tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post115509419423876806..comments2023-11-02T04:42:30.803-04:00Comments on Ramblings of a Skinny Little Blonde: Weird, Wild Stuffskinnylittleblondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1156207768098466432006-08-21T20:49:00.000-04:002006-08-21T20:49:00.000-04:00I have neighbors that fly, I mean really fly...at ...I have neighbors that fly, I mean really fly...at night..things with wings....and they have blue eyes too, at least two out of three...not Mick Jagger's wild eyes, Not the angst of the Who, Not the bedroom eyes of Frank Sinatra....but maybe, the cool blue, barely there, whisper of a reminder....I don't know who "Frank Sinatra eyes" is...or if he flies in dreams or friendly skies, but perhaps Justgivemepeacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16158119874676536718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155615391081876032006-08-15T00:16:00.000-04:002006-08-15T00:16:00.000-04:00LOL, Just passing by...more like, dream of 8 hrs!f...LOL, Just passing by...more like, dream of 8 hrs!<BR/>flying...skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155608495835916062006-08-14T22:21:00.000-04:002006-08-14T22:21:00.000-04:00i believe in 8 hours sleep, but anything can wreck...i believe in 8 hours sleep, but anything can wreck that...Santa Claus, flying...anythingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155477916581395142006-08-13T10:05:00.000-04:002006-08-13T10:05:00.000-04:00I go to sleep in peace, regardless of the hell tha...I go to sleep in peace, regardless of the hell that might have sent me there...i just give it up, say a silent prayer for the sunrise and trust that BELIEVING is enough, but little monsters make a playground out of my slumberland...snatching me wide awake, OPEN EYED and reaching across the sheets for peace again....<BR/>Did I take the garbage out?<BR/>Damn precious cat playing bedhead with my Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155360279359546712006-08-12T01:24:00.000-04:002006-08-12T01:24:00.000-04:00Thanks for finding my mandala, now on to your ques...Thanks for finding my mandala, now on to your question here.<BR/><BR/>The random songs on my Ipod, as I lay there getting sleepy, every night I want to hear this one song, and at the same time fear it will come on. "White Flag" by Dido reminds me of a recent heartbreak and yet another lesson in love.Mary Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09506564756530464433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155141076457658492006-08-09T12:31:00.000-04:002006-08-09T12:31:00.000-04:00I read this to my husband, his reply was 'I believ...I read this to my husband, his reply was 'I believe in myself.' I laughed, but bit my tongue. (I don't think he keeps himself up at night, waiting and anticipating, himself.')<BR/>My answer probably should be God. thant would be logical. But God, doesn't keep me up at night, waiting and anticipating. Perhaps, he should, but in anonymous honesty, he doesn't.<BR/>My honest, adult answer is 'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-1155123817832505352006-08-09T07:43:00.000-04:002006-08-09T07:43:00.000-04:00hmmmmmm.....hmmmmmm.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com