Luna Ticks

"And when you look up to the sky and see the sun, the moon and the stars—all the heavenly array—do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the LORD your God has apportioned to all the nations under heaven." Deuteronomy 4:19

I see the moon and the moon sees me, the moon sees somebody I don't see. God Bless the moon and God Bless me. And God bless somebody I don't see.

My sleep walking morning routine was different in two ways this morning. First, my cheap Chanel knock-offs that I wear the entire commute fell of of my face and onto the well tread concrete as I was rushing for the 1st Avenue bus. They were crushed underfoot and I was forced to be exposed to the world.

Secondly, the L Train was suspiciously waiting for me as I skipped the steps down towards the idling sound and just one car passed the first, bodies weren't stacked in the threshold. I got on with ease amongst the other straphangers. Then came the MTA announcement that we won't be moving anytime soon as a train refuses to leave the Union Square station in front of us.

Out, up, and onto another bus I go which takes me to another train and so on...

Once positioned on the express, I open up my AM paper with our hero Captain Sullenberger's face on Tommy Lee's body. The headline reads Rock Star Sex.

On the first page is a disturbing article about how drug dealers are benefiting from New Moon's success and preying on the young girl's adoring addiction. NYPD made a significant heroine bust in the city confiscating the illicit brown sugar in bags with Robert Pattinson's face on the front and the words "Twilight" written underneath.

Starting my reverse commute, I walk next to a mama and her young daughter rushing against the light. The little girl is falling behind as she's looking up at the moon on a clear night in NY. She says frantically, "But, it really is following me, it's there every time I look." Mom tugs her arm harder and gives her a dirty smack on the bottom.

Sigh, I smile at her innocence and pray for her time bomb future.

Why am I not making sense? I've been up before the moon set and the sun rose for 3 days now. I didn't see a midnight showing and I'm not even chasing the dragon.

As you're bowing down to the one YOU serve, are you getting what you deserve?

Steamy Sensation

"I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things?" John 3:12

Metrosexual- a young(ish) urban male who is aesthetically sound when it comes to his fashion and physical appearance, spending a great deal of money and time to achieve it, but lacks in the sexy ruggedness or athletic wherewithal of a real man and is equally inept in the bedroom.

Manhattan has a heaping serving....

You know what my main man wants for Christmas...One thing: Big, Black, Steel-toe work boots.

Lord, give me strength.

Oh it's official. In my 33 years of life, I've joyfully discovered I crave a consistent type. The genre that draws me: Working Class rough Irish boys from Massachusetts.

There are three celebrities that don my knees weak list, and today one of them did not let me down. He may be an arousing Southie, but that's got nothing to do with the sweet southern states.

I have been undeniably boy crazy for as long as I can remember. But it has been an eternity since I felt the rapid heartbeat and faint pangs of a school girl crush like the one I felt all over my body today.

Now it wasn't at the moment I caught his broad shoulder lines packed tightly into his snug leather jacket or his chiseled jaw and dimples when he turned to grin broadly at Will Ferrel's ad libs, nor was it when he walked towards me in a slow seductive swagger with his well fit burnt orange tee spread across his hard chest, flashed a toothy smile asked me how I was doing?

No, it was when I received the brutal punch in the abs realizing he had left work for the day. I was stuck without my eye candy and my motivation for being there fizzled out like a once burning hot firecracker and set into a whiny painful mood with nothing to do but call my husband and tell him the Good Vibrations had ceased. And I found myself pining.

I'm not so sure what to do with these emotions but call the casting company and get back on the set as fast as I can shake it there.

Just in case you gals have forgotten....

Do you feel it baby?

Couch Surf and Turf

""Then God said, "I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds of the air and all the creatures that move on the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food." And it was so."" Genesis 1:29-30

Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire

Delivery Day.

Decisions, Decisions.

And since I don't compare eating meat to violently forcing oneself sexually onto another person, like New York princess Natalie Portman does, then my Sunday gastro choices are endless.

Oh Menu Pages and bicycles, how I love thee.

I'm kind of worrying less about Manhattan's brown drinking water and more about the over medicated knife carrying Latino D train riders.

Knowing full well I had a Hershey Bar at the bottom of my purse...but alas, the friendly apartment mouse got to it first.

Just wondering...Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

Granted Power

"Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit."Psalm 147:5

Not a moment goes by when I don't see my Lord and Creator in all things. But way too often life goes on without the acknowledgement. I lift my hands and say Thank You.

This magical time of year has greatly enhanced an already spectacular landscape of a city. Tourists by the drove line up to lace up their Violet Beauregard blue skates to circle Bryant Lake Pond and view the Lord and Taylor twinkling light windows, the 4:30 setting sun casts a magnificent glow on the Flat Iron Building as overzealous shoppers loaded down with bags,line up outside The Shake Shack for a burger with Al fresco ambiance.

The generator hum gives all the Christmas booths electric heat as the blue shivering lips carry on.

