Verily I Go

and so it goes, don'tcha know?

2011-02-23T00:37:00.000-05:00

and the Creek don't rise.

Thank you my darling. WOW. ok. 2011. rise to any occasion. yes, here fine. sorta. I'll be back. I love it here with all of you.

Well Whaddya Know?

2010-08-12T09:37:00.000-04:00

If I had an opinion about this.
...
...........

Well I just don't. I'm going back to bed.

Photo Aging

2010-08-11T11:28:00.000-04:00

I just saw that commercial about photo aging.
Every time the light hits your face.....

So in a humanitarian effort to preserve the immense natural beauty of humans all over the world and eliminate daylight prejudice. You are all charged with the responsibility of wearing this every day.
Holes optional but highly recommended.

2010-06-02T11:54:00.003-04:00

CALM DRIFTING AWAY, mouthpainted by TONY RYALS

"It is a great thing to know the season for speech and the season for silence"

Seneca

JUDGING

2010-05-25T22:18:00.002-04:00

Judging. Left to the courts? Not for justice, left to the letter of the law. Mans book. Judging not by God. Left to the letter of mans mind. Judge. You all do, especially if you are a christian. Superior. No wonder, conflict. Write a new book. I just completely despise all of you that.....by your GOD, do anything to another that is unkind, or stupid F'up and then say this is his way. DUH, you guys suck. Your churches suck, all of them. ALL OF THEM. Especially christians.

And then again, I believe this is heaven......here on Earth, as God intended. This planet is important to God, and we are too. Just like the ant. No more no less.

How so totally pompous to devise a tale of narcissism that he looks like us, that he wants us to come to his house, that he gives such a shit about us, us, us, us...

God loves me. I am am his creation. Like an ant. I will die, go to the earth, nowhere near like an ant. Embalming sucks. Plastic people, brilliant.

Your religion is corporate human resources. Your Faith? Hope.

Oh by the way, nobody goes to hell. We really should have stronger reasons for seeking therapy. Like Mom's from the dark side, to kick our asses to the light. Especially muslims.

Home Home Home

2010-04-26T16:28:00.001-04:00

Just always so nice to get to do that, everyday that you want to do that. I've come to realize, by direct reaction, that you do not always know when it will be your last.

You did not know, until it was later, that it was.

If you have ever had to sift through..'STUFF'..left behind, it makes you think about not leaving a mess of your own. or secrets.

I got an e-mail last night with amazing scenes of breath-taking PLACES. The caption eluded to the concept that if this was how earth offered up the beauty, how much absolute MORE BETTER must there be in heaven.

I replied that heaven sucks, cause if you're in it, you're dead.
With this last, I'll quantify my qualifications. None. I don't believe a President has the power to define toilet paper, let then be a leader of consequence. No worse, no better.......this one. I do, however appreciate the political cartoons and shit-howdy, I saw a goodun.

Taxpayers voting for B.O. are like chickens voting for Colonel Saunders. And yes but...not really so funny cause....he may be the best to be fricasseed by????

2010-04-10T10:07:00.005-04:00

You did the right thing by putting off those important decisions, dear Aquarius, and not giving in to the pressure put upon you. You know very well that sometimes it's important just to do nothing, to relax, and to rest for the busy times ahead. Today you will feel refreshed and ready to tackle the world. You see your problems from a different point of view, and you are much more optimistic about things. Now, you can finally take a calm look at the situation.

Not a commando activist on all this here astrology stuff, but I do scratch my head at some of the right-on hits. Also wish I'd known as I was 'putting off important decisions'.....I was relaxing. I'm going to Texas next week. My parents are both MIA and I have here and now stuff to take care of and I hate it.

On the bestest side. She Who Is Ruler Of All The World...........is 2 years old today!

POT

2010-04-07T13:27:00.003-04:00

___ Hat
Cooking ___
___ Shot
Piss ___
___ Luck
Porta ___
___ Belly
Smoking ___
___ Hole
Coffee ___
___ Holder
___ Cheese
Hot ___
___ Ale
Melting ___
___-Bound
Lobster ___
___ Roast
Chimney ___
___ Sticker
Chamber ___
___ Liquer
Crock- ___
Pepper ___
Tin- ___
___ of Gold
Pol ___
___ -au-feu
Chicken ___ Pie
___ Still
Tea ___
___ Bellied Pig
Auto ___
Honey ___
___ Pourri
Neti ___
___ Rack
Flower ___
Steel ___ Helmet
___s and Pans
Stir the ___
Strawberry ___
Going to ___ ..........there, enough said?

did i forget any???
kisses!

