I have moved every February for the last 3 years. No reason to break the streak. This will be my 4th February move in 4 years! Last year, I realized that my friends were done and I hired movers. The only continual Dizz mover has been my dad. Who, god bless him, took a day off of work to help this year. I’ve become very good at scheduling, packing and coordinating moving. So good in fact, it could be a side job.  Hopefully, please cross your fingers for me, my new home is one that I will want to stay in for a while!

Today is my Aunt Karen’s birthday.  I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful Aunt.  Growing up I only had one and luckily, she was always ready to spoil me rotten.  What I love about my Aunt Karen is that she will go above and beyond to make anything that is important to you feel special.  She’s willing to make a big deal about anything and it is because she really truly does care.  The family calendar, she single-handledly remembers everyone’s birthday and ensures that everyone else remembers.  So, on this day, I hope we all let her know just how special and wonderful she is.  My life is such a better place to be with her in it.

Aunt Karen if you’re reading (and I know you’ll check this) I LOVE YOU!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 My friend Crystal is incredibly talented.  One day she will write the next great vampire novel.  In the interim, we get to enjoy some great poetry just in time for spring.  The second stanza has me in poet envy…  why didn’t I write that?

Ritus of Ver (Rites of Spring)

Spring whispers

in my ear tonight,

tells me it is waiting,

brushes my arm with warm

fingers and races

through my hair.

The caress of Spring,

the memories of Summer,

when the heat would rise

and I would bloom.
 

My sweat-slick thighs

sticking and sliding

across the vinyl back seats

of borrowed cars.
 

My hair twisted

catching in the grass

on the nubby edges

of dirty blankets.
 

The moon blotted

out by crisp, dark hair

shoulders pinning

me to the earth.
 

The boys became

werewolves

when the sun

went down.
 

Pulsating pelts of fur,

growling

tearing

sticky trails drying

on my neck

and thighs.
 

Spring murmurs,

you were a vampire

calm, pale

lapping every drop.

(c) Crystal Tabor-kosak

Over the weekend super wonderful boyfriend took me Go Cart Racing with all of his brothers.  The boys lapped me twice, but I had a great time!  I just need to practice, next time they’re going down!