Monday, November 16, 2009


The very best way to do this would be...on an upbeat note. Here it is. I'm off and so many thanks to some many true beings.
For everyone else, just keep on breathing.

GONE FISHING!

Friday, November 13, 2009

hell's bells







(used interjectionally to indicate vexation or surprise.) I looked up vexation too. We're just going to call all of this.....all of that.



The Vatican has now given the all-clear for Catholics to believe in life beyond our planet. The Rev. Jose Gabriel Funes, Jesuit Director of the Vatican Observatory stated in an interview that our universe is too big to rule out "additional forms of life even, intelligent ones."

In an interview called "The Extraterrestrial Is My Brother" published in the Vatican newspaper (L'Osservatore Romano) Funes explained that ruling out the existence of aliens would be like "putting limits" on God's creative freedom. He also assured doubters that it doesn't contradict with their faith as Aliens could be among God's creatures.


So now that all of that's settled, I guess they can Visit?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Rain

video

Now......one more time, with your eyes closed.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Godspeed


Infinite Thanks.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Redacted


Remove privacy information like names, social security numbers and account information from documents before sharing with others. Have you ever seen anything that's been edited in such a way? I suppose it must be qualified by your security clearance position or maybe just your position on the planet. Like a book you might be taking into the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I've seen such books. Thinking in 1988 how fun it is to make it up as you go and then knowing it's not funny at all. It's still not funny.

It's not quite what we perceive our lovable caring editor to be, is it?

Who IS the Redactor?

plan/contrive/frame/fix/arrange/shape/construct/formulate/produce/manage/edit

Monday, November 9, 2009

last day!

E V E R Y T H I N G S A L E




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HORCHOW, just so you know.






I've been shopping. Web hopping. There is a pot of carcass on the stove. The tree is up in the living room. The tree I ordered a month ago from Balsam Hill. I wanted to tell you when it arrived but for the life of me, the life I want to keep for a bit longer, I was not going to be the messenger of any Christmas tidings. There I said it. Christmas. Our perfect adorable well groomed, OBEDIENT cute little tree...needs a skirt.






Not this one. I don't particularly care for this one, which is pretty peachy keen and it cost $1300.00 usd. So it is a very good thing that I don't particularly care for this one, in particular. Imagine the terror my poor cat has suffered at all the noises I've been making the last 45 minutes. Worse than he lovingly indures on Sunday's when a bonehead shows up on the field and swipes my ball...TOTALLY never intended for him-JERK!





Tree skirts. Good grief.






We had Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday, hence boiling bones today. We will be gone that week as we were last year. Stuffing a turkey into the mix, the tail end of November, so close to the December turkey mix just turns into Honey Baked. They have already contacted me to let me know I could have ham for Thanksgiving. Nice. I was so thrilled to order one last year, delivered on December 23rd and right to my door. Can you even imagine?






Have you done a Honey Baked Ham line? Good grief.






Sounds of the Season, courtesy of Brighthouse, are piped through the house as well today. I was doing Smooth Jazz last week and saw the reminder note at the bottom of the screen and wondered what I had been missing my whole life. What sounds made Thanksgiving? Hmm!






Christmas music! Good grief.






So here I am after pie for breakfast. Pear Pie. Muah, Sir Anthony. Yummy smelly kitchen, wafting thourgh the house. Soft sweet Seasons, trickling down the hall and a partridge in my Christmas tree.




Is that a Partridge? Good grief.









Friday, November 6, 2009

"pulling a Reichle"



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Please read...'Who was Hal'


Thursday, November 5, 2009

CULLED

So, of course, I looked it up. I love the Internet. I adore Google.
This after a report I was reading on the H1N1 flu.

I also recently received an e-mail on discerning the differences between a common cold and the H1N1 flu as symptoms. Duh!

But misconceptions spread quickly during the early stages of a new disease outbreak. In Egypt, authorities culled some 300,000 pigs — even though there was no evidence that the H1N1 virus was circulating in these pigs or was actively passing from pigs to people.
Read more: http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1895184_1895183,00.html%20/%20ixzz0W1GSC4V8

Well according to Merriam-Webster, they were not culled. They were not even slaughtered, that’s specific….”the act of killing, specifically: the butchering of livestock for market” Humans can be slaughtered…’killing of great numbers of human beings (as in battle or a massacre)”

I understand the fear. Better safe than sorry? Panic isn’t a topic for discussion, at any time. It just is. After the panic, sanity? Maybe.

