Dona Nobis Pacem

Only Starlight

How beautiful is this day,

when everything familiar has changed

A crash is only thunder,

a spray only rain

No need to take shelter,

there's no threat of pain

How beautiful is this evening,

when time is not on my mind

The cage has blown open,

the wires unwind

No need to take shelter,

no reason to cry

Chorus
Holding on to the moment,

when I can finally breathe

Fighting for this daydream,

when I wake up in peace

How beautiful is this night,

when nothing else pierces the sky

There's only starlight

and the moon

No need to take shelter,

there's nothing to fight

How perfect is this night,

when the only sound alive

The whisper of a lover,

a baby's sigh

No need to take shelter,

no reason to hide

Chorus
Holding on to the moment,

when I can finally breathe

Fighting for this daydream,

when I wake up in peace

How precious is this morning,

when the iron wall has gone

I'm finally breathing,

a quiet unknown

No need to take shelter,

I'm finally home

I'm finally home,

the nightmare is over

I'm finally home

©2003 SOCAN (by Sara Marlowe)

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Feeling a little claustrophobic today....a little on edge....and a whole lot fenced in....

Wish I knew why...

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

ACK - three weeks since I've posted.....????

WoW. Sorry about that guys ....

*Pfft, like anyone actually reads this anyway? You've got an ego if you think that anyone missed you*

Shit. Seems like some of the voices from the Couch have made their way over here. VINNY - keep your voices in your head ok? I've got enough of my own. Right now they're all on vacation in Maui. LMAO.

Seriously guys, life has been handing me a shitload of crap, and it's been difficult to read most of your blogs, let alone comment. Same goes for email.

My mind's been seriously distracted lately. And I wish I could get into the why's and how's of it all, but suffice to say, it's been putting me in a place where I don't want to be. In a mindset I hate being in. But the pull of this is so strong that sometimes the effort to fight it isn't worth it, and I just give in to the melancholy and depression.

I'm going to be going to a councellor soon. I need to deal with the heart attack and the effect it has had on my life and my family and friends lives as well. Because while I hate being this way, THEY have to deal with ME. And there are days it's not a pretty picture. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, and there's no one to stop it.

I've tried to escape into writing, but the themes always wind up the same. It's so redundant and tedious that I had to stop doing that too for awhile. Slowly but surely I'm trying to get back into it though.

Which leads me to the only good news of this post that I can find. Tomorrow, November 1 2008, I will officially be a published author.

My short story is in the new erotic anthology titled FRENZY, from CLeis press. I write under the name Angell Brooks. And that is a reason to be EXCITED!!!!! (Psst - you can click thru to order it on Amazon.com *giggle* plug plug plug)

On another note, just when you feel that life has given you nothing to smile about, you see Animal driving down the street. This was on Sympatico's homepage this morning.





Police baffled at speed-driving Muppet


There’s driving like an animal, and there’s driving like an Animal. And police in Bayreuth, Bavaria are scratching their heads over someone doing the latter.

Animal from The Muppet Show has repeatedly been spotted speeding in an Audi with British licence plates, reports Ninemsn.com.au. Well, kind of.

Since Bavarian speed cameras are trained to zoom in on left-hand drive cars, and the British vehicle is a right-hand drive one, pictures show what appears to be the grinning plush toy of the frenetic drummer careening down city streets.

Upon examining the photos, a British newspaper suspects the smirking stuffed toy could also be Grover or Ernie from Sesame Street.

“Because this is a British vehicle, we can never get a decent picture," an officer told The Daily Star.

"The driver has obviously worked this out because he has placed a large puppet in the passenger seat. This may be an example of the famous British sense of humour, but it is still dangerous driving.”

Police have released the picture in efforts to locate the still-unidentified driver. The car was captured doing 155 km/h in a maximum 120 km/h zone.

Under German law, licence plates don’t carry enough information to prosecute the driver.

This all makes me wonder what’s next: will Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem be busted for trashing their hotel room? Or will the Sweedish Chef be caught in a dirty dining scandal?



Now, knowing that things like that still exist in this world, is a great reason for getting out of bed.

Seeing as it's Hallowe'en, I should be doing something fun tonight, but since we didn't bother making plans ahead of time, and Rod's not the type for last minute spontinaety (see, doesn't happen at all and I can't even spell it), I'm going to be spending tonight watching the newest episode of Ghost Whisperer, cursing Jennifer Love Hewitt's gorgeous curves and amazing wardrobe, and pigging out on all the leftover candy (and yes I know it's not good for me but tttthhhpppttttt. And that's that). Oh yeah, and wishing I was somewhere FUN. Like the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

For all y'all who are taking the chicklets and (what's our male version of chicklet) boys? out tonight, stay safe, watch out for flying spaghetti monsters, and don't eat all the candy!!

HAPPY HALLOWE'EN GUYS!!!

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Wordless Wednesday: One picture's worth a thousand words

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Walking for a Cure

Hey all.

This weekend marks the fourth year in a row that I will be doing the 5km CIBC Run for the Cure for Breast Cancer Research.

I'm not pandering for donations. BUT, if you wanted to donate online, they are REAL quick with the tax receipt. LOL.

Here's the link below - no expectations, no strings.

