PAD Day 5 – Experienced/Inexperienced

I know a bit about pies and such, but cooking makes me scared
When rolling out the dough I run, and feeling the dispair.
Cakes are better, but they make me question cooking
Sometimes they come out pretty, others rather unlooking.
Cookies are probably my best results when baking for the fam
They’re crispy, crunchy things that always go wham bam!
So in the baking field, I’m kind of knowing and not
But food comes out good or bad whether you like it or not!

Oh lord, that’s bad. That’s really really bad when it comes to a poem. The rhymes are just nonsense and the scheme is messy. That is what I first thought of when I thought of experienced/inexperienced though. My baking. It can be iffy at times and I have never wanted to really try pie. Especially gluten free pie.

Let’s try this again and see if something better comes out of Robert’s prompts for today…

Men are one of those things I find mysterious
I feel I know my way around them then out of the blue
something catches me off guard and I’m in deep water
swimming out so far that I can’t fathom how to get back
I feel that way when I write about men too. I start to write
a scene or two and suddenly Mr. so and so has taken the reins
and is telling me, “No, missy, you are not going to drag me down.
No way would I respond that way.”
So I’m left with my cursor blinking, mocking me
as men are apt to do at times, good natured, but mocking
still the same, and I feel like I’m floundering
trying to reach the beach with no idea how I got here…
I’m reading Outlander and Jamie is a dream dude
sexy and commmanding and a bit young like a stud
but he’d scare the hell out of me if I had a guy like that
I’d probably be bruised, ego, mind, and body
a puddle of nerves, never knowing what to do, but then
feeling like I knew only to be swept off my feet again
And a part of me would like a brute of a guy like that
until sanity strikes me and I think I’m too much like Claire
and I’d be an utter wreck for days…

There is an inexperienced poem. I rather like how that went off.

A drop of vetiver, then lime and juniper
a potion fit for a body in pain
But then there’s rosemary, marjoram, peppermint, and ginger
Potions of oils so strong a whiff from the bottle
makes your eyes burn and your nose clear
but these are my oils and I know them like my hands
I’ve mixed and dropped and poured and tested
Till I can pick out any or almost any oil
from a potion or two to the surprise of many
I’ve smelled lemongrass on friends and caught them
unawares as I said I smelled it on their skin
Some people reeking of patchouli but I like it
to the point where it’s homey
Essential oils are my alchemy and people ask
how did I know that that potion would work?
and I want to just smile and say it’s a secret
It’s my magic, mixing oils and scents
I’m a witch of sorts, but the good kind

I am experienced in essential oils, without a degree, but I read a lot of books on the subject and I take it very seriously. I find a bit of magic in the mixing of oils to make someone feel better. It’s like the old healing women, the midwives and ‘witches’ of old. I have a knack for it and I take pride in knowing how to heal in a natural way.

Kate

Being Beautiful

Pearls, curled hair, yeah, this is my beautiful moment.

Pearls, curled hair, yeah, this is my beautiful moment.

I was sitting reading my journal from earlier in the year… it’s something I do to reflect…… and I came across an entry  from near my birthday. I was describing being called beautiful.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I have found that it is one word that while wonderful to be called, can hold a whole lot of meanings or feeling behind it.

I have been called beautiful by plenty of men…. despite which I still wonder if I really am beautiful because what I see in the mirror sometimes is meh.  How I look isn’t what makes me feel beautiful. Sometimes for me, wearing Stetson for men, a string of pearls and having my hair in a simple updo makes me feel so incredibly beautiful in my own mind, that’s all that matters.  But having a man call me beautiful is a rather interesting thing.

First there is Boris. Boris is fire and ice and extremes. He calls me beautiful, gorgeous and such regularly. It’s his greeting. It’s his way. His way makes me feel like I am the sexiest young woman ever. Okay, I’m not young anymore, but well, I still don’t feel like a woman. I am one….okay, I can go with lady better.  Considering he calls me young lady all the time too.  His beautiful is like stepping into pure heat and desire.  I can’t explain it.

Then there was Neeko.  Darling boy. I mentioned him earlier in the year.  What I wrote in my journal was, ” He calls me beautiful and it feels like pure sunshine happiness. Not sexy, but like I’ve stepped into a rainbow. Gooey inside. Unexpected. Undemanding. Nick is daisies and buttercups and sugar sweet.”  Maybe it was safety, but I felt like me with Neeko. I didn’t have to impress or be any more than me. Something I struggle with. I’m always worried about someone’s opinion, but with Neeko I could just be, like I had stepped into a meadow….. Bella’s meadow.

