Peanut Butter & Frogs & Kisha

( The Arrival )
She had a bewildered look on her face, mostly fear... as if we would ever forget her at a foreign Air Port.
"Kisha is home" and acquainting herself with her new bed.

Travel rocks, even the lumpy seats that refuse to give into your back-side are part of the traveling experience. I miss traveling myself, Kisha has had enough for now.

I brought along a hefty piece of our home's famous banana bread to nourish her. She felt sick so I put it back in my purse where it is still, soggy and losing luster.


(Answered prayer)
I would like to thank every one (mostly the right on prayers of Ivan the Ho), Tks Da, the lump on my foot was stomped on by a throng of samba dancers. He (Edd) is now healing well and soon I'll be ably to enjoy jogging again even though the Doc recommended I didn't. what do doctors know anyway?
Thanks so much Mom for coming threw with my new jogging shoes. They are pink, some how I don't think you forgot not to get pink...but hopefully with enough running in the mud they can be turned to the darker side!! JJK, I'll take good care of them.

( Foreign Delights)
Along with such things as new shoes, Kisha brought me....drum roll.....Rrrrrrrrrrrppppp>>>PEANUT BUTTER!! AHAHAH.
Here peanut butter is pricy. I asked her to get it but didn't think she got the offline. That just goes to show how much Kisha rocks! Finger Licking Good!!
So after talking her into a stupor, we played a few songs and she passed out.

(Amphibians)
I then went off to "deep clean" where I found yet another little joy to make this day the coolest day in a while... a wittle wittle frogy on the window just above the sink. As the rain comes down the frogs come up! He had big bright eyes and was all slimy and brown, brown because he was on a wooden slab, but these little guys will change color at will. He tried to escape me but I simply had to have him, I held him as my captive for a moment. Slimy yet satisfying!
I wish frogs would love us as much as we love them... but I sensed he didn't, so, as with all my relationships, I some what reluctantly tossed him out the window. Wahaha... I've moved on.

I love you

Poetry

I want to take you to this spot
its a clearing on a mountain top
I've seen it just outside my window

I don't know if you like these sort of things
but thought it would be sweet
to sit still and watch green things grow

Because I've been getting weaker
my outlooks become bleaker
Its been so long since I've seen a patch of sky

And if I don't get there soon
I swear I'll be doomed
to live an average life

We could take nothing
all I need is your loving
to give me strength for the climb

And our growing imperfections
will be overshadowed by His creation
the higher we go the better

Rescue me from my window
the valley totally blows
they can't stop us if we do it together

Lets run away, the more the merrier
I miss you

to pose or not to pose...post the pose!

Nicol is a sweetish kind of girl, the kind of girl who doesn't like to be left alone; she doesn't like to perform Jesus job time alone, sleep alone, or even take pictures alone..thus the Mclay ruining the picture. Its ok, I'm over it and so it she...





So now that we covered our white girl, lets move on to our local black man/ close friend.......

Tiago (excellent guitarist from my last blog) comes over some times to help us girls with our "very stringent" work outs.
See, as my closer friends already know, my body just loves to be fat. It's the way God mad me, or maybe subconsciously I've been trying to please my brother who loves having a squishy little sister to poke fun at.
Trust me poeple, I'm very dedicated to exercise, any one else who worked out half as much as I do would be a Brittny Spears by now, but I on the other hand always seem to reach this place where my fat JUST WONT melt away. So I hired a pro...


I figer I should look like Tiago in about a year, who knows... maybe I'll even shave my head!
don't worry, I'm really not planing on looking like Tiago...this pic?...is for fun.
Also pray for me as I've had to trade running for walking (plaughhh) due to a painful lump on my foot! His name is Edwardo and the doctor said if he starts to grow we'll have to cut him out of my bone...NOOOOOO!!!
So walking it is!

Lullabye

You know what I love about Jesse? He's got conviction in his style.

You have to be brave to try and make music for the Family as you'll meet a lot of criticism.
There is always that fear that people will think your a "total Poser" or conceded. Like that version Jesse did of "My Quest", I was shocked to hear so many people bash it. Well Jess, I thought it was brilliant, and I was sure to say so!
Thank you for sharing your music and sweet face with us. This song was just in season for me.
So let this one stick to your brain people, I love the part where Jess is playing the song for two guys!

Don't be afraid of stepping out, let us hear your voice; some will love it, some will hate it, but all should remember it, thats all that counts.

love advice from loser

for a while there I believed guys had issues, now Im very surprised to find the fault may be mine.

