Pizza and rootbeer float...

watched old movies...Arsenic and old lace, think the name is..

With Caramel sauce...

Went to the Michael's Books  store and got 4 new books (new to me) My neighbor said Woken Furies by Richard K Morgan looked the most interesting, and if anyone knows

My neighbor friend took us to the mall....tee-hee-hee...shh, i splurged, went to victoria's secrets and american greetings, bought a sweet little baseball bear...sings, take me out to the ball game! Tea, from Teavana...next, I'm going to get a teapot and kettle from the Greenhouse, I am partial to collecting Le Creuset. The tea I bought is white herbal, 1% caffinated called Silver Vin Zhen pearls, each individually hand rolled.  See? Very Interesting...I think my friend Loren wants me to get an YouTube account...what is my resistance....hmmmmm.....

Well, things always could be worse...

fine

Stacey Peter's Bathroom Art

Drew these in my van (lived in it for 7 mos) 
p.s. using trebuchet font HA HA I always crack myself up...

Pot holderz

Ok, here are a few...

Happy Father's Day...I'm everybody!

no not really!

Father's day story or prose TBD...

Deep Fried Onion Rings

(Tried to get a "Recipe Box" with the Food Network people but I'm still learning the workings of email, apparently)


Tonights dinner *ugh* fattening...


Onion Rings
Self rising flour
1 onion
water in flour mix until desired consistancy 
vegebauble oil heat on high until sizzle pop sound. 

Fry until desired golden color. 


picture to be added later after I figure out how to do that.  Hmmmm....

May 7the 2012

Clover
by Stacey M. Peter

I'll surely get there
Ill slowly get there
I always have good ideas
Because
I'll surely get there
I'll slowly get there
Because
I'm always clever
Because
I'll surely get there
I'll slowly get there
I'm always coy.

Rooms (prose)

Rooms
May 8the 2012
written by Stacey M. Peter (upon moving into new apartment)

Love you
Love you loving me
I'm in your room
Loving you
Not me
Not him
Loved you

Latest prose;
written with Max and neighbors stirring in my mind... who are they... what do they know... want...need... where did they come from...where are they going...
???
May 1st 2012 written by Stacey M. Peter
My Eyes are a Story
Oh mine eyes
hurt, sting, burn
My eyes are yours, 
Your brain
Your thoughts
Oh mine eyes
hurt, sting, burn
My eyes aren't mine
Your feelings,
Your heart
Oh mine eyes 
hurt, sting, burn
You see
I don't know why 
You can't see
Oh mine eyes
hurt, sting, burn
My own eyes 
are my cage

Not your own cage

anyone related to her?

My aunt, Dad's lil' sister.

 After and before...
Chinese Roses...

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003777018785

my child!

is this your child?

Yeah! Civilization!

posting fom mi phone!

U inspired me...

A few sonnets from: 7 types of Ambiguity by W. Epsom

Come, seeling Night, Skarfe up the tender Eye of pitiful Day
And with thy bloddie and invisible Hand Cancel and teare to pieces that great Bond That keepes me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes Wing to th'Rookie Wood.  Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse, While Nights's black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse. Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still; Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: So prythee go with me.

I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to you fair no painting set, I found (or thought I found) you did exceed, The barren tender of a Poets's debt: And therefore have I slept in your report, That you yourself being extant well might show, Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow,
This silence for my sin you did impute, Which shall be most my glory being dumb, For I impair not beauty being mute, When others would give life, and bring a tomb. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes, Than both your Poets can in praise devise.

O more than Moone, Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare, Weep me not dead, in thine armes, but for beare To teach the sea what it may doe too soone, Let not the winde Example finde, To do me more harm, then it purposeth, Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most, is cruellest, and hasts the other's death.


Happy Birhtday Lynnde Taylor Sis...
31 years February 21st.