Nikita

Running with Scissors

admin — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 01:07:04 +0000

You know when you get that urge to pick up the scissors and just snip? Trim something that is sticking out just a little bit?

I wanted to trim the fringe on my forehead. Had a brand new hairdressers scissors too. It looked okay, but the sides were not matched, so I trimmed them too. But they were uneven. *sigh*

The crown was heavy, snip snip. The back by the edge of the neckline was bushy. snip, snip. oops.

I couldn’t reach back there and had to rely on my outstretched fingers.

Hubs came looking for me. Two hours had passed. Red hair was all over me, the floor, the bathroom sink.

“What the…”

He grabbed the scissors out of myhand. His face said it all.

“Can you check the back honey?” I whimpered.

Long silence.

“Uh…you have a hole here…and here.”

fade to black.

Bucket List

admin — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 01:05:47 +0000

I had a surreal weekend, but one thing that stands out in my mind was my first tarot reading with a woman called ‘Gypsy’ whom I’ve never met her before. I never had reading done. I’m skeptical. She started laying the cards out in a way described as Celtic. As she ‘read” them, I felt transparent and vulnerable. One of the cards echoed a warning I heard from someone else in the recent past. It struck a chord and I don’t know why.

However, the point of this was not the reading but rather what Gypsy and I talked about later. She was walking with a cane due to knee surgery and was wistfully looking at a suspension scene.

“I want to do that some day.”

Yeah, I get it. Me too. That was one hell of a suspension scene.

“I’d like to sky dive at least once. ”

“Really?” I asked looking at her knee and cane.

“Yes, and then, I want to …. ” She was on a roll.

“And I’m not done adding to my ‘bucket list.”

A bucket list. Brilliant. What would I want to put on my bucket list?

1. Win the lottery.

2. Spend at least a year in Europe, visit every country and experience being a native, not a tourist, and speak their language.

3. Be pampered, touched, massaged, touched, kissed, touched, read to, touched, fed and exercised, touched, pampered, touched and then touched some more.

4. Host a talk show with people I find interesting.

5. Go away on a quest to soul search and figure out who I am and where I want to go, then do it.

Secrets

admin — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 20:51:39 +0000

Welcome to my private, naughty corner. I’ll tell you some secrets. Grab your coffee and sit a spell.

I could be your next door neighbor, hairdresser, accountant, soccer mom, or your new best friend. But you will never know because I dream, live, and write what you will read here. Fact and fiction blur, words, like shards of hot colors, will steam and frizz your hair.

I was the Catholic schoolgirl who got caught smoking in the locker room after school.

I went to confession for shits and grins.

I stood up for the kid who was made fun of by others for being different.

I’ve had fantasies of S & M ever since I could remember my panties getting wet.
I live in suburbia.

“I’m not afraid to say no to someone who assumes I will say yes. I walk to the beat of my own drum.

I say *expletive deleted* to the driver who cuts me off in traffic.

I am the lady who puts on make up to go to the grocery store and chat up the people who slice cold cuts. They know me by name.

I think of life as a never ending learning curve.