tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153367922012-01-24T19:23:28.530-08:00Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.comBlogger1961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-40125250774771339402011-05-29T08:44:00.000-07:002011-11-06T18:36:34.512-08:00

Nik asked me to marry him.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-62931107796571247402011-03-01T14:45:00.000-08:002011-09-13T16:47:48.133-07:00

Rainy day's are the best for day dreaming, and I've done nothing but that all day. Mind in the clouds. Heart is elsewhere. There is only one place I wish I was today. With him. But instead I find myself in this office, in a city I don't belong to. Business suddenly turned into pleasure. It's hard when I have to be away. Home is where I need to be today. His arms are home to me. His voice

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-47953013232483187432011-02-28T02:36:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:27:20.855-07:00

I've had a bad case of insomnia for a couple of weeks now.  As usual, when I have a lot on my mind it affects my ability to get a good nights sleep. Something big happened in my life recently that has just set me on this journey of self-discovery. I am discovering that I have held on to so much pain, anger, disappointment because of what my Mother did and did not do for me through out my life. I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-29979519108442949902011-02-04T19:55:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:27:44.158-07:00

It is in times of sorrow that love shines through and gives even the darkest nights a shimmer of light. It is during times of pain when you reach out your hand and find someone there giving you the strength you need and you realize some promises are made from one heart to another with no intention of being broken. It is when you are afraid of an inevitable future and you are told you are not

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-61751740706597707742010-12-21T05:25:00.000-08:002011-10-20T16:56:38.395-07:00

Slow dancing in a room lit by the twinkling lights of a Christmas tree. Kissing under mistletoe hung in every room of the house. Snuggling on the couch, watching holiday movies that remind us of when we were young and still believed in Santa. Laughing as we imagine how much better these days of Frosty the Snowman and The Little Drummer Boy will be when we have "Jack". Smells of gingerbread,

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-47572770394112409112010-12-07T00:49:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:28:21.343-07:00

As he lays sleeping soundly, the clock strikes midnight and I walk out into the cold night and look up at the star-filled sky. I stand still, looking for the brightest twinkling star knowing the first wish made is the one that is most important, the wish I most desire to come true. I stare in amazement as I see a shooting star across the midnight sky and am in awe at the night sky's celestial

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-90002912416670942512010-11-21T16:53:00.000-08:002011-10-20T16:57:24.165-07:00

You have touched my hair with the palms of your hands you have fingered the strands around and around I have touched your ears with my words I have tickled with laughter my neck with your tongue with your teeth with your lips You have kissed your thighs with my thighs pressing between we have touched your arms your scar you said you bleed hard as I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-7186027569924064312010-11-07T22:57:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:28:50.969-07:00

Beautiful autumn Sunday spent enjoying the beauty of the day. Now, pumpkin bread bakes in the oven filling the house with the smell of vanilla and spice. Fireplace lit brightly, sounds of wood crackling. Soothing. Laying on the couch, unwinding, thinking.... I write. I wait. With the passing of time have come beginnings and endings. Memories that make me smile and some that bring tears to my

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-553100941393146952010-09-05T06:29:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:29:03.197-07:00

I've been dreaming of far away exotic places. The desire to pack my suitcase and venture out has me feeling restless and anxious. I've been bored and tired of the monotony of life's routines and want to leave all misfortunes and disillusionment's behind. I want to lose myself in the world....in jungle forests, in tropical paradises, in bustling metropolises and in red sand deserts. My daydreams

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-63862925194937855872010-06-20T13:07:00.000-07:002010-06-21T23:53:08.744-07:00

Father's Day as expected was a bittersweet day. Tender Father-Daughter moments of days long passed  occupied my mind and made for moments of sadness which have carried over to the mood of today.  I saw it coming, this wave of disquiet. I've tried to stay focused on the blissful images of life yet to be shown by people that love me, but it's been difficult. Today there is a deep sadness in my

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-25545762300366908292010-04-23T16:29:00.000-07:002010-04-23T20:03:20.867-07:00

It was time for the 6 month check up this week.  Lab work results were not what I had anticipated. More tests to come. Feeling rather blindsided I did what is typical for me to do. Ran away. Tried to hide from truths I just didn't want to face. In just a few days I've gone from fear, denial and now.... anger. Time to pick up that Louisville Slugger again. Game on.I'm going to kick some ass.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-85470637496235440142010-04-12T03:44:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:29:16.573-07:00

We lie sidewaysunder the sheltering sheet.I have wedged myselfagainst the back of you,my arm wrapped around your side,my handon your chest.Your hand covers mine. We talk in touches now. We listen to each other's fingertips. -david meuel I'm not sure how it happened. How life, muted, unremarkable in hue suddenly became a kaleidoscope of  brilliant colors. Lost I had been in my self-imposed limbo

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-51185093763635245052010-04-05T20:15:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:38:27.778-07:00

Walk with me, hand in hand, down the narrow winding cobblestone streets of a Moorish Spanish hilltop town squeezed between the sierras and the sea.  Let's get lost exploring the brilliant white and ancient labyrinthine alleyways, wandering past iron-grilled windows and balconies and Baroque church domes. Kiss me against dark oak barrels in a sherry bodega, the taste of fino on our lips, the dense