I am so utterly blessed to enter my first holiday season in the northeast. And while I am sorry that it will only be a Holiday Tree in the White House, I am comforted in the fact that no matter how much we try to push Jesus Christ from our lives and control...He remains constant and yes, THE REASON FOR THE SEASON. Glittering Gingerbread Houses aside.

No, I probably should not be writing this a 4:45 in the morning. But this city has a way of sweeping you off your feet and carrying you down a path of creamy cold IPA's, cheesy pizza, and raw NWA at high decibels at the pub below our abode along with friends from Atlanta that pop in for 12 hours because life should be lived.

Good night New York. There goes Spiderman in tights carrying the crew home in a rickshaw and here comes my rather cozy double in time for sunrise.

Who did you thank for your breath of life this morning?

For He is With Me

"But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed." Luke 5:16

In a sea of concrete, it's hard to hide, but oh so easy to be alone.

-Sticking to a Budget

"Be good and you will be lonely." Mark Twain

-Losing Sleep
"People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about." Anton Chekov

-Too Responsible

"To be adult is to be alone." Jean Rostand

-Abhor Rejection

“People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.” Joseph F. Newton

-Eight Million People

“When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be

lonely alone.” Tennessee Williams

-Fulfilling a life's calling

“It is never easy to keep reaching for dreams. Strength and courage can sometimes be lonely friends. but those who reach, walk in stardust.” Anonymous

-Just another number

"You lose yourself, No not for pity's sake
There's no real reason to be lonely. Be yourself
Give your free will a chance. You've got to want to succeed..." YES

Do you have somewhere you belong?

Not Your IQ

"I thought, 'Age should speak; advanced years should teach wisdom.' But it is the spirit in a man, the breath of the Almighty, that gives him understanding." Job 32:7-8

Something happened to me as I stared bleary eyed at the 11 hour O'Reilly repeat of Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong giving their honest life experience plug for the legalization of "The Marijuana" (gasp) by prescription use only....(it's a start.)

I flashed back nearly 16 years ago to my senior year of high school and the multitude of afternoons I justifiably spent surrounded by friends, hovered over a glass bong filled with ice cold water and gorgeous hydroponic green bud packed tightly into the bowl. We'd fill our lungs well beyond capacity, throw in some Pharcyde and relish in the comforting and hilarious medicinal effects that smoking too much pot will do.

Sure we did the reckless and harmless ridiculous......We contemplated parallel universes, analyzed Dark Side of the Moon, played trivia pursuit until our sides ached, danced to Cypress Hill , created dialogue games with accents, watched baseball games in the sun, drove my convertible, ate profuse amounts of Los Loros, made out, jumped off high surfaces, and smiled.

Often and fondly, we would contently spread out on a futon, cozy up next to one another and repeatedly watch UP IN SMOKE. And guess what, it never got old.

Today, we seemed to have ceased in regarding our short blessed time here. The simple fact that we are but a tiny speck in the galaxy and a smoking bowl's worth of density in a white dwarf weighs more than a hippopotamus is no longer of relevance. We have decided now to judge each other's character on religious and political beliefs and do our best to attack the other's position of opinion. Gone are the days of blindly watching"Sweet Dreams" which facilitated the origins of our laugh lines...now we scour and frown at the talking heads who don't agree with our already deep rooted biases, rapidly raising our blood pressure and creasing our foreheads at a faster pace then time is already progressing.

Now I'm not saying that just maybe by walking down the marble stairs of my walk up on St. Mark's, entering the plethora of head shops below, and dropping a few bucks on a glass pipe will melt our tensions or bring me the fountain of youth. But what could it hurt?

"Time to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
the Motha Ship of dreams where fiends breast feeds
step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality
until it stood still now your far from a lie
when the truth tantalizes your eyes see we's
already in the skies or outer space
standing here on the face of this earth
to the state to the grid of my turf
where my mom gave birth
to all that she loves be it small to others but yo, its bigger than Love." The Pharcyde

How far have we really come by getting older?

Firing Squad

"If this is so, then the Lord knows how to rescue godly men from trials and to hold the unrighteous for the day of judgment, while continuing their punishment." 2 Peter 2:9

The average cost of security for the circus trial of five terrorist thugs will cost the city of New York, $75 to $100 million with a possible conviction.

The average price for a 50 box of 9 millimeter ammunition is $10.

Two bullets in each with product to spare and a definite outcome we can all go on living with....

Or we can glorify them , continue to ridiculously spend taxpayers money, and risk a vengeful bloodbath.

--SENATOR LINDSEY GRAHAM, (R-S.C): Can you give me a case in United States history where a enemy combatant caught on a battlefield was tried in civilian court?

ERIC HOLDER, ATTORNEY GENERAL: I don't know. I'd have to look at that. I think that, you know, the determination I've made--

GRAHAM: We're making history here, Mr. Attorney General. I'll answer it for you. The answer is no.--

A 14 hour work day filled with cantankerous contractors, four trains, "portraying a youthful" Beergarden Bar Maid next to good ole' Irish Catholic boy Dennis Leary, and experiencing my opinion continually criticized and misunderstood... so forgive me, blowing sunshine just isn't on the evening's docket.

Are we making a huge mistake?