Parting Gift

I opened my eyes
While you were kissing me once more than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does,
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love

I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well
It is my fault you see
You never learned that much from me

Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to the last time
The sign says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started it says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started

I took off my glasses
While you were yelling at me once more than once
So as not to see you see me react
Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back

I bet your fortress face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see

Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to all the last time
All the sign says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started it says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started


I just love Fiona Apple:)

The Building In Miami I Want to Buy

I'll just have to paint it for the meantime. It is for sale, though. Anyone have a few million to lend me?

Too Much to Do

I had a dream last night that I wrote a personal memoir. It was very similar to the scrapbook/slambook that I already worked on for sometime, but more professionally bound and printed. It was similar to the "Kurt Cobain Writing" book published about 8 years ago with all of Kurt Cobain's doodles and drawings. It reminded me that I really want to get moving on the novel I started and promptly lost interest in a few months ago. I just have too much to do.

This month is supremely busy. I start pioneer school next week. Work has been so busy. With 3 doctors, us technicians have been working nonstop to keep things running semi-smoothly.

I am buying some watercolors so I can paint this series of art deco pictures of Miami buildings I photographed last month. It's been a while since I've painted anything. Watercolors definitely scream South Beach to me.

I am scrambling to finish my time this week so I can enjoy almost a week and a half of working in my yard. The weather is super hot this year. My plants have suffered a great bit this week without any measurable rain. We've had lots of thunder that has threatened, but I'd love a real gully washer, please. I've moved many irises and aloe plants to the back. I'm getting rid of all the fern that I wrongly placed in beds. I should have listened to grandma when she said that they'd overtake my beds to create a sea of green for snakes to hide in. Yes, grandma, that's exactly what happened. What a big mistake. Hopefully by the end of August, that will be rectified.

Spa Day in Your Own Home

I found an amazing recipe for your own brown sugar scrub. Everything I needed was in my pantry and it costs only pennies to make in contrast to 20 dollars at a specialty shop and it's all natural. Here we go:

1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup olive oil
2 tablespoons honey
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 tsp almond extract
1/4 cup crushed almonds



You can also add oatmeal if you like. I didn't have any oatmeal that wasn't pre-packaged, so I declined to use it. It works great. It was especially a nice exfoliant for my lips.