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-78189516490440147102010-01-10T22:50:00.000-08:002010-01-11T02:39:20.806-08:00

The house is quiet today. Still. The windows are open, the curtains blowing in the breeze, music softly playing as I walk the halls and touch the frames of the pictures on the walls. I am longing for something that isn't here.  I stand against the cold wall and close my eyes and I hear laughter, I smell the intoxicating scent of a man's skin, I hear my name being whispered and even feel the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-18351439489315344382009-12-18T18:45:00.001-08:002009-12-18T19:28:19.393-08:00

I've got a case of the holiday blues. Find myself in a funk today. Dont really know why I'm feeling down. Everything's been good, really good actually. There's some good things that have come my way in the last couple of weeks and I should be enjoying them. Instead, I'm sitting here just feeling blue. I miss my Dad. Cried today thinking of him. Hadn't done that in a long time. The family is

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-87375560420820950252009-12-07T16:55:00.000-08:002010-06-15T07:27:57.805-07:00

Today is my birthday. It's a bittersweet day. Another birthday here and yet so many aspects of my life not what I wish they were.  In a couple of hours I will be celebrating with people who love me, who have been there for me when things have been difficult and laughed with me when life has been good. I've recieved texts all day today from friends all over the country and they have made me feel

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-9379710946786646202009-12-05T01:40:00.000-08:002010-04-19T00:00:25.520-07:00

Just a few days ago I found something I had written at the beginning of December of last year for this blog, something I had decided not to share after all. I don't even remember why to be honest. I hardly remember writing it. I waited until it was exactly a year to the day I describe below to post it. Perhaps because I felt there was irony in finding it when I've come full circle and can say

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-53820435784735095322009-11-11T15:08:00.000-08:002009-11-11T15:08:15.056-08:00

I can't believe the year is almost at its end and the holidays are just around the corner. I can still clearly remember the end of last year and what a horrible time in my life that was.  I'm very much looking forward to celebrating the holidays in my own home with loved ones.  In less than a month it will be my birthday and unlike last year, this one promises to be very special. I found out

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-7468614970954408142009-09-10T23:50:00.001-07:002011-06-29T15:38:43.176-07:00

Driving home in evening rush hour, heart beating quickly, my body aching for the quiet only found in his arms. I walk through the house removing layers of clothing, layers of the day and of myself, every step is taking me towards the bedroom where he sleeps. I climb into bed, gently, so not to wake him. I need to lay next to him, feel his skin against mine and lay my head in that special spot on

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-45393147300407583672009-08-21T03:42:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:38:59.430-07:00

It's 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm lonely. I've been laying in bed, unable to sleep, tossing and turning and just feeling...lonely. I've been a little bit blue all day. Nothing happened to make me suddenly feel this way. I just woke up sad and the feeling has lingered through the day. I had been feeling light for so many days. Waking up and feeling a weight on my heart was so unexpected. If I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-7109866538548331722009-08-16T20:28:00.000-07:002010-07-05T19:58:47.697-07:00

Maybe it has been the brilliant meteor showers this past week, the wishes made on the shootings stars streaking across the desert sky or perhaps the acceptance that some aspects of my life are not ready for change that have brought a certain blissful peace over me. Whatever the reason for this sense of calm, I welcome it. The recent thunderstorm of emotions had left me weary, tired, confused.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-49331351832225127152009-07-31T03:08:00.001-07:002009-07-31T16:05:26.853-07:00

I've been working on something. An exclusive blog. A blog where my secrets will be revealed to those who ask for access. I've grown weary of those who read the words I write here, who talk about them, who get hurt by them, who love me less or love me more because of them. This new blog will be different, all mystery gone, no shadows to hide behind. A place where I will reveal myself. My true

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-3207665922424183332009-07-27T00:11:00.000-07:002010-07-05T19:57:45.372-07:00

Leave me be. Stop knocking at my door and trying to look through my windows. Do you understand? I know you're there. I see you every day. The words I write are for me. The words I write are for him. Ours is a never-ending story. The things I write are what's in my heart.....what's in his heart I won't share. I keep what he feels and what he says in the silver box of treasures and wishes he has

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-62220131672387467072009-07-23T18:56:00.000-07:002009-07-26T20:05:11.441-07:00

The moment has come to pass. The page has been turned. The dark clouds that had drifted above me gave way to a luminous sun. It became clear that my constant deviation from the path I should be on was a detour that was taking me in the wrong direction. I allowed wishful thinking to fade the memories that linger between the lines.I now begin a new chapter in my life. The next few weeks will be

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-2081716700321731912009-07-15T20:23:00.000-07:002010-01-09T23:17:04.542-08:00

Making up after breaking up isn't as easy as love songs make it out to be. I've spent the week at home trying to make up for my hurtful words and actions. No, that's not true. I must be honest, I haven't been trying very hard. I still don't feel like myself and I'm holding our relationship at arms length. The closer it gets to the first of August, the more I seem to pull away. I'm scared I'm

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-21880446409840337292009-07-13T11:28:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:39:18.609-07:00