2010-04-06T14:00:00.003-04:00

Coloring Pages

So I went to the Doctor last week. Doctor's. The dermo doc., the general doc., the baby doc. (used to do babies/now does parts) and then the MRI lady that squashes some parts. I last saw the dermo doc in 2004, the baby doc in 2008 (oops).....but the general doc all the time. I have blood he wants every 6 months. Just general blood, nothing fancy. Now I wait.

It is the kind of waiting that is just very nicely all right by me. I have friends that are doing some horrendous waiting. Very scary stuff. Stuff of unanswered prayers.

2010-04-05T12:53:00.003-04:00

Never leave a burning candle unattended.
Never burn a candle near anything flammable.
Keep burning candles out of reach of children and pets.
Store candles in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight.
Avoid burning your candle in a draft to minimize smoke.
If your candle is burning unevenly, simply move the extinguished wick to the center with spoon handle while the wax is still soft.
Although candles may smell like food, they are not edible.

If your intuition kicks your leg underneath the table, don't just continue chatting as though nothing untoward is occurring. Ignoring a warning sign is unlikely to lead to a happy ending.

If it has a hollow head-It's most certainly a male!

2010-04-04T12:39:00.004-04:00

american greetings
This is a scientific anomaly as indicated by angular distance from the sun in the daylight.
I know. I am a first generation air-head. Totally.

2010-04-02T09:39:00.002-04:00

Springtime Bunny
Mouthpainted by...GYULA TORMA

"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous"

ARISTOTLE

2010-03-29T11:26:00.003-04:00

Ultimately, there's a limit to how much better you can make it for others. The Full Moon reminds us that if you only have one life to live, it should probably be your own.

2010-03-26T16:32:00.003-04:00

It's not often that you get the chance to switch sides or turn on a dime without causing upheaval. If such a opportunity should arise, grab it before it gets away.

UPHEAVAL: extreme agitation or disorder : radical change.

2010-03-25T15:00:00.002-04:00

Should you feel imprisoned by a problem, "Open Sesame" is to embrace the new.
Sure it's not easy to leave your comfort zone- but try anyway.

2010-03-24T12:31:00.004-04:00

John T. Unger

If the wall is too high to climb over, get out your shovel. The pretty one. The one with power to prevail. There are more possible approaches than you bother to ponder. Don't rigidly cling to your usual stance out of habit. How's that working for you?

2010-03-23T15:24:00.003-04:00

You gotta grow, thankfully sometimes leaving less-than-scintillating situations behind. The Good News! Broadening your horizons can be a tough job so this may be the day you learn to bite back. More Good News, trust yourself, bite hard.

And then again....you could just pick him up and mush kisses all over his face.

and so I say

2010-02-10T00:29:00.005-05:00

verily unto you.

jeeze louise and OMGoodness.

Yes. and thank you very much. much better.

Thanks for ....yes sirree.

Now onto the next matter of business.

Whatever comes from us, the keepers of this planet..

c'est la vie.

and I hope we can do it again without instructions.

bring it, please God. We can tend the garden.

2010-01-18T01:40:00.000-05:00

2009-11-16T00:09:00.002-05:00

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!

hell's bells

2009-11-13T06:00:00.011-05:00

(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?

Rain

2009-11-12T06:00:00.003-05:00

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

Godspeed

2009-11-11T10:11:00.002-05:00

Infinite Thanks.

Redacted

2009-11-10T21:31:00.003-05:00

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

last day!

2009-11-09T12:32:00.005-05:00

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

25%-30% off entire site.

code allsale

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.

"pulling a Reichle"

2009-11-06T14:29:00.004-05:00

SSSSH is one of the most unique organizations in the world – for we are intangible, yet everywhere, structured by pure spirit and governed only by benevolent goodness. SSSSH exists solely in the compassionate spirits of our anonymous members, for we have no address, headquarters, telephone, bank account, employees, or membership cards. Our assets are the incentive, resources, imagination, and generosity of our colleagues and our future growth is bound only by the limits of imagination and love in our members’ hearts. Our main point of contact is this WEBSITE (click on) floating around in Cyberspace. Our only bylaws are anonymity and our only requirement for membership is an unsigned letter or email with no return address describing an anonymous good deed - preferably for a total stranger. Thus, we have an estimated 40,000 members, but we do not know their names or addresses. We thrive on adventure and carry serendipity around on our shoulder. Join SSSSH now!