More recently there is someone that calls me various forms of beautiful, but it’s weird.  I can’t put my finger on it….okay, maybe I can. I am not interested in this guy, and he says he’s not in me, because he’s in his mid fifties, but sometimes I get this weird vibe that makes me kind of shudder. I sit there and think to myself…’no, please don’t call me anything endearing.’ It’s one of those disturbing moments in life where what someone says to you makes you feel so uncomfortable.

I think who we know that calls us beautiful means something different from each person. Sweet, sexy, disturbing…… And various other feelings.  Sometimes I smile and giggle insanely when I’m called beautiful. Other times I take it in stride.   I have to say that a sunshine and daisies beautiful is like eating the best brownie, and the fire and ice extremes beautiful is like that first sip of whiskey.  It’s sexy in it’s own way.  Sunshine and daisies, which I am not a person who would ever really go for that vibe, is really, really nice.  And it’s so hard to explain….. Okay, wait, I just read what I wrote. One is safe while the other has me in a constant state of alert.

Hmmm. Rather interesting, isn’t it? Do I know which one I want? I tend to go for sweet because at the end of the day, the safe is nice, steady. Comfortable. But that being said, the extreme and sexy is well, adventurous and exciting. I think a bit of sweet with sexy is really nice.

So what about you, ladies.  Do you have different vibes of beautiful?  What makes you feel beautiful?  Words or your own inner self?  Does something you do make you feel like the goddess you are?

I’d love to know so share with me.  I feel I should add in a One Direction line… but I’ll leave that up to you.

Kate

 

Things That Confuse Men

I started thinking about this subject after  my father looked at me and said my hair is always slightly rats-nest-y.  I told him it was controlled dishevelment.  I’m not sure he believed me.  And watching the Bachelorette this last week where guys had to explain puberty and feminine products and such, in such a hilarious manner…. and recently this marvelous ad for Carefree liners…. oh the things guys just don’t get.

 

 

So, things that I find confuse men….

curled hair

My hair today which was actually right how I like it. Not like I have just done my hair but slightly relaxed. Great isn’t it?

1. Hair styles that are controlled dishevelment.  For instance, I dry my hair straight, then curl it, pinning up the curls with hair clips… guys don’t get that and why you have to dry it first, or why you have to curl it before you put your hair up….. After I take out the hair clips, I fluff and tease and spray with magic hair spray.  Then the curls look so natural it’s like you didn’t even do anything.  That. Is. The. Point.  To not look like you were even trying to curl your hair. Like hair just naturally falls that way.  Trust me, guys do not get hair routines.  They do not get why you have to put the hair gel on just so and just right and in such and such an order. But guys, it’s worth it. Does your sweetheart look amazing?  Then trust me, she has probably done some backwards method to get her hair that way.  But it works.

 

2.  Nail polish and various colors and glitter and creams versus frosts.  Nail polish is nail polish to a guy.  Yellow is yellow and if it just so happens to match your outfit, great.  But why do you need three greens?  Or five sparkle ones, or why do you need this black when you already have a black and honey, don’t you think your collection is large enough?  For me, I can never have too many nail polishes.  Right now my father has indulged me with them, and I have a serious collection that matches all my summer shirts. But he doesn’t get nail polish. He really doesn’t get why I ooh and ahh over the new sparkle polishes filled with glitter.  Men don’t get glitter.  Obviously they have never paid attention that women like shiny things. Glitter is the cheap way to have lots of shine.  And for me, since I can’t indulge in my true passion, shoes, nail polishes work…. which leads me to Number 3…..

 

3. Shoes.  I still don’t understand why guys are still confused by our love of shoes.  For one, they always tell me that I look good in heels and I have met a lot of men who are legs men. They love to look at legs in a pair of nice heels. So, if that’s the case, um, you need shoes. Duh.  And I’m sure they wonder why you need three pink shoes, but hey, if it’s summer then you need the strappy sandal or the cute kitten heel.  Wedges (which I don’t do) platforms, heels, flats, pink, blue, silver, green, black with stripes, black with zebra print, and various boots with heels, or not or…. I love shoes, I really do. I love to wear them around a guy. I love that they make me a bit taller than my 5’4″ frame. They make me feel sexy. Heck, they make me sexy.  Shoes bring confidence and a feeling of accomplishment. They are what make women sexy.  So why a guy wouldn’t get a woman wanting to be sexy… blows me away. Granted, yeah, they can make our feet hurt, but still… in pain we are still sexy.