I ran away. I packed my suitcases, changed my cell number, got in my car and drove away. I left him with no explanation. I left with no words. I left for no reason other than sometimes I don't know where I belong. For four days I was missing amongst the lost. I left because I cant give my whole self, my complete self. Parts of me still float in the memories of yesterday. He loves me. Had I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-79581094652548272582009-06-29T01:50:00.000-07:002010-04-19T00:01:38.881-07:00

Love taken away came back with a thunderous roar with reminders of touching memories, love songs and dreams of a life that once was deeply desired. Confusion, disbelief and even anger clouded my mind and soul. I pushed the past and the present away and for a moment wanted nothing to do with what was once there and what existed now. Promises were made and just as easily broken... and just as

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-64925776231345548902009-04-17T01:17:00.000-07:002010-07-05T20:00:05.236-07:00

After a week of limited interaction with my significant other due to his having to attend work related training that has him up and out of the house before dawn and back home extremely exhausted and in bed by 8pm I have come to truly believe that absence does make the heart grow fonder. This is my first experience with "missing" him and I will admit I hate it. Time together has become a luxury

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-58027090305396786682009-02-26T13:54:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:39:44.612-07:00

It's been nearly impossible to get anything done lately. I have been in a constant state of romantic sensual bliss. I can't concentrate at work. I sit here in my office and day dream all day long. I'm distracted doing the simplest things. I've been happy and giddy and walking around with a silly school girl smile. It feels amazing to have someone tell you that you are everything they have

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-88199270807670250562009-02-22T04:22:00.000-08:002009-07-26T20:04:23.226-07:00

Driving at dusk. Windows down. Music playing. Happy. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a song starts to play loudly. Our song.I thought I'd locked him up somewhere where he could not get to me anymore but in an instant I feel him around me as if he had never been gone. That ache that lingers somewhere deep inside comes to the surface and I have to fight back the tears. I will not cry. I will not. I had not

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-41201142436042517392009-02-10T20:47:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:40:14.603-07:00

Who is this naked sex nymph I have become? This intoxicated sensual vixen? Touch me and you'll see...I'm on fire. What is happening to me? What has this man done to me? What is this tearing clothes off as we walk in the door relationship, this racing home from work to be thrown up against the wall relationship doing to me? He is like a drug to me. I must have him. He must have me. Is lust the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-26433600168863183882009-02-06T14:16:00.000-08:002011-06-29T15:40:35.736-07:00

Rain falls hard as he lays me down on the bed. I am suspended in air, lost in a place no one has ever taken me before. In this moment of fire there is no past. There is only the sounds of my breathing, my heart beating against his. His body is as beautiful as a sculpture of a Greek God, such elegant symmetry of form. My fingertips painting pictures across his etched stomach and the sharp line

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-67295777773877990872009-01-30T16:55:00.000-08:002010-07-07T16:25:51.674-07:00

Endings are always difficult. New beginnings exciting. That is what I am discovering. I have been thru a lot in the recent past. I have found myself asking the night sky why people do the hurtful things they do in the name of love. Having found no answers I am resolved to never find out. Communication with the ex has been minimal. I ask him to return my belongings but he holds on to them. He

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-87248949728912647142008-12-07T20:56:00.000-08:002009-07-24T18:50:41.811-07:00

The clock struck the midnight hour and I popped the cork of the bottle of champagne I bought to celebrate my birthday with. Yes, it's my birthday today. "What do you want for your birthday?", I've been asked. What I want is for the sleepless nights and the ache in my heart from the pain he has caused me again to disappear . I want the doctor who told me that not only do I have a "mass" in my

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-91899189774782847122008-11-18T15:02:00.000-08:002008-11-18T15:03:15.853-08:00

I wish I was floating on an azure sea, weightless. The tranquil waters soothing the thunderstorm inside of me. I wish someone would hold my hand, no words spoken, strength thru touch. I wish I didn't know what I know. Amnesiac. Words forgotten cannot hurt. I wish I was the woman I used to be. I am nothing, to no one. I wish I wasn't so alone, in an empty house, in a crowded room. I wish I had not

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-28837392027656506792008-04-23T23:35:00.000-07:002010-07-07T16:28:50.258-07:00

He loves me, he says. I'm his baby. Marrying me is such a wonderful thought, he says. Uses phrases like "rebuild our relationship". Empty words. This time it's different for me. Some sins you can't forget. Some sins you can't forgive. I wait for the explosion that will come out of nowhere. The rage, the screaming, the cursing. They always do. I know I will get burned again. I am prepared. This

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-47193214608233225752008-04-16T10:26:00.000-07:002008-04-16T18:15:41.082-07:00

I have to make a list. A list of all the things I must do in order to keep busy. Every minute of my waking hours must be occupied. I wont think about him. I look in the mirror and face the woman I've become. My eyes red from crying. My heart in shreds. I look beyond that and see who I must become again. A profile on a sex site is what I found last night. A superhero no more. How long did I look

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-46544156848288051272007-11-22T09:08:00.000-08:002007-11-22T18:58:39.824-08:00

