A Twisted Little Blog About Beautiful Flowers… AND DEATH

WARNING: THIS IS NOT THE TYPICAL FAIRY TALE-TYPE BLOG I GENERALLY TEND TO WRITE.. IT’S DARK.. EERIE… FILLED WITH FORESHADOWINGS OF DEATH AND HARM. SLIGHTLY LESS THAN EVIL THOUGH. (IT HAS FLOWERS LOL) YOU WON’T BURN IN HELL FOR READING IT OR ANYTHING…( ALTHOUGH I BELIEVE THERE IS A FIRE SOMEWHERE TOWARD THE END) GO ON.. YOU KNOW YOU’RE DYING TO SEE WHAT THE HELL I’VE COME UP WITH NOW, AREN’T YOU? LOL)

The Setting: It was a dark and stormy night. (Dun, dun, dun!) Steady falling rain pelted everything in sight, making it difficult to hear anything other than the loud crashes of thunder accompanying its buddy Mr. Flash Lightening. So what to do?  Beautiful night for a stroll, don’t you think? (You may want to leave that umbrella at home though…from what I’ve learned, lightning is not the best friend of anything with a long metal rod through its center!)  And relax.. trust me, you won’t melt. Walking in the rain can be quite cleansing… invigorating, even. Enjoy the moment. Nature in all its splendor. Why fear it? Go outside and have a look around (just beware the occasional ball of hail that’s looking for just the right person to nail in the eye.. he he he.. if you’re deserving you know who you are )

The cast members: Rain is simply a necessity for feeding the beauty of the earth. It tends to make colours pop and washes away outer layers of filth that tend to build up when we’re out every other day taking sunshine for granted. The damage will be minimal. Sure, some flowers will have their petals washed away and others may even be uprooted in the downpour. But if that’s the case then perhaps they were in the wrong place to begin with. The strong ones… the true ones with roots that reach deep into the earth, that have already found perfect compatibility with another… even entwined their roots together to become even stronger. Those will remain. They are there because they want to be, need to be even. They’ve found their place in the world and so plan to remain throughout their lifespan. They are not manufactured to look a certain way. They are not trying to outgrow all the others around them, taking over as much space as possible… testing their boundaries. They are simply there to add to the pre-existing landscape that’s already set the backdrop. They can expand and flourish without damaging others.  They are friends. No ulterior motives.. no competition for who goes where. They’ve settled quite nicely and seem to be accepted by those surrounding them. Their uniqueness adds to the overall amazing picture that is life.

The evil villan : It is only when one ‘flower’ tries to butt out another in the group to get what looks to be a more appealing spot in the soil that things will start to run amuck. It’s often a seemingly innocent nudge.. a little ‘whoops.. I bumped into you.. sooo sorry my friend.’ And sometimes that’s that. The intruding flower realizes that the others are already quite happy where they are and that it can be a part of the big picture and be loved by all for who it is, that it doesn’t need to overpower any others on the hillside to be happy. And they all live and grow as neighbours… friends. Happy little flowers.

The ever-thickening plot: HOWEVER…if this flower tries it out again. Decides that it really wants that one particular spot in the ground and only pretends to like the others in the group so it can root its way around easier… maybe it’s even friendly and tries not to nudge during daylight hours, simply campaigns to the rest of the group, or even just the gardener, that her petals might be better suited for the attractive spot where flower #1 resides… THEN there might be problems. The newer flower just may begin to get recognition as a bully flower… a weed even. And believe me.. you don’t want to be the weed in the flower garden. because sooner or later the gardener will eliminate your ass. Perhaps he’ll try cutting you back just a little. Get out the razor-sharp shears and take off a couple of limbs.. I mean leaves… and if that doesn’t work, you still haven’t quite learned your place in the group, then maybe a mild poisoning…you’ll drink it up in your roots and die little by little throughout the night whilst you sleep. And if you are still sucking up carbon dioxide in the end (you ARE a plant in this metaphor.. that’s what you live on naturally)… if you are a really freakin stubborn sort of weed.. eventually he’ll just have to rip you out of the ground with a big gloved hand and toss you in a burn pile to get rid of you once and for all. Whatever the route though, rest assured, you won’t be around for long once word gets out that you are an evil, devious, undeserving weed. (Dun, dun, duunnn!)

The moral of the story: hmmmm… which one to use? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you? Don’t shit on your own doorstep? What goes around comes around? It’s better to have a few good friends than lots of fake ones?  Weed out all the negative influences in your life and you really can live happily ever after? How about.. bring on the rain! I am not going anywhere! (and I certainly don’t mean literally.. I would quite happily let someone stick me in a nice big pot and ship me across the Atlantic to live with my better half… just a matter of time though):D

oh yeah… and have a nice day everyone! lol :P

OMG… I live in a Disney Cartoon!