 

Okay, so those are my three things so far that I know confuse guys.  They will shake their heads at certain things and if you discuss it, you can see the blank stares starting. It’s rather funny.

 

I am curious though, does anyone else know of things that totally confuse guys?  Things that make us uniquely women?  Things that they may like we do, but seriously do not get?  Write me and tell me….. Which means, comment below. 🙂

 

Kate (in the glittery pink nail polish)

 

Right For Me – A Poem

472622366Back over my birthday and the week prior I met a darling boy/man, and I was still dealing with new feelings about Boris.  Recently my emotions have gotten the better of me as I watch The Bachelorette and drool over gorgeous men, at the same time dealing with Boris and possibly someone new in my life.  (Online dating can be a whirlwind in it’s own way)

I have had poetry and romance and kisses in my head to the point where I have this perpetual knot in my chest.  I can’t write it all down enough and I am getting stuck and lost in my mind more and more. Fortunately, I was able to capture some of what I’m struggling with in a piece of poetry.  I am titling it ‘Right For Me’ because I’m not sure what else to call it. I think my birthday….. no, pardon Neeko, was the catalyst to all of this.

 

 

 

 

Right For Me

I’m too old for you
Too young for him
Just right for me

I’m too close to there
Too far from here
I’m just in between

My words too long
The story too short
The plot just right

I’m looking back
I’m plowing forth
Just standing still

I like you a lot
I love him a little
I’m happy with me

I wish on you
I hope for him
I dream for me

 

Just a little something to express myself.

 

Kate

 

Saturday Inspires – Men

Men. Gentlemen. Guys. I love them. I collect them, so to speak. Okay, it’s more I collect images of them. Certain actors catch my fancy when they have a specific look. I like Ben Affleck only in Argo. Hence my one image of him. Same with George Clooney… I only like him in a couple things. And this collage does not even express all the other actors and guys I like. I just had these in a file and started selecting. There is a whole host of guys I’d add if I could. Oh, and I should add, all of these guys give me inspiration for characters in books. Though most have not become a character. Only five that I can think of. Tyler Hubbard of FGL, Colin O’Donaghue, Martin Freeman, and Campbell Scott, Alexander Skarsgard, are all inspirations for characters. I have three people I actually know within this list. Two are actors; Jesse James Youngblood and John A. Lorenz, were up filming a movie called Heathens and Thieves a few years ago. I was able to meet both of them and I’m still in contact with them. Great Guys by the way. Oh and my first crush is in here too. Cal. He’s the inspiration for a character as well. But I don’t tell him that. I might make him blush. 🙂

So, whew. I got going. Hence the first image. Happy Saturday, dearies. Signing off Kate

Throwing Three Prompts Into My Life

Okay WordPressers, I am going to throw three The Daily Post prompts into one post.  Why, you ask?  Well, honestly it’s because they all seem to fit together, at least for my state of mind.  That might mean I’m a little off my rocker, but I think I am allowed that. I am

  1. a female. I can do whatever I want, right? (not really, but it’s my prerogative) AND
  2. I met a guy.  That pretty much throws common sense out of the window at any given point. So please bear with me.

First prompt was No Fair.

I don’t think it’s very fair to meet an incredible guy, only to have said guy tell you that you will make some guy very happy someday.  Especially when you have just clicked with ‘this’ guy and by clicked, I mean really clicked.  Then to have the guy leave.

I am a very single girl woman living where there supply of decent, eligible, marriageable men is severely limited. I mean, severely.  I can probably count on one hand the men I know that are somewhat in this category.  The rest of the men my age are either married themselves or are in the sketchy category.  So, when a charming man who is single, has a good job (a really good job) is a marvelous flirt and a brilliant kisser, comes into your life, you kind of want to hold onto said guy.  It’s not fair to have him up and leave.

