<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:57:05.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musings of Star</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some musings of a psyche full of thoughts that have to come out to free the mind. These are some that I could share. Writing is an outlet for me that I had let go for awhile. I am getting back into it to relax, relate and release.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-7706226888634122938</id><published>2011-05-22T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:00:15.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Once was a Baby Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQZBtht73WY/TdmFRFI3rvI/AAAAAAAABCk/CCR73RWlv3Q/s1600/Us+w+dog1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQZBtht73WY/TdmFRFI3rvI/AAAAAAAABCk/CCR73RWlv3Q/s1600/Us+w+dog1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I once was a baby sister. I had a great older sister. She was beautiful and loving. As children, we were sisters learning to be friends. Only 19 months apart, our mother dressed us as twins until we rebelled and refused to do it. As we got older and our bodies matured, I filled out and you were naturally slim. People tended to compare us though you never did.&amp;nbsp;The most FAQ&amp;nbsp;people would ask if I were older and I became your big little sis. I was proud to be your baby sis because you always had fun. I tagged along with you anytime you would let me which was more often than I wanted my own little sister to tag along with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Our stepfather gave us nicknames. Growing up I hated them but I would gladly tattoo them across my heart to have your back in my life. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I would give anything to be the Heavy Duty to your T-Bone. In my heart, I will always be your big baby sis. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If you were here today, we would be celebrating your 43&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. A piece of my heart is forever gone. RIP. RIL. Happy birthday. I miss you my sister, my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4Qb92Pry-o/TdmFVebt9AI/AAAAAAAABCo/3Y9hFFRACiU/s1600/vicki_glamour1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4Qb92Pry-o/TdmFVebt9AI/AAAAAAAABCo/3Y9hFFRACiU/s1600/vicki_glamour1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-7706226888634122938?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7706226888634122938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-once-was-baby-sis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7706226888634122938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7706226888634122938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-once-was-baby-sis.html' title='I Once was a Baby Sis'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQZBtht73WY/TdmFRFI3rvI/AAAAAAAABCk/CCR73RWlv3Q/s72-c/Us+w+dog1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-3072969467463039320</id><published>2011-02-23T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:51:47.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry at Night</title><content type='html'>I cry at night when all is quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts come storming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the disappointments and unfulfilled desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes and wrong choices I’ve made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loved ones who have gone away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who don’t take the time to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry at night when the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the memories of my life scroll through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a horror movie invading my nightly dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving the lies, deceit and deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaying what could have been, would have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should have done it differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry at night when no one is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow from my eyes staining my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each drop representing a sorrow of yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision the teardrops flowing into a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inviting me to immerse my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse my soul and give me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;© C. Stinson February 23, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-3072969467463039320?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3072969467463039320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cry-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/3072969467463039320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/3072969467463039320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cry-at-night.html' title='I Cry at Night'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-4951167470168236680</id><published>2011-02-09T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:06:06.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Life Poem by David Culiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is about celebrating the moment and that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're not guaranteed or owed another day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how cool it is that what we hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can actually be the fuel towards our glory &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that it's not so bad being proven wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is about welcoming the blind turn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the possibility that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no such thing as coincidence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that empathy is incredibly sexy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that it's never too late to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pick up a guitar or a paintbrush &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or to make an amend or to make a new friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;could be about rekindling a past flame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or igniting a new one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or shapeshifting from a dreamer into a doer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or savouring the caress of a love long gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;means whatever it is you want it to mean because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a celebration of you and your path &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovethisLife... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz it could go at any second &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you rock. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I read this poem last year on a new friend's t-shirt and loved it. This embodies my outlook on life..."Love This Life" because it's the one I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-4951167470168236680?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4951167470168236680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-this-life-poem-by-david-culiner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4951167470168236680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4951167470168236680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-this-life-poem-by-david-culiner.html' title='Love This Life Poem by David Culiner'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-64348649130919510</id><published>2011-02-08T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:42:14.