White House Affair???

All of the evidence is not in, but it appears that Secretary of State Rice may have slept with President GEORGE BUSH . Will send details when they become available; all we have now is this photo.

Aerial Shot of Hurricane Wilma

Bad Costumes of The Past

...but that was then...this is now:

Been invited to a Halloween Party on Friday night.
I am toying with the idea of being a Zombie Hooker.
My catch line could be "I'll give you Head til you're Dead."

But it just occurred to me...
I could go the party as a Genie in a beer Bottle
since I'll probably have one in my hand because I'm not driving.

A cool pay-per-view event: zombie hooker vs genie in a beer bottle ....who will win the title?

Today

I watched a really good movie. “Wilde” It’s about Oscar Wilde. If you aren’t homophobic, I recommend it. Awesome portrayals. Jude Law is in it. He played the grad student who caused the scandal that led to the fall and imprisonment of Wilde. But be warned. There are sex scenes between guys.

Granny came in yesterday afternoon. She almost had me convinced this morning that I needed to wear a heavy sweater and my winter coat. Luckily, I drank some coffee and the fog of the morning cleared. I'm comfortable in a long sleeve blouse and jeans. My jeans jacket is hanging on the coat rack. Just encase it's cooler when I leave.

She gave me the most beautiful birthday card and said, "I don't think people realize how special you are...how you help people, when you don't have too. What would your sister do without you? I don't think she realizes how lucky she is to have. You are so good with the boys. They love you. I hope you'll always be a positive influence in their life."

She made my day. Grannies...how priceless they are.

On the Way to Work Yesterday

...I saw a rare sight... as I was heading towards town (at about ¼ mile from the city limits), a gray car heading away from town. Right before it met me, it pulled off the road and a blonde got out and slammed the door hard as she could. The car sped off... she had on a neon pink tube top and low rise jeans...long wavy blonde hair. She was totally pissed. She flipped him off with both hands and started towards town. I’ m guessing a hooker—mainly from her attire and from the way the guy sped away. As I passed her I thought of picking her up because it was drizzling rain but I didn't. Fear of getting car jacked or robbed or killed kept me from it... but as I glanced in my rearview mirror at her, I noticed that her boobs were huge. Sooooo I figured they would get to town 20 minutes before she did and could call a cab to pick her up.

TGIF

A long week!

Had to update to digital cable. Couldn't get HBO without it and I have to catch the last season of the Sopranos.

Been watching Rome. Gotta hand it to Attia...when she gives a gift she gives a gift! Why can't any of my girlfriends send over a male slave with a big pecker all tied nicely with gold ribbon??? The only thing I don't like about the Rome series is how they portray time. It's set over 8 yrs and they briefly mention passing of time, yet as you watch the series you don't see it...like Casear mating with Cleopatra... there was sex and then a baby. If time is flying why isn't Naobe's child growing or Octavia aging. That's the only complaint I have about it.

As for Survivor... Judd and Maragret...what a catfight! Judd had the balls to interrupt Jeff Probst during Tribal Counsel. I don't like neither of them...if they're smart, they'll dump Judd soon.

CSI... last night's episode made me cry. I love how they've made the series fresh this season with the presentation of the cases. The way Nick wouldn't give up on finding that little girl alive, touched me. The actor who plays him can turn on the tears when he needs to in such a way that is believable and touching. He's become my favorite.

William and Ben are doing great. Gearing up for Halloween. Sunday's my birthday and William keeps reminding me that we're having a party Sat (grilling chicken). Ben hopes I get a pink Power Ranger so we can play. Sat pm going out with the girls and on Sunday having dinner with Lisa and the boys.... a busy weekend indeed.

As for other areas of my life, things are status quo. Work is about the same. Family doing ok, except my Granny. She's falling a bit healthwise. I'm faced with the reality that she's 80 and time is slipping away.

In the romance arena, the guy I've been seeing has been deployed for a few months. I thought I wouldn't miss him but I do. Which sort fo scares me. I don't want to be one of those women, waiting for the inevitable bad news instead of living life to the fullest.

Taste of Mint

I asked the moon,
if it meant to shine
subtly through the
tips of pine trees
at midnight's touch.

And the stars,
were they meant
to sparkle, shimmy
and wink at our
lingering hour?

I do not know
these mysteries,
the answers to love.
I know only your kiss,
a taste of mint...

meant for me.

Kiss of October

Pink ribbons entwine with pinetops
over the horizon of time.
Seasons sift from summer to fall
with the blink of an eye.
You hold out a red-tipped leaf
and I smile at the intimacy
it has with your fingers,
giving them the kiss of October.

Gray Eyes

The sky looks down at me
with eyes gray and weepy.
I sigh and a leaf falls
from a maple tree,
twirling down...
so unlike the tears
that fall from the sky's
sorrowful gray eyes.

Candle Light

Some memories are a flame,
burning blue into my soul.
I do not seek to snuff them out,
like the end of a candle,
glowing dimly in a wax pond.

Tonight, when we kiss
and make love under clouds
of gray against a night sky,
let's bathe in candlelight
so our memories will burn...

eternal.

The Sky, Weeping

Rain falling

like drops of dew off petals

onto morning dreams

Daisy

Petals snowy white and soft,
like silk against my cheek.
You gave me a daisy,
telling me that it holds
secrets of love in its bloom.
I try to read the lines, fine and faint
that live on the daisy petals.
Does the answer to love eternal
hide in the white floral down?
I find I cannot decipher,
the etchings on the daisy.
But when I look into your eyes,
I read them perfectly.
Love hides its secrets poorly.

Turtle

Your shell is hard,
I cannot break
through to your heart.
Turtle, man of land
you burrow in the sand
and I stand watching,
knowing that love
can't remove your shell,
the walls of defense...
you house within.

Pearls

pearls

a strand from you...

denouncing innocence

as I wear them with wanton red lipstick

October Issue

is out

http://www.opalrose.com/magazine/October.html