The pigs were killed, that’s all, not culled.

I smack of pompous as I be smacked down.

Monday, November 2, 2009

NOVEMBER

Fruits of Nature Footpainted by Prof. Manuel Rivera



"We make a living by what we get; We make a life by what we give."

Winston Churchill

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

WESTBOUND!

I'm leaving for San Franciso tomorrow for a week, to join a cult. it's a seminar Then I'm going to San Diego for a week, to see my boss, ruler of all the world, she who must be obeyed. She's 16 months old now, pretty sure she has new orders for me or needs a cookie. I will be home on Nov. 1st.

SO! Play nice, don't burn the house down and no parties {without me!} xo

I've also hired a PI to follow you around, so do not pick your nose in public.




Live now like it's Heaven on Earth.
Petie

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

STOP TALKING

"Their collective goal is to develop a unique horde of applications and release them swiftly to consumers, no matter how long the process takes."

What does that mean? I tried reading it in the mirror. It didn't make any more sense standing on my head either.

It looks exactly like that only different.
This has impacted my life so dramatically, I've done a 360*
As far as we know, our computer has never had an undetected error.
The spontaneous rally will begin at 1:45.
A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls.
Sure, it’s going to kill a lot of people, but they may be dying of something else anyway.


“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the the universe.”

ALBERT EINSTEIN


I do feel a bit frazzled at times. My faith is wiggly today.




Corpse of a STAR

This shell of hot gas is the remains of a star which exploded around 30,000 years ago. (Credit: NRAO/AUI)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

NEVER in all my life, have I been,




THIS CLOSE, I spy! Is he beautiful? I forgot to breath.
I'm maybe 6/7 feet away from him. So incredible!











but this one..I captured.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Colors of Fall


mouthpainted by MARIUSZ MACZKA


"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Albert Camus

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

62* and then there's Mercury...


This image, just returned to Earth early this morning, is the newly imaged terrain located in a wide vertical strip near the limb of the planet (on the left side of Mercury’s partially sunlit disk). Credit: NASA/Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory/Carnegie
Institution of Washington.
A NASA spacecraft that completed its third and final flyby of the planet Mercury yesterday, snapping new pictures of the innermost planet, had a small data hiccup that has delayed release of the images, mission engineers said today. Andrea Thompson.


A Small Data Hiccup! Seriously? S e r i o u s l y!



They should call me. They never do and they just should. I could tell them she goes direct today. Although masculine, I believe all planets, like cars are 'hers' and not hims.


Feels like an incredible mammoth sweep of sighs. That feel of Fall yesterday was unmistakable and now this morning as I came popping out of my bedroom to an abrupt halt in the hall.....it's cold. I dislike being the messenger to be shot (upon sight) but.........A large area of numbingly cold temperatures will predominate from roughly east of the Continental Divide to west of the Appalachians. 2010 Farmer's Almanac. Like an ice cream sandwich.


Tomorrow is October and I'm on a roll. Since I'm already in trouble (most usually).....oh I just can't. Somebody else say it first........................hurry, I have stuff to tell.
Have you been to Lowe's?

DIRECT

COLD

OCTOBER

wham!

Monday, September 28, 2009



Florida Inmates Turn Up the Heat in the Big House
By JULIA ROGERS, AOL SMALL BUSINESS
Posted: 2009-09-17 19:04

Getty Images
 



A new group of small business entrepreneurs are taking the spotlight at Tampa, Florida's Hillsborough County Jail. Inmates at this minimum security facility are brewing and selling their own line of hot sauces. Even more unique than the sauce itself is the inmates' decision to embrace the unique product's roots by building the brand entirely around a prison theme, naming the condiment "Jail House Fire Hot Sauce" and using gripping slogans that include "So Lethal" and "Murder on the Taste Buds."The original mastermind behind Jail House Fire Hot Sauce was a Cuban inmate who complained of the tastelessness of prison food and wanted to make improvements. The former inmate turned to the jail's horticultural program, run by Allen Boatman. The voluntary program offered only to well-behaved, trustworthy convicts granted special privileges -- "trusties" -- involves educating prisoners about growing plants, trees, herbs and vegetables and getting them to help maintain a working garden. At Hillsborough Jail, this garden includes over 1,200 different pepper varieties.
Some intensive recipe research led to the development of three different hot sauce flavors, available for $3 per 1.5-ounce bottle and $7 per five-ounce bottle at the jail itself, or online at http://www.jailhousefire.org/. "No Escape" packs the most punch and issues a warning for the "faint of stomach." "Smoke" is less hot than it is flavorful, seasoning food with a smoky, almost barbecued/chipotle flavor. "Original" is a mild hot sauce with a fruity taste that has become a favorite among customers who like to have a trusty stand-by hot sauce on hand.