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to Win a Nook Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bookalicio.us/"&gt;Pam at Bookalicio.us&lt;/a&gt; is having a two year blog anniversary. She is giving away tons of books and advance readers. The Grand Prize is a &lt;a href="http://bklc.us/2y"&gt;NookColor&lt;/a&gt;! Head on over to Bookalicio.us to enter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-64348649130919510?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/64348649130919510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-win-nook-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/64348649130919510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/64348649130919510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-win-nook-color.html' title='I want to Win a Nook Color'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-4520400225181132015</id><published>2011-02-03T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:08:14.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why people do the things they do...then I realize it doesn't matter. What matters is how I react or don't to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when you have the chance to make your wildest fantasy become reality? Do you jump in with both eyes closed? Do you take this chance to do something that you have only dreamed about? Do you allow yourself to be free, uninhibited, and spontaneous? Do you live in the moment? Or do you walk away leaving a trail of regret, what ifs, and disappointment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when you get married, you should be required to wear something visible and non removable to let the world know you are married. I heard someone say once if a married man is going to cheat he should make sure the woman is single. WTF!!! (Excuse my language) but I don’t want a trifling man and married one is definitely a NO for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame it on the alcohol if you are not drunk? Are there rules for that? I mean what if I only had one drink or what if I had the drink yesterday? What if I skip the drink but you don’t know it? I could pretend and say and do what’s on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do&amp;nbsp;people lie for no reason? I mean I didn’t ask for it I was minding my own business, going about my way. I didn’t solicit. You could have kept that one to yourself. Sometimes I think people talk just to hear the sound of their own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a marriage counselor to a married friend. I’m single never married. Hmmm, isn’t that an oxymoron. I think I have missed my calling. I talked him off the ledge and back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-4520400225181132015?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4520400225181132015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4520400225181132015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4520400225181132015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-6975116508279930766</id><published>2011-01-08T23:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:41:18.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m In Love with a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m in love with a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She is beautiful and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With the biggest heart you will ever find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you try to mistreat her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You will have to deal with my wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So if that is your intent don’t cross her path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She’s has an inner strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That has carried her through many trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She appears meek, but when pushed can get hostile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Perfection is not her claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She has her flaws and I love them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If I need reassurance, she is the one I call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She treats me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even when I abuse and misuse her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She takes it in stride and takes the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This journey to self love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Has not been an easy one to achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For as a child I was not lead to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am in love with a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And to my delight she loves me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Together we could love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-6975116508279930766?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6975116508279930766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-love-with-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/6975116508279930766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/6975116508279930766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-love-with-woman.html' title='I’m In Love with a Woman'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-5674349489394264267</id><published>2011-01-06T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:13:37.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Untitled Musing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's all consuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's overpowering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's undeniable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's heart-wrenching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's soul stirring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's frightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's conflicting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How can I deny it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How can I accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How can I live with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How can I not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-5674349489394264267?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5674349489394264267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/5674349489394264267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/5674349489394264267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/untitled.html' title='An Untitled Musing'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-782697273728310052</id><published>2010-11-10T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:47:35.