Please read...'Who was Hal'

CULLED

2009-11-05T16:16:00.002-05:00

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.

NOVEMBER

2009-11-02T10:45:00.007-05:00

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

PEEK A BOO!

2009-10-31T12:58:00.003-04:00

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

WESTBOUND!

2009-10-16T16:27:00.001-04:00

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

STOP TALKING

2009-10-13T13:23:00.004-04:00

"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)

NEVER in all my life, have I been,

2009-10-08T11:28:00.005-04:00

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.

Colors of Fall

2009-10-01T06:29:00.005-04:00

mouthpainted by MARIUSZ MACZKA

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

62* and then there's Mercury...

2009-09-30T10:19:00.006-04:00

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!

2009-09-28T11:17:00.004-04:00

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.

2009-09-24T14:06:00.007-04:00

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.

2009-09-22T22:26:00.004-04:00

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.

I BEG TO DIFFER

2009-09-11T10:21:00.005-04:00

Hating does change the world.
They are not confused.

I still cry and I will never forget.

The Black Day

Moonlight

2009-09-10T21:45:00.006-04:00

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.

09-09-09

2009-09-09T23:15:00.002-04:00

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.

Walk in the Rain

2009-09-01T10:38:00.008-04:00

mouthpainted by Paular Mustalahti

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

2009-08-21T11:59:00.004-04:00

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.

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

2009-08-10T18:58:00.001-04:00

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?

2009-08-01T16:17:00.003-04:00

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.

Mars Hoax

2009-07-31T09:48:00.008-04:00

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

Cocoon.

2009-07-29T13:11:00.004-04:00

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?

Pigs in Paradise Pokes

2009-07-27T19:20:00.004-04:00

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.

NEFARIOUS

2009-07-25T15:46:00.004-04:00

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.

East Bound Bees.

2009-07-23T10:27:00.003-04:00

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

I intend to get caught in my pajamas.

2009-07-14T00:25:00.006-04:00

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

Jade Ladies

2009-07-12T10:00:00.005-04:00

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.

Girls are Sneaky.

2009-07-11T10:00:00.000-04:00

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.

West Bound

2009-07-10T04:00:00.004-04:00

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.

Truly Small

2009-07-09T11:17:00.007-04:00

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.

Here Comes The Bribe.

2009-07-08T15:45:00.005-04:00

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.

2009-07-07T12:15:00.028-04:00

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.

2009-07-02T15:07:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-07-01T13:50:00.005-04:00

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.

This is Austin

2009-06-29T23:21:00.005-04:00

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.

This is Ginger

2009-06-28T13:00:00.005-04:00

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.

2009-06-26T02:00:00.001-04:00

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

The best layed plans

2009-06-25T21:46:00.005-04:00

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.

2009-06-24T18:54:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-24T12:50:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-24T02:38:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-23T15:28:00.004-04:00

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.

2009-06-22T22:37:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-22T19:42:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-22T02:32:00.009-04:00

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.

Borrowed

2009-06-21T12:47:00.004-04:00

Mine is gone and I miss him. As Father's and daughter's go, mine is a story of all the best in the land. A tale as true to wonder and fairies as can be told. I miss him so much. What is a princess to do without her Knight in the shiniest armor? Perched upon his shoulders with the best view of the parade or him leaving the house hours ahead to stake a claim curbside. He taught me so much, I taught him some too. I miss my Daddy.

Happy Daddies Day to all of yours and I'm hugging all of them.

Shutter Bugs with new toys

2009-06-20T12:09:00.005-04:00

faye meet Rain.

Rain meet faye.

2009-06-19T18:31:00.004-04:00

Please, Please, please help me out here.. If we can blog poop you can look at my boobs.

This is a cake. Wish mine were in such great frosted shape. A cancer benefit that rallied for "Save the Ta-Ta's". The cupcakes were absolutely T H E most delicious. Anyway....just a note to pass. We are a family. Mr. Frank auctioned out $70.00 to this cancer benefit, very nice.

2009-06-18T20:00:00.004-04:00

How do these things happen? How does a perfectly well operating anything decide to unravel itself? I have this little black box thing that operates my Internet system. On the front of it runs a bunch of tiny green lights. It's all working perfectly fine and then it isn't. How? I call my service to bemoan my fate and belittle their stinking piece o doodee company full of grade school graduates. A wonderful kind polite 12 year old gets on the phone with me and asks if anything is unplugged. 10 minutes later, he asks me to please look for him. I huff and harrrumph, get up off my behind, climb onto my furniture, hang upside down over the back of my desk (purposefully left catty-wampus for just such medical emergencies) and yep, there it is. Unplugged. I in my infinite olympic back-stroke say something cute and silly and so so and well, so. HE is even nicer and says, it's quite all right Miss..........(miss, he calls me miss) these things can happen sometimes and yes I understand it's quite frustrating. It probably happened right after you dusted.