Thursday, September 24, 2009



How much fun there is to be had, all over the internet. I foresee all kinds of squawking threats over this one but don't you really see the museum quality of this moment in time?


Make yours Museum Quality too.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Vista del Valle
I was there in ‘99. We were five for lunch and the only patrons. There was a little girl at this restaurant, younger of the owner’s daughters, that I realized was very taken with my necklaces. Beads, just plain ol sparkly plastic beads, 3 or 4 strings. We played eyeball/grin tag for awhile and after we were all finished eating everyone else went out onto the deck. I crooked my finger and she looked at her bigger sister. With permission she moved a couple of steps closer and I held out a string of beads. Her eyes went 'deer in the light' and she raced back to her sister. There was a little scuffle of Go....no, you GO...until the older sister came and got the beads and put them on her. The eyes, the smile that radiated from her beautiful little face are forever in my mind. I joined our crew on the deck for a local beer and a view to rave about. As we were tromping back through the restaurant there was a bit of production between this little girl and her parents and I wondered if I had made trouble of some sort. This little girl was making a very strong case about something and although her parents were smiling at us, they were not making their daughter very happy, Jerry's response to all this was..."what kind of Petie mess are we in now?' There was an object being passed back and forth from daughter to Mom that seemed to be causing the heated debate and close to tears plea. Then it was done. Mom went back into the kitchen (sorta), Dad went behind the counter and the older sister shrugged her shoulders and started to clear the table. This little girl (back turned to us) stood stock still with her fist clutching the thing of debate and her arms, by her sides, solid steel stiff for about 5 seconds. In that time her Mom was watching, unseen by her, from the kitchen doorway and her Father was playing busy but watching and the sister was clearing the table but watching and we could not help but standing stock still ourselves and watching. She whipped around and was completely pissed off. She stomped right over to me so I went to my knee with a smile. With eyes locked she told me……I love my new necklace and thank you very much for this beautiful gift, (she had her beads in her hand) this is a white-winged-dove (she had opened her hand to show me the bottom of the wood piece where this was written in English) it was painted by my sister (she had moved closer to show me the tiny painting on a piece of wood and then pointed to her sister) and the wood was carved by my Dad (she turned it over to let me see the carved woodwork and pointed to her Dad) Then she looked at me (with a huge smile plastered all over my face) and smiled. I could not help but give her a hug and she handed me the prize. I was so completely charmed with the story (entirely in Spanish) that I didn't see the gift coming. So with a small gasp and wide eyes I seek the parents, who are both behind the counter with plastered smiles and a nod for me. I take the gift and am speechless for the moment I take, to completely examine my beautiful new treasure. I look back up to her eyes and we are all smiling. I say gracias. She spins around and races to her parents. I was gifted this carved/painted knick-knack ****THAT I DATED**** and keep on my desk. She didn't want to give it to me, she wanted her parents to do it.
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Friday, September 11, 2009

I BEG TO DIFFER


Hating does change the world.
They are not confused.

I still cry and I will never forget.

The Black Day

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Moonlight

Is this so brilliant beautiful? You are all welcome to this
amazing art by Celeste that Nancy, gorgeous and gracious as always, is sharing with every inspired blogger she has ever read. That's all of us, she said so. Thank you Nancy this is so cool.






