"Is this the ear you can't hear on?"

She leans in and whispers softly, "I will love you 'til the day I die."

Ps. But I'm pretty sure death has no power over love.

quick note on rip van winkle, the faulty concierge, and fire breathing dragons

It is fun to people watch. There is this lady here at work, who swear on a stack of the Holy Word went to sleep in 1984 and woke up just recently in 2000's. Everything about her says eighties. It is actually quite awesome. We were amused to think of what she mows her lawn in...possibly leg warmers and neon leotards. Oh Rip Van Winkle, she is awesome.

OCD. I think that might be it. There is a man that stands at the door almost everyday. If you get there early enough, you might just witness it. As soon as you swipe your ID, he feigns as though he will open the door for you...but you quickly realize he has no such intentions. I'm not mistaken when I say chivalry is still appreciated, and at first glance this guy seems to kill it with a gigantic antibacterial sword. In the end, you must open the door for yourself and watch anxiously for his fake door hold for the next soul to pass through (and by fake I mean hold up his hand making sure there is at least a safe distance of 5 inches between his hand and the door or just give it a bit of a kick).

Now, I'm gazing at this wonderfully rendered dragon my nephew drew for me.

PS. I've been sewing alot lately. I shall have to post about it.

it's a bloody mess...that shark week is...

At work now...thought I should show some of what inspires me daily. Messy desktop of course covering my beautifully painted Mary Blair view (of the lagoon on the Neverlands). The salad fest image is amazing right? One day here at the compound, we were discussing our slight obsession with Shark Week. Of course, I completely geeked out with goblin sharks and giant squid, seeing as how I used to want to be a marine biologist (which is absolutely absurd since I cannot find the courage to go further than knee deep into the ocean for fear of rogue animals on the prowl...thanks Discovery Channel). Anyhow, someone saw fit to make a cheesy poster incorporating our love of Shark Week for this salad fest lunch thing we had to attend. I thoroughly appreciate the gesture.

dance little one

The lost soul neighborhood cats used to romp outside my window every summer evening. Unbearable. I hated it then because there was never any solace for sleep. But now? I would take to listening to Boo Radley, Scurvy, and Rickets at any chance over the sound of the winter wind's residue that is currently whipping around my eves.

Surrender. Balconies and sonnets. Sunny days and toads. Dress up clothes and dancing.

I think I write too much about the dear little ones in my life, but I cannot help it. They make me laugh so...when I really need to. I have discovered my niece is the most agreeable dancer. She trips around most advantageously in her princess shoes to almost any song (she gets embarrassed when I bust out my "running man" or my tag-team invention of the "double dutch" which I try to get Jay in on...but he gets rather bashful too).

Anyways, I cannot wait for sun and no more snow and slip n slide. And dancing is quite fun too.