Wow, neglecting the blog!

Been a really crazy few weeks, months...whatever! I have got to update all of this stuff! I will, soon!

Esty...my new favorite place!

I recently opened up an etsy shop. Finally, a place where I can showcase what makes me unique. From handmade stuff, to vintage finds...I hope to have a lot more items up soon. Please check it out and shop til you drop!
You can simply click the little purple shop icon and it'll take ya right to my shoppie!

A quick post...

I haven't done much by way of the blog or twitter or whatever. I need to finish this book and begin another. I would like to record more music. I need to stop believing that I cannot do things alone. I need to dance again. I need so sing with all of my heart. I need to believe in love.

at the hop- Devendra cover by Nicole Sass

Please subscribe to my Youtube Channel, I promise I will add new stuff a lot!

The Treehouse Song by Ane Brun, performed by Nicole Sass

Please check out this video and subscribe to my Youtube channel!

This one is pretty interesting too...2? heck that's only in marriage. Why not 5?

you tube therapy. it's free, and Katy Couric is so wonderfully cute as a button! haha!

Here is one of Toni, Alona and Paizlee's videos!

Ze Passion of Ze potato!

This is Toni...






She is the very funny and talented little sister of Ciera and Brandi (My best girls). We go back, our mom's are even friends! Toni and my little sister Alona are besties, she comes over like, every day now that it is summer vacation.






This is Paizlee...


She is my seven year old daughter. She has a bit of an obsession with Micheal Jackson, it is so funny!

When the two of them get together they make the most hilarious movies on the computer. Paizlee can even do it by herself and I love to come and watch what she thinks I have never seen, it is so funny...I will post some. Anyhoo. Toni just set up an entire blog about Paizlee! It is so cute, it is called P-Body and the Potato. I have never seen such a great blog! They are both younger than teens!! Here is a link to it...you really must check it out!

Really cool needle point...I hope she doesn't mind the shout out

Once again, Chez Sucre Chez....by Kimberly Scala

At 777 visitors I will do something really fun and special...

That will probably happen today, so I better get to thinkin!

In a mixed up world, let's just wait for the next song

It's like putting your playlist on shuffle. What's the next song going to be? A song of love? A sad song? A dancin' song? A punk rock song? A breakup song? Will it be a melody that makes you cry, or one that takes you back home? Will you remember a moment, or take it as a divine message? Or will you just listen to the song that's playing now, knowing the next song will be what it's gonna be? You can always change it after all...

These are a few of my favorite things...

Sisters with headphones...
Making bouquets of flowers that I grew at work...
Gus...
Little Squares of time that happen to hold a cup of tea...
John And Yoko...Great love, greatly misunderstood. A gift from my love, and I will like it forever.

You are all free to roam about ...

The fourth of July festivities were incredible! There were new friends, old friends, old enemies turned friends who joined the fun. I can't wait to post all of the photos and make an awesome video about it. All of the kids were playing a game and Max video taped it and is going to give me a copy, I am so excited to see it....they were laughing soooo hard!

The Mac Attack is Back Jack!!!

Aside from being upset about the Iphone dropping so drastically in price a mere months after I bought mine I am very pleased with Apple. My phone is really fun and my Mac is out of the shop with a brand new keyboard that I can actually type on without it sticking and making me sssllllloooowwww. Oh, and it works. And the mouse works now too....and, she has a brand new LCD screen! I am primed and ready to make some more videos. A couple of days ago I wondered if I should be so open about my life to the world wide web. You see, there are these two girls. One of them has a history with someone in my life, and one of them has a history of being a total bitch. Well, as "Fate" would have it, they ran into this someone in my life and went on a rant about my first video blog episode and this very blog itself. Ironically, their snooping is getting me a few steps closer to being a paid blogger with the hits it is generating. Alright! I was accused of being drunk, talking shit...and I am sure I will be getting in trouble just writing this. I am beyond caring. Not only about looking perfect to people, but about what immature people have to say about people who are going for what they want. When I really arrive LOTS of people will do this to me. I have so many goals. The book I am writing, the songs I am writing, the art, and my gardening. I will blow insecure people like that out of the water because I am motivated and gifted by the one who takes all of my glory and credit. God. I cannot fail, because he is guiding me. And people who mysteriously see someone and use the opportunity to be a "nay-sayer" about a person or a love that they could never understand are just a reminder that I am on the right road. Because the right road is full of people like that. People who sit on the side trying to make you hate that little road, because they are too afraid to walk straight themselves. People who see you once in a while and think that they know what is right for you. People who aren't there during the simple moments in the crazy lives of passionate people. People who's pride of knowledge supersede their knowledge of truth. People who are afraid to see someone who is going further than they are...who has something they want. People who look in the mirror right past themselves. I'm sure if either of them really knew me they would never speak such lies and brutality. But people will always try to stumble the man who is on the road to righteousness. And this someone in my life...he is well on his way, but things like this open doors for the devil to come in and make him believe he is some "Rebel" Incapable of the desire to follow anyone, especially follow someone with all of his life, who he has never REALLY seen. I just pray that if you, or them, or him, or anyone out there who is feeling like the only way to exhalt yourself is to judge another for things other than their own actions see's this post you will stop a moment. Close you eyes and listen to that tiny voice inside of you that says "We are all just the same." That's the voice that knows how to get to that road. And the Someone in my life who is on that road, I pray that he will stay strong, do not worry about the blisters on your tired feet from the gravel the devil places in the road. Trials are the roots of our soul breaking through the hard soil to grow. I am not afraid of losing anything. I am not afraid of people hurting me. It makes me bigger, bolder, better and brighter. So I love these two girls, I love them for all of the awful things they have done to make me learn about myself. And I hope that someday they will learn to Love. The true meaning of it.