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ode to G</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Good Morning. Baby U Are My Soul Mate&lt;/em&gt; I was &lt;em&gt;Made to Love Ya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;You are the epitome of my &lt;em&gt;Definition of a Man&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I used to &lt;em&gt;Dream with No Love&lt;/em&gt; until you came along. &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;Make My Day&lt;/em&gt; when you &lt;em&gt;Smile for Me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Hold on to Me&lt;/em&gt; because you are the &lt;em&gt;Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the Way I Feel&lt;/em&gt; about You&lt;em&gt;. I'm Hurting for You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These Strings, Strings&lt;/em&gt; are causing me &lt;em&gt;Misery&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I've thought about you. &lt;em&gt;How Many Times? &lt;/em&gt;over&lt;em&gt; One Million Times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got Love&lt;/em&gt; for me? &lt;em&gt;Please Don't Take It Away&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;Breaking My Heart Thinkin' Bout It&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses&lt;/em&gt; is what I need from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Ought to be with Me&lt;/em&gt; I don't want &lt;em&gt;Closure&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;Forever You&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;Me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I Wanna Get Up with You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday &lt;/em&gt;for the &lt;em&gt;Rest of Your Life To My Grave&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd Give Anything&lt;/em&gt; to have you &lt;em&gt;Callin' Me&lt;/em&gt; on my &lt;em&gt;Private Line&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Time I Saw You&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;The G Spot Oh What a Night&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the DJ Played Our Song&lt;/em&gt; and you held me in your arms, &lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;em&gt;Is This the Way to Heaven&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All That Matters&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;You're a Keeper&lt;/em&gt; and I want to be &lt;em&gt;Close to You&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;Saving Your Place. Don't Make Me Beg. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Need Love&lt;/em&gt; and I can &lt;em&gt;Show You How to Love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Do We Go&lt;/em&gt; from here? &lt;em&gt;Didn't We&lt;/em&gt; go as &lt;em&gt;Deep As It Goes&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Was What It Was&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;I'm Already Missing You&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since You Ain't Around My Heart Don't&lt;/em&gt; beat the same. &lt;br /&gt;Meet me &lt;em&gt;Same Place, Same Time&lt;/em&gt; on&lt;em&gt; Love Street&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;em&gt;Fall Back&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Taking Everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;For the Love&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;Just Us&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Cha' Think About That?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Second Time Around&lt;/em&gt; will be &lt;em&gt;Sweeter Awesome&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ode to Gerald Levert. He was &lt;em&gt;#1&lt;/em&gt; and truly &lt;em&gt;Mr. Too Damn Good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-782697273728310052?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/782697273728310052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/782697273728310052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/782697273728310052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning.html' title='My Ode to G'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-4750379434558777931</id><published>2010-11-06T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:22:49.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I cry alone at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I hurt from the pains of my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I forget and think maybe it wasn't so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes doesn't last always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I want it all to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I curse and swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I want to be judge, jury and executioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes is temporary and fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I sing even if off-key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I laugh out loud at a memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I dance to beat of the music but not always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes I fall but I always get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes is just a moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-4750379434558777931?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4750379434558777931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4750379434558777931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4750379434558777931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-1369430506370797675</id><published>2010-11-04T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:02:21.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Walked</title><content type='html'>I posted that I was at a loss for words to describe my feelings after the Out of Darkness Community Walk benefiting the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. I was overwhelmed and need to release. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT WONDERFUL AMAZING BLESSED&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t begin to describe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in happenstance or coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;I am a believer that all things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the reason is beyond us and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is evident right away when things are revealed &lt;br /&gt;I get excited and can only glory in the workings of God&lt;br /&gt;I am fellowshipping at a new church and joined a life group - F4TK (Fit for the King) &lt;br /&gt;It was an easy choice to make where others I am still praying over&lt;br /&gt;I exercise 4-5 times a week alone at the back of the pool&lt;br /&gt;This group gives me a chance to fellowship with others&lt;br /&gt;And work on my physical and spiritual self at the same time&lt;br /&gt;When our leader announced our first event would be a charity walk&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitant to participate, full of questions and doubts&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to do it, should I just donate my money&lt;br /&gt;Could I make it to the end, would I look foolish&lt;br /&gt;In the end I decided that this was no coincidence&lt;br /&gt;The meaning behind the walk was too dear to me&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for strength and registered and trusted that I could do it&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to make it to the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;One by one everyone arrived and new people were placed in my circle&lt;br /&gt;Before the walk we got honor beads to symbolize our personal connection to the cause&lt;br /&gt;I got two but didn’t realize there was one for personally struggled&lt;br /&gt;So though I wore one for sibling, one for friend, I was remiss for another&lt;br /&gt;A father spoke of his son and the ignorance that’s involved in this struggle&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance - not from those who leave this world in this fashion&lt;br /&gt;But from those left behind. The not knowing that someone needs helps&lt;br /&gt;That a person near and dear to you is at an invisible breaking point&lt;br /&gt;We must speak out and share with others in hope that we can prevent&lt;br /&gt;This tragic heartbreaking life altering event from happening &lt;br /&gt;The entire experience was refreshing, overwhelming and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to share my story, my pain, and healing &lt;br /&gt;So with my beads symbolizing those who have chosen this path - I walked&lt;br /&gt;I walked for my sister whom I loved with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;For the girl who abused and neglected by many in her life&lt;br /&gt;I walked for the friend who decided the world was too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;I walked the for the little girl who almost didn’t make it through her teens&lt;br /&gt;I walked for the woman I am today - stronger, loving, and beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-1369430506370797675?