 (stars shining bright above you… night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”… Birds singing in the sycamore tree… dream a little dream of me.)

So I’ve come to yet another amazing discovery about my life. It is set within a Disney Movie! I’m sure of it…Now I’m not sure which one it is, but I can guarantee it ends with: “and they lived happily ever after” .. I bet you’re wondering how I came to this (no doubt, perfectly normal) conclusion, aren’t you? well lucky for you I’m willing to talk. Are you sitting comfortably? Need a cup of tea or anything before I begin? Go on. I’ll wait… Just kidding.. I’m soooo not waiting.  I just might burst with anticipation if I did that, don’t you think? I mean here I sit with all these thoughts in my head (and bite me…. don’t even go there. I DO have thoughts, strange as they may be) and if I don’t put them into my computer whilst they are floating on the surface of my brain,… well, um then my doctors won’t be able to properly diagnose me and then medicate me accordingly, will they? and God knows I don’t need to go un-medicated any longer than absolutely necessary, so here it goes…

(say “nighty-night” and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me. While I’m alone and blue as can be.. Dream a little dream of me.)

My life is a Disney movie…ok so a little bit of a twisted one, but filmed within a magical kingdom nonetheless. I walk around all day singing, whistling, and just smiling at my own happy thoughts. I don’t stop and compose myself just because someone else crosses my path. If they want to sing along or dance even, I encourage that. If they just want to walk on by and roll their eyes at the ‘crazy lady’ I’m fine with that as well. But I guarantee they’d enjoy life a bit more if they did the former.  Happiness can be contagious and that’s not a bad thing.

 (Stars fading, but I linger on dear. Still craving your kiss. I’m longing to linger ’til dawn, dear. Just saying thi-i-i-i-is… sweet dreams ’til sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave your worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be… dream a little dream of me)

-alright… enough with the singing… getting on with it…

So I had my window open the other day, and could hear the birds singing… not just annoying chirping, but singing. Really they were.. not sure what tune, but they’d throw in the name Simon quite often just to keep my attention. And then I looked up at the window as droplets of rain were starting to fall. But I didn’t see rain or clouds. Instead, all that I could think about were beads of water dripping down skin just after a long, hot shower. (ok so it’s not exactly a G-rated Disney film, is it? lol. but I’m not going any more in-depth on that thought. Just brushing the surface so you get my overall state of mind. lol)

And when I clean the dining room at work every day I see these little marks on the floor just beside the window.. deer tracks!  (I’m sure of it) but not panicky tracks, more like happy little dancing deer tracks. lol. No doubt from the little animal party they’ve had when someone left the door slightly ajar one night they closed up for the evening. lol. It’s the only logical explanation.

I found my prince. He rode in on his white .. um.. airplane and promptly swept me off my feet. I’m absolutely head-over-heels in love and want the world to know that perfect men do exist. You just may have to search the outside your own area code to find one. But yes.. incredible man with a magical kiss, who is just as in love with me as I am him. The stuff fairy tales are made of.. and most likely the cause of euphoric feelings that lead me to being happy all the damn time and believe that birds are singing to me, rain or shine. I mean, granted, twisted Walt Disney just had to mix it up a little bit by drawing a line between us and placing immigration security guards on either side, but perhaps this was simply in order to prevent sensory overload. I mean, if I feel this good at just the thought of things to come, I have no doubt that I would have exploded or something if I had been granted unlimited access to the man of my dreams from the very day he found me. Yes, moderation is probably a good start. lol

So I’ll patiently wait for my prince to return. I will hear the birds and see the sun shining, even on rainy days. I’ll keep dancing to the beat of my own drum.. or heartbeat.. or maintenance man hammering somewhere down the hallway. lol. whatever the noise, I’ll be dancing to it. And when night falls, I’ll continue to wish upon a star. Maybe even take a magic carpet ride or two. And I won’t stop smiling. Can’t stop smiling. I’m in love and loving every minute of it. I really do hope that every one of you get the chance at some point in your life to experience this kind of intense feelings with somebody. Sorry.. I know I keep going on about it, but it’s just incredible. I even ‘meow’ed at a bird yesterday afternoon. (lol, don’t ask) and it didn’t even flinch. just kept walking along on the ground beside me like he gets that sort of thing every day. That thought made me giggle a bit, but neither here nor there. And although I half expected him to, he didn’t fly up on my shoulder and begin tweetle-dee-ing along to one of the many songs floating around in my head. But he didn’t fly away or attack me either, so I enjoyed the moment.

 (dream a little dream of me.. da da da da, da da daaa… dee dee dee dee doo doo dooo daaa  la ta da daa dooo doo waa…. )

~Live, Love,  Laugh, AND SING! lol