Secrets Your Waiter Will Never Tell You!

• The "Special" is whatever they need to sell before it goes bad.  Yum!
• If the dessert on the menu says "homemade", it probably is....by the bakery down the street.
• Even at the best breakfast buffet in the world, 99 out of 100 times the scrambled eggs are made from a powder.
• In most restaurants after 8pm or so, all the coffee is decaf....no one wants to clean two different pots.
• Salads are often made up to 3 days earlier.  They sit on a tray in the refrigerator with lots of other salads until ordered.  Fast, but is it really worth it?
• If you don't like something, don't eat it!  Send it back and order something else!
• Fish is usually delivered twice a week so Tuesday through Friday are the best days to order those dishes.  Or ask when the restaurant get theirs.
• You're more likely to get noticed as a "regular" on Mondays, Tuesdays or Wednesdays.  "Regulars" sometimes get special treatment like an extra glass of wine you aren't billed for or a sample from the kitchen.
• You know that lemon in your tea?  It wasn't washed.  Just cut up and thrown into a big tub that all the waiters reach into when they are lovingly preparing your yummy iced tea.

A Momentary Lapse of Reason Can Lead Us To Ruin

A restless eye across a weary room / A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin / The music played and played as we whirled without end / No hint, no word her honour to defend // I will, I will she sighed to my request / And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test / Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire / I led the way to the funeral pyre / And without a thought of the consequence / I gave in to my decadence // One slip, and down the hole we fall / It seems to take no time at all / A momentary lapse of reason / That binds a life for life / A small regret, you won't forget / There'll be no sleep in here tonight // Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love? / Or was it the hand of Fate that seemed to fit just like a glove? / The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown / The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone // One slip, and down the hole we fall / It seems to take no time at all / A momentary lapse of reason / That binds a life to a life / The one regret, you will never forget / There'll be no sleep in here tonight.
                                                                                           One Slip - Pink Floyd

Inside Out

I try to hide my sins from You
              like so much dirty laundry
                      crammed under the bed.
But You don't look on the outside and You already know
                all the thoughts that are running through my head
          (even before I think them).
You see me from the inside, out -
        my win
              my loss
                    my heart
                          my soul
                                my fear
                                      my sin
                                            my doubt
Still You love me and hear my prayer
                              when all my life is
                                      laid out bare.
       You wore my stripes upon Your back,
                     bore my sins, took up the slack.
Where I fall short, Your grace abounds!
                  When I am lost, there I am found.
        You paid the debt for where I fail.
               It cost Your blood, a cross, a nail.
    Still You endured and sacrificed,
                                             You cried
                                              and bled
                                              and paid the price.
          From the inside, out You've always known me.
                  Who am I ?  Please, Father, show me,
                                                  show me who I'm meant to be.
                                        I surrender all, I surrender me.

About Me....

Some things you may or may not know about me:
I love photographing people, nature and architecture.
Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King are two of my favorite writers and inspire me in my own literary endeavors.
Demi Moore as Lt. Jordan O'Neil (GI Jane) and Wynona Ryder as Susanna (Girl, Interrupted) are two characters I identify with on a deeply emotional and psychological level.
I have an unusual interest in the minds of serial killers.  I am intrigued by the idea that anyone can be one.  I wonder what happens in someone's psyche that causes them to feel no remorse and even find pleasure in things that make "normal" people cover their eyes and squirm in their seats.
If sorting M&M's by color and eating them in such a way that there is always the same number of each color awaiting their fate, or always seeking out a particular spoon or fork to eat with, suggests a bit of OCD, then that's me.
I enjoy spending my time with teenagers (while not pretending to still be 16) and some people think this can only mean that I have lost my mind...but truly, they help me find it.
I have a lot a friends but only a few really know me.
I am learning that it is amazingly refreshing to speak freely and openly with someone I trust and that it is just as amazing to have someone find me trustworthy enough to do the same.
I love to laugh - I mean, REALLY laugh!
I am a procrastinator (yes, I admit it).  I have discovered the reason that I rarely finish what I start is because I am afraid that it won't turn out right; that I will feel like a failure once again.
I dream of someday holding in my hand a book written by me and knowing that it will make an impact on those who read it (which hopefully will be millions of people).
I wish to grow old with my soul-mate, see my daughter grow into a wonderful woman who will consider me one of her best friends and to live by the water again.  (I so miss the sea!)
Above all, I want my life to count for something.  I don't want to be near the end, looking back, regretting all I never dared to do or try for fear of failing.

Quote for the Day

"Find out who you are and do it on purpose."
                                        -A Walk To Remember

Deep Pink

I have always been here.

I have always looked out from behind these eyes.

It feels like more than a lifetime.

Feels like more than a lifetime.

Sometimes I get tired of the waiting.

Sometimes I get tired of being in here.

Is this the way that it's always been?

Could it ever have been different?

Do you ever get tired of the waiting?

Do you ever get tired of being in there?

No need to worry.

Nobody lives forever.

Nobody lives forever.

                                        -Pink Floyd

Why "INK"?

Just in case any of my 4 readers are wondering why I named this blog "INK", here is the answer:
As a writer I am naturally and inseparably attached to my inkpen.  I love the feel of the ink gliding across the paper.  I can't help it!  Call me crazy but the clacking of plastic keyboard keys just isn't quite the same.  So "INK" just seemed like an appropriate, if not somewhat ironic, title.