"In Confidence"

Monday, 30 July 2012

"In Confidence"

You say you don't know;
But I'm convinced you know better.
Your frequent freestyles
Flow fresh like love letters.
Was taught to see and believe;
But the display case deceives.
If I roll back your sleeves,
Your pulse provides premise.
Short abbreviations bred of more.
Novels galore.
Others will call it a bore.
I want to live in the store.
I want to hold hands
While we converse about past plans.
Your last man is of little importance.
Just divulge your dreams for reassurance.
It doesn't cleave to cry.
Free those eyes.
No sign of forfeit.
Loving tears trace a radiant portrait.
More or less,
I request the opportunity
to go toe to toe.
Let me challenge your stress.
No advantage is best.
No weakness is doom.
The playing field is level;
But two will leave this room.
Only darkness will remain.
You see, misery is vain.
She breaks the light switch
Because she can't clean the stains.
She won't break the chains.
She fancies shackles for bracelets,
Chokes herself with her necklace
And swears that it makes sense.
She wants your company.
You don't need to know why.
She'd prefer you didn't wonder.
Just lay down and cry;
But sunlight peeks bright
Beneath all of the shade.
Snatch off the sunglasses.
Toss them to the masses.
Exes might catch the shade
Like money shot magic.
The response will be subliminal.
It's not critical. Just tragic.
Not even worth your time.
Fine wine and expensive taste.
You're more than spare change;
So my receipt was misplaced.

You say you forgot about it;
But recall it all the same.
Barely chill. Hardly tame.
Lost the will to fight your flames.
Best believe I peep game
Without using the cheat codes.
I call it clairvoyance.
The kids call it beast mode.
Some women sharpen tone
In response to such things.
Others use warp zones
Searching for gold rings.
You crave me?
You want me
To enslave thee?
Pace it, baby.
Time is of the essence
And I know we're growing old
And I know that momma said
Eat up before it gets cold;
But let's savor the vittles.
Slow simmer before we sizzle.
Dial it down a little.
I just love to nibble:
Napkin rests upon your lap
As we exchange table scraps:
Misshapen morsels of mishap,
Fragments of flavored fancy,
Sherry and brandy spilled
Over a table stained with thrills.
Smitten with your glamour.
Warm from sips between banter.
You fit the crease of higher seams:
Closely knit within your dreams
Double stitched with aspiration.
How you peak my fascination.
Reluctant glances at my wrist.
I guess it's time to resign.
Would've fancied a kiss;
But a hug is just fine.
Peace signs exchanged.
We go separate ways.
A week passed by.
Spirits still high.
Bitters still bottled.
Room still glows.
Recent moments are never hollow.
My battery stays low.
Fell asleep atop my sheets.
Pillows strewn everywhere.
Subtle hints of your fragrance
And a hand full of hair.

So fervent.
So fair.
So beautiful.
You confide in me.
You request atonement;
But I'll never condone it.
No need to displace.
Nothing to erase.
Quit hiding your face.
Shame no longer stains it.
Display that loving grace.
Don't you dare contain it.
I stare at your smile
And get lost for awhile.
It resembles a vintage view:
Memories retraced and renewed.
Times of tranquility dashed
By such a dark past.
Lovely longing eyes.
Somber sighs.
Left hand cups your face.
Can't turn away from grace.
Soft skin grazes the fingertips
That gently trace your lips.
Illuminated scene.
Air crisp and serene.
Floor cluttered with worries
Cast among the jeans.
Remember when?
Me neither.
No need to recall
Anything past these halls.
We lay within these walls
With no salvaged regret.
Rest well, love. Never fret.
Live to forgive. Learn to forget.

It's been so long
Since I've heard your love song.
Guitar strings of neglect,
Piano keys worn and wet
From liquor spilled and slung.
Fell from a thousand rungs
Just to climb another ladder.
Thank me in the latter.
It's the morning after.
Just enjoy the laughter.
You feared love like the rapture;
But light shines from the rafters.

When the past is tragic,
We cultivate destructive habits;
But as long as you are willing,
I'll show you that life is valid.

I promise. †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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I have to fund my online shopping somehow...

Hellloooo Monday. I'm feeling a bit of writers block today, as I can't update about my weekend yet because I'm waiting on a few more photos to be sent over from the boyfriend's daddio. We had a really fab weekend but you're just going to have to wait until this week to hear about it! I know, don't all cry at once.

So, the writers block was finally put to rest when I found myself on Kate's fabulous blog, reading her post to a link-up about what she actually does at work. It's kind of fun to see that I'm not the only one who is forced to sit my happy ass in an office chair for 8 hours a day, playing grown up. Emphasis on "playing".

