The dream...

I was standing on the cliff waiting his arrival, as usual. He was younger than I remember, but the eyes were still the same. I opened my mouth to speak, but could not find the words. I just peered out into the sunset amazed by how much orange actually existed in the world. The corners of his mouth twitched, as they do when he's trying to suppress a smile. His turban was the same brilliant white as his robes, his beard as black as...wait a second this isn't my dream.

Oh Abdullah, if only you existed.

I've been reading far too many books about Egypt, and Amelia Peabody. It annoyed me to find that Elizabeth Peters prefers the name to be pronounced "Pibbidy", which is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Naturally, it's still Pea-body when I imagine those sapherrine orbs light up as he yells the name...there I go again.

Music Videos can be such wonderful means of expressing an artists ideas/thoughts/imagination. And yet, all Mariah Carey can do is show off her ginormous tah-tahs, and her curvy shape. I almost threw up in my mouth. Honestly I prefer the music videos that entertain me like the song. Although I don't like the song, or approve of drinking, hangovers, or any other means of forgetting what happened last night, Friday by Katy Perry made me laugh. Rebecca Black is so cute!! She can't sing, but she's adorable.

But I digress, it amazes me that I can still be melted like butter with just one smile of my wonderful husband. Yes, as a matter of fact I enjoy the "love bubble" that my mother so calls my state of mind. It doesn't bother me, I'm sure after a few more years I'll shirk his presence a few times and enjoy myself alone. Although blogs like this are what happen when I am alone. So...maybe not too much time alone.

Apparently, I bought a flightless bird. She loves to jump from her cage and walk around like she owns the place. I'm about to sneak up on her and lock her in her cage. I don't like walking up to an empty cage and wondering if I might have walked past something that looks a lot like carpet. If I wanted a semi-flightless bird, I would've bought a chicken. On second thought, I don't want her flying from the drapes.

This is my life. Books, loving Travis, and my stupid bird. Oh and on occasion I visit my wonderful friends the Dowdings. Carol, owns all the Amelia Peabody mysteries and I am looking forward to cleaning something at her house and in return getting to do laundry...and borrow another book to waste time on.

p.s. My hip is only misaligned. Thus the leg pain. Exercises and certain stretches are helping me stay in peak physical condition...errr...as peak as Heather can be, at least.

Dear readers, you rock

-Heather feather