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1369430506370797675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-walked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1369430506370797675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1369430506370797675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-walked.html' title='I Walked'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-1314165685822491700</id><published>2010-09-09T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:47:35.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woulda Coulda Shoulda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the end of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Will you find yourself saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish I woulda coulda shoulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you often use the phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day I want to go,do or see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you live your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With no thought at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Putting off desires until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is short and tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May never come for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Live today as if it were your last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know it's cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But all things considered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You don't know the time nor the hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day when you least expect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The unthinkable will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bringing your life's journey to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When the movie of your life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Flashing before your very eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Will you see regret and unfulfilled desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Choose today to explore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life as you've always wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chase your dreams satisfy your passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll you with two of my favorite quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Carpe diem – seize the day&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's heaven on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-1314165685822491700?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1314165685822491700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/woulda-coulda-shoulda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1314165685822491700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1314165685822491700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/woulda-coulda-shoulda.html' title='Woulda Coulda Shoulda'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-1635172823390100207</id><published>2010-08-15T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:03:44.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nappy Hair</title><content type='html'>My hair is nappy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kinky, spongy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, nappy hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it would look great pressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you for the thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will politely pass on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair would look great with a perm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I’ve been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the scalp burns to prove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder how long it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why that’s the beauty of my friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrinkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a secret she loves to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinky, spongy, naturally curly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dense, fluffy, cottony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coarse, thick, wiry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m naturally nappy and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C. Stinson August 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-1635172823390100207?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1635172823390100207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/nappy-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1635172823390100207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/1635172823390100207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/nappy-hair.html' title='Nappy Hair'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-7014062456930476798</id><published>2010-08-03T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:13:54.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Getaway Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFeY0SSDn6I/AAAAAAAAArg/Ue8n3Q_LFg8/s1600/100_2662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFeY0SSDn6I/AAAAAAAAArg/Ue8n3Q_LFg8/s320/100_2662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am loving this “no agenda spontaneous go with the flow” vacation. I was scheduled to go home today but changed my mind. I initially looked at Branson – well after St. Louis was ruled out. Branson because The Platters were performing at the Starlite Theater. The show times was off so I chose Springfield for the caverns. I started thinking about staying one more day to see The Platters and suddenly I thought –why not? I couldn’t get a rate low enough at my current hotel so I checked with Travelocity and found a hotel with a rate I wanted with good customer reviews. Indoor pool, breakfast and internet…better than I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So with hotel and tickets for the 3 pm show I was off to Branson. Found the hotel with one turnaround and one stop for clarification on my directions, picked up my ticket for the show and found the Starlite Theater with no mishaps. I had front row tickets but couldn’t see my seat when I walked in so I settled for a few rows back and claimed my rightful seat at intermission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFeZBYGaH9I/AAAAAAAAAro/ckzLX4mzVE4/s1600/100_2671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFeZBYGaH9I/AAAAAAAAAro/ckzLX4mzVE4/s320/100_2671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The show was great – I loved every minute of it and was definitely glad I extended my stay to go. They sang all their hits plus a Ray Charles tribute and Motown revue. Will, who is blind did a great Ray. I felt like a groupie afterwards – bought the DVD of the show got a free t-shirt and purchased a