MOONLIGHT by Celeste
Moonlight in this case represents the glorious brain-sharpening, mood-enhancing experience one feels when reading or seeing something inspirational in other blogs. Something that sets the tone for the rest of your day, puts a smile on your face, stimulates your work, or makes you feels awesome about life. It is not often one feels wonderful. But some days, some blogs do just that, Celeste Maia.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

09-09-09


Last ever for a long while single digit date. A quadrillion weddings. ipod release date was not on it's usual Tuesday. Some marvelous, surely, movies were realeased and Mercury is raging retrograde. TA-DA! I hope you all had a myriad of momentous monumental moments today.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Walk in the Rain

mouthpainted by Paular Mustalahti



"Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall"


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, August 21, 2009


oh woes is me oh i am woe oh woe. Whoa!

I mentioned my Dragon awhile back. My Dragon, (oh really?). I lived in a Barbie Doll House when I first moved to Florida. 612 square feet. It was magical. I had to scoot to the end of my Hyde-a-bed to get into the bathroom at night. The hall to the back door was my closet and I converted the dark room into a kitchen. There was a double door to the front of the house that I would open wide when it rained. There were two masterful Oaks, right out the front door with a huge round wooden table set between them. ROUND. A two-burner stove top, microwave, toaster oven and the cutest almost refrigerator I've ever seen, culminated my culinary equipment. Not a dorm model, this one came to my chin....so cute. I spent my very first ever all alone for Thanksgiving/Christmas in my cute little house. That was magic too. This house was a hobby shop on my best friend's Mom's place and she said I could put a kitchen in it and stay as long as I needed to. Double edge there because my friend/her son had HIV and was expected to live there when the time came for him. I was proud and pleased to be able to help also by getting that little hobby shop, livable.


Best laid plans......oh oopsie. I just don't always understand stuff. My Dragon eats rose thorns like they are candy. He loves them. I know this because there was a day I needed roses. That day, right after I had cried myself to sleep. For my very soul they were in my home. I was already a bit wounded so with great care and kindness I snipped every thorn tip from every stem. I had all these rose thorns in the palm of my hand. Palm spread wide, oh no wonder, I took myself to the front porch and looked up the hill at the Nasty Ogre's Hovel. I tossed the thorns and I didn't cry anymore. Well, needless to say.........yes of course, My Dragon showed up. I have always referred to him as My Dragon but truth be told.......I am his pet. I know you are not going to believe my luck but the next best thing My Dragon likes to eat after rose thorns is.........Ogres.


Ah kind gentile people, this heart wrenching tale of woe and weirdness of around the year 2000 comes to the light of day now because I will have lunch with the Ogress, tomorrow.

film at 11:00.

Monday, August 10, 2009

So? Not very funny! ok, a little but not..OK! stop laughing!

Aug 11th 2009 By Nick Prueher

Cuba Runs Out of Toilet Paper
Weird News
Cuba, known for its abundance of vintage American automobiles, baseball players and Buena Vista Social Clubs, has found itself in the middle of full-blown Cuban Toilet Paper Crisis.The state-run company that manufactures the country's T.P. supply, Cimex, said they are currently unable to produce or import enough raw materials to make more toilet paper until at least December. "The corporation has taken all the steps so that at the end of the year there will be an important importation of toilet paper," said a Cimex spokesperson. Meanwhile, President Raul Castro announced budget cuts last week that slashed imports by 20 percent. That, combined with the raw materials shortage, has led to the rapid disappearance of toilet paper from store shelves.Until more supplies are produced, citizens are encouraged to conserve toilet paper by tearing off fewer squares, switching from two-ply to one-ply or using cigar wrappers.

It is not illegal to send packages to Cuba....is it?

Saturday, August 1, 2009


I know this feeling. OH MY! Although looking so very realistic, I think that is really Eddie Murphy in costume for Madagascar. I have not been to the Wild Animal Park since there was a Girl Scout Troop for me to escort. 1984 maybe. Maybe next trip out there I should take the girls and visit.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Mars Hoax




This is an e-mail hoax, started right after the 2003 closest sighting. I didn't Snope this, I'm sorry.


Something to look forward to this summer.

Mars The Red Planet is about to be spectacular! This month and next, Earth is catching up with Mars in an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the Last 5,000 years, but it may be as long as 60,000 years before it happens again. The encounter will culminate on August 27Th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles of Earth and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky. It will attain a magnitude of -2.9and will appear 25.11 arc seconds wide. At a modest75-power magnification Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. Mars will be easy to spot. At the beginning of August it will rise in the east at 10p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m. By the end of August when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30a.m. That's pretty convenient to see something that no human being has seen in recorded history. So, mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month. Share this with your children and grandchildren.