In years past when I asked myself what it was I was truly thankful for, I always thought of the usual things. I was thankful I had a good job with a pretty good salary, I was thankful that I had a good group of friends and I was especially thankful for love, given and received. With everything that has happened this year, what I am thankful for, feels so different than before. Today has been a

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-52009145204165428232007-10-29T16:44:00.000-07:002007-10-29T21:25:20.772-07:00

I've written my letter to Santa. Kind of early I know, but its been written and sent. The list is long and it's not the usual "I want peace on earth" as it's been other years. Oh, don't get me wrong, I still wish for what is truly the unattainable gift. This years list just happens to be a little selfish, a little "all about me". It consists of 101 different things I've been drooling over to

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-41224787013163520242007-10-16T12:56:00.000-07:002007-10-16T17:54:40.851-07:00

Wake up to the smell of wood burning in the fireplace, hot cup of coffee with a small piece of banana nut bread bought at the farmers market before I walk out the door to face the day. Take a deep breath of crisp air. Walk to the car. So much to do today. Look at the sky, autumn blue, look at the leaves, a kaleidoscope of amber. I go on about my day, I go on about my life. Everything has changed

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-23848992107232460692007-09-17T23:53:00.000-07:002011-06-02T01:20:46.875-07:00

Well painted passion You rightly suspect Impersonation The dumbing down of love Jaded in anger Love underwhelms you No box of chocolates Whichever way you fall Sitting in a crowded restaurant, suddenly becoming aware of my solitude. Stunned. Is everyone watching me? Does everyone see thru me? Does anyone see me? No. No one sees me anymore. Drive, where do I go? The light goes to red, then

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-85983694770192104722007-09-16T19:51:00.000-07:002007-09-17T00:29:04.635-07:00

Today I want to go home. Only I don't know where home is anymore.Today I am sad and hate myself for that weakness.Sadness is a lonely place to be.Today my heart is heavy and I'm tired.Today I miss something that I've never touched but yet feels like a piece of who I am.Today I look at the sky and watch the planes fly by and wish I was flying away. Far away from this life I live, from these people

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-16213441531137056842007-08-29T15:07:00.000-07:002007-08-29T15:07:04.323-07:00

...and so I return....quietly slipping back into life. A life different than what it was just a couple of months ago. I am quoting a friend in saying that I feel like with the karma I have had I must have bombed an orphanage in my past life.I am better now, though.I am fine.My Father passed away and with him he took the naive girl who believed in so much, foolish girl she was. Who believed that

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-60829589229198159592007-06-25T06:58:00.000-07:002007-06-25T11:10:47.069-07:00

Yesterday, while I was in a Arizona, preparing for a future that was finally at my fingertips, my Father, the man who I knew would truly love me forever, passed away.Goodnight, my angelTime to close your eyesAnd save these questions for another dayI think I know what you've been asking meI think you know what I've been trying to sayI promised I would never leave youAnd you should always

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-91805601332769443592007-05-02T00:55:00.001-07:002007-05-02T00:59:06.086-07:00

Come here, you saycloserand fold into the dent of my chestthe crook of my shoulder.In the open window thecandle betrays the wind'ssprings breath and thenight settles down around us.Don't move, not now,let's be still, hold this momentbefore we open our bodies,and tell me, one more timehow you came to find me.-slyonsIt's been a while since I've written. To say my absence was due to having been too

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-21220822020653480642007-03-30T16:01:00.000-07:002007-03-30T16:01:57.776-07:00

Several nights ago I came across a photograph of a place I’ve never been. The photograph itself was unremarkable; yet, I felt an intense sense of déjà vu, an unexplainable connection. I sat and stared transfixed at the memories this picture seemed to hold. Everything on the picture was familiar to me, from the stairs, to the curve of the bridge, to the secrets hiding behind the shadows. I had the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-49067116840318378312007-03-25T03:01:00.000-07:002007-03-25T03:02:00.355-07:00

It is time to bloom like a cherry blossom tree in early Spring

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It has been a long week and I am exhausted. Who knew that "springing forward" would take such a toll of me. I've been waking up every morning feeling as though I haven't had enough sleep when I know I have. I've been working my ass off on a project for work for the past 9 days. I was made to feel that I had dropped the ball only to find out yesterday that it had been one of my bosses who had not

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-60016449252391916342007-03-14T10:27:00.000-07:002007-03-14T18:31:38.352-07:00

UnNames I go by:MoniqueRielleDeuxMy heritage:FrenchArgentineanTroisThings that scare me:Harm befalling my loved onesHeartbreakNot being in control of my emotionsClownsOrgan grinder monkeysQuatreWhat I wish I could instantly learn:To speak all of the romance languagesTo play the violinCinqWhat I am wearing right now:Black slacksGarnet colored dress shirtTiffany's braceletBlack slingbacksSixCurrent

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-45309559129969385562007-03-04T20:30:00.000-08:002007-03-05T18:40:27.583-08:00

Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, is it not? There is too much to do for their to be more than a few stolen minutes to sit and put down the words that are floating around my mind. Clean, do the laundry, iron, do the weekly grocery shopping. All the things I need to do to prepare for the week and yet, all I can do is daydream.Looking at him today before I left to run my errands, before he

