Super-Hero vs. Arch-Enemy

Well, well, well, it’s my old arch-nemesis…..fancy meeting you here. If you were a girl, I’d ask what a gal like you is doing in a place like this—MOOHOOOHAAHAAHAHA!! But alas, you’re not, you’re just that lousy superhero Stinkdog—aka Rover…..Didn’t you know dogs are not allowed in these premises!!! MOOHOOHAHAHAHA!!!! I Kill myself sometimes!!!………uhh, ohh, excuse me, I was uhhh, just thinking about uhhh, nevermind.

Sorry about that, I just came out of my mid-afternoon nap, so I’m still in my stupor. And I’m feeling rather cruddy as well. I had one of those sleeps where I know I was dreaming like crazy, but I can’t remember what about—all I’m left with are vague emotional impressions. And the impressions are yucky. Think there was a little—you don’t want to know about this do you?? Oh but I’m sure you do. If you’re like me, you’re nosey and always wanting to get the goods on someone else, especially the dirt. So, I woke up feeling crummy. I think I must have had one of those dreams with, of course, some sort of sexual aspect to it, something with friends or family, and maybe something with work too. And some sort of guilt or shame involved. Oh wow, now those sorts of vague impressions leave the door wide open for someone to come up with all sorts of crazy, sick demented dreams—but no, I don’t think it was anything really nuts. Sorry to disappoint you. But of course, if I were you, I’d still make something crazy up and……

…………sorry for the interruption, I just had some crazy chickie call me up and I talked to her for a while :) Oh, and I remembered while talking with her, that in my dreaming there was this really cozy dark part of my parents’ basement and a most-excellently well-stocked fridge with lots of A-1 steak sauce and hot sauce and maybe a keg too. Draft beer is good. So is hot sauce. I like eating hot sauce by itself sometimes. It’s really really good. I was really excited about the fridge and how that I would be able to sleep in this dark, cozy, cavernous part of Mom and Dad’s basement—which actually doesn’t even exist—I mean they have a big basement, but not the cozy little nook that I was dreaming about. And I was excited that this fridge was going to be in the basement with me…..A cozy room, and beer and hot sauce……yum yum……wow, what a cool dream.

I Am A Child of God, Hear Me Roar!

I am a child of God.
He is my child.
I am a lion—
He is my lion cub.
—hear me roar!
It is but a feeble attempt now,
but one day he will roar for Me.
I am forgiven.

As I always do
when he gets into trouble
and comes back to Me.
My Daddy has licked my wounds
and cleaned me.
I am his Father, and he is My son—
I will always love him.
He will take care of me.
I always have, and I always will.
Don’t mess with me, you won’t want to face my Dad.
I will protect him.
He’s given me all this territory,
I have shown him where he can go and explore.
and it's mine to roam,
as long as I stay inside where He has marked for me.
I want him to explore and roam and grow strong—
I will be with Him.
I’m not afraid of you—my Dad is strong.
As long as he stays in the territory I have marked for him,
you will leave him alone.
I am a lion, hear me roar!
He will be my lion, one day he will roar.


May 11, 2001

Short and Sweet: What I'm Thankful For Tonight

Sometimes short and sweet is better than long and windy. Not to mention the fact that today has been a long day and I'm beat. But there have been a few things that I just wanted to say in my blog that I haven't taken the time to do until now. So here goes.....

I would just like to say how blessed I am to be able to jump in an airplane early in the morning, slip my houseshoes on while I'm flying (yes, I really do that), sip on my wonderful-tasting, hot instant coffee that tastes better than most more expensive coffees I've had, sing along to the oldies once I'm awake enough to do so, and look out at the beautiful scenery below. What a ride! Ten years ago, maybe even five years ago, I wouldn't have thought I'd be doing this--and getting paid for it--but it's true. And what's more, never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be flying a plane with my comfy and stinky houseshoes on! Woohoo!! And to think they call me Kamikaze Phillips :)

If I can figure out how to do it, I'm also going to post a poem that I wrote a few years ago and I feel really applies to me now. We'll see how smart the Shannon is in just a few minutes....