picture of me with the group (the photographer was nice of enough to use my camera but snap one of me with hers as well – of course hers was better and I had to buy it). They autographed all three. Eddie, one of the original members of the group, was a hoot (did I use that word?). Yolanda had a powerful voice. She told me the story of how she let a stylist talk her into color and ruined her natural hair. She kept telling me how much she loved my hair. Will as I said was blind but if someone didn’t point it out I would not have known. He moved on that stage. They had some padded markers on the stage for him to keep his place. Andre – I could fall in love with him. He had a voice on him and a smooth bald head - whew!!! Like one of the ladies I met told him – Smokie ain’t got nothing on him with that voice. I would love to bring others back with me to see the show again. There was a lady there who has been to see this show 140 times. Can’t say I will go that many times but I could come again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFej10ev3eI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Mk1F_zthl-k/s1600/100_2678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFej10ev3eI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Mk1F_zthl-k/s320/100_2678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1388083225"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked for a restaurant recommendation and was told to try Hard Luck Café. They have singing servers. Glad I thought to ask and that I didn’t give up on finding it. The food was as good as the entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sadly I am headed home tomorrow, but this is just the first of many trips. No longer will I wait for others to join me. It would be nice, but I will not let it keep me from going. Oh where, oh where, should I go next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-7014062456930476798?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7014062456930476798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7014062456930476798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7014062456930476798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-3.html' title='Summer Getaway Part 3'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFeY0SSDn6I/AAAAAAAAArg/Ue8n3Q_LFg8/s72-c/100_2662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-4196855316918123947</id><published>2010-08-01T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:57:07.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Getaway Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today should be called “The Adventures of the Directionally Challenged” - that’s me. I spent the morning mapping out my day. It’s the only way I can get around. I think for my birthday I should buy myself GPS. Since I don’t have one I used my usual method. Map it, print it and let the adventure begin. I looked up things to do in the city and used the Map It feature installed on the page. It directed me to Google Maps (new to me I usually use Yahoo driving directions which after today I think I will continue to use). I had three places in mind from the list - Candy House Gourmet Chocolates, Jefferson Avenue Footbridge, and Fantastic Caverns. I mapped it from one place to the other and then back to my hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYkNxFZ_ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/o89jKjXwn8s/s1600/100_2599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYkNxFZ_ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/o89jKjXwn8s/s320/100_2599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYkaku-vZI/AAAAAAAAArI/v0WMWrDZzbI/s1600/100_2602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYkaku-vZI/AAAAAAAAArI/v0WMWrDZzbI/s320/100_2602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First direction says head northwest, ummmm which way is that? Can I get a left or right please? Then the next one took me on a loop back to my starting point. At least I have the sense to know if I am looking for Exit 80 and the numbers are decreasing 77, 76, I am going the wrong way. See, I know a little something something. Anyway, after two turnarounds, I made it to the candy shop to find a closed sign. According to the website, they are open on Sundays from 12-5. Oh well, now it’s head west (here we go again), but at least I have a map and the line helps me figure out which way to go. Yep, I’m getting better at this reading a map thing. Made it downtown with only one turnaround and discovered the bridge. It wasn’t as fascinating as I thought. I took one look at it and thought I’m not climbing that thing. So click click and I strolled downtown for a bit. Found an antique furniture and junk store and saw a doll sitting in a chair and a bear that I couldn’t leave. $10 for them both. I really don’t have a place for them a home but I’ll worry about that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYk7iFz8II/AAAAAAAAArQ/guLj5oiO7xg/s1600/100_2624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYk7iFz8II/AAAAAAAAArQ/guLj5oiO7xg/s320/100_2624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Heading west (by now I know which way that is – someone give me a cookie please) and I made it to the Fantastic Caverns with no turnarounds – another cookie please. Very interesting place. They showed a movie with the history of the cave and again I found myself wondering again if this alone thing was a good idea. At one point a certain group of hooded organization met in this cave, hmmmm. I looked around and was glad that even though I was the only brown face on the tram everyone was friendly and smiling. It was interesting to hear that the man that first discovered the cave kept it a secret until after the Civil War. He didn’t want either side using seizing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At the end of the ride, the guide magically pulled out several copies of a souvenir picture and passed them out. The old “give it to them, let them see it/hold it, and hopefully they will buy it” trick. Well it worked for $10 many of us kept the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I’m tired from the day but have a wonderful time. Now I am thinking I need to extend my trip one more day. I have my eye on The Platters concert tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-4196855316918123947?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4196855316918123947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4196855316918123947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/4196855316918123947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-2.html' title='Summer Getaway Part 2'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFYkNxFZ_ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/o89jKjXwn8s/s72-c/100_2599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-7870238880716012199</id><published>2010-08-01T07:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:58:38.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Getaway Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I did it. I packed a bag and drove. Not quite as spontaneous as I said but as much as I can be. I mapped out a route and took off. It was quite a leisurely drive down US 65 N. Thought I would go a little crazy from the slow ride until I reminded myself I was not on a time schedule. I took in the sights while people drove around me. Then I saw a sign that said Natural Bridge of Arkansas 15 Miles Ahead. Talk about things that make you go hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So of course I took the turn and decided to see for myself. The real adventure was the steep winding downhill narrow road. Caution use first gear, 15 mph (more like 2 mph). I am not ashamed to say I screamed few times going down and even asked myself "where in the heck" - okay I said hell – “am I going and did you forget you are by yourself?