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-26449220011546656232007-02-23T20:15:00.000-08:002007-02-23T22:54:32.210-08:00

Work has been keeping me especially busy the last couple of weeks. I recieved a promotion, which came quite unexpectedly and I am quite excited about it. My new position is something I had been striving for for quite some time. I've been pushing myself, giving it all that I've got to get to the place in my career that I want to be. I'm taking on a lot of extra projects, accepted being part of

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-79140148544107392922007-02-14T08:27:00.000-08:002007-02-14T14:35:07.954-08:00

I don't want a diamond necklaceor a bouquet of lilacsI don't need breakfast in bedor a romantic weekend tripI don't want a box of chocolatesor a bottle of french perfumeWhat I wantWhat I needLove.Passion.Comfort.Friendship.You give me every day

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-43678286041172392172007-02-06T13:39:00.001-08:002007-02-07T08:34:33.175-08:00

So there I was, feeling a little bleh, kinda down in the dumps, eating my bowl of Lucky Charms, not looking forward to all I had to deal with, and what has got to be the saddest dog food commercial came on. I sat there a few minutes afterwards, stunned, lump in my throat, wanting to cry and trying to think of a way to convince gtg to let me adopt a dog…or 5.What a way to start the day.I know it’s

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-42616840801584864362007-01-20T02:29:00.001-08:002007-01-21T02:23:09.028-08:00

I've spent all day in bed. I've caught a virus and it's really making me feel miserable. One minute I'm feeling a tiny tickle in my throat the next thing it's on fire. Being sick is not how I had planned to spend my Friday night or my weekend. Oh well, things could be worse. This week has had its share of unhappiness. From funeral plans to mending relationship woes, it has been a pretty emotional

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-41917924433362647462007-01-15T23:19:00.000-08:002007-01-16T00:52:34.760-08:00

Bad things come in three's, I've been told once or twice. I never really did believe that but three things happened on Tuesday of last week that have changed my mind.....My grandfather passed away.My heart was broken.I got into a car accident.Bad things come in three's.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-61783691117381744842007-01-07T06:08:00.001-08:002007-01-07T06:11:15.028-08:00

He's been home from work for a few hours now and has fallen into a deep sleep, yet I lay completely awake, watching the shadows being made by the light of the alarm clock dance against the walls of the bedroom, unable to sleep. I've tried to read, hoping my mind will tire and my eyes will finally grow heavy. I've turned the television on only to find a bevy of infomercials, some of which I've

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-75144984786577085572007-01-03T16:25:00.000-08:002007-01-03T16:24:47.722-08:00

I seem to have started the new year on the wrong side of the bed. I hate the fact that the superstitious, old wives tale believing part of me is dreading that because it didn't begin the way that I had hoped, that it may be the prelude to the rest of the year.Trouble in paradise there has been. I suppose in every relationship there are times of turbulence. Lovers fight. Best friends argue. When

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-4122696286972464702006-12-27T23:13:00.000-08:002007-01-02T15:59:37.228-08:00

Glad. That would be the one word I would describe what I feel now that Christmas, with all it's tinsel and lights is over. First year I've ever felt this way. I spent Christmas Day waiting for a flight that in the end I chose not to get on. I ruined Christmas. Yes, I ruined the day we celebrate the birth of Christ. I'm powerful that way. I wasn't even worthy of receiving a "Merry Christmas". I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1166428065828351722006-12-17T23:47:00.000-08:002006-12-18T08:54:58.566-08:00

I wish I could say I'm done with all my Christmas shopping, you'd think after spending practically every evening the last several days at the mall I would be, but I have yet to cross everyone off my Christmas list. I seem to end up buying things for myself, finding sales I just can't pass up, and before I know it, I'm carrying all kinds of bags and it's all stuff for me!I bought a big box of

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1166224138243167212006-12-16T03:46:00.000-08:002006-12-16T02:28:26.113-08:00

The Christmas tree is lit, the lights are twinkling and Nat King Cole is singing my favorite Christmas song. It's late, really late, and it feels as though I am the only person awake for miles around. Grabbing a candy cane I sit and write my Christmas list. Oh, I've made the other list, the one where I say I want everything on page 6 of the Tiffany's Holiday catalogue, and how nothing would make

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1165515660933681082006-12-07T10:22:00.000-08:002006-12-07T10:23:03.720-08:00

So here it is once again. My big day. My Birthday. A little older, and perhaps, but really unlikely, a little wiser. I woke up this morning to e-mails and instant messages and phone calls from friends, some of whom I haven't heard from in months. What a great way to start my day! What are my plans today? To eat what I want to eat, drink what I want to drink, say what I want, think back to this

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1165266369517764432006-12-04T13:00:00.000-08:002006-12-04T13:06:09.633-08:00

My true love gave to me.....a hang-over!Feeling crapalicious today.Putting together my Christmas card list..... wanna be included?Email me your address, please! my.scarlet.conclusion@gmail.com

