Giggles...

So this is the conversation I had in my car tonight while driving a friend/co-worker home from an arduous evening of serving (and yes...yes I did just pull out the vocab. "arduous").

(Reaching to hold the dangling pendant from my rearview mirror)...
Fe: "This is cute, what is it?"

Me: "It's a golden snitch. Well a golden snitch missing a wing."

Fe: "I like it."

Me: "Yeah... It helps remind me that life could be worse. I mean at least I don't have Lord Voldemort chasing after me."

Fe: (Giggling) "Well that's good. You wouldn't want Voldemort chasing after you."

Me: (Laughing) "Though come to think of it, with the way things have been going with the guys I've been dating, it's like they're Voldemort in disguise."

Fe: "At least they're not trying to kill you."

Me: (Staring at the one winged Golden Snitch) "You know it's just that every now and then the scar twinges a bit."

Fe and Me: (Roaring laughter)

Yes people, I can make an analogy to Harry Potter with anything. And I must say, life is better for it!

(P.S. The Netherlands have now surpassed France in reading this blog.)

It all started with...

...a bit of bibbidi, bobbidi, boo.
I've been posting nursery rhymes on my Facebook page. (Don't ask how Disney's Cinderella started it all, I have no idea).

Who knows why, but fall seems to be the time to snuggle in ones bed, comforter close to their nose, two cats curled on opposite sides, and a story going through ones head. When I wake up, I think of the nursery rhyme that best fits my mood for the day, and I come up with status posts like this:

Tick-tock, tick-tock...the mouse ran up the clock...
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey...
Baa, baa, black sheep. Have you any wool?...
Goosey, goosey, gander. Where shall I wander?...
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn. The Sheep's in the meadows, the cow's in the corn...
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

My Facebook friends must think a few bolts are loose in my head.


Most post music videos, political announcements, NPR's most current topics, or their recent photograph creations (Dave... I'm talking to you here. Love the black and white of Occupy L.A.).


And then there is me, spouting off nursery rhymes...????....???

I am a daydreamer people.
I daydream constantly.

I make up crazy stories about things I want to do in life, and hope one day I will. I hear things too (not in a crazy way--or maybe it is crazy--but anyway), clips of stories come to my brain and characters talk. I feel an urge to write them down, but I rarely want to get out of my bed, so they just simmer in my mind until I'm ready to lift the comforter and walk with them through my day.

Speaking of walking. It's fall, and that means: The Cons are on the street...

Last year I posted about these crazy shoes. And here they are out and about again. The young girl always comes back to me when I put these shoes on (remembering the three girls who made them what they are). And as they took me down a few paths last night, my mind wandered back to the nursery rhymes, but this time they were jumbled together forming their own story.

Tick-tock, tick-tock... Where shall I wander? With Little Miss Muffet, sitting on her tuffet... the mouse ran up the clock. While eating her curds and whey, Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, waiting for the leaves to fall. Take a goosey, goosey gander.... the cow's in the corn...the sheep's in the meadow and Little Boy Blue is waiting to blow his horn. Baa, baa, black sheep... your wool is strung... and for now this song has been sung.

P.S. If you as a reader make any sense out of this post, please provide me your understanding.

Packing Heat!

A few days ago, I was introduced to a well known author. It was one of those moments where I was waiting for the joke that would come from his mouth about my name (as is the typical case when people I am introduced to hear my name: "Denver... is your last name Colorado?" I can't even fake laugh to this one anymore).

But I was pleasantly surprised. This time, the gentleman looked me up and down (and not in that creepy way some men do), and he said, "Denver. That's a great name. It makes me think your packing heat." And he reached to his side, as if he had a gun in a holster.

So what's a girl to think of this statement except:

"Damn, he's right." I do pack HEAT.

The only thing is... lately I have been lying low. Hiding behind a rock, you might say waiting. Waiting because I have been doing the thing one should never do: Worry about others impressions of you.


I have been told by a few people in recent months I scare them. I have no idea how this could be. Because lets face it, being five feet tall and a girl who typically brings cupcakes or cookies to the party--I'm just not that intimidating. The only explanation I can come up with is they must think of me as a rattlesnake.

You see I do curl up real nice--passive and composed--wrapped in bright vivid colors of red, yellow, black and white. I blend well into my surrounding environment, listening quietly, anticipating.  And then the energy in my being explodes.

And I strike.

I strike with my lips, forming words on topics I enjoy, I debate (the Italian in me), I strike with my opinions and rationale.

I strike....

I can only be me... so stop running scared. Besides... I don't bite... At least not that hard.

This rattlesnake is waking, and she is packing HEAT.


P.S. Italian learned today: Io ho una problema. Non L'ho capita.