NO ONE ALIVE TODAY WILL EVER SEE THIS AGAIN


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Cocoon.


So. I think I want an Ipod. Some of you wonder what planet I've traveled from? Some of you have no clue of what I speak? I've been researching and have decided I have no idea what I'm up to. So. Your input would be great. What do you have right now and what do you wish you had that might be better? Should I wait until Verizon offers Iphone? Should I wait until September when Apple updates Ipod? My girlfriend in California is harassing me to get with it. She swears I will be a much better person with one. My text messaging is starting to get fuzzy for me. When are they gong to offer bigger print for those? OK FINE, I'll get glasses. Drat, darn, poop. Shit, if you really want to know. If I order one from Apple I get free engraving. THAT makes me giggle. If I order one from Wal-Mart I get a choice of 3 options from a bundle package. Best Buy doesn't give me squat. I did go right to the Apple products. Anyone else make them better, bigger, new and improved?

Monday, July 27, 2009

Pigs in Paradise Pokes



Some people just crack me up. Thank God. That and my concealed weapons license has lapsed. okokok just kidding, really. I love this planet, just hope it stays glued together until they yank me off of it. I am not humble just stupid. This is where I'm going for my next vacation. Right here. I've always wanted to come back as a pig, now they have their own island, something I've strived to aquire for myself. They have mud bath spa days, on demand. They always have curly tails. They are forever shapely. They are smart, very smart. They have cute shoes, Comemon....those are peep toes. All their babies are adorable and they mind. AND THEY ARE PINK and they have fun. Then when it's all said and done....you're bacon. Everybody loves bacon. Live Love Laugh Lots.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

NEFARIOUS






There is a Latin crime in there somewhere. I think it sounds like a village in a pure forest of elves. Yes, tis true I am Princess LOrion from Nefarious. It did however pop it's evil little self into my horoscope for today. I am notoriously regaling on any possibilities of conspiracy so when I am handed permission to beware of "nefarious plans" I will run with it. The word just makes me giggle. Something you would catch the 'wizard' trying to get away with behind that big scary curtain. It's a fun word. But I guess as the stars have alerted me it is my responsibility to pay some attention if Snidely Whiplash knocks on the door. Until then I'm going to root around in these just to make sure there are no gangsta bugs running amok.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

East Bound Bees.



We're flying home to Florida today and these will be my travel companions. Someday...........

I intend to get caught in my pajamas.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009




Money is a powerful aphrodisiac but flowers work almost as well.
Robert Heinlein 1907-1988



A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers.
Chinese Proverb

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Jade Ladies


Modern. Old World. That's what I am....Old World, as long as it means something really cool. Great stuff to be said on both accounts though, I suppose. I know I can't be modern because I hear my Mom saying something about crap music but in my voice??? I guess that's all right too. I'm not a country western music kindna fan.
Even with y'all insisting it's so purty and modern too. All I hear is your dog has fleas. I've been to a Metallica concert....oh well of course not by choice but hey hold on there a minute pardner. I have to admit....witness to some very major talent with Metallica. I love Bocelli, can't take me anywhere.

The very dark green Jade Lady was purchased in Japan. 1954.
The very pale green Jade Lady was purchased in Hong Kong. 1985.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Girls are Sneaky.

My Aunt used to say that a lot when I was a kid. It always pissed me off. Of course at 13, I think a bunch of almost everything pissed me off. I was on a planet of........oh crap, I have no idea but for sure I was on the wrong one. I have two cousins that, well, that's not even right. There are more cousins but they came later so are much younger so don't count. When you grow up around a boy cousin, 2 years younger and a girl cousin 5 years younger the unfamiliar little ones hundreds of miles away, don't count. Sorry, when you're 10 years old, those are the rules. My Aunt was THE best person in all the world to try and squirt some sense into us. Ketchup to be precise. Boy cousin and myself, we'll call him Peter, were best buddies until we weren't then someone could get close to dead. We both picked on the girl cousin, we'll call her Davia until it was getting out of hand then I'd try to kill the boy cousin, oh yeah, Peter. Seems pretty balanced to me. We were at the beach. Every Day my AWESOME AUNT would drag us all to the beach. Peter being an Aquarian also was very smart, probably why we were so sympatico. Sometimes he would to my surprise, turn into a complete idiot at which time it was my responsibility to kill him. Mostly my AWESOME AUNT thought we bickered alot. We really did not. I think it was Aquarian speak. I can see however that a heated intellectual discussion between two smart kids ages 9 and 11 could drive a normally AWESOME AUNT to calmly pick up the ketchup bottle off the picnic table at the beach and squirt her son in the chest with it. I was speechless. So was Davia. So was Peter. Please take a moment to sit quietly and think with me....while my AWESOME AUNT picks up the mustard and shoots me. I was speechlesser. No words.... and Peter picks up the abandoned ketchup weapon and blasts his mother. It honestly does take other world time warp slow-mo for complete pandemonium to break out. It was WAR.