I am a direct descendant of Erma Bombeck and he called me Miss. I adore my Internet service.

How do these things happen??

Ramond's Poem

2009-06-17T14:05:00.004-04:00

The gift of life is life itself Pain, anger, hate;
Love, devotion, honesty
And God gave us a choice to choose We should not take it for granted Angels in the sky can't feel a thing Therefore it's special
So we should recognize we're in God's image What use is there to have wings
If you can't feel the breeze on your face As you fly in the sky
You showed me love
Like only the God above has shown me So for that, in my life
I shall anoint you as holy.

Since 1964

2009-06-15T21:13:00.006-04:00

My very first experience with this was thanks to my friend who is now in Atlanta. She sent this to me when she still lived in San Diego. This along with some cute little cookie thing, product of Mexico. The cookie box emptied but there was still this yummy spread. Always the case. Graham crackers are a perfect foil. She would also send me wonderful treasures that were purloined. They must have been. I'm sure. Federal trade commission faux pas. Transportation of goods across state lines, in an airplane....worse. Non-Compete cross pollination. Yea, babbling, I have no idea what I'm talking about. Except, it's about food so can't be all bad. Where I live. There is no Trader Joe's where I live. Do you know Trader Joe? My girlfriend would send me care packages. Contraband. When my parents lived overseas, after visits stateside, my Mom would smuggle tortillas in her suitcase. Trader Joe's is in Georgia now, where's mine? Nutella is not to be refrigerated or microwaved. I am in complete awe/denial about stuff we eat, gooey stuff, that needs no refrigeration. I don't understand.

This is my second jar of Nutella. In my whole life. My very first time was in 2005. This is the very stuff that sends us to therapy. It's so good, we must deny ourselves. This is so good we must resist. No No Nutella. I will want a piece (or three) of pizza. No No Nutella. I will want to eat......food.

179,000.00 tons a year. French Nutella has less sugar content than Italian Nutella. It does not go in the refrigerator. I'm baffled, and do you know what this would be perfect on. Perfect?

2009-06-14T22:05:00.009-04:00

I saw some red slippers today. Reya has snatched them from the museum so I'm thinking our yard project had best be pushed to the front burner so there is some road to follow. I've relied on those shoes myself a few times. Since I couldn't get the earth to swallow me up on command I would have to break out the shoes. What in heavens name would happen if Mr. Frank found his wonderful deck path painted fire hydrant yellow?? This is where the grass doesn't grow so he is building a lizard playground and a snake path. (we will never see them)......good snake. Every job needs a project manager and we have one of the very best on the block. She comes very highly recommended and whenever she wants. This is Sophie. I can't pet her. She pets me. If I totally ignore her she will put her nose in my hand and then when I reach out to touch... she bolts. Then she trots back over and I raise my hands up and roar at her. She is off like a cannon ball. She loves to run. She and Mr. Frank are getting all the fine details, detailed.

She is a good neighbor and her people are too.

You can see that this project is extremely complex and needs a good eye or four, as the path goes from there to here.

With, of course the highest grade construction materials and the newest innovations of the industry. The wheel. The very fast spinning metal wheel.

Where did I land?

2009-06-12T01:02:00.005-04:00

The Bottom of the World or the Back Side of the Moon?

Greetings!

2009-06-11T12:32:00.010-04:00

It's Friday. YAY! Yes it is. IS TOO! Well for the world of Asphalt paving and night crews this begins their weekend. Fresh start on Sunday night. Rules and regulations. DOT demands, yes they are pretty persnickety, safety considerations at all times. Friday and Saturday nights are not for schmearing the roadways by all accounts. They're for rabble rousing and drifting. Asphalt and beer and Parnelli Jones don't combine well. Get my drift? We know what drifting is, right? ( oh come on, some of you are old like me) Do we know what DOT is? Ah HA!, some of you are not old like me and have no clue. You could find all the clues you could ever want in a lifetime at a marina.

