RDP Thursday: LIPS
When I think about the Vampire’s kiss I think of:
kissing a toilet seat-
cold sores that pop and fester
having dental work done
without novocaine.
Given those less then savory images,
if I had to chose between being kissed by a vampire
or slamming my own fingers in a car door
I’m sure I’d choose the car door
every single time.
Vampire
Edvard Munch1895
Photographer Unknown
I had this friend who thought his ” Soul Mate ” would give his life ‘meaning’ because as they both told all of us- their lives had no real meaning until they hooked up on Facebook.
He believed that he and his Soul Mate would blossom and grow and take on the world side by side. They also thought they would bring it to it’s knees. I’m not sure why that was important to them, but it was.
Unless you count my dog and my cat, I don’t think I’ve ever come close to having a ‘ Soul Mate “. I dodged a bullet there.
I consider myself lucky because I feel like my Soul is my own and I don’t want to hitch it to anybody’s wagon. I like the idea that in life IF you have to give away pieces of yourself all of the time-there is that one thing you don’t have to give away, that you have to, hmm what’s the best way to describe it- that you have to re-arrange the furniture for-
that’s your Soul and I suppose it means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
My lonely, worn but lovingly well worn Soul gives me a sense of independence.
RDP Tuesday MEANING
RDP Friday: EQUINOX
Photo A.M. Moscoso
First up,even though the Science says they aren’t real- I believe in ghosts and spirits and curses.
I believe in the natural world, I understand the rules and laws that govern it, I have also lived long enough to know that the world doesn’t always play by the rules, so sure I can believe that there are times when Nature busts out of it’s box and dances all over books and papers and Google and everything else that strives to define it.
So, at t his time of the year I like to celebrate all things ‘supernatural’ because – you know, it’s a hoot.
This year in my efforts to have a little fun I came bought a book called ‘ Food To Die For “. It’s a cookbook that was written by paranormal investigator AMY BRUNI and along with pictures and stories about ghosts and haunted houses ( and prisons ) printed on beautiful slick paper and even beautifully bound, there are recipes.
Each recipe is connected to a haunted place- so along with the story about Lizzie Borden, there is a handwritten recipe card written in Lizzie’s hand from the early 1900s, which is now the property of the Fall River Historical Society a Cornbread recipe inspired by the Villisca Axe Murder House and my favorite was meal that was served to prisoners that looks like baked dirt.
I’m going to try that one.
The reason I love this book is that it’s deliciously creepy.
Bake a meatloaf that Lizzie Borden served to her family and serve it with cornbread inspired by the Villisca Ame Murder House? I mean, how weird would that be? You could whip that up, serve it and spend the meal snickering with each bite your guests take.
So this year as Summer ends and Autumn arrives, I think I’m going to have a little fun in my kitchen.
Yep. I do believe I’ll go a little crazy.
Back when my Granddaughter was being potty trained, she pretty much decided that she didn’t want to be potty trained.
Now her Father, who is my youngest son took, I kid you not less then a week to learn the process. He was motivated. He had two older brothers and he didn’t want to be the baby wearing “baby pants.”
Jemma just fought it every step of the way.
One day my son comes home from work and finds her training toilet in the living room with one of her toys shoved in the bowl. I think she was making a statement.
I thought it was great.
Now when I think of people being forced to do something they don’t want to do, when they are protesting and want to make a statement, I think maybe they should take a lesson from Jemma.
My Granddaughter told us exactly what she thought of potty training:
RDP Thursday: STAMP