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFViCvJknrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Mf4sZ_VTpSA/s1600/100_2579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFViCvJknrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Mf4sZ_VTpSA/s320/100_2579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it down the hill and came to the entrance – an old log cabin selling all kinds of country bumpkin and old fashioned souvenirs. Country bumpkin – not my word. There was a country bumpkin emergency kit. I should have taken a picture of it. I did buy a back scratcher for a $1.50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost $4 to gaze upon one the “natural wonders of the world”. Really? Well I paid my money since I made the dangerous trip down. The ride down was worth more. The path to the bridge was full of signs warning that “they” were not responsible for any accidents and of course “you are not allowed on the bridge”. Also as part of the attraction was an old Moon Shine house with several antique items. Made me remember how glad I am that I was born after that time in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFViN_hh8gI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iueFRwiLbt8/s1600/100_2591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFViN_hh8gI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iueFRwiLbt8/s320/100_2591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and did you know there are camels in Arkansas? I didn’t. On the road to the bridge, I saw a herd of cows and stopped to take a picture when I realized that among them sat a camel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I made it to my destination following my yahoo directions. Thanks for all those who encouraged me to get out and do this. I have been talking about it - thinking about it for a long time but finally did it. This is just the beginning…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-7870238880716012199?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7870238880716012199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7870238880716012199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7870238880716012199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-getaway-part-1.html' title='Summer Getaway Part 1'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-YwR-lRg4g/TFViCvJknrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Mf4sZ_VTpSA/s72-c/100_2579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-5692484792566202408</id><published>2010-07-25T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:27:20.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chair</title><content type='html'>Excuse me I’ve been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting In this chair &lt;br /&gt;What chair you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair I have come to detest&lt;br /&gt;Detest what it symbolizes&lt;br /&gt;It’s a symbol of self loath&lt;br /&gt;Self loath I didn't know I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I was raised by a mother&lt;br /&gt;A mother that didn't care &lt;br /&gt;Didn't care for the fro&lt;br /&gt;And the naps on her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed along her hatred&lt;br /&gt;Hatred for the hair that grew&lt;br /&gt;Grew upon my hair so strong&lt;br /&gt;Strong until it was weakened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakened by the straightening tools &lt;br /&gt;The tools of torture for the hair&lt;br /&gt;Hair that I thought needed to be managed&lt;br /&gt;Managed at the first sight of growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there came the comb&lt;br /&gt;The comb of pressing fire &lt;br /&gt;Fire cream came next&lt;br /&gt;You know that cream of chemicals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there came Jheri&lt;br /&gt;Jheri curl with all the mess&lt;br /&gt;The mess of activator and drips&lt;br /&gt;Dripping and staining everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jheri's World of curls ended&lt;br /&gt;Ended with a second onset of cream fire&lt;br /&gt;Cream fire that has lead me here&lt;br /&gt;Here in this chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll excuse me&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me from this chair &lt;br /&gt;I've decided to live free&lt;br /&gt;Free and no longer bound to the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C. Stinson 2008-2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-5692484792566202408?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5692484792566202408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/5692484792566202408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/5692484792566202408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/chair.html' title='The Chair'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-3627021938553771373</id><published>2010-07-18T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:59:23.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasy Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I miss you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you have never held me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are embedded deep in my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though you have never touched me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You occupy my daily thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I cry out for you in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are there to hold and comfort me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making me feel things I have never felt before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet as the sun rises and ushers in another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wake feeling as empty as my room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cold silence serving as a reminder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you are merely my fantasy lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams we are meant to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only that was my reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;© C. Stinson July&amp;nbsp;2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-3627021938553771373?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3627021938553771373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/fantasy-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/3627021938553771373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/3627021938553771373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/fantasy-lover.html' title='Fantasy Lover'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-8956093049333346166</id><published>2010-07-10T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:33:24.