

 

I have two subjects done and dusted, now I just have 3 more exams to sit over the next 2 weeks before I’m finished for the summer. Now to celebrate I of course have to play some more DS. Am I a geek or what?!

 

All Parts Included

 

  Overall, my sister and I couldn’t help but cry our eyes out. This coming-of-age story was much more than just a tale. It implies reincarnation and the universality of feminine themes that cross a thousand years still poignant and true. It is the reason why Shakespeare is still relevant. It is the tie that binds us to one another no matter where we came from. There is a sadness in all of us who have “wanted and waited” a decade, an age, a millenia for a play to be true and honest. That’s what’s so great about watching a play. As Shakespeare once wrote: “The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience–” It is an exchange. As a viewer, we want to connect and see our lives reflected, nay re-enacted in such a way that it seems satisfying that we spent a better part of the evening trying to get there; navigating through the snake-like subways. All of it revealed to us in the dark. Our darkest secrets revealed. And applauded.

 Mema’s Musings

 

 

Adam did not see the humor in hanging the penis magnet up. He had male friends over all of the time, and neither he nor them thought it terribly hilarious that a plastic penis was hanging on the refrigerator in the middle of a man-cave. But he hung it up anyways. Mostly because when he took it down, I hung it back up. But I tell myself he did it voluntarily, because he treasured my gift so much. (Tell me no different.)

 Shamelessly Sassy

 

One of them said she was glad I’d dropped the habit of asking them whether they were wearing knickers before they left the house. This was because I found one of them wasn’t after she executed a cartwheel halfway down the road. They laugh with derision about me asking them to tell the bus driver to ‘drive carefully’ when they went on school excursions. And ‘don’t forget to eat your lunch’ was apparently just plain dumb.

 the ravens have left the tower

 

 

 Ok, so this once a week blogging bit is obviously NOT working out. Dr. Phil would ask me, “And how’s this working out for you?” And to this I would respond, “You do the math, Einstein - ten entries in, hmmmmm, say two hours…” As soon as I decided to blog once a week, my brain went into overtime thinking of meaningless nothing to blog or make videos about. So that’s me.

 

Then there is a very sweet array of clever bloggers that I just adore, that I have to keep up with. I still want to properly manage my time so I have decided to be a night blogger. After everyone here is fed, watered and cuddled, then I’ll slip on my Skunny slippers and blog and visit blogs.

 

Skunny Droppings

 

 Haiku schmaiku

that is to say i
promised controversy and
failed, never mind,

it may be possible to learn how to write poetry
but perhaps it is not possible
to learn how to be a poet,

Gingatao

 

 

 

A dedication of the day, crescent sight
The liberty of fairness, rainbow of the night
True accent of nature, longing of the sky
Purified atmosphere, forgotten silent sight

Refreshing wind, a bleeding rose alone
Tints of silver-blue, grayness of the stone
Endless tune of guitar, serenity in the pain
Black rider of the night, awaiting the rain

Wounded hues of violet, joys of void woes
Traveling through the life, fearing no foes
Memories remain alive until the rise of light
Deep within me, in the essence of this night

 Arbitrarily Arbit 

 

 

 

Oh, the places we will go

 

Tales of ladies and lords

 Of Vikings sailing fjords

A dragon’s fiery breath

Or swordsmen dueling death

A cheetah and her cub

Or a nefarious grub

All are easily found

Whilst one lays around

Beneath a summer’s tree

With a good book to read

 Ocellus

 

 

Walkaway Joe

 

I didn’t want to believe
You would close the door for good
Expecting to see a reprieve
Of the figure for which you stood

You could hold two hearts of hope
Yet never let them meet
Balancing on the tight rope
And refusing to admit self defeat

You walked away from the past
And left one love behind
But it would not be your last
Do you really think God is blind?

Tonight I ended this game
I poured your liquor down the drain

04.25.08

Echoes

 

 

 to kim

 

alone forever I’ll never be
just you and me
remembering those first words
we’ll build a world of our own
where no one ever comes
you ignoring my fighting being loved
loving me anyway
while I learn to love myself

amanda

 The Amandzing Way

 

 

Those who have known me throughout the years know that I have an unnatural fear of vegetables. Okay, maybe fear is not the right word. Hate is probably closer to the truth. Just give me my meat and potatoes and no one will get hurt.

 

I have actually come a long ways over the years. I believe that since childhood I have doubled

the number of vegetables I’ll eat. Yes, that’s right, I’ll eat corn and green beans now!

 

 Dad In The Headlights

 

 

 It’s amazing how much effort it takes to care for three tiny kittens. Bottle-feeding, for starters, was something quite new for me. My son was breastfed, so mixing, measuring, and washing up were things I never even thought about when he was a baby. And did you know that bottle-fed kittens need to be burped just like human babies? It was really kind of funny to hear; it sounded more like a squeak than any burp my son ever let loose.

 Rambling On

 

I personally believe there is incredible intrinsic dignity and something oddly therapeutic about manual labour. And I intensely dislike snobs and people who down on others.

Random Reflective Rantings