Friday, June 29, 2007

Friday Funk

Hello everyone. I wish I had something interesting to say but I don't. The Cake Lady is in a Funk. I have been in a funk all week and I just don't know why. I'm not upset about anything. My weight is still looking good. I can't even seem to get upset when I need to be upset. My neighbors back yard is out of control and ordinarily I would be on the phone calling the city but my demeanor right now is "who gives a shit"? Apparently they don't. This is nothing new about the neighbors not giving a shit about their yard. I have to call the city 3 or 4 times every summer. It's not just tall grass, it's turned into a jungle. I should take a picture and post it here.

I think that I feel a little lost and probably need a hobby. Remember several posts back I said that Mr. Mustang would definitely not be Mr Cake Lady but I would love him forever? Then later on I mentioned that I spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. Mustang? Well what I didn't mention was that Mr. Mustang has found another friend. It hurt a little but I sure don't want to be with someone who wants to be with someone else. I know a lot of you folks would say "piss on him" but I'm not that kind of person. I can't hate him because he wants to be with someone else instead of me. It was so very comfortable for me to be with him. I'm comfortable with Mr. Florida but he lives 650 miles away. Talking about this I realize what my funk is. I'm lonely. I guess it's time for my girl friends to start pimping me.

Saturday night I'm going out with some girls. Actually I only know one of them and I don't know her very well but she has always been really nice to me. We are just a little different in our thinking. She doesn't care what people think of her and I worry all the time about what people think of me. The last time that I met up with her, I had a backup plan and used it. I need to be a little more like her. She always asks me to go out with her and I usually can't and have a valid reason. This time I don't have a reason not to go. I wish I could get excited about Saturday night.

Friday, June 22, 2007

It Is Not A Love Song!

It's not a love song. Or is it? If I see a yellow rose and someone who is color blind sees the same rose. He doesn't see yellow. It's a yellow rose to me and a gray rose to him. Who is right and who is wrong?

Wish you were here by Pink Floyd. Is it a song about missing someone that you love? I always thought it was a very sad song about 2 lovers that could not be together and I still do. Mr. Florida however has a different view of the song. So what if he has heard every interview by Roger Waters. If I think it's a love song about missing someone then that is what it is to me. Per Wikipedia Wish You Were Here is universal: it is directed at anyone who is missing a special person from their life.

This is one of those post that I'm compelled to talk about (much like proclivities). I have heard this song about 10 times in the last 3 days and just recently a friend put this song on his profile. What do you think? Is it a sad love song about missing someone or does it refer to Syd Barrett and his fall from reality? Is it a yellow rose or a gray rose?

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Borrowed Magic



This past weekend I had the the pleasure of crossing paths with 2 little girls. I didn't know either one of them. We just happen to be in the same place at the same time. While I was relaxing in the hot tub drinking my big gulp margarita a little girl came into the pool area. I'm guessing she was no more than 5 years old. She looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. She was dressed in a cute little bright pink bathing suit and had on some matching water wings. She got to the pool area before her mother did and waited by the edge of the pool turning around about every 10 seconds watching and waiting anxiously for her mother to hurry up and get there so she could get in the pool. Her Mom finally got there which didn't take any longer than a minute but I could see from this little girls perspective it must have been an eternity. When her Mom was seated at the pool side table the little girl gave her Mom that look that said "Can I"? Her Mom nodded the OK and the smile that came across that child's face was enough to make me want to get up and go hug the little girl to pieces because her smile spread right into my soul. She stood there for a second to make sure that everyone was watching before she jumped in the pool. Her squeal of delight made me think back to my own children when they were that age. I also thought about Egan and how if he could have experienced this scene that he too would be just like that little girl and could barely contain himself with excitement of just what his baby Anna will bring to him. You don't have to have children to understand and recognize what simple things can make children happy. This little scene made me so happy that I almost cried. Thank you little girl in the pink bathing suit with matching water wings.

The next day during our trip to Tybee Lighthouse we stood in line behind a family of 5. Mom, Dad, 2 boys about 9 and 12 and another cute little girl about 5. The 1st thing that I observed about this family is how well behaved the children were. The little girl was very anxious to go up to the top of the light house and kept easing inside the door. Her mother would remind her to come back and only once did her mother have to do the 1-2-3 count but little Maddie (I think that was her name) was back before her mother got to 3. Their time finally came and off they went. Me and Mr. Florida were not far behind. Or I should say Mr. Florida was not far behind, as stated in yesterdays post he was taking the steps 2 at a time while I huffed and puffed all the way up. When I finally got to the top there stood Maddie and her mother. Maddie was crying crocodile tears because after she got up there and saw how high she was, she got scared. It just broke my heart and I felt compelled to do something to help Maddie so I looked down at her and asked if she would take my picture. You could just see the thought process going through her head and the tears stopped almost immediately. She said she wanted to and her mother just gave me this smile that said Thank You. I walked out the door to the outside of the lighthouse and Maddie followed to the edge of the door. I squatted down and hooked the camera around her wrist and showed her what button to push. Maddie was all smiles as she took our picture. I asked if she wanted to come outside and take our picture and without hesitation she said yes. So she took a few more pictures and I asked her to take a picture of the ocean and she gladly did. I thanked her and asked if I could have my picture taken with her and she said yes. This will probably be the only picture that I post of myself on here so take a good look at me and Maddie because most likely I will remove it soon.

This weekend I borrowed the magic that children bring and it filled my heart and soul. Egan, I can hardly wait to hear about the magic that your baby Anna brings you and your wife.
Footnote :-) I did remove the picture of me and Maddie and replaced it with this footnote. Ha Ha Ha. I just crack myself up.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Full Blown Attack

It's Sunday and everything is good, except for the one small detail. I am alone.