OK, YAY! Friday! I'm out for a good time cause "I get around". I've wanted to live in two wild environments. More wild than you and I could make up. The bottom of the ocean, well feasible bottom. In one of those habitats. What was that movie? So awesome. No fishes to worry with, they had visitors. The moon....in one of those habitats. I was so hoping my lifetime would offer me an apartment on the moon, a room with a view. So my room in deepest darkest Africa....nnnnnn waters and I might have visitors. Where are they from? The dark side of the moon?

The dark side of the moon. Who visits me?

It's sleep depravation.

I see two of them them.

Cave dwelling, oceans midnight....to the moon.

Look Familiar?

2009-06-10T17:26:00.004-04:00

At this night time job thing and I'm sitting here in the dark, in my mind. Now I have the giggles because I'm not in my right mind. Wandering around in my left mind thinking about the deep sea. The deep dark black sea. Full of real scary sea creatures, not the ones of my imagination in the light. Eternal night workers. I've done some investigating in the past but usually about the time I find the 3rd or 4th horrible killer 'thing' ....I don't want to have any more information. On a thank goodness note.....they are way way down there. So I'm poking around and I find this creature of the deep. He is familiar, I know this guy. He's a movie star.

This monster might possibly be persuaded to just wander on by. 6 inches of him. We could handle that, right? Not to worry, we can't be bothered. Truly. He hangs out at about 5000 feet below the surface of the water. ....and THAT'S a fine thing. I'm so tempted to tell you about 'double ugly' that's cruising around at 8000 feet. Actually he's not ugly just pretty darned scary. Post note to my WOD diving post. Grouper aren't ugly either, just misunderstood.

Last night I was cave dwelling, tonight I'm on the bottom of the ocean.

WHOOO?

2009-06-09T14:37:00.003-04:00

I'm tired. I'm working nights and I suck at it. I'm going to whine. Mr. Frank has a government job for a couple of weeks so they have to work when there is the least impact on 'the peoples'. So now that you are all tucked in he does some mad-scientist beaker deal and big noisy water spitting saw thing and really hot oven stuff. He's the one mixing and checking the goo that gets smeared all over the roads for us to drive/ride on. I voulnteered to come to his office and spruce up his filing because....well...he's a mad-scientist. I put a piece of black felt hanging from a pole on the window, behind the blinds, so the sun can't find him. Cave man.

I volunteered. I was warned a long time ago (in my youth) not to put it on paper and not to voulnteer. So.........LMAO...........here I am, spilling my guts to you guys and working in the dark.

WORLD OCEANS DAY

2009-06-08T01:13:00.011-04:00

World Oceans Day
June 8, 2009
My first and second and third SCUBA dive (same day)
Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus

Pool trained-passed. Classroom trained-passed. Off we go. Southern California diving requires a wet suit, year round. A FULL WET SUIT. Mine was quarter-inch custom fit…..like a glove. Fricken/fracken cold water. With the life being squeezed out of me and weighing 437 pounds, over the side I went, 60 feet down, head for the cave . Yes, true, brand new diver. Yep cave diving. NOT. It had a Hollywood Bowl entry fit for baby divers. So we (my accomplished dive partner) swooped into the darker water. Everything that could go equipment wrong with a dive did. Hilarious fun story (on deck) but I want to tell you about my water.

My first dive. 60 feet. You cannot ‘see’ the color you are in. From the surface to below as the light fades I had clear to, foggy grey/murky green/blue/bluer/bluer/black. From the bottom I had a clear muted grayish mush, then looking up was sheer transparent blues of all colors with sunlight streams shimmering and dancing. I spent time unknown on my knees looking up…until my partner poked me.

My second dive. 45 feet. Partnered with my Dive Master (another hysterical story) I encountered some unwanted company. I was not in my world. I was allowed to explore a bit on my own as long as we kept line of sight. Eyes on. I was thrilled. At this depth we had more company. More stuff growing, more stuff wiggling and wafting around. I was enchanted. I was in another world and I was in love with this freedom. Then I saw my sea monster. I wasn’t carrying a game bag, so nothing to fight over. He really is a blind bat kinda hunter so he virtually must have something to bite right in front of his face. I am safe. He is hiding in his dragon cave (a hole just big enough for him to back his wiggly Morea eel bod into) and he is ready to pounce upon the closest passer by. I am safe. I was 7 feet away from him. He pokes his head out a bit (6 inches) so I tuck my arms to my side. He pokes out a bit more (6 inches..more) so I fold my arms across my chest and clench my fists (no yummy fingers) What do I look like? A whale. What does he do? HE COMES OUT. Did you hear me? HE COMES OUT ALL THE WAY! They are not supposed to do that. Not on your first dive, I read that book. I start slow and easy moving with my water and staying beside the reef. I figure he will return to his lair. NOT. Can you hear me hyper-ventilating my tank dry? He swam right over to me, stayed right beside me, kept pace for about 15 feet. I swam just like I told you I had my arms. An unlikely escort, not at all in character and disturbing. My sea monster. Oh yeah just to let you know….he was longer than me. I wish I could tell you his story.

