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on we go

07.29.08 at 4:44 pm in home, love, family

earthquake in la
wow
i flew in the night b4 the big one
january 94

b4 parker was born
i was in rehearsals for GREASE
we were opening in boston
i was needed in hollywood

as betty rubble
was shooting a macdonalds commercial
mc rib
if my mc memory is right

i was at the 4 seasons
bumped out of bed
it sounded like a runaway train
in the next room

robert klein was in the lobby
talking to the shaken concierge
"so- the mnm's rolled out of my mini bar -
will i b charged for them?"

cracking us all up at once
tension breaker
lil comedy never hurts
when u r scared

hospitals r so full for me
memories flood every sense
sights and smells
no where 2 run

stay
stop - b still
remember
u will live thru these feelings

i love nurses
open hearted love bugs
big smiles - huge eyes
angels

comfort is their job
daily - hour after hour
they give
for a living

there was a 5 year old boy in recovery
screaming confused loud
anesthesia is hard to wake from
4 tiny ones

"u r making he sick" he yelled
his faced puffed and red
"i want these off of me"
pulling at the heart monitor wires

the urge to go fix it
is overwhelming for me
i feel physically compelled
2 try and hold him

i have to talk myself out of it
- there r professionals here
- u dont know him
- this is not an appropriate reaction

i feel too much

where 2 focus ur energy
what u allow in
only u
can monitor u

i am taking off august
in blog-ville
2 c if i can
rosie unplugged

happy summer peeps

peace in
peace out






batman

07.24.08 at 9:52 am in home, love

i am addicted to line rider
i started last month
i cant stop
every landed jump a joy

i found out
 going away
without a connection
allows some to happen

in real time

i go to LA on sunday
theater camp
les miserables at the hollywood bowl
whose life is this anyway

saw the dark knight
on this dark day

christian bale
has an almost eye mole
i - sadly -  have something similar
a skin taggy lump

like the lunch lady
in elementary school

mine is brown
his
appears
flesh toned

i wonder does he think of having it removed
 distracting - the tiny thing
needed - i suppose
as my heart held heaths

y so serious









STEVE WINWOOD

06.08.08 at 11:29 pm in home, love, family

fly

on a brave new morning, smiling at the sky
every shadow of the past whispers goodbye
there is hope, if u can see it
i give it all to u, u give it all to me
every winter has the sun within its heart
everything we think we knew we can forget

maybe far but not apart
i know its getting better and it will b better yet

so fly
cause i know what ur feeling
when it turns out that way
and that emotion is healing
and we can fly

climbed a mountain, just to c the other side
we start with nothing, cause there's nothing left to hide
i believe in every new day
i;ll never b that man who threw it all away
in the valley there's a river running thru
wherever it may take me, i will follow u
there's and answer to all the rain
it's when i turn around and hear u say my name

so fly
and we can fly

oh what ur healing
cause there is nothing but clouds in ur way
as we face the day

so the time has come but i will say a prayer
as the day breaks, i know i will meet u there
by the shoreline ever-changing
i give my word to u, u gave ur word to me
so the morning has a song to feed my soul
it was divided, but with u it feels whole
there's a life only we know
and there's a secret place where only we can go

so fly
and we can fly



shape shifting

05.20.08 at 1:26 pm in life, home

i am 46
last night i saw a friend my age
on television
with a brand new face

i am never sure how to react
i email others asking
did u see her - she's different
right ?

sanity testing
something has changed
it is evident
what's real

i walked the city alone
in the gray rain 2 day
now in my apartment
the walls shake from work outside

the balconies r not safe
the building is new
the noise deafening and constant
fixing things is never easy

peace in
peace out





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