I wanted it to be you…

Time has a way of changing everything.
That goes for almost anything but us.
Always have and I always will remain.
Words from a heart that you can trust.
While others come and go, you can always know
I’m here for you whenever you might need me.

Sometimes if you’re lucky
You’ll find that certain someone
You can always count on to be true.
If I had the choice of only one friend in this world,
You’d know that I’d want it to be you.

You’re still as sweet as a honey bee after all these years.
You’ll always be that funny girl to me.
Season to season well always have a reason
to be the best friends we can be.
“I’d Want It To Be You”

Artist Barbra Streisand and Blake Shelton
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(Deluxe) [2014], Track 6


The Ferment


” The ferment is a dance in which

there is much excitement and confusion

caused by change.”

~ Catnip

The ferment can be unnerving… and exhilarating
It’s a new dance, and I just made it up
Here is an introduction of liquid mixture.

It’s mixing together ingredients, causing shifts,
In an especially slightly irregular motion.

It’s a prodding into brisk or vigorous action
to be bestirred; stirring the hips into a fix.

Roused from being different
prompted into action deliberately provoking
stirred by trouble.

Excited strong feelings, change position
slightly moving about actively
from a unusual place or addition.

To be capable of being stirred
moving a mixture that is easily aroused
affected by strong feeling.

A stirring, mixing, poking movement
And movement causing commotion
A excited chemical reaction
Do the ferment.

God Only Knows -BBC

Recorded to promote the legendary UK station’s new channel dedicated to music, the words God only knows what I’d be without you mean more than ever as the performers sing over the gorgeous sounds of the BBC Concert Orchestra. The song is also being released as a single in order to raise money for the BBC Children in Need foundation, which is, quite literally, music to our ears! Watch the fantastic clip above featuring some of our favorite artists ever.

Read more: Watch BBC Music’s Star-Studded “God Only Knows” Cover | MetroLyrics

Carl Shops Online


When Carl sets his sights on a particular item; regardless of whether it’s a new toy, game, or even a broom; I think he plans in advance how to convince me to buy it for him.

He has a variety of negotiation tactics and rhetorical arguments in their pitch arsenal. If I don’t consent, he may go online and buy it himself. He uses my password with an explanation of benefits to me after the fact.

Bargaining is another strategy, chores in exchange for products is out of the question. If those tactics fail, he resorts to an age-old behaviour as an alternative strategy to get what he wants.

The broom is part of this year’s Halloween costume…why else would a a cat need a broom. oh brother.

Life Above the Mat – Civil Magic

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Life above the Mat, in the Launderette
At the Sultry Suds, it can be interesting,
Occasionally, enough.

I live above the Laundromat
It’s where I met my boyfriend at;
Where I meet all my friends,
My best friend too,
It’s where I fell in love,
Living life above.

It’s a place where we can share stories
And do more than just a load at time,
It’s a pub & suds if you’d like to pop in,
For some fun, sometime.

People come here to wash and buzz,
It’s close to where Jim Bob lives at,
He helps serve and drinks the malt and ales,
Helps for what ails you too, and anything else
If you might want to drink and talk about it.

Well, I have to rent a place, maybe it seems
I’m running out of room, but Jim Bob said,
“I could stay” or something like that
Stack it up if I wanted.

Jim Bob insisted…as long as I don’t interfere
With his sleeping. He gave me my own room, he did!
Give me a free demonstration how important sleeping is
Long as I stay in my own bed; its better he says
But, I didn’t know about things working out like that.

So as he insisted last night when he came by
The Sultry Suds for a stiff one, wanting to try it out
So we got to drinking and Jim Bob got to pouring,
Before long, we were still able to crawl out of there,
We just laughed.

Anyways, we went upstairs, and I sleep in my own bed
Occasionally he says, I can sleep with him
And I said, What am I suppose do I do with that,
And I’m not drunk, and I can’t sleep like a pretzel
Or something like that, I said.

“What do you think this is,” a brothel
Or some weird sex shop something like that, I said,
“I can’t sleep around, like that,
We’re not even married or anything

“Go for it”, Jim Bob said; “I won’t bother you…
I swear,” he said, You want to be my civil partner
And I said, “well I guess; alright then”
Maybe, I’ll try it out, I guess,” I said
But that was enough talking about it.

I just laughed and that’s all I have to say about that
Except that he wanted me to stay and be in a civil,
Whatever that means, long as I don’t have to move out
All my shit out, I said and no pretzel play
I guess it will be alright.

How about that, it’s the first time,
I’d ever seen anything like that,
I never been in civil with my own bed,
And that’s all I know about that.

So life goes on, Life above the Launderette,
It ain’t so bad, because I love Jim Bob,
And he loves me and it feels good too,
To have someone and something like that,
Life can be civil and magical
And we’re still laughing about that;
If you know what I mean….

Magic “Why I LOve You” ~ Day 127


Why is the magic of desire never satiated… and why does our love seem new and why do we feel so much; still so raw and so sensitive.

When do we become the eclipse an the solstice and why do I still long to make love in the mornings; to this passion that is yet to be revealed.

Wondering if we will ever, to be taken that way in the biblical way. Magical almost, and there is a sacredness in companionship of my beloved, and we are forever compromising.

It’s why I believe in you, and my door is always open; Hoping that you will not let me escape this passage; that it is a one in a million chance to have a love like ours…as if we had any real choice in the matter.

Truthfully my beloved, together; I believe there is enough magic here and between us. I want you in every way and everyday forthcoming. It’s why I love you so much; That I cannot help it; I love you, I just do.

Love Cat.

The one my heart loves…


All night long on my bed and I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him and I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets and squares;

I will search for the one my heart loves.

So I looked for him but did not find him. The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city.

“Have you seen the one my heart loves?” Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves.

I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant?

Look! It is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty warriors, the noblest of Israel, all of them wearing the sword, all experienced in battle, each with his sword at his side,prepared for the terrors of the night.

King Solomon made for himself the carriage; he made it of wood from Lebanon. Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior inlaid with love.

Daughters of Jerusalem, come out, and look, you daughters of Zion.
Look on King Solomon wearing a crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.

~ Song of Solomon 3:4
New International Version (NIV)

All I have is love….


I just got here and all I know is that I have is; love for you and it’s inside of me and I can feel you and hear it too as if you were like music; the music that I love. Sounds of soft gradient whispers in this cool night air with blue eyes, soft tears; the night and the rain. Just us.

Its a love growing; its love glowing and changing tempo to the rhythm of long slow wet passionate kisses as if reverberating a lift, always wanting more sweet repeating.

Its about a symphony and the ballad and From here I can taste the fluid melodic memories. It’s a love song shared.

Such love is a grace with such thrills; the remains of a treble’s shrill with no end to a beautiful endless stream of melody. It’s so perfect.

I love to listen to guitars humming of harmony under the sheets: Wild, passionate and scattered; its about the delivery of the finish with after shocks of thought.

Thoughts of you playing all night as we drift between the rafters, where all I have is love…and it still lingers in the air.