Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

It is April 6th. My son celebrated his 15th birthday yesterday. I can't believe it's been that many years since he was born. And I dont feel a day over 25. (At least when I'm around my children) He is now taller than me, bigger than me and much much stronger than me. Matter of fact, he's so strong that trying to give him birthday licks turned into a full-fledged battle of might. One that he won hands down. In any case we enjoyed our day together and had a beautiful day. He still such an easy going, fun loving young man. I'm proud to be his mother.

Today, it is snowing down here. It's 32 degrees and the snow is falling like it's the middle of January. I don't know what to make of it, but as long as my family is healthy and happy, the weather is just that....weather.

Secrets and Serial Killers

I began reading this book the other day about a serial killer. It's called "Fever in the Blood." It's the first time I've ever read anything of this capacity, although my mind has contemplated all kinds of stories of the like. Anyway I'm reading this particular portion of the story where the killer is giving the reader some detail into his twisted life. He gives his psychologist a ton of information about his sexual activities, his parents, his upbringing, however when the psychologists ask a simple question: Did you feel loved as a child? The serial killer literally lost it, telling the doctor that he was getting too personal and he didn't wish to talk anymore. I'm sitting there thinking to myself, Buddy, you've revealed so much already, how could that question be considered as 'a secret?' I mean damn, he'd already told the dr. every sexual position he'd engaged in, what his father and mother done in the privacy of their bedroom and a few other things I won't share just in case their are any underage readers on this blog. (Probably not since it's not my space)

Anywho, I wonder why some of us are so verbally open about certain parts of our lives, but not so secretive about other parts. Usually the parts that are not quite that serious.

Here's my share for the day: This morning I discovered I only had one roll of toilet paper in our linen closet. I made myself a mental note to purchase more this afternoon. When I got to the store I went directly to the 'paper products' isle however, before I seen the toilet paper I spotted something else that made me completely forget about the t.p.

Wanna know what it was? I can't tell you....It's a secret!!!

See what I mean
Icy

Mr. Looks Perfectly Normal

I've discovered that most people have some degree of insanity brewing within them. I've oftern wondered and seriously thought about what makes people come unglued. I think I will be dedicating my next few blog entries to this issue.

This morning while on my way to work, I was sitting next to a perfectly nice gentleman. He was reading the paper and I was mentally doing my grocery list. After about two minutes he leans over and says to me, 'Hey, you know my mom died yesterday,' My response was, "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that." Thinking this would be the end of the conversation, but somehow knowing it wouldn't be, he leans over again about 30 seconds later and tells me that he has not seen his mother in 7 years, and that she had cancer, but he's not sad because, well, he really didn't know her, but because he is her son, he feels like he should go to the funeral. All the while Mr. Looks perfectly normal, but clearly is either bereaved or just crazy is saying this, I'm still mentally trying to decide whether I want to get a nice gormet dinner for my fiance and I to eat tonight or maybe just hit a local organic food spot that he loves. I can't decide because suddenly it occurs to me that this man has just basically told me his entire life story in the span of 15 minutes. I have a hard time responding when he pauses,

because well, I'm not really listening.

I got to work without further incident, but I ask myself, was this because I was distracted thinking aout tonight's dinner, or did I just not really give a damn?

I hope Mr Looks normal gets through the death of his mom, but I'm really concerned about my own way of internalizing things now. Hell, maybe I'm the one who's crazy.

icy

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She's on the Move

Hey beautiful people in bloggerville.......I haven't been around much lately. A few new things happening in Icy land. My first novel 'Black Tears from the Robin's Nest' is about to be published. I'll post a link soon where everyone can order it. Ya'll gonna support me right? Well I've done my time NY and it's time to move on to fresher, calmer pastures. Just moved to a beautiful new city, after accepting a position with a great company, and well, if I shared all the other stuff that's happened in my life these past six months, I'd have to write for at least 2 hours and I don't have time like that anymore. God is soooooooooooo good.

but I do have time to leave you with a tad bit of wisdom....
"Never consider the possibility of failure; as long as you persist you will be successful." B. Tracy

Icy

What time is it?

capital is not center
time is undefined
as soon as you define it, it's a new time
but with unchanging minds
new times become same times
why blame time for bad times or sad times
sometimes I forget time
and exist on my own time
I own time
The concept exists in my own mind
And mind is eternal
That concept defeats time
So I climb......

Saul Williams
(one of Icy's favorite poets)

I just noticed......

Today as I left a meeting that many of the people that walked the streets were not really dressed for the weather. One lady, carrying a small baby, maybe 3 or 4 months old, had the child dressed in a thin jogging suit and some Jordans. I wanted to say to her, "Lady, do you realize it's 35 degrees out here, what the hell is your proble, not to mention those shoes are way too heavy for your child's feet." Of course this is NY and she probably would have cursed me out. Instead I said a prayer for the little eskimo baby and continued my journey. On the train, I sat next to a man with no teeth. He had a nice smile. He offered me some of his coffee, which I politely declined. That was definitely a first. When I woke up this morning, I had the feeling this today was gonna be an unusual day. And thus far I haven't been disappointed.

she who knows absolutely everything.....

sometimes it's a blunder
other times it's just a passing thought
however, it's never irrelevant
nor is it ever from the 'right' side of the brain

Let's face the facts.....

I'm the smartest person I know...haha

that one even made me laugh.....

I'm still convinced however that I will be able to write myself into existence...then Hayden mayble I'll run for Ruler in 2008.....

Put the meat down and hands in the air!

I am no longer one who consumes flesh for nutritional purposes. It has been 4 months so I figure it's official now. This doesn't make me a saint or anything, it just means that I finally decided to lose my carniverous mentality. Trust me when I say, I still have others' (mental blurbs) I'm working on. Like swatting at flies no one can see but me, or yelling back at the preacher when he starts on one of his tirades in the Pulpit. Like I said, I'm a work in progress.

What about you?