Technically I have two jobs. Or, a job and a career, if you want to look at it that way. By day I am an assistant for a commercial real estate photographer, who also dabbles in professional office portraits (the really boring, serious, lawyer photos where they usually look angry). On most days I prefer to classify my job title as "Photoshop expert" because I'm usually being put to the test to digitally fix something that sounds near impossible. Last week I had to replace all of the windows on a glass building with new windows without glare. Equally as tedious as it sounds and I'm pretty sure I developed carpal tunnel in my right hand soon after.

I get to wear whatever I want to wear, hence the whole yoga pants thing... if you're new here... and I listen to a lot of Pandora radio. Usually ridiculous stations containing 90's pop hits.

 This would be my desk. So clean and organized (we're really busy right now, shut it.). It's big and it's all mine. Ah, the perks of being the only employee. 

I get to use a lot of Sharpies, which makes me really happy. Yes, I'm easily amused like that. Usually I'm in the office alone, my boss travels a lot and sends me images as he shoots so we can get them to clients fast enough to stress me out and force me to drink heavily by 5pm. But really, I like it here. I go about my day as I please, most days, and my boss treats me well.

When I'm not being a Photoshop queen for my boss I'm at home being a Photoshop wench for my own clients.

This is when I'm most happy... photographing peoples in good ol' L-O-V-E! Unless, of course, they're a pain in my ass (dammit!) and then I'm back to drinking heavily. And much earlier than 5 pm.

The rest of this job is pretty self explanatory, I believe. I'm not really one to blab about my photography business here on my little blog, it's just not my style. Or maybe I get enough of it from all of the other photographer bloggers on the web to get my fix. Yeah, probably the last one.

What do you do all day long at work? Go link-up with the bargain blonde! 

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Almond Breeze Review and Giveaway

Sunday, 29 July 2012

Congrats to the winners: RK, Mom24, and Kim!

With all the traveling we did over the past month it was inevitable that upon one of our trips home we would be without some essential ingredient. Of course that would be milk and it was discovered on the morning that Joe planned to make pancakes for breakfast.

Then I remembered I had some Blue Diamond Almond Breeze in the fridge that I needed to try for a review from Moms Meet and this was a perfect opportunity. I received a sample of the new Coconutmilk (Unsweetened) blend.

I've tried the Blue Diamond Almond Breeze a few years ago (Original and Vanilla) and liked the nice creamy taste. It is a great alternative for dairy and soy milk. The Almondmilk is calcium-enriched and contains only 60 calories per glass (half the amount of 2% milk). No one in my family has a dairy allergy so I'm in the habit of picking up regular dairy milk; although I'm going to start buying the Almond Breeze more often after being reintroduced to it.

The Coconutmilk blend is a blend of almonds and real coconut that is also available in Original, Vanilla and Unsweetened Vanilla. I didn't prefer this variety straight out of a glass, and probably wouldn't like the flavor in my cereal, but it worked fine for the pancakes Joe made and in the smoothies I've made since then.

If you're looking for some ideas on what else to use the Almondmilk, or Coconutmilk blends with there are plenty of recipes available from smoothies to breakfast items to soups! All of the products come in refrigerated or shelf-stable and are free from dairy, soy, lactose, cholesterol, peanuts, casein, gluten, eggs, saturated fat and MSG. The products are all natural with added vitamins and minerals.

I have 3 coupons for a free carton of Blue Diamond Almond Breeze to give away to 3 readers. Leave a comment, making sure I can contact you if you're the winner, stating whether you already use Almond Breeze. If you don't, check out the recipes and leave a comment of which one you'd like to try with the Almond Breeze.

Disclaimer: I received this product for free from the sponsor of the Moms Meet program, May Media Group LLC, who received it directly from the manufacturer. As a Moms Meet blogger, I agreed
to use this product and post my opinion on my blog. My opinions do not necessarily reflect the opinions of May Media Group LLC or the manufacturer of the product.

 

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It's Friday and I've got some letters to write!

Friday, 27 July 2012

Can I get a freaking AMEN to Friday?! Finally. Frickity frick!

I'm, once again, linking up with Ashley for some Friday letters.

Dear Boyfriend,

Thank you. Thank you for spending these last 8 months with me. I can't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather fall asleep next to every night and wake up to every morning. I hope for many, many more months (and years) with you. Thank you for drinking boxed wine with me. Thank you for singing me made up country songs when you're in the shower and I'm doing my make up, I proudly provide backup vocals sung in my powder brush. Thank you for always reenacting the construction worker dance from that Cheetos commercial whenever I ask you to. Thank you for putting up with nail polish fumes on a daily basis even though I know they make you cringe. I know one day you will learn to love watching So You Think You Can Dance with me, so thank you for that too. Or maybe you won't. It's ok though, you're still pretty fab.

