Friday, August 21, 2009


oh woes is me oh i am woe oh woe. Whoa!

I mentioned my Dragon awhile back. My Dragon, (oh really?). I lived in a Barbie Doll House when I first moved to Florida. 612 square feet. It was magical. I had to scoot to the end of my Hyde-a-bed to get into the bathroom at night. The hall to the back door was my closet and I converted the dark room into a kitchen. There was a double door to the front of the house that I would open wide when it rained. There were two masterful Oaks, right out the front door with a huge round wooden table set between them. ROUND. A two-burner stove top, microwave, toaster oven and the cutest almost refrigerator I've ever seen, culminated my culinary equipment. Not a dorm model, this one came to my chin....so cute. I spent my very first ever all alone for Thanksgiving/Christmas in my cute little house. That was magic too. This house was a hobby shop on my best friend's Mom's place and she said I could put a kitchen in it and stay as long as I needed to. Double edge there because my friend/her son had HIV and was expected to live there when the time came for him. I was proud and pleased to be able to help also by getting that little hobby shop, livable.


Best laid plans......oh oopsie. I just don't always understand stuff. My Dragon eats rose thorns like they are candy. He loves them. I know this because there was a day I needed roses. That day, right after I had cried myself to sleep. For my very soul they were in my home. I was already a bit wounded so with great care and kindness I snipped every thorn tip from every stem. I had all these rose thorns in the palm of my hand. Palm spread wide, oh no wonder, I took myself to the front porch and looked up the hill at the Nasty Ogre's Hovel. I tossed the thorns and I didn't cry anymore. Well, needless to say.........yes of course, My Dragon showed up. I have always referred to him as My Dragon but truth be told.......I am his pet. I know you are not going to believe my luck but the next best thing My Dragon likes to eat after rose thorns is.........Ogres.


Ah kind gentile people, this heart wrenching tale of woe and weirdness of around the year 2000 comes to the light of day now because I will have lunch with the Ogress, tomorrow.

film at 11:00.

14 comments:

  1. I recently found your blog, I am truly enjoying it...thank you for sharing:)

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  2. lunch with ogres is always fun...lol.

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  3. What does an Ogress have for lunch.???
    Not sure if nine years would be enough time for me .. the Ogress would have to wait a long long
    time.

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  4. Oh faye you made me laugh so hard.. I think I am lunch?? All is well Lo and Behold.. is that right? the "Lo"?? My Dragon is here. and yes Brian very always fun but I have been sucking up a more than fair share of air.
    A King and a Saint, round tables and Dragons. Jeez. I am having way too much fun.

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  5. Just take a pocket full of rose thorns/dragon's teeth. You'll be well protected.

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  6. I will forever remember a 'pocket full of rose thorns' My Dragon, Mary Poppins and ellen. And a rabid squirrel in my purse (daughter's tip) lmao, LOVE YOU GUYS!

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  7. i like you mind...Yes! I do like the way you think. -Jayne

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  8. Your little hobby house sounds cozy. Bigger is not always better!

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  9. Cannot wait to hear how this went ...

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  10. good luck with that! how handy to have a dragon that eats ogres. the house sounds magical. hope you are well?

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  11. I love the description of your little home, reminds me of my first apartment, which was tiny, but I loved it so.

    Can you send your dragon my way? Maybe he/she (you didn't specify, I don't think) could eat up all of the bad spirits that seem to be hanging over my house?

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  12. Hello,
    I found your blog,By reading Brian Millers.I enjoyd reading it and your description of your little place in such detail.I will add myself as a follower.Stop by and visit my world when you get a minute.
    Have a great weekend
    JOHN

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