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1165219911131426552006-12-04T01:16:00.000-08:002006-12-04T00:21:55.440-08:00

isn'tthe mystery or mastery techniqueor even a love so strongyou can smash bricks with itit'sthe spinning waters way I feelwhen you grab me by the eyesand slip my thin black pantiesoffDo you ever have one of those nights when you desire the need to not think clearly. I've had to request the help of a bottle of wine tonight to do just that.Don't want to think about it. Don't want to talk about it.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1165006204588330742006-12-01T13:49:00.000-08:002006-12-04T19:56:44.466-08:00

December is finally here! 6 days till my birthday...24 days till Christmas! I love this month. I love the cold, and the smell of gingerbread and the warmth of the fireplace. I love sending out Christmas cards and making my Naughty or Nice list. I love the tinsel and the shopping and watching little kids in line to take a picture with Santa at the mall. I love putting up decorations and doing

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1163461075552756452006-11-16T12:45:00.000-08:002009-06-29T02:29:53.498-07:00

It doesn't seem possible that the end of the year is almost here. The holidays are just around the corner and as each day goes by I get more and more excited about gtg and I celebrating them together. We won't be able to celebrate them in the traditional way....he'll be working on Thanksgiving, on Christmas Eve and New Years Eve. We will be together, none the less, since we've planned for me to

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1163243840903063222006-11-11T03:10:00.000-08:002006-11-11T13:25:03.243-08:00

To the men and women in uniformPast and PresentGod Bless and Thank You

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.You're my best friend..The prince to my ballerina..Thank you for a year filled with laughter and loveand somersaults in the sand..I love you more than words can express..Happy Anniversary, my Love.In My LifeThere are places I rememberAll my life though some have changedSome forever not for betterSome have gone and some remainAll these places have their momentsWith lovers and friends I still can

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1161205480337862892006-11-03T08:32:00.000-08:002006-11-03T16:12:23.843-08:00

A couple of weeks ago, in the midst of my depression, I wrote a post which I have included below, remembering some of the people that have, thru death or just thru circumstances in life, drifted away from me. At the time, remembering all of these people, especially my grandmother, whose anniversary of her death rapidly approaches, brought deep sadness to my heart. I have decided that the memories

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1158646944340011942006-10-24T11:30:00.000-07:002006-11-03T21:56:46.276-08:00

Waking up to the soft autumn sunlight pouring thru the window.He's still sound asleep. I snuggle up behind him, wrap my arm around him and caress his chest, kiss the back of his neck."Wake up, sleepy honey"He makes sleepy, waking up noises, stretches and says..."Morning, Honey Pot"in his sleepy, deep, morning voice.I kiss his cheek once...twice...and as he reaches for me, I hop out of bed and

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1161114498425048972006-10-17T11:50:00.000-07:002006-11-09T09:57:28.416-08:00

I’m in a funk. I’ve been in a funk for a week now. Not really sure if it’s just a run of the mill case of the blues or if I’m actually depressed.I think I’m depressed.I haven’t been able to sleep unless I take my anti-anxiety pills. I’m irritable. I feel detached from all that was good. I want to be left alone, but yet even when I am left alone this feeling of sadness doesn’t go away.Don't get me

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1160416584662745832006-10-09T10:30:00.000-07:002006-10-09T14:47:37.573-07:00

It’s Monday and it’s back to work again. I’ve been sitting in front of the computer, rockin out to classic rock, drinking coffee just the way I like it...lots of cream and slightly sweet, staring out the window at the cloudy sky and trying to get motivated to begin my day. I’ve done everything I can to avoid starting on work projects....checked all my personal email accounts, responded to a few

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1159561670487775402006-10-03T18:03:00.000-07:002006-10-03T18:10:16.910-07:00

A couple of days ago I received an instant message from someone from my past, a soldier who had tried to woo me months ago. Our pseudo relationship ended badly with my having to tell him repeatedly that what we had was over and that I had chosen another path, the one I felt was right for me. I have only had a handful of conversations with him since then, most on yahoo messenger. He’s wished me

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1157506636410975272006-09-25T14:36:00.000-07:002006-09-26T08:21:39.366-07:00

Do you ever have those Monday mornings when you wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to start a productive day of work?Yeah. Me neither.I'm sleepy. Definitely did not get enough sleep last night. For some reason I tossed and turned. My mind would just not shut down so I found myself thinking about all kinds of nonsense, like....Lorelei on the Gilmore Girls and how she cheated on Luke

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1159216306288859542006-09-25T13:14:00.000-07:002010-07-06T01:01:24.256-07:00

Rielle and I joke that this is "our" blog because I'm always on it trying to snoop and see what she will post. Well this morning, for some reason, she sent me a text and asked me to "make up a title and post something." Instead of just seeing if the blog is working, I think I'll take this chance to "publish" some of my feelings for her. Please forgive me as I'm not as eloquent as she is. I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1158788639862518632006-09-20T19:08:00.000-07:002009-02-28T16:04:53.950-08:00

Restless today. Tired of the day-to-day routine. Craving an adventure, a change in scenery. Why does life feel so monotonous at times? It's only Wednesday but it feels like it should be Friday. This week is going slowly. The days are passing slowly.Tick Tock Tick Tock. See the hands of the clock, see how slow they move? I want time to pass quickly...because with the passing of time comes what I