Friday, July 10, 2009

West Bound

Off to San Diego to see Little Miss Phaedra. Ruler of all the world, she who must be obeyed, Oh yes and of course my daughters. Makes me miss my parents all the more. We were passing the San Diego airport once when my oldest daughter was 4 and she announced she wanted to see Grammie and PaPa. It took me 20 minutes to figure out she thought they lived there. Phaedra is 15 months old now, I'm sure she'll have the drop on me within 3 minutes of arrival. I'm taking my vitamins and something to bribe her with. Bon Voyage to me, Happy Days for you.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Truly Small


Two story shopping. I wanted to ride in the cart. I think this looks like something foreign. Such a very small world. We had the use of a business associates condo for the holiday weekend and bumped into a young girl that used to waitress at a restaurant very close to where we live. She has been stateside for 2 weeks, just back from one and a half years in Holland. We haven't seen her for 3 years. We live 80 miles from this condo. Somebody much more qualified than myself do this math for me AND EXPLAIN??? I spoke to her boyfriend while entering the pool, he has an eyebrow ring, I asked him about it. She came over later and asked me if mine hurt while getting pierced. I didn't recognize her. She did me but wasn't sure so came over, started a conversation and immediately knew my voice but not why. LATER, all in the pool together, they came over started chatting, asked us where we were from. Jill, it was Jill. I couldn't believe it. Still hard to wrap my pea-brain around. While telling us the living of their beach world she mentioned a two story grocery store and wondered if you had to pay at upper and lower registers. I had that answer.




oh sorry......San Diego, CA. Target.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Here Comes The Bribe.


My cousins in the middle? Went to girls lunch out and then a movie today. Will definitely bribe Mr. Frank into going for an evening show and dinner. We wandered upstairs to take a peek and got a grand tour. Very very nice.



The Proposal.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009






Sunrise



.......................................Sunset

Home Home Home and a lovely time was had by all. We have decided to liquidate our entire portfolio and move to a condo on the beach. Dreams. We would have to trade in our 'quarter jars', his says for beer, mine says for shoes. Laundry Room. Yeah, maybe we will think on this a bit more. Getting that boat for the 'round the world' once in a lifetime would have reduced us to the laundry room too. What is going to happen when the end is near? I'm beginning to have looming visions of the bag lady in me. There she goes, that old woman and her bag of quarters.






Thursday, July 2, 2009


I believe we might be in for a soggy 4th of July and that's just all right by me. We'll have a condo on the beach. Let it rain spurt all it wants. Mad dashes to the pool. Races down the beach. Going to finish packing, we leave as early as possible in the morning. We leave as early as I can be rousted. Think I'll take a book. Meet you back here on the 7th. Happy 4th to all, I hope you are all safe and sparkly.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009



After the supervisor and I were finished napping I took care of some very old files. Some stuff of old that brought me pensive. Papers as far back as 2002. Old thoughts from back then and feeling sad for Reya. I miss him too. They both brought comfort. So my bon fire was purging for me on more than one level. I am that kid with a stick for hours in the camp fire. Militant pyro, there is never room for more than one fire tender. Made sure Ginger didn't get hot, had the hose handy but knew this was unnecessary as it had just finished pouring. Let her rip.


Not letting a perfectly good burn go to waste, we gathered up some soggy chairs and a soaked table and stuck a couple of ready made fireplace logs in the pit.

Monday, June 29, 2009

This is Austin


I started to do some stuff today. Some stuff at the back of my mind and then maybe a box of associated stuff to disperse. Fog. File. At the back of my mind. That fog of childhood memories that bring to the front some of the sweetest but so far away IN THE NOW. Like an aroma can blast you back sometimes a rememory, time remembered.


