“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

Random and Odd

Obsess Much?

1 August, 2005 /

This upcoming Friday I plan to sit in this chair and get to check ALL the blogs that play ‘Self Portrait Friday’ because this upcoming week we are shining some light on something we keep hidden. No, not your ‘toy chest’. YOUR O.C.D’s.

Your Horrible Habit

Something you obsess over

Something that causes anxiety

I got some great ideas for this week. Thank you for those of you that emailed me and posted idea’s at the Flickr Group site. I am running low on ideas, but I actually got this idea as I was sitting here going through emails and I started chewing on my fingers. I can’t stop. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m going to hit bone soon!

Maybe if we all really just let it out there, we might find someone else has the same problem…and maybe we can get through them.
I just need The Fonz to sit here and slap me every time I put my hand to my mouth.

This Friday might not be pretty, but i’m actually looking forward to it.