Confessions of a Twitterholic.

It has been an hour and a half since I started tweeting tonight. I am surprised that I had time to stop and write a little mini-bloggeroo. Then I can post on twitter "Hey, check out my new blog post" and everyone will think that I am sooo cool. hahahahahhahaha I crack myself up. Follow me on twitter y'all!

Rock the Space

This little widget that you see on a lot of my pages is a tape of me and Keno singing an original song. I am the girl, of course, so you should check it out. Add it so your social site, facebook, twitter, myspace, linkedin, netvibes...whatever! Show some love!

The early morning rain at a sunset dinner...

"Don't be late".

I would never dare...

The Azure sky,

A gentle aire.

Could a thought on a bench turn into gold?

We"ll see.

Two speakers, set for you and me.

No cloth for the table, but with that said

Much better than anything filling my head.

A doubt that was taken, a thought that took flight.

As the perfect song ended and I kissed you goodnight.

"I like cheetos!" And other meaningless forms of self expression!

When did the memo come out that people must gratuitously announce what they like, who they are, what they do? I would like to live in a world where no one tells anyone anything and we have to figure it all out. Imagine if you will a place where there were no titles or self promotion at all. Maybe you are somewhat socially inept, and you need a mechanic and a new friend. You would then have to pick up the phonebook and call all of the names asking "Are you a mechanic?" Ninety percent of them will say no, but perhaps someone will think you have a charming phone voice and offer you a date! Sometimes I feel like that would be much more interesting than just opening up the phonebook to the mechanic section and picking out which name sounds the most "Grease-Monkey"-ish. And as for people announcing what they like...Who Cares?!!!! Whoopadee doo! Common interests are just ways for common people to connect without having to utilize any brain cells. "I like bugs!"
"Me, too!" Sounds innocent enough right? But what if the second person is referring to eating bugs. And now you are friends with the bug eater because he said he likes bugs too and you feel bad for the bugs all of the time because he eats them... Do you see how dangerous this has the potential of being? And think of all of the poor bugs that were distroyed in this analogy! Music lovers are another big one. "I like Music!"
"Me too!" Uh oh, I hope that the first person wasn't referring to Madonna in the Musical-turned-movie
Evita', because what sort of huge mistake would that be to the guy who loves Peabo Bryson? My daughter likes to get an attitude in the car when a good song comes on..."Stop singing, I like this song!" Now this method of the usage is ingenious. Presuming that you liking something makes you in charge of it. I like this idea. So now I am herefor in charge of... The Beatles, Calla Lillies , Rocky Road Ice cream and liking this idea. I would like to think that being in charge of these items will increase my street credibility and help me retain status.
Now people declaring their love for stuff...that's just crazy talk. I mean, have you seen all of the people sporting I love New York tee shirts? That many people can't love New York, New York probably doesn't have that much love to go around and the last time I checked New York is monogamous so Philidelphia is probably looking for some asses to kick. Or people who say "I love the dodgers!" I mean, do you love ALL of the dodgers because some of them look really bad in baseball pants and don't play much. And if you didn't love them to their face while wearing a "Go Dodgers" Tee shirt then they would have hurt feelings. We have got to stop all of this insanity people! We have got to go around and be totally ambiguous, like this one guy I know who says he dates men but gets mad when I call him "Hey girl"! He might be gay, he might be straight...he might just be too damn confused to get a date with either sex, but when I look at him I think "Now there is someone I can appreciate, he lets me think what ever I want about him which is what I was going to do anyway!" I wont say I "Like" him because then I would be a big fat hipocryte to my own theories of post-modern humanity. Brotha's and Sista's, we owe it to ourselves to say "Who Cares what you like!" and "I am whatever you want me to be." That is true freedom my people! Save the bugs! Save the Dodgers!