When you are reminded of a sweet place of young. When you can feel that time of used to be.


We played, first introduced, in a box like this. I let this be my moment to remember too, papers inside.
He did actually still me.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

This is Ginger








We found Hidden Lily last summer and planted her in a medium pot on the patio. She grew like a weed. A lovely weed. We decided to move her to a bigger pot in the yard so I cut her into four sections and replanted the pieces close to the rim of that bigger pot. It smelled so delicious because this is in the Ginger family. I should call her Lily but I don't.

Friday, June 26, 2009

What is the first thing? That first thing we know, is what? Actually this is a test.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The best layed plans

I've had this egg routine I dance with. I cannot remember when it all started to run like a waltz. A dozen of eggs can hang in there for quite a while. Long ago we never knew that because we ate them all the time, sometimes from the back yard, difficult to remember running out of eggs. Then the sky started to fall and once, I threw eggs away. I met a bad egg, but I think he was bad when he got here. I don't think he went bad in my fridge. His buddies were still right but they were hanging with the bad egg. I ate them anyway. You can dip an egg in warm soft gooey wax and go sailing for 10 months (egg in air/not fridge) Is that so cool to know? One dozen eggs, down to 6 or 8 or 7, and then I go buy another dozen. I take the deserted dozen and boil them. Sometimes I 'H' them and put their crate underneath the new guys. Sometimes I 'H' their crate.....they still go on the bottom.

Well somewhere along the line. I become omnivorant and decide, I know. I have six or five 'H' eggs in the fridge and I have four or seven regular good ol guys, in the fridge.

Two nights ago I had a bacon/egg/cheese sandwich, so yummy, for lunch. AT 2 AM. Remember the owls? Well I know where all the eggs are. I'm clairvoyant, member?

I want egg salad for this evenings dinner 10 pm. (adjusting to the not owl) I became the oh so pompous PPLLEEAASSEE!! egg princess. Tis no longer necessary to tattoo the fowl. I take out the preferred egg crate and smack an 'H' egg on the counter and have immediately homicided a perfectly good, good ol boy egg.

4 eggs in the lemon cake. I know I KNOW it's so so bad, but it is so good. He was a good egg. I will call 911 and turn myself in right after the cake comes out of the oven. I wanted egg-salad.




Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I've just wondered. What is this like??? Today is my First Born Daughter's birthday. Love to her. Forever.

Sunset at the North Pole.



This picture was taken the week Of May 11, 2009 at the North Pole. Something I will never see in person but since it's not on my 'list' all is fine by me. Awesome raw beauty and something nether world about it, I think, as it should be.
sometimes there is a time to do this mood. No words to pass, just steady breathing. Then that pin to aware of the breathing. It's rather very cool to listen to someone breathing. Not consistent when they're not thinking about but it is their thinking that affects the rhythm. Thinking and breathing. Thank God not one needs the other.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Grin and bear it. This too shall pass. I am all with the ability to be able to change your own mind, I believe in the power of positive thinking. Mental acuity is a learned ability. Like eloquence of speech or that leather bound mesmerizer there are no coincidences. One dweller to an others flit. This is what you should have done, this is when you should have done it and this is how you should have..... Perfect, of course.


I've never been sick. Is it sick? I've not been infected with debilitation. To impair the strength of, weak, weaken. I looked up debilitate and was ok there and then I looked up weak. So I acknowledge this and will move on. I'm the flit. I have things to do. Things I don't want to do. Mostly because I'm not sure how to start, I don't want to and I'm afraid to.....because I don't know how. I might think it would be easier on me if I had brothers or sisters but I don't because I'm not supposed to. Fate? Yes, The Fates decided. I don't toss it on the Gods and get away with exonerating myself. Fate to me is a path, choices made along the way, directions taken, provide a concept of your decisions to the life you are living. So, if on your path of life you turn left and walk into a tree. This is not a mistake . The choices we make are not mistakes. How can they be? This has helped, belching it out. Usually does, huh? Give me a minute to think and I formulate my answers. Let me have a moment to ponder and the answers will present themselves. Now that it's mentioned, Thanks, I'll take a moment.

