little fu**ers!

For the last 3 days I've been saying, "shoo fly, don't bother me." I've been kind with my words, but they don't listen, which makes me think they don't have ears or they are intentional with their annoyance.

I recently bought a fly swatter clearly to rid our home of these little fu**ers. Not only are these thieving little fu**ers out to land my body they are very intentional about landing my food, as well.

Now, I know my skin is luscious and my food is scrumptious but I clearly remember not sending them an invitation. If one so happened to land in their mailbox they didn't r.s.v.p. Hmpffff!

Just when I think I've conquered the greatest feat of my day, they reappear in my bathroom, bedroom and my kitchen in PACKS. It's like they're a gang out for blood..."well, ya know what viscous little fu**ers, you're mess'n with the wrong blood! I WILL defeat YOU!!!"
DEAD! Muehahahaha!

cross-eyed

There is a path given by well defined boundaries but there's also an unknown-undefined-blurred path. Both leading to the destination...

Days are ticking by and uncertainties are playing on my insecurities.

"You Had Time"

WE made a new discovery. Attending a concert this weekend has baffled my mind. We prepped ourselves for all the possibilities that could occur by returning to Denver to watch a concert. 'She' advised us not to attend as we were too raw. We went against her advise. We dressed in our armor and headed north to discover a new Denver. We were not prepped for what we returned with...our story, sang by the prolific Ani. The lyrics streamed down our faces in the form of tears.





This is one more layer to our foundation...