My third dive. 7 feet tops. (oops, bottoms?) I was in a storm. An incredibly powerful heart pounding heaviest air sucking (fresh tank) the perfect storm. OK, ok but I’m a bit on my high-wire, still. Closer to the shore line we were subjected to surge. It was wonderful fun, just had to watch your depth to rock ratio surge force. If you wanted to stay still you had to grab a rock, much easier to go with the flow. But I saw something. There… Wait. See there, did you see it? I maneuvered closer. The sea grass was about 3-4 feet tall and in the surge it acted like the image of waves crashing on the sand. That big curl. Big huge curl to the left….flowy, flowy, big huge curl to the right. Very cool. But I saw something. Well I just had to go check it out. Hard fought to get closer. Swim swim, swoosh left. Swim swim, swoosh right. See it? What the ??? is that? Ok wait, sea grass will part. I am 4 ½ feet from the ugliest toadliest monster I have ever imagined and I would have to imagine that ugly AND it was the size of a St. Bernard AND it was dead. I thought I was the first person to discover how a dead fish in the sea was found??. Wait a minute. How can a dead….that thing, not move? Stock still in between two rocks with sea grass swishing back and forth over the top of it? Not Moving. Oh jeez, just had to get a little closer. I’m holding my breath….Cardinal scuba sin. It WAKES UP. Did you know the verb, “dart” was invented by a fish? Are you familiar with mach speed? I got within arm’s reach of it…WE know now, because I was not breathing, WRONG… do not do!! Thank God they can move backwards because he would have had to bowl me over otherwise. Do you know how ugly grouper are? Please go look. This was the end of that tank of air. I was over my day. I would also love to be able to tell you his story. I have lots of dive tales in lots of waters. This was my first time in. The oceans bring me to heart pounding life.

Post Note. Divers always pick up trash.

and to further note, thank you Crazy Girl for this invitation. Oceanic Blog-A-Thon!

LOOK LOOK LOOK!

2009-06-07T20:01:00.015-04:00

Oh, shit...the flash, Can you see it?

No flash....see?

Open the door. Still there. In my own back yard, the entire thing, end to end, both pots. HOLY every color.

Fading away, still can't believe what I saw. See this?

2009-06-07T15:40:00.008-04:00

This is not my idea of fun water to play in. Although today there is equipment available to ensure a comfortable environment for the human to be able to explore either in it or on it. If it can't be done in zorries it's way to burry for me.

This is my ideal water consideration.

Doing some part too.

2009-06-06T11:14:00.002-04:00

World Oceans Day
OCEAN'S DAY UPDATE
I want to help with this too. Lover of Life @LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF has been posting information on this upcoming project so for my part I'd like tp pass this on to anyone that has not known. So...here ya go.

This is your assignment. Homework due Monday 6/8/09. Turn it in, EASY "A", everybody gets one.

Surprise!

2009-06-04T11:25:00.032-04:00

LEMONADE AWARD

Put the award logo on your blog.
Nominate at least ten blogs that show great attitude and/or gratitude.
Be sure to list and link your nominees within your post
Let them know they have received this prestigious award by leaving a comment on their blog.

The MOST outrageous Meeko Fabulous , has awarded me the above and I thank him. I don't do very well with these but I don't want to get into any trouble either. (especially with Meeko, I absolutely do not want to be a post subject of his....*v*`) Then again, I don't play well with others or by the rules a lot. This is so much like homework for me and so.. see...um......I test well.

AND I've concluded it is mean of me not to participate with blogger, so I guess I'll just have to do the work***sorta***.

It says put the award on your blog. I don't know how, so it goes in this post.
It says nominate but that is asinine because it intimates a vote ensues. I will pick.
List and link...YEAH, that I can do.
notify...Yeah, that I can do. but I don't like it because who am I to be picking? Everyone should have one. OMGAWD, you know what I can do? Screw this up so horrible then Meeko will have to take care of it. He's so much better at this, really really good. Dear Meeko, please find enclosed 12 copies to be distributed yesterday......he's so good. ok, anyway. Crapola.

on the m104
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles
monkeys on the roof
The Gold Puppy
nik's backyard
stuff from ellen's head
Life at Willow Manor
The Ramblings of a Disgruntled Secretary
Mountain Mamma
LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF
Expat From Hell
Sleepless in Gainesville

Surprise!