Alpha Dog...

It is said that within each person there are two dogs (metaphorically of course). The dog that you feed is the one that will grow, get fat, become the Alpha Dog. In me I can categorize my two dogs. One is a spunky, loyal, wonderfully naive little puppy dog. She is so trusting and she just wants to be loved. I would like that little puppy to grow into a healthy leader. Strengthened by the food of love. Nurtured and cared for. But I have allowed that little puppy to be neglected. Fed only scraps of food and always hungry for more, but still in the forefront. The other dog...now she is the real tough one. She is not afraid of anything. She is wonderfully loyal too, and also very cunning,but she has one hell of a bite, and if she feels threatened she growls. Now, this dog has been locked inside of a cage deep in my heart. I was so afraid to take her out that I kept her there. As the years passed she watched that puppy beg for more love, more food, more to make her grow into what she was destined to be. This angered her. She would growl and bark and beat at her cage, anxious to get out and take over for the weakened puppy. She would grow more and more upset everyday howling "Let me out, let me out now, it is time for me to take care of things for a while." Now this dog, even though she was in a cage was fed with the food of injustice. She hungered for fairness. She grew strong in truth and matters of the heart were of no defeat. As the puppy grew weaker, hungry for love and with no logic, she began to fault. She was so scared and hungry that she would do anything for food. She would beg, whimper and occasionally, she would snap. Barking and biting at anything, especially her master at the time...which was not herself as it should have been. One cold dark evening the puppy was waiting as she usually did for the master. She waited and waited, but he did not return. She barked and ran in circles, using up what little energy she had left for no good of her own. She came to the cage and barked softly as she fell limp. When the other dog saw this she was filled with something she had never been filled with before. A true matter of the heart. The place where justice and love meet. In that moment she thrust her muscular body at the door of the cage. As it swung open she jumped out and atop the cage crushing it. She ran out and with a mighty growl she stood over the puppy. Vowing to conquer all that is bad in this world to ensure that puppy gets fed. As days go by she charges forth with her mighty strength. Gathering love for her sick puppy and truth for herself. Vanquishing all who come in the way of harm to the one she is protecting. Not because she is better. Not because she is angry. Not because she wants to, but because she is the only one strong enough. Strengthening with Love so that, with Love...the puppy will become what she was destined to be. The Alpha Dog. Leading the pack through the storm.

The echo

On A cliffside she calls out...
when she closes her eyes she is flying.
"I LOVE YOU"
then she waits.
"I LOVE YOU" once more is heard.
but there is no one there.
when she closes her eyes she is falling.
Thin air on the mountain,
calico strips of color fill the sky
when she closes her eyes he is near her.
"I LOVE YOU"
Then she waits...
"I LOVE YOU" three times more is heard.
is there someone there?
Someone who would climb to the vast top of the endless earth to call back?
when she closes her eyes she is praying.
Wind dried eyes search....
but there is no one there.
"WHO HAS RETURNED MY CALL?"
"I LOVE YOU" three times more is heard.
When she closes her eyes she is listening.
"But I have not spoken?" she utters.
"BUT I HAVE HEARD YOU"
When she closes her eyes she is happy.

(video)Your protector's coming home?

(video)How do you mend a broken heart?!!!???!

This is the real me...reader beware! episode uno

I hope the new format is suitable for the pc and iphone users.  Yep, I do!

dark circles

..."Cause I am giving up on making passes, 

Giving up on empty glasses

I am giving up on greener grasses

I am giving up, for you."-ingrid michealson

(video) Did the fat lady sing and I missed it or something?

Finally Confused...Whew! And here I thought I was so sure.

(video) Spring time!

When the Sun shines it dries what the rain left behind. When the wind blows your name and the azure is fine. There's no need for the shade, we're too cold to deny... The feel of the warmth when the rain has gone by.

If you can't find the words...

Let your imagination look.

"PANCHO NEEDS YOUR PRAYERS, IT'S TRUE...BUT SAVE A FEW FOR LEFTY TOO."-Townes Van Zant

Prelude...

To things to come and things gone by...

Lines and color, fade to blur.

As I was lying on the grass I said a soft prayer, but I was not there.

I was somewhere trying to change the picture.  

So that I would fit.

(video)Sometimes, we have to just let it flow through us...