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1158348806719700562006-09-16T18:56:00.000-07:002006-09-16T19:25:10.570-07:00

I woke up this morning to the sounds of Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor, as I opened my eyes I realized that my room was silent and the music I had heard was from deep inside a dream. Slowly, images of the dream filled my mind. My dream was a memory of me, age 12, dressed in a white organza dress performing at the yearly piano recital that my long time piano teacher, Carmen Borne, put together

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1157947478425332642006-09-11T20:30:00.000-07:002010-07-07T17:23:45.278-07:00

The beginning of Autumn's crisp chill is in the air and it has elevated my mood and filled me with a sense of feeling alive. I am filled with anticipation of the arrival of my favorite season. So many things to look forward to.... chilly nights watching funny movies while drinking hot chocolate....the changing color of the leaves....the smell of wood burning in the fireplace....fresh pumpkin pie

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1156793233969620372006-08-28T11:05:00.000-07:002006-08-28T16:01:38.310-07:00

I do this all the time don’t I? Write for a few days in a row and then poof! Disappear for a few weeks. Writers block? No inspiration to write.Yes and yes.It’s not that my life is any less complicated or that I don’t get into melancholy moods or that I've lost the desire to keep up the blog. It comes down to the fact that too many people in my “real life” read this blog and it has made it hard

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1155189775331597072006-08-09T22:57:00.000-07:002006-08-28T12:59:59.533-07:00

I want to eat something delicious. Like ice cold cherries or decadent milk chocolate made in a candy shop in Luxemburg.I want to listen to a piece of music that will bring me to tears, like Adagio for Strings did the first time I heard it....making me close my eyes and for just a moment feel completely lost and know that these must be the sounds of heaven.I want to laugh, harder than I've laughed

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1154978040158681842006-08-07T10:06:00.000-07:002006-08-07T12:18:14.316-07:00

I’m having a hard time waking up this morning and actually getting motivated to start on all the projects that need to be completed for work. I’m sleepy and really wish I could just crawl back in bed, pull the blanket over me and spend the day napping, reading, and napping some more. Unfortunately, that is not possible so instead, I will fill my big Starbucks mug with strong coffee and face the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1154674554648660932006-08-05T22:17:00.000-07:002006-08-05T22:38:27.033-07:00

The last few weeks have been difficult and I have not had the energy to write. The overwhelmed feelings have slowly faded and things are getting back to a sense of normalcy. I'm starting to feel like myself again although the guilt of the pain I caused by shutting the one person who continues to try and convince me that he is here for me no matter what, lingers on. No matter what I do, no matter

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1153167451639085552006-07-17T13:12:00.000-07:002006-07-17T13:39:53.083-07:00

I am playing the Waiting Game and I am losing. I have no intentions of writing clearly and explain what I mean. Those are words I feel that I can only whisper to myself because I fear the guilt . I want to go home. I've been worried. Worried that I am holding people from being truly happy because my life is so uncertain right now. I've been worried that I am causing people to live their life in

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1152730572577246302006-07-12T12:02:00.000-07:002006-07-12T12:16:25.846-07:00

I dreamt of windmills. Thousands of them. For miles and miles all I could see were windmills. The wind energy generated making my dress and hair blow wildly. I’ve had this dream before, many times. I do not know what it means. My nights for the last few weeks have been dream filled. Dreams that leave me feeling a bit out of sorts. I’ve dreamt that a huge snake was chasing me down a hill and into

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1152219583067723462006-07-06T13:57:00.000-07:002006-07-06T13:59:43.090-07:00

.It's just been one of those days.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1152138945830778732006-07-05T15:31:00.000-07:002006-07-05T17:40:55.766-07:00

Would it surprise you if I told you I was a card-carrying member of the NRA? Or that I have been a gun owner since my early 20's? My fascination with guns began in my early teens, I remember going over my Father's best friends house, who was an avid collector of guns and rifles and was just enthralled by them. The first time I ever shot a gun was at the age of 14. My Father taught me to shoot

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1151603235015491082006-06-29T16:52:00.000-07:002010-12-21T03:17:17.955-08:00

You know that feeling you get when you’re in a car and you’re looking out the window and everything becomes a blur and out of focus and you end up feeling a bit dizzy? That’s the way my life has left me feeling lately. My saving grace has been that all I have to do now is close my eyes and send out little S.O.S signals and there he is, the only thing in focus, the only thing that makes sense,

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1151359749326503762006-06-26T16:05:00.000-07:002006-06-26T16:33:01.480-07:00

Where do you wish you were right now? I wish I was on a tropical island, drinking some frutti drink laying under an umbrella made of palm leaves, the sky a crystal blue above me, the ocean a hue of aqua, brilliant and translucent, the feeling of wet, soft sand squishing through my toes. That would be my heaven. Sadly, that tropical island is far, far away and I sit here trying to stop the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1151227457632033992006-06-25T02:47:00.000-07:002006-06-26T15:14:16.946-07:00