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me I Would Still Like to be Your Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand you have wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we can’t always have what we desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I wanted was for you to tell me I was wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you didn't deceive me with the most hurtful lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the irrefutable proof of your deception was untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I got was heart wrenching silence that tore into my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving me furious, embittered and confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could I have not known what you harbored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one thing I find most offensive and unforgiveable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were there signs that I chose to ignore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was l blinded by the illusion of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say I was what you needed at the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That even now you will always love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use me as a measure of standard for others in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that a compliment to soothe my soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you not see how insulting that is to my spirit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You once called me a woman of worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worthy of what?...your deceit, misuse and neglect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please forgive you? You would like to still be my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you even know what that word means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or do you throw it around as easily as you do the word “love”?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to know that with little consideration at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I leave you with this and answer your plea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will have to learn to befriend your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C. Stinson June 25, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-8956093049333346166?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8956093049333346166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-forgive-me-i-would-still-like-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/8956093049333346166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/8956093049333346166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-forgive-me-i-would-still-like-to.html' title='Please Forgive Me I Would Still Like to be Your Friend'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-7379553075837687538</id><published>2010-07-03T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:38:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Wasn’t I Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why wasn’t I enough for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave you what you needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I treated you with respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave you the best of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why could you not reward me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for all my hard work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be proud of my accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why wasn't I good enough for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For two years I pushed and pushed myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To become the person you wanted me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, it was never ever enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did you neglect and abuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my spirit and wore me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was always your love and affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sought, wanted and needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at me and tell me why I wasn’t enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all that is within me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ask for your forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were exactly who I wanted to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just couldn’t see it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes were clouded and glazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a trick mirror of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your reflection was distorted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn’t see your beauty within or without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was measuring you against a flawed system&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding you to “perfect” standards &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set by an imperfect world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you have gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the mirror has been replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see who and what you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will treat you with all the respect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love that you deserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will&amp;nbsp;cherish you every step of the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss away your sorrow and hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrate every triumph and every victory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you honor me with your presence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will feed your soul what it needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the trust you have in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will honor that trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not allow anyone –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Including myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To misuse you ever again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are wary as I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my new mirror of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the reflection of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love who we will become &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C. Stinson July 3, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-7379553075837687538?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7379553075837687538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-wasnt-i-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7379553075837687538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/7379553075837687538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-wasnt-i-enough.html' title='Why Wasn’t I Enough'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-9022254216469662348</id><published>2010-06-28T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:21:10.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I have worried and fretted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed and wondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tossed and turned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get inside your head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve decided &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do the one I can……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C. Stinson 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-9022254216469662348?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9022254216469662348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/9022254216469662348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/9022254216469662348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-191207670166373221</id><published>2010-06-27T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:47:17.