Whoa, it’s been way to long since I’ve been here. I think the dust bunnies have had grand dust bunnies! Those following me on Twitter know that I am “still alive”, and starting a little side project on Tumblr, SexyMenReading. So, I’ve been looking / listening to a lot of stories lately. Yeah, fun it is, only thing better would be to get paid for having said fun. Hopefully, one day….*G*

Anyway, I decided to bring a bit of the story time here, featuring two celebrities reading. And, I chose these two because a) it reminds me of grandparents reading to me and b) the stories are so classic and wonderful and begging to be shared again and again.

First up, Ms. Betty White reading Harry the Dirty Dog, which for me is one of my favorites as a young reader.

Next up,  Ernest Borgnine reads The Rainbow Fish. He makes me want to smile and say “Thanks, grandpa” (and I can totally imagine my grandpa reading this to me, well, after we watch some football, that is – hehe).

Hope you enjoyed those reads. What are some of your favorites out there? Do tell. I’m always on the prowl for more good reading material.

A Life of Ruts, Poetry, and Music to Soothe the Soul

Sometimes I feel like my mind is gone.
I do a task; it helps a bit.
Then, I realize there’s more to do.
Oh, geez…overwhelming thoughts.
Games amuse me, if only slightly.
Reading comforts, for it’s another good escape.
But, can’t escape forever, tasks beckon again.
How can I get it all done? Sighs deeply.
Yet, I hope:
…for improvement
…for wealth
…for something
…for whatever need of the moment.
Is it silly? Perhaps. Selfish? Probably.
There’s an old religious saying: God only gives us as much as we can handle.
But, sometimes I wonder why the burden has to be so great.
Here my pensive thoughts lead to sadness again… we can’t have that for long.

[flips record]

A quote I from a book I recently read revolves in my head:
“Maybe life is nothing but ruts. Comfortable ruts–when things are going well. Jarring ruts–when things go wrong. I don’t know. We sort of settle in and feel content with the familiar–even when the familiar is not what we want in life. Are we really fearful of change?” ~The Matchmakers by Janette Oke

Time to shake things up…I’m going to shake it out.

What rut are you in at the moment? And, how can we use it for something good?

Teaser Tuesday

It’s Tuesday. The weather is cold and rainy. Inside, though warmer, emotions are taut and worn. I have another book hangover from finishing another series. To help myself recover, I’m playing a book game with you all, called “Teaser Tuesday”.

Sleepy time and good night panty protection

Consider this post your Ambien of the day, for I’m thinking it may be good for putting people to sleep. Warning: may cause nightmares or weird dreams. This blogger is not responsible for that, though, and you reading this notice forms a binding agreement that you won’t backlash me with anything more than a wet noodle without sauce. ;D

As of this moment, I’m kind of in hibernate mode, and my imagination is in hyper-drive. The weather is sort of “drizzable”. At least that’s the word one of the local forecasters says (he made it up one day, and it stuck. LOL) It’s hard to be motivated, much less to motivate anyone else, on these sort of days. I managed to blog for another site (much to the delight of the owner — the blogging, not sure she liked the post — hah), and almost finish my latest read. I’ll finish that book tonight, and it will probably give me some interesting dreams. Isn’t it something how some books can key into the imagination so well to do such? This could also be a contributing factor to why my imagination is so active at the moment. **light bulb moment**
Anyway, back to napping…to aid the cause, sharing my napper, whom seems to be way ahead of me.

(recently found out my little one seems to the subject of happy memories, at least for eighties’ kids)

Good day/night, y’all. And, make sure wear your protection, in case of leakage. ;D

WordPlay

I play a quaint little game with my friends. Maybe you’ve heard of it…Words with Friends. Yeah, I know…kind of a silly version of Scrabble, but it’s a good way for some of my friends and I to banter back and forth (and sometimes beat the pants off the other *wicked grin*).  Anyway, for me, it turns into story time on the board. Perhaps, it’s the reader within me, but I make a game within a game playing off of my friends’ words with complementary ones.

One friend of mine played “tinter”, I countered with “shady”.  (Methinks there’s something sneaky happening in this game. *shifts eyes back and forth*)

Another friend and I had “spado” “pie”. (I don’t know what that is, but it sounds mighty interesting, though perhaps a little Craig Ferguson type of creepy.)

On another game, I put “shawls” in my friend’s “folder”. (Well, at least he’ll be warm during this Winter.)

Some of the weirdest, funniest stories come from one particular friend of mine. So, just had to share one of our recent “stories”:
“The toast harped dad[‘s] fez [and] learns unto [the] lamb. [and the toad is waiting to play]”
No, we weren’t drinking…at least I wasn’t at the time, I can’t vouch for him, as he’s hours away in the boonies.

I realize that this game within a game is the result of my funkedelic imagination (and that’s without drugs), but it can make things quite interesting is my point.

What have you ever seen in a game? Ever think it would make a good book? Or maybe a coffee table book for stoners? Hmm…filing that under possible money ideas, when I get the money to go to Washington or Colorado one day. ;D