Don't you just love being able to hold some one, tell them deep thing and roll around in the sand without that awkward feeling of "am I acting twitterpaited"?
Some times I think I've found the perfect guy pal, we'll dance, be foolish; right now, thats just enough.
Sure if the Lord thinks I've been a good girl and decides to reward me with a smashing/young/bull-fighter/Mountain climbing/Rock n Roll/Tree hugging/sappy love machine, then I'll in no way be disagreeable.
But when is it safe to say lets just be friends? And why, when the guy sees you're just down for a hiking buddy, do they treat you like your some kind of Jezebel? It's not fare I tell you, all the more so when the guy already has a reputation for sack raising.

Don't act like she broke your heart, you never planned on giving it to her. Don't make her feel like crap 5 years too late, acting smug all the while, pretending to be friendly when your really harboring bitterness and just waiting for a chance to give her a piece of your mind.
Every one needs friends, even I do, that's why I'll send you things in the mail, write you poetry, pray for you when your going through it; that's why I try my best to remember birthdays and make stupid jokes that will hopefully make you laugh but more likely make you feel like blocking me.

I don't have a secret agenda. I'm not a man, I wouldn't bother staying in touch with some one who lives on the other side of God's green earth just to possibly get lucky. If I write you, if I pray for you, if I send you stupid jokes and do my best to remember your sign, its because I love you.

I know its all my fault, I was stupid. Maybe I feel responsible for you or like I owe you a secret debt; or maybe people are not supposed to be friends after they've been "friends".
Maybe I should leave it alone.
Maybe ex-lovers make better friends. Maybe if we can learn to forgive, apologize, and maybe even erase the ugly parts, we can behold the person who we once loved and love them still.
I don't need to sell myself to you, life brings much variety and there is always a new experience around the corner, but by remembering you I'm teaching myself that nothing is lost when we realize we would never have made it this far without leaving old land marks behind.

We do not erase our love, we purge it and try our best to remember it in its purest, most innocent form.
To all the Xs

the quick n ugly version

Hello my love, we need to up date you yes?

From the far, dark, fierce continent of Africa hails a blue eyed, flaxen beauty!
So far she is sticking out quite nicely making a splash of colour in the midst of all us brownies; like the cream swirl on a death by Chocolate dessert.
I am enjoying her every so much (twinkle, twinkle). So much so, that I feel a little extra love time with Jess is in order to keep from creating favourites.

But don’t worry you Sagittarius birds, there is enough of me to go around. And as if living with two chicks that embody all that I loved in Niki isn’t enough, guess who is also coming to live with me?? Guess, guess!!
My little sister! You didn’t know I had one did you? Well neither did I, actually she is the only one who thinks she is my little sister but I welcome it with an abundance of joy as I’ve always wanted one.

So along with filling the lodge with revolutionary girls from across the seven seas, we have been up to other things…things like throwing massive parties.

We planed long and hard, the theme of the party was to be like a lounge scenario, all the girls would dress like go-go girls, serve drinks, and then a few of us would give a strip teas to the elated birthday boy.

Everything went just as planed until as guests began arriving, so did two of our sheep. A major set back as we had to scratch the sexy costumes, throw out the strip tease, and go into witnessing mode.

The culprit responsible for inviting the Activated members was none other then the birthday boy himself.

But with Rachelle behind the bar and the full support of our assigned hosting squad, the party was a smash hit and every one (including the JT chair-persons of half the world's major continents) we're very pleased.

Enjoy the photo show "Happy brithday Mala, we adore you"

in the end Mala got the pool

arms that hold us back

lately I've been down... every one is down so I don't claim special sobbing privileges.
I wrote another cheesy poem, so here is my pitiful excuse for a heart felt post.
loving you all from Rio

Take us away from this cynical race
who's worry and fear are most prominently traced
by deep set wrinkles on a young face

Make us believe once again. in human hearts and honest men
open the poisoned clouds to a sky that's blue
the crowning trophy for all we've been through

and if possible
trade in every damp pillow for arms that hold us back
let the will to prevail make up for all the courage we lack

I have ended my search for mythical relics
Gaiety is but an arrow, a streak of light in the dark
propelled by the laws of physics
it's wistful flight ends buried in the heart

So say nothing more of fleeting joy, she is a moment here and gone the next
my hands seek something to employ, let me toil genuinely
for a common monument
So that it may be said of me
and this without regret
"she engaged to struggle endlessly, and we are better for it".

mClay