What you need is a sugar daddy, diamond rings and a brand new Caddy.

I am amazed at the fact that my father has managed to devour half a praline cheesecake in two days. My father is hardly overweight. In fact, he is very average in size, about 5'-5" and 160 pounds. I have witnessed this man eat enourmous amounts of greasy, unhealthy and fast foods and never gain a pound. He absolutely adores both sweets and salty snacks. That man can throw down some serious groceries, yet I am mystified as to exactly where he puts it. I have concluded that my father is either (a) bulimic, (b) has one heck of a tapeworm, or (c) just pretending that he is eating and is really feeding the imaginary dog under the table.

Walking along, whistling a song, barefoot and fancy free. A big riverboat, passing us by, she's headed for New Orleans.

My husband is scheduled to come home this week. It seems like he has been gone a lifetime. He left out in the middle of October. This was the only way he could swing being home for Christmas this year. Our 2006 yuletide season will be spent apart, again, (sigh...) but that is how this crazy towboat wife business works. No time to sit around worrying about next year though. Hubby and Oscar both will be going over the hill on December 13. David will be 40 and Oscar will be 6. Is that 42 in doggy years? Anyway, I have been threating throwing a party for both of them with paper hats and everything! Homemade cherry cheesecake is definetly on the birthday boys' agenda.

Speaking of cheesecake, and addressing an item in my prior post, it appears that I could very easily go into the pastry business as a vocation calling. I made a praline cheesecake for Thanksgiving and my cool cousin Ricky christened it "famous" after the first bite. My father requested that I make him another entire praline cheesecake for his lone consumption. My mother wants more than the 2 slices I brought her Thursday afternoon. A co-worker and another friend wants to try it too. It seems that everyone wants a piece of my cake!

I have a thought of a new recipe that I want to try out as soon as my husband gets home. It's some sort of salsa ranch scalloped potatoes. I going to use some various fingerling potatoes, thinly sliced, with the skins on. I don't know, that may just turn into a big baked dish of overkill. Anything is better than freeze-dried boxed Betty Crocker taters, in my opinion, so I have nothing to lose in trying it out.

Now, I'm awaiting my husband's arrival home so at least it will seem like I am married, even if it is for a short time.

Don't cross him, don't boss him. He's wild in his sorrow, ridin' and hidin' his pain.

Often times I think about living with reckless abandon. I think that maybe it would be just a brilliant idea if threw everything that I have worked hard for out the window. Sometimes, I receive the instinct that there is something that I am missing out on and I crave to satisfy that curiousity.

Leave it all to impromptu fate. Find the vocation that sets itself in front of me. Follow an unknown calling. Walk the tightrope without a net. Travel cross-country via random boxcars. Live without restrictions.

When that epic is concluded, I wish that my lawless adventures, personal thoughts and photos to be published in the neat confines of a coffee table book with an attractive dust jacket from which I shall retire comfortably from it's earnings.

We are stardust, we are golden, caught in the devil's bargain, and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

It has recently occured to me that no matter how much a person attempts to alter theirselves, by way of the decisions one makes in their life, that they are not any more of an individual. This is simply demostrative of a rebelious nature. Clouds are nothing more than water and dust no matter how puffy they are or how high they float. Whether or not a storm is just vapor in malcontent is questionable, it is certainly something to ponder.

Giving Thanks

So, here is my new blog. It's exciting to be in a new place, with a new name. I believe this moniker fits my attitude more. The possibility of meeting new people and making new friends is an idea I am liking very much at the current moment. Of course, old friends and accquantances are always welcome.

This year, upon the day of preparation of the celebration of peace and brotherhood, I am giving thanks for reinvention. In the spirit of the phoenix, I will rise again and again. Amen!