Monday, April 23, 2007


Stroke, Panic disorder, Acrophobia (heights), Lepidopteraphobia (moths), Ligyrophobia (fear of loud sounds), Claustrophobia (fear of enclosed confined spaces), Apiphobia (bees), Bipolar disorder, Anxiety disorder, Dorian Gray syndrome (excessive preoccupation with the individual’s own appearance), Grandiose delusions, Dependent personality disorder, Drugs (speed), Histrionic Personality Disorder, Drunkenness

Bipolar disorder, Androphobia (fear of men), Arachnophobia (spiders), Entomophobia (insects), Aviatophobia (fear of flying), Herpetophobia (reptiles), Dorian Gray syndrome (excessive preoccupation with the individual’s own appearance), Ophidiophobia (snakes), Osmophobia (fear of smells), Apiphobia (bees), Chirophophobia (bats), Musophobia (mice\rats), Schizophrenia, Anxiety disorder, Histrionic Personality Disorder, Neophobia (fear of new things), Dependent personality disorder

Dementophobia (fear of insanity), Patroiophobia (fear of heredity), Syngenesophobia (fear of relatives) :)

Sunday, April 22, 2007


I am in love...with the SEA!!! I think I should have been a beautiful anemone on maybe a forest of kelp, gentry swaying, swaying, swaying, swaying in the ocean current. I would ever like to spend my days as a starfish, stuck to a large rock. I would settle to wander as a hermit crab, moving from shell to shell. Such a glorious life I think. Always waking up on the ocean's shore. If I had a choice though, of what creature to be and life in the sea, I would have to choose a dolphin or sea otter. That would be my ideal way you spend every day...swimming and jumping through waves or basking in the warmth of the sun while wrapped up in a kelp bed. "Good-bye sea otter, sweet dreams! (kiss)"

Saturday, April 14, 2007

"REMEMBERING, you standing quiet in the rain"

I love the rain! I love the darkened bark on the trees and their clean crisp leaves. The coloring is so pretty. These is a flurry off little sparrows when it rains, as if they are saying to each others "Hurry!!! Its raining...let's go drink some Berry Cider at my nest." The wonderful greyness about the skies, like a warm flannel gently fitted and cozy. How wonderful for the earth to get a well deserved shower. And when the wind blows a gentry breeze to scatter the droplets and dry the windows...I am always amazed how far I can see down the roads.
(THE CURE - Pictures of You)

Friday, April 6, 2007


Who? Wants? What? NO. true. way? Grammie an alien!

Years and years, remember clearly "Stephanie, Grammie an alien" (WHAT!?!) Mom said "(sign) "Grammie and Connie - school - alien seed pod - space - galaxies - blah, blah, blah." true.

Sunday, April 1, 2007


The old oak's branches, heavy with year's growth lay close to the ground. The mist covering the top so as to shadow it's age. There at the base of the trunk she sat. Quietly, always quietly. Her porcelain skin glows beneath the shadows of large branches. Cloaked in raven tresses gently framing her delicate features. Her eyes are as the sea, deep and blue. She sits with a single leaf from the oak. Her thin fingers caressing each point and side. Her hands move as to music. Graceful and slow, with each move made with such ease. Her eyes float among the edge of where the ocean, she's walking on a wire.