Because I'm Really Nekkid Without Him

This has really and truly been the day from hell. I can't believe how hard it is to do nothing.

Just so you know -- there is no price tag too steep to keep me from him. Yes, airfare was ridiculous, but that was only one hurdle: we have kids here that needed a parent/guardian who could take care of them properly. My mom is not well enough, though she offered. We have workers coming in to do more stuff in the kitchen. We have a legal proceeding that must be attended too. We have stuff, and the bottom line is that I let him talk me in to staying put.

I'm just amazed at the outpouring of love for my LoveBug, including you Texas Bloggers who have offered to go see him in my stead. You know, he has lots of friends there who attended the meeting with him, but knowing that MY friends are representing just makes me feel warm and tingly. It's the small comfort in the midst of the big bad.

He sailed through the surgery and we've spoken during his lucid moments. He's sore, but not too uncomfortable. The staff at Medical City have been absolutely wonderful. Even the recovery nurse has called me to see if I needed anything.

I do, of course. I need my husband home, or I need to be with my husband. I'm more than half-nekkid without him. I'm fully exposed.

This is Funky, and that is all.
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The Song in My Head

"It's all about the song in my head, the one where the audience is all dead"

-- Boys Night Out

This is the last of my Mirror Images series. I thought it was appropriate that it landed behind my Idol Confessions.

I know you sweet ones of HNT have about 200 or so half-nekkid folks to catch up with this evening, so I'll keep this short.

Once upon a time I had a vision -- literally. That vision grew into a song. That song grew into a love of songwriting. That love once saved my life.

But the song in my head these days --



This is Funky, and that is all.

Hello, Beautiful

If you remember the HNT from before the holidays, you remember that I utilized my daughter's desecrated mirror with surprising results. The commentary provided through a teenager's song catalogue added an interesting dimension to getting nekkid and baring skin and soul.

This is another shot from the series, Mirror Images.

As my daughter leaves her room each day for school or play, I can only image she takes one last glance in the mirror.

The words, "Hello Beautiful" follow her out the door.

How beautiful is that?

All our mirrors speak to us, but not often are they so kind.

"Your gray hairs are returning." "Oh look, a new wrinkle." "Those jeans look funny. Have you gained weight?" "Maybe you should try a different hairstyle."

I'm thinking it's time to take out my perma-marker and shut my mirror up, once and for all. That's a resolution I can really get behind -- or in front of, as the case may be.

What does your mirror say to you? After you tell me, go see the bOSs.


This is Funky, and that is all.