Dear 25th Birthday,
I really can't believe today is the start of your celebration. I guess I should thank you for falling on a Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the week, so I have a legit reason to celebrate this weekend and next weekend. I've always loved my birthdays and, I guess, I'm warm to you now. I mean I don't know much about fine wine, considering my version of fine wine comes from a plastic bag housed in a cardboard box, but I've heard it gets better with age and dammit, I'm going to be like the wine that is housed in pretty glass bottles with real corks. Bring it on and let the good times roll, baby!

Dear Bride in the Photo Up There,
Thank you for your patience and your kind soul. I've never had a client make me feel so appreciated before. You are just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside... and you're really, really beautiful on the outside. I would kind of hate you if you weren't so damn nice.

Dear Twitter,
That disappearing act you pulled yesterday was not cute. Not only did you leave me in a slight panic, you made me feel really, really lame. I knew I was addicted to you but now, thanks to that little stunt you pulled, I can see just how addicted I really am. I have nothing to say for myself.

Dear GroopDealz.com,
Stop offering deals on so many cute things. I have little to no self control when it comes to online shopping. Also, please stop offering cute things for babies, causing me to want one. There's no room for baby fever in this 25 year old's life currently. Not to mention, I'm clearly not capable of being responsible for a small human at this point in my life. Seriously, I fear for my future offspring. Anyways, stick to the stuff I can purchase for myself. You know, like that oversized "child's bow" I purchased yesterday. For myself... because I'm 5, not soon-to-be 25.



Alright. Time to whip this workday into shape so I can get out of here and get my drink on with the boyfriend and his family. (no, seriously, his mama and I get down. she's amaze.) Have a great weekend everyone! See you Monday with, hopefully, a boatload of pictures from my birthday celebration #1! :)

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If you really knew me...

Thursday, 26 July 2012

I see this little blog trend going around and I'm hopping aboard because I've really loved reading others I've seen!

If you really knew me you'd know that...

this is a totally accurate portrayal of my personality. I love to laugh, joke, and be as silly and nerdy as humanly possible. 

most of the time I'm way too loud and say silly, sarcastic things, which some people consider bitchy. Really though, I'm just one of those strange seeds you have to get to know to understand. 

I was adopted by my dad when I was 7 years old. Had my last name changed, the whole shebang. My mom is my birth mom and it was just the two of us in a one bedroom apartment for the first 7 years of my life. She's my hero! 

I quit every sport growing up but dance. In high school I belonged to a competitive dance group, outside of my high school, and we traveled the country doing competitions. Very much like Dance Moms. No joke, psychotic teacher and all. They were some of the best times of my life, crazy devil woman and all.

my boyfriend is the first guy I've let in since I had my heart broken by my high school sweetheart 6 years ago. I've been in a few relationships since but he's the only one that I lifted my guard for. I honestly have no control over it but I'm really glad I finally found someone to let in. It's a really amazing feeling when I felt so shut down for so many years.

I hate to wash my hair and I swear every time I wash it I'm ruining it. Really though, it takes my hair a good 3-4 days to become unwearable so I only wash it 2, maybe 3, times a week.

I once went through a phase where I was obsessed with the liquor Hpnotiq. Yes, the light blue, fruity shit that people like Lil John rap about. It was the summer after I graduated uhemhigh school and I tore that mofo up. Until my 18th birthday when I became violently ill from it before midnight struck and I was being wished "happy birthday" while hugging a potty at my own party. I guess that's what happens when you don't start partying until you graduate high school. Class, class, class. In my defense, I haven't touched the stuff since that night. Even the smell makes me want to vom.

I have this strange OCD against finishing things. Not projects or tasks, nothing like that... but bottles of hair product, body wash, shampoo, drinks. It's really weird and I have no idea why I do it, but it kills me to use the last of anything.

I have my bachelors degree in fashion design and merchandising and I've never used it a day in my life. I loved my classes but I fell in love with photography along the way and it just, kind of, took over.

I hold grudges like nobody's business. If you betray my trust or stab me in the back there's a good chance I will write you off forever. There have been very few times in my life where I have let someone back in.

I only cry (for sad reasons) when no one's looking. If you've seen me cry because I'm sad you truly know me for me. This doesn't count when I get emotional watching a chick flick and shed a glistening tear. I'm talking mascara ruining, ugly face making tears. 

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