GOLDEN HEART AWARD
This was awarded to me by a wonderful girl nik's backyard waaaay up there in a cold place. Very fun blog. It is my pleasure to pass it on as you in turn are to pass it also to those you believe have a Golden Heart.

on the m104
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles
monkeys on the roof
The Gold Puppy
nik's backyard
stuff from ellen's head
Life at Willow Manor
The Ramblings of a Disgruntled Secretary
Mountain Mamma
LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF
Expat From Hell
Sleepless in Gainesville

I love this forum and all her peeps and I will admit ONCE having a boo-boo face awaiting an award. Kisses and hugs for them, thanks. In the interest of popular science I'm off to detention for throwing chalk loaded erasers towards the board at Tommy which disqualifies me from any future participation in after school activities. You could sneak me a note of honorable mention if you wish to. You know, something to let me know you still love me even though I'm incarcerated. Get Tommy to do it, he's always in trouble.

AND ANOTHER THING, THIS WAS TOO MUCH WORK. I'M THE GOOF OFF.

2009-06-03T19:42:00.002-04:00

It's your move.

Pilfer Proof Paper

2009-06-02T17:30:00.004-04:00

What does that mean? Paper meaning, (not tape..although it stuck to the box?) it had that paper texture... oh yeah and it WAS brown. This sealed a box recently delivered to me by Fed-ex. Pilfer? OK, we really do have to give this a moment. Everybody on this planet is going to hell! You sin, you're going. OH, wait, you're forgiven....ok go ahead everybody goes to heaven. Pilfer is stealing..? ==...!! small? Only not. You use one pen a month on the job. You take home OH MY GAWD I COULD GO ON & on & more and you do that for 25 years. You grab those napkins out of the dispenser, you need three but you take 12. An extra sweet n low for your purse. Pilfer is just a penny but you do it a 900,000 billion times. I received this package. I was happy, knew just what it was. Pilfer Proof Paper? Sony Corporation. What do you think here? Let's take a run at it.

Part ordered. Part pulled (goes in employee pocket) no, goes to shipping (goes in employee pocket) no, goes to packaging (goes in employee pocket) no goes to dispatch WAIT A MINUTE.

After it is sealed by packaging??? It IS NOT, they are pilfering. Those pilferers. WHO KNOWS??? So it is packaged and sealed, pilfer proof. Packaged and sealed and handed over to dispatch for Fed-ex. Who makes packaging tape that says pilfer proof?? Once boxed and sealed there is no pilfer. That's breaking and entering and theft.. so, but, ...has Fed-ex been delivering empty boxes? Has Fed-ex been stealing from Sony and they think, oh those pilfering employees? Really I want to know. What is the point of printing 'Pilfer Proof Paper' on that packaging tape???

Here kitty kitty!

2009-06-01T16:50:00.011-04:00

Oh I've done a bad thing, a torturous thing, an evil thing. By all accounts, it is a brave new world to believe they could be friends. I think so. Stranger than fiction and very entertaining. I am a very loving pet owner and this cat, in particular, holds my heart for huge reasons, but like children, some torture is appropriate. I told my 9 year old daughter that diatomaceous earth was ground up elephant bones. Riot of a tale there but not par to Cotton Candy. He was a charming visitor....for a little while. Enlarge the pics for full effect, except the one of the squirrel up close. The window needs washing.

The Age of Aquarius?

2009-05-31T10:34:00.008-04:00

Mercury goes direct today. Allows clarity and opportunity to get back on track.

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May 31, 2009 Daily Aquarius horoscope:
The expression "turning point in your destiny" often brings a smile to cynical people's faces, but in your case, dear Aquarius, it definitely has some meaning. This turning point can take the form of a new person in your life, or a key event that changes things forever. Sometimes, things that we only hear about actually happen. Something like this will be happening for you in the coming months.

I love Google. Mercury Retrograde Knowing the next time Mercury goes retrograde might prepare you better. Mark it on your calendar and see how this time effects your living. It has been said this period is not the best time for major purchases or contractual agreements. Only because things may need to be undone to do again. Also note communications can be technically egregious. The toaster acts up, the fricken/fracken computer is a poop, these kinds of irritants abound, Mercury retrograde. I bump myself into things (walk into walls??) It irritates me that it seems that someone has moved things.