It's almost 3am and I've been drinking Mojitos, listening to Christina Aguilera belt out how there "Ain't no other Man" and waiting for my babe to get off work. Yes, he's out there doing his Superhero thing and I'm home like a good little girlfriend on a Saturday night instead of bieng out with the girls getting into trouble.Three things I think I should mention:I love MojitosI am very proud of

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1150339685583291222006-06-15T10:23:00.000-07:002006-06-15T14:26:25.583-07:00

This one's for you, Zona.......I want to be the best Daughter ever, the most loving Wife, the perfect Mother.I wish my Father didn't have cancer.I would quit my job today and travel the world if I could.I want a black BMW 650i Convertible.I wish my Father didn't have cancer.I would do it all over again and this time do it right.I want to win California's Super Lotto on Saturday (it's currently at

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1149630745505731422006-06-06T14:49:00.000-07:002006-06-06T14:52:28.073-07:00

It would seem that in most relationships there comes a time when a certain question is asked. A very sensitive question. One of my girl friends called me in a panic because the new guy in her life had asked her what her number was and she was afraid if she told him he would no longer see her as the nice girl he can take home to Mom. I have always been a firm believer that my number is my business

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1149179923355630992006-06-01T09:35:00.000-07:002006-06-01T09:42:43.773-07:00

What the H. E. Double Hockey sticks happened to my blog??!!! No links??!! None! All gone?!! Color is all jacked up?!Argh!!!I think I'm hyperventilating.Please help a girl out...leave a comment so I can link back to you, my darlings!

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1149056881214325462006-05-30T23:16:00.000-07:002006-05-30T23:28:01.216-07:00

Apparently my boyfriend was "displeased" with my last post and decided to post his feelings about the situation. (See post below). Note to self..never give your boyfriend the password to your blog.He's such a dork.But he's my dork.

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1149056237776742672006-05-30T23:13:00.000-07:002006-05-30T23:46:58.936-07:00

My name is Rielle and I'm mad at my boyfriend. I really do love him dearly though. Just thought I would have some fun with you sweetheart.Love You BabeTo all you readers we had a good laugh over this.-The Boyfriend

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1149017058937158232006-05-30T12:17:00.000-07:002006-05-30T23:31:23.930-07:00

There’s a park a few blocks from the hospital where my Dad is that I sometimes go to when I need a few minutes to myself. I sit and people watch while I eat a snow cone or a Popsicle or anything I’ve bought off the ice cream truck that plays a rocked out version of “It’s a small world”. There are a lot of things to think about these days, a lot of difficult decisions to make along with the

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1148947960740664862006-05-29T16:28:00.000-07:002006-05-29T19:53:44.360-07:00

"Until the world knows no aggressors, until the arms of tyranny have been laid down, until freedom has risen up in every land, we shall maintain our vigil to make sure our sons who died on foreign fields shall not have died in vain. As we maintain the vigil of peace, we must remember that justice is a vigil, too--a vigil we must keep in our own streets and schools and among the lives of all our

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1147899514513483732006-05-17T16:46:00.000-07:002006-05-17T16:49:24.273-07:00

Tell me your secrets, words I will place in a jeweled box and lock away in the deepest depths of my heart.Tell me you need me, whisper the words into the night from deep within a dream. Let the words caress me and be my lullaby.Tell me I am your addiction, the taste of my kiss your weakness, the curves of my body the map leading you to loves obsession.Tell me I am your beginning. Tell me I am

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1146712259678045772006-05-04T11:44:00.000-07:002006-05-04T11:50:13.090-07:00

I AM: a believer in love. romantic. very sensitive. a good cook. pro-choice.I WANT: to have sex on the hood of his kick-ass car. a puppy. a boob job. to win the lottery.I WISH: for love. happiness. wealth. good health....for everyone in my life.I HATE: when I have to repeat myself. people who do not return my calls. cheese.I MISS: hearing my Fathers laugh. my grandmothers love. my cat.I FEAR:

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1146172115471645972006-04-27T14:35:00.000-07:002010-12-21T03:18:11.820-08:00

He wears a badge and carries a gun to work every day. A Saint Michael's coin and prayer that I gave him under his bullet proof vest, resting close to his heart, there to protect him from the harm that I pray will never come to him. Every day, just before he starts his shift I tell him to "stay safe". Two little words that I find I need to say just as much as I think he needs to hear. When our

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1145646853272194112006-04-21T12:15:00.000-07:002006-04-21T13:01:55.406-07:00

Get up at 6:30am, drive Mom to the hospital.Work. Conduct phone interviews. Submit background checks. Work on project 1..project 2..project 3. More phone calls. Job offers. Look into reserving space at job fairs at this university, and that university and maybe even this other university.Look out window…daydream for a few minutes.Check emails..more projects to work on.Go to the hospital to see

Riellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655753465124284403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15336792.post-1144702839899766802006-04-11T13:20:00.000-07:002006-04-17T23:42:53.033-07:00

It’s been over a week since I last posted and you’d think I’d have a lot to write about…there has to be something happening in my life, right? I have to be either in the throes of love or suffering from melancholy?.No.I have no pensive reflections on love for you today. No dejection of spirits. I do, however, have news on a couple of adventures planned in the next few months that I am very

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