Krisles Embraces Her ADD

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Wednesday, June 1, 2005

Topeka Tragedy

He was driving a truck route for a company that stocked vending machines; it wasn't even his regular route, he normally never left Topeka. His boss had offered him a nice bonus to take over for a guy on vacation just the rest of that week and drive over to Kansas City, Ks. There were only a few... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

It's a Stinkin' Shame!

I just took inventory in preparation for my public confession about my addiction. I am addicted to scent….well, I’m also addicted to taste, touch, sight, and sound….and mind licks but I won’t go there. I am a sensualist - always have been, always will be. It’s getting worse with age, not better.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Quality of Life

Philip Crosby taught that the definition of quality is conformance to requirements. See, if you don’t have a very clear and concise definition of quality you can’t capture it. People talk about quality but have no idea of what they mean when they talk about it….look it up in the dictionary….vague... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

The Cellar - Part 1

I was a story collector even back then. It was summer, I was home from school and my parents had moved so I was staying with a friend in her apartment….my first taste of complete freedom. I had been an over-protected only child who had had to sneak out all my life to do what I wanted to do and now I... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Tears Wash the Dust From the Soul

I just got through reading a comment to an earlier post and started crying….why do I do that so easily? Always have, always will……blessing and a bane. But isn’t everything in our character? Isn’t our greatest strength, when looked at on the flipside nearly always our greatest weakness? I’ll probably... Sign in to see full entry.

The Call of the Night

I can't sleep, I've tried for almost two hours; my eyes burn, I yawn for air. I must need moonlight, I must need to soak up some night. I must have had too much daylight today...too much computer screen. I must have read too many words, heard too much noise. The cats are in the window looking out... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

I Was Just Thinking About How Much I Love My Breasts

Lying here in the early morning sheets, my hands invariably seek out my breasts. They are large and spill out to the sides so that I have to take my hand and form a cup to catch them and gather them up to hold them into shapes I can massage and wonder at. They are truly wondrous, so functional, so... Sign in to see full entry.

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