Okay, yes, he is hiking the PCT.  He does only have two weeks of vacation left before he has to get back to work at a hospital in Portland, Oregon (can I hear a luxurious sigh, because that’s what I did). He does have family to visit. The weather is not holding out.  But come on.  Pretty girl. Interested pretty girl.  Couldn’t you stay? Like one day longer?  Especially when you have had one incredible evening?  Fair. Ha!

Second prompt. Standstill (and this is not in the exact order that they have been in because I have to fit the non sequitur into the last paragraph)

Oh if I could bring time to a standstill.  I know the ‘rules were for today, but the heck with today. I wish I could make that evening stand still for hours longer.  Five hours was not enough time.  I could just replay it over and over for much longer.

I sometimes wish I could have that standstill moment when important things happen.  So that you can really savor the time and the circumstances.  I would make everything last just a little bit longer.  Heck, if I couldn’t have that time stop, at least slow down.  Time flies too fast for me and nothing ever lasts as long as I want.  An amazing evening with an amazing guy not withstanding.

Last prompt. Non Sequitur.

He tried to hit me with a forklift!   Not really, but I feel like I’ve been at least run over and in the process he took half my heart.  (yes, I realize this prompt does not even closely resemble not being related because I made it relate, but honestly, who talks like that? What I mean is, no one ever says he tried to hit me with a forklift, when they are talking about being struck by something)  So now I’m hoping to either have kept a part of his heart, or at least if not that, he will give back mine at some point.  Right now, he gladly has my heart, not that he really knows, and hopefully while he’s still hiking up to Ashland, OR, it’s keeping him warm at night. (we are getting snow down to the 5K ft. line.  brr.)

And I’m breaking the above prompt because here’s one more paragraph.  Connections you make with people are funny sometimes.  You never know when you are going to just click with someone, and sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.  And you don’t know if you are both clicking or if it’s just one of you.  I like to think that we both clicked, but only time will tell.  Do you all care what way it goes?  Probably not, but that’s okay because this is my minor decompressing and also a chance to try relating three prompts.  I thought it kind of fun.

Signing off

~Kate

It Was All Very Civil – Flash Fiction

‘The door jingled as Tim stepped into the Post Office. 

I ignored him.  He ignored me

It was all very civil.’

So, does that constitute as flash fiction?  I was thinking about it today as I went about my business.  This actually happened.  Tim is this guy who stood me up about two weeks ago, then proceeded to make excuses with the F-bomb being dropped every other word in his excuses. Some sort of directed at me.  (yeah, nice guy isn’t he?) Thank goodness he did stand me up.

But I thought that little bit of lines could be flash fiction.

Dear Reader, you tell me.

Signing off

~Kate

Young Men

1015654620e817a22a_largeMost of the men of the town, if not married  with two point five children, were young.  That age when they flaunt their virility, waving it about like a finely feathered bird.  The way they walked, with that little swagger in their hips and butts, or the naughty twinkle in their eyes; a lazy smile that could melt any girl’s heart.  Confidence, or possibly arrogance, oozed off their entire being.  They dripped with sex appeal.

Mia would watch them from her storefront as they drove their pickup trucks, jacked up on higher shocks, or revving their engines, a little sigh of longing fluttering through her breast.  A hint of missed youth causing a twinge.  She had never dated when she was at the age where those young men would have been acceptable.   When she was that age, the men hadn’t looked at her.

 Now it was too late.  Now she was past the time of partying and messing around.  Now she looked at men who were more sophisticated and mature.  A man who was interested in taking care of her, not needing his vanity stroked.

  Even though she was seeing Phil, a small part of her longed for a chance to experience the passions of youth; of letting go and just being in the moment.  Of course it would never happen.  She would never allow herself to ever contemplate it seriously.  But still, a part of her dreamed and wished for a chance.

Flash fiction!  I had a moment and as I watched a host of men in their early twenties drive by today, this thought came to my head. Mia is a gal from a novel I’ve been writing for about six years, but it’s never come to fruition.  Ah, well, it made for a nice bit of flash fiction.  Enjoy.

Signing off

~Kate

Loving Mr. Blue Eyes

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I love when they emphasize a guy’s blue eyes either by using the same color all over, or just making them stand out.

Unfortunately, these are the only two I can think of and the ones I found of Bradley Cooper just didn’t do him justice.  So, if you know of any…. Let me know and I can add them to this post.  I know Frank Sinatra was Mr. Blue Eyes, but well, I never thought he was super good looking.

Signing off

~Kate