And if you have someone you'd like me to walk for, let me know and I'll put the name on my card or t-shirt (depending on how early I get up and get there to do the t-shirt LOL).


https://www.cibcrunforthecure.com/html/personal_page.asp?track=3112974&languageid=1


Thanks everyone. :D


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Ten years - my how time flies.

Well, my lovelies, today marks the tenth anniversary of the day I said "I do." For awhile there, we both never thought we'd make it to this date.

Did I ever tell you guys how we met?

Well, I had been out of a relationship with my ex Rick, for about five months. I wasn't interested in actually finding a boyfriend. I just wanted to play the field. I was dating two guys - one named Dave and the other named Steve - and having the time of my life.

In order to combat boredom, I used to call the party lines, and lie about myself. Like I used to say that I was five ten, and I had black hair and green eyes. You know, stuff like that, cuz I never had any intention of meeting any of these guys IRL.

Well, one night at the beginning of May 1996, I called the party line, and for some reason, decided to just be honest for once in my life. I left my description as curvy, five four, and the penchant for drinking beer straight from the bottle.

Well, I got more messages left for me that night than I had ever experienced. I guess sometimes men DO want the truth. I went under the name Angell (of course) and hubby was going under Hot Rod, which was a plus in my opinion, being that one of my favourite wrestlers was Rowdy Roddy Piper. We "danced" a little, and then got off the party line and spoke for four hours. Turns out his name WAS Rod...and he was a wrestling fanatic, loved hockey, and country music.

He told me that he was only a year older than me, but his deep baritone voice made me doubt that. And he asked if we could meet in person. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end decided that a third guy wouldn't be a bad thing. So I told him where to meet me the next night after his shift. I chose karaoke, because all my friends would be around, and, as always, there's safety in numbers. He told me what he would be wearing, and I told him what I'd be in.

I took great pains with my appearance that night. I straightened my hair, dressed in the lowest cut top I could find (I had less weight on me back then than I do now), and was all ready to be disappointed anyway. LOL. He worked nights, so I had all night to watch the door, and all night to be nervous. Around midnight he walked in, and I was able to spot him right away. I passed by him four or five times - you know, to check him out - before he found out who I was. And the way that happened was he heard my name being announced for karaoke.

After my song (12 years later I don't remember which one it was), I approached him, and we walked over to a table. When we sat down, the first words out of his mouth were "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Wanna go to Vegas?"

Well, we didn't go to Vegas, but around our one year anniversary, we decided to move in together. The pic below was taken at his 25th birthday party.




And on September 26, 1998 - we said I DO (sorry this entry is being typed from work so no pics - I had the above one stored on Facebook).


As all marriages do, we've gone through our ups and downs (lots of downs I can't kid you on that), but we made it.


And here's hoping for another ten (I don't dare hope past that LOL).


HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SWEETHEART!


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

I know, I know....

Long time between updates. But it's been a little weird getting used to my new hours at work. For the first time in a LONG time, I'm putting in nine hour days in the office, and that's not including the hour or so I'm in there before my official "clock in" time. Rod's new job is working for another company in the same building, but he starts a half hour before I do, so we drive in together, which is great, but it means I'm up at six. For someone who's been sleeping in for the past four months, it's hard to get used to. But I'm doing it.

I did manage to get in one summer concert before the official closing of my "summer home" (aka The Molson Amphitheatre). It was a lethal 80's combo of Cheap Trick, Heart and Journey, complete with their new lead singer. It was incredible!! Both openers I didn't actually get to see, but I could hear them as clearly as if I was standing in front of the stage. Those Wilson sisters can still rock it out!!! Here's a clip from the show (doesn't do her justice but still sounds fantastic).



And then JOURNEY came on, and my supervisor knew I've been dying to see them my whole life, so she cut me early and let me go in. An old co-worker of mine came to see us and he decided to join me. So we each grabbed a beer, found a spot at the back of the lawns (and I mean at the very back - it was a sold out show - sixteen thousand strong), and enjoyed a kick ass show!!! This lead singer, Arnel Pineda, COMPLETELY KILLED! He's so damn talented, and very cute too. At least he's got the long hair and leather going for him. XP Check it out.



As for getting back to the rest of work, I'm taking it slow, and will probably only make it out regularly when hockey starts at the beginning of October. Which means I've missed out on the TIFF shifts (Toronto International Film Festival), but I can live vicariously through my friends Bhavna and Meaghan who went celebrity stalking this week, and managed to score close ups of Brad Pitt, Ben Barnes, Ralph Fiennes, Viggo Mortensen, and a few others that have yet to be posted or bragged about due to lack of sleep from stalking. LOL. I would have been stalking Jim Sturgess (yes, from Across the Universe, this hottie here).


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Oops, sorry. Got drool all over the keyboard. :P

I have been keeping up with blogs, but not necessarily commenting. Mainly because I've been reading them on my lunch break at work and clandestinely (is that even a word?) between phone calls when my boss isn't looking. Glad that everyone is still alive....I mean, you'd tell me if you weren 't right?

Oh dear....that was a bad joke....quick, someone toss me a cow, or some form of a muse....amusement would be nice....

*stifles groan*

Ok, ok! I'm going to bed now.

NIGHT NIGHT FROGGY.




Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.