I Have a Voice

Quietly I wait
my heart weighted by stones
For you to notice.
I am here.

Quietly I wait
my thoughts...my words drowning in
the flood of your voice.

Quietly I wait
For a chance to come my way
And with it the hope...
that just for a moment
I will not be the listener...
But the one listened to.

I have a voice...
but it will not be heard
you've dammed your flood and left.
My thoughts...my words
of so little value to you.

I had a voice...
waiting to be heard.

Great Golden Orb

I watched you...
Great Golden Orb
Bursting forth into the morning
Leaping out of the fire that is the sky.

I watched you...
Great Golden Orb
As the day grew strong
And the flames of the morning
Were drowned in the blue of the sky.

I watched you...
Great Golden Orb
In your twilight
Your strength failing
Your life light waning.

I watched you...
Great Golden Orb
Helpless...as you fell
Consumed whole
By the flames that gave you birth.

You win some...You lose some

     I think might I have mentioned before that I am not a famous chef...nor a fabulous cook. But I can read a recipe and occasionally adapt them to make them my own. The other thing that I can do is admit when something I make goes wrong...

Shake...Rattle...

It's Sunday morning...Dork is gone...Quirky is upstairs still in bed...and even Oscar is being quiet. Silence...nothing but the birds outside. I quickly make my morning cup of coffee and dash for the sun room and settle in with a warm blanket and my new book. Ahhhh...peace...quiet....relaxation.

Got Polyjuice potion?

     To say that Quirky is a Harry Potter fan might be just a slight understatement...OK a gross understatement. She is a new fan...but a devoted fan. Before you start worrying that she is going to turn stalker to Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, or Emma Watson...don't panic...to her they are Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they live at a school called Hogwarts. She could care less about the real people behind those parts...unless of course they could produce a patronus charm for her...then well things might be different. What does she see in these famous characters that fascinates her so much? Acceptance...I think. Friendship...I'm sure of.

Chicken And Rice Soup By The Bowl

Most of my quick recipes happen out of necessity..."Mom, can I have soup for lunch?" "Ummmmm...sure, just let me pull out my magic wand." Poof! Soup a la Harry Potter style...no not really. What do you really do when you are looking at cabinet with none of your Quirky girl's favorite soups inside...
tell her yes and then make up your own recipe as you go. Lucky for me I had some useful leftovers in the fridge...chicken, rice...add in some frozen mixed vegetables and chicken stock and well...there you go. Soup. It's not rocket science but here is break down of what I did anyway...


1/4 cup diced leftover grilled chicken
1/4 cup frozen vegetables
1/2 teaspoon dry chicken stock
1 cup of water (warmed)
1/2 cup cooked rice

In a microwave safe bowl, thoroughly mix together dry chicken stock and water. Add rest of ingredients...microwave until hot. Then bask in the glory of just having made your kid "homemade" soup.

So...How was your morning?

How was mine? Well, since you asked...


Me: Looking at kid lying face down on carpet. Why are you lying down?
Quirky: Because.
Me: Because of what?
Quirky: That.
Me: Ok. That what?
Quirky: Case.
Me: Long sigh...ponder in head how iPod case made kid fall over. Give up...make bad decision to start school.
Me half hour later: Spend fifteen minutes trying to explain that multiplication problems don't morph into division problems halfway through working.
Me one hour later: Stop class to draw her attention away from the lines on her knuckles and back to subject at hand.
Me two hours later: Watch as she stares in space pretending to read assignment.

Big Sigh.

So....How was your morning?