.........where are we going

well..

are you people giving me a bit of a surprise... there are a lot of you coming to visit me... my blog is supposed to be my toy.. something i can play with... amuse myself with... like looking in the mirror.. playing with ones face.. the study of wrinkles... a very serious undertaking in analytical streaming... big smile

i was expecting to have to beg some friends to drop in just so i could say i had a visitor... note to self.. a visitor....


so.. whats the deal.. why are you visiting me.. and why are you poking around in here so much... i feel like you are going through my underwear drawers... yes i love to wear g-strings... it took me an hour or two to get used to the rub.. but now i can not live with out it... Tuesdays and weekends that is..

oh...kay... this windiepink blog is about my brain..... nothing else... the things that are important to me... the things i love... i do hold back private matters... but on the surface.. it is me..

there are no commercial ties to this blogg at all.. somebody else is making the money on your visits here.. and this is ok with me.. some body has to pay for blogger..

as to what i write.. and post.. yes its scattered... like my brain.. i have a very high iq... as low as 163 and as high as 205... depends on testing... but who the hell cares... i don't... it only measres what data it happens to trigger... like a pinball machine... the writers play with triggers... and keep fine tuning... i'm not stupid..

if they are so good at measuring intelligence.. then they should collect these sane poeple and get them to solve the worlds problems.. or build us a better car... or lets see...

as for how i write.. yes.. i am a pause writer... this is a special art that few know about... it has nothing to do with what you might think.. it has to do with how i trigger your thoughts... thats all... its a witch thingy...

i leave spelling mistakes on purpose... i do spell check.. if i like the way i have "spelled" it better..live it... hee hee.. that's me... i am very defiant when it come to words...

i think in symbols not words.. and so i love to tease the word crowd... just like i love to tease the leg crowd... i am a slut.. what do you expect... a slut is to be a tease... it is the must... so.. a spelling mistake in the shooting gallery... love it.. the reader has something to do... before they become totally boarded with my write...

i expect smart people to find me.. and of course.. some of you will start to like me... oh no....

roses... i love roses.... and several weeks ago.. the Goddess and i were having a little talk.. She mentioned to me that i want to make sure i smell the roses along the way.. so i have been watching as per her instructions.. and i have smelled a number of very lovely ones since the.... out talk...

well.. this morning i learn that mon-shari.. is a rose judge... my precious Sharon... i can not help but burst into a big smile when i think of her.. she is so full of surprises..

mon-shari... note the rose on my leg... the Goddess and i decided i should get my first tattoo... a present for my 52ND birthday... i was so scared... but i love roses beyond what you can imagine.. enough so as to get a tattoo.. this is not an easy matter for me..

i love my tattoo... a very special artist by the name of Andrea... did the work... she drew it out from a fresh rose she had picked up on the way into the studio... and told me this is what i was going to get.. so shut up and stop shaking... big big smile


yes.. it took three cancellations to get me to finally submit.... i am so thrilled i went past my fears.... i do love my roses..

so mon-shari.... Sharon my dear... i loved your email.. and i will find a place to plunk each one of those roses... worry not..



and as for the rest of you........................................

so.. where are you all comeing from and why... and just where are we going..

this is my brain space... be good.. tiandra....

(rose photo & artwork by mon-shari)