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How did I get here - where I am today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t remember falling, tripping or tumbling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, I found myself at the bottom yet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to understand the when’s and why’s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it is an important step in my recovery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s not about reliving the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s more about understanding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can go back to that moment in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect, dissect, and analyze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I prevent this from happening again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or is it unimportant at this point in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I move on ? Shall I move forward? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I learned from the past?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© C.Stinson June 18, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-191207670166373221?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/191207670166373221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflections-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/191207670166373221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/191207670166373221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflections-of-past.html' title='Reflections of the Past'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-6546202908006364486</id><published>2010-06-26T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:22:19.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you treat your mother as if she is the scum on the bottom of your shoe when I would love to have one such as yours. Why are you blessed with one you neglect when I craved that kind of love as a child? Would I appreciate her more if she were mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how three very different people connect and form a bond that seems unbreakable closer than any family member. Sharing things that even we know we shouldn’t with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how to you he was the worst father in the world yet you walked away and forgot you had a son who needed your guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why at the sound of your voice, the mention of your name, or the flash of your face across the mental visions of my mind my body reacts more than it ever has to being physically touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if friends can be lovers and it not affect their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people can’t be themselves at all times. Today things are okay as I take my social drink of wine that you share Yet yesterday it was make mine virgin I don’t drink that stuff oh holier than thou art friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I lost you when all I wanted to do was tell you what was going on. Be honest and tell you of his transgressions. Why did you choose him over me? I loved you like a sister and would never do anything to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some friends are seasonal, some are lifers. Some can come and go. Some can return after years of separation and it feel like they never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know how much your friendship means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people realize I am the same person no matter what size I am. The struggles I go through and the shame I feel when I am “losing” the battle. The war is ever going for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you realize I lost a piece of myself when I lost you and I couldn’t quite go on as I should without you. Would you have left if you knew the repercussions of such actions? Or were you taken from me? Could you have done it ? Did you really do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people realize how far an apology will go. How a simple “I’m sorry I hurt you” can heal deep wounds. If only we can look past our own guilt, see what the others have gone through because of our actions and know all they need is a word to stop their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could do it all other again would I be able to control the situation and do things differently. Or would things spin out and the outcome be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if at the end of my life will people have seen the real me or the one they have perceived me to be. Will all they remember are the flaws of my life - my human frailties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© C. Stinson July 26, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-6546202908006364486?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6546202908006364486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/6546202908006364486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/6546202908006364486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957428201888539735.post-8818610609033219927</id><published>2010-06-25T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:55:16.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so lonely and I think of going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting with you that life was dark and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing on the good times makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crack in my heart opens the door for denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that you have changed for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull out my memoir box to read your love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crack becomes a hole and in floods the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causing the love I once had for you to shine once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me confused and my heart to soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I forget? Take that step back and let you back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe the words on the pages and begin again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember for every good , there were countless bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every smile there were many tears to be had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain comes back like acid and fills the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erodes the memories and gives me back control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with you was full of misery and lacking of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the chance that all that waits for me is the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ignore all the heartache, the lies and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crack is there and will always remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loneliness will not be allowed to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will is strong and will not come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolve is set and will not give into the strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not waste my breath of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© C. Stinson May 30, 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957428201888539735-8818610609033219927?l=themusingsofstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8818610609033219927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/8818610609033219927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957428201888539735/posts/default/8818610609033219927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusingsofstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-thoughts.html' title='Lonely Thoughts'/><author><name>Just Call Me Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07111115286576550446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