Monday, June 22, 2009

I grew up in San Diego, California. I am a Princess. Whomever that offends.....get over it and any one jealous....someone has to be, it was me. Ask my Dad. There are no ants/alligators/ants/mosquitoes/ants/sand fleas/ants...did I say ants?.... in San Diego. no ants that bite people.

I'm in Florida and you cannot lay on the grass and watch clouds. You cannot lay on the grass and count stars. You walk on the grass but do not stop, just keep moving. I want to have
ant bait
people over next weekend to play Ladder Golf and celebrate.

Mr. Frank got a new patio set for Dad's day and the board walk at the back of the property is almost done. It would be our first party here. The Lizards and Snakes under the board walk. Ok wait. LMAO, really, sorry. OK, so and the Squirrels all over wherever they want...pretty much sets us for some fun. I want to play Ladder Golf in the grass. So I fed them today. The ants. I've done so before when the have totally INVADED some spot not meant for them or I needed for them to be gone. Always thought they were gone. Fine. Dead. Oh please, they just move. I never noticed. Deny deny deny, court posturing. I actually have been fine with this. They are not allowed in my kitchen, have never pushed the issue. Well, I copped an attitude today and decided I could kill them. It's illegal to own an anteater in Florida or transport them or something. So I fed them. I have seen before the terror, Chicken Little. They settle, then take new offerings into the hole. Today. Today, they picked up the debris and ran away from the entrance to the city. Each one of them to pick up poison left. I don't smush spiders. What was I thinking? Did you know there are mosquitoes on St Thomas but not on St. John? There are no fleas in Connecticut.
I remember a very very long time ago, red ants. In Texas they were red ants. I'm in Florida now and they are called fire ants. They were probably red ants then too, a very very long time ago. A child in Texas was brutally attacked because how can you ever be politely attacked, ever? News media have all the adjectives. I believe it was my first childhood trauma with another living other than human form. Ants. Just that same story of how it happens the very first time in your life. Me, standing there, minding my own business. Oh and for heavens sake and mine too, having a fine wonderful time. It wasn't like I was standing there getting a dress down. Why was I so still? THEY, much organized. Nothing like the Florida model. When a Florida ant crawls up on me it bites the wholly living fricken/frackin poop outta me. ONE bite.
TEXAS. Maybe I really wasn't standing there that long. I did like waaaahh? It was not "A" bite. Commando attack, all in position. All 4,000 of them in position up my pants before the attack was launched;. My Dad never hesitated. I think he saw my eyes before I could take enough air in......I saw his eyes too as he was bolting at me. Locked...he knew. All at one time I was hurt. I started to slap at my pants just as he reached me. He was screaming for my Mom. His scream scared me more.........I didn't know yet. My Dad stripped me. I just thought I could swat at whatever was buggin me. My Dad didn't even say one word to me.....he yanked my pants off. I was MORTIFIED. It was the front yard. I still had no idea what was going on. My Dad had gone insane, I was very afraid..........OF HIM! I really wanted my Mom. The look in hers eyes that met mine as she came upon both of us...still too close to the mound, let me be a bit more frightened. My Mom scared me. My Dad strips. She yanks both of us to the cement and turns the hose on us. How many? How many? My Mom asks over and over. I still don't have a clue. I'm wet, feel fine, in my Dad's arms being carried to the house............when it starts to burn.





I saw mugs at the Manor and although I may NEVER be invited over again....I had a riot of a time. As all great almost went to jail stories go, the longer ago, the more very fine sweet details come front to face through the haze. Any which way. I didn't break anything but sometimes the only sense I have is the humor one. Willow is such beauty and all she gives us is too. I would be the red-headed step-cousin. I can say that.........it's red, and I'm cultivated weird. Been working on that for a bit, getting better and better. So I have a mug-shot too. Oh wait no, I have mugs that I shot, yes yes, that's it. AND I HAVE an accomplished friend. Implicated. And I have permission, well I'm trying to behave every once in a while......very while. Besides, I feel almost close to all grown up when I have permission and not in jail. omg, too much fun.


Thanks (many) to 'on the m104' for sharing this picture with me.
Willow (pleaseplease) will forgive me, she is sweet grace. On a completely unrelated note of interest please please go visit Daryl. who by all means is not implicated here. Maybe some place else but not here.