I am a flame aflicker;
Untamed and dancing freely,
Always fluctuating, still the same,
Come near me, I’ll warm you,
Too close and I’ll singe you.
Flickering Flame
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Monthly Archives: July 2008
Shipping out
Today is my last day of work. I am very excited! I will miss my friends, but I’ll manage to stay in touch via email. I’ll miss the people but not the place. They are throwing me a secret (they think) going away party after work tonight. It should be a blast. I don’t think they realise how much I can drink, if they are paying! 
Yesterday, my former ill mannered boss came into my work to pick up something. He looked at me and said, “I figured you’d be in the British Isles by now”.
“I’m not leaving until September 3rd…airline tickets drop in price drop by about two hundred dollars if I wait ‘til September.”
“I guess I’ll lose my bet then”, he muttered with arms crossed and head held high.
“Bet?”
“Yeah, me and seven or eight managers and employees have a bet going…we have about two hundred dollars in the pot.”
“……”
“You know, if you don’t make it over there and come home, you’ll never ever live it down”, he laughingly mumbled whilst walking away.
My ears were glowing by this point in the conversation. How dare them to take bets on my life. That’s as bad as the nurse I used to date that took bets with doctors on who would die next!
I crossed my arms, held my head high with that wild eyed look of mine, and said, “Well, at least I have the balls to do something that they rest of you lily-livered people wouldn’t dare do”.
“Whatever.”
He huffed and puffed all of the way out the door. A mate of mine that grew up in Boston happened to witness the exchange. He bit his lip and exclaimed, “Send him to Limerick”.
Walk in the Dark Room
I’m headed to the park to enjoy some sunshine. Upon my return, I’ll finish the meme’s that I’m working on and hopefully have a few new photos worth posting. Have a grand Sunday all…
UPDATE: Ugh…It’s been a long day. There was a bad forest fire in my neighborhood, so most of us were evacuated for a while. The air is so humid and filled with smoke that street lights can barely slice through the dense murkiness. Breathing in the smoke is like smoking a stogie on steroids with fine shards of glass within its shell. I’ll be back with an attitude on the morrow, I hope.
Waltzing to Molly’s Dew
Early one morn whilst in Dublin, I arose before the sun. I grabbed my camera gear and headed out on an adventure. I headed down a very empty O’Connell street absent of the usual hustle and bustle that is Dublin. The air was crisp and still as I crossed the Liffey river. I made my way up Westmoreland street and onto Grafton Street. The clickety-clack of a slender woman’s high heels was the only sound reverberating round the shops that morn. The rising sun peering through the clouds was illuminating the dew laden upon Molly Malone, as I made my way towards her sculpture.
The dawning dew was ever so slightly running down her elegantly arranged coiffure, collecting in the rim of her ears, and cascading down to the nape of her neck. It flowed along the curvature of her breast and pooled in the fabric of her dress.
I stood there for a moment and cerebrated about what I’d say to such a resplendent woman. It was at this point that I realised that I must be British, because I over analyse everything.
Seriously, I need everyone’s help. When and if you have time, please have a look at my photos from my travels to Ireland and the UK. I’m trying to figure out which photos to put in my portfolio.
Thanks…
Tough Cookie
My pops finally called me today after a month of silence to tell me that my nanna had a slip and broke her hip. I am going to go see her in the morning. She’s in a rest home until she recuperates. She’s a tough lady with flaming red hair, jade green eyes, and a temper to boot. I love her to bits.
The first thing she asked for after coming out of surgery was me. She is sooo proud of her handsome grandson?! I’m not really worried about her, as I know that she’s a tough woman with an iron will. She’s a firm believer in the holy bible. I respectfully agree with what she says regardless of whether I agree with it or not.
Her mother, on the other hand, reveled in the things that man could not comprehend – other dimensions, spiritual realms, and what not. As I’ve stated before, she is the reason that I have such respect for the Queen’s English.
Anyhow, I hope the lot of you have a grand ending to the work week.