These are the dates I have, may differ by hours, depending??
Mercury Retrograde, September 6 thru 29. December 6 thru January 15.

This does fascinate me so I share. Age of Aquarius - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

2009-05-30T13:27:00.008-04:00

Well I finally have this figured out, sorta. I'm not as spot on with the tech stuff. Pretty sure. I'm sure it doesn't take a round trip ticket for you guys just to get this sweet Golden Heart Award photo to stick right here on your own pages. See? Took me a minute.
Thank you. I have received an award, my first and a blessed one because I have no performance due, no hoops to through, no fire to jump. Thank you nikina for thinking of me and Rain for thinking me through. I am very happy to fly my colors. After all 'that' is said and done, this being my first will be my best. There is no other award I will be worthy of or can accept. I test well, never did do my homework. Sweet Nik... my breath was gone for a moment when I last opened you post, amazing page and giant colors. I didn't comment because you had received an award...and to pass on...and I didn't want your immediate attention. I would wait a moment, then tell you. BUT little girl you nabbed me anyway. I do cherish it. Thank you. So? I pass this on to those of Golden Hearts? I do this first, my easy way. If YOU are here reading this, take this award from my heart to yours. I know you read..may not always comment. But I know you are here. I could embarrass you and make a list but instead........pick this up and pass it on. You know who you are or I just had a big sandwich. Grateful.

Well, you started it.

2009-05-29T22:25:00.009-04:00

Conversations of "if we win the lottery" are always very fun. What would you do first? Where would you go first? Sometimes I say something very stupid, like.."is that all it is?" Jackpots around here start out at 3 million. This dejected whining comment always makes Mr. Frank laugh. So then I laugh too and....duh! Yes exactly, thank you very much, nothing at all wrong with a whole bunch of money in our pockets. Thank you very much. Tahiti is our fantasy, maybe mine but Mr. Frank will tag along too. Recently we have considered a European cruise, discussing a first class ticket for one of the flights. Fantasies and dreams and desires and goals. A bit of a trickle down effect to be sure. We are allowed and encouraged to handle our fantasies, with a whole lot of reality. Precious dreams are not to be squashed. Our desires are usually right there in front of our noses. Goals. Those are the ones we have to be very careful with. I believe the power of my voice. Saying makes it so. Oh yes, what does come to mind? "Be careful what you wish for". So, what if I SAY I do not want to die here? I know this for my fact. A goal. Discounting the bus and the plane theory, ( ok yeah and any other wild 'if/whens') I cannot fail at my goal. Right? Absolute power. Excepting that I have no power. I could be in Tahiti and get hit by a bus. Ta-Da! I could be on a cruise in the med and get landed on by a plane. Ta-Da! There is a very real comfort in all of that for me because I have this behemoth faith. I hope when I go, I can get in a..."ok, fine, here works for me". I am an optimistic realist. An over the top positive person that is smart. I hope either your face is all squirreled up or you are laughing. I don't know what it means either. I have bad moments, sad minutes. I see most all things bad as a movement towards better. I don't do heaven or hell. It's all right here for me so I'm taking care of it now as best I can.
222 million in a power ball we are a part of. Someone in Ohio I think got it. We have no idea who participates in it. Thought is was just adjoining states, shared borders or something. With that kind of moolah, I would be tempted to try to save Haiti..........or something?

My Dad always said you have to play to win. We forget that part alot.

At the bottom of my blog page, please view my toonlet.

2009-05-28T15:38:00.003-04:00

I grew up on a farm in Kansas. That is somewhere so close to the truth. We went 'Home" for Christmas every year and although it was for only two weeks every December...The memories flood my mind. The first memories of my Granparents farm was a summer time, enough for a post position of it's own. (later) This one's for ellen and her sneaky chickens. I will fore go the story of exactly how one gets to the kitchen table, some wild lesson my Grandfather just HAD to share. You know the 'one' it's the classic. I only had minor problems with the sneaky chickens but my Grandparents had horrid, nasty, vicious chickens. Banni chickens...for bantam....for any small breed, sometimes called miniatures. Maybe they were so horrid to make up for a small stature?? I actually had to be given a self-defense lesson against the beasts. This was after the 3rd time I left the house and a search and rescue party had to be dispatched to get me out of the peach tree. My screaming and wailing was of no service, actually, you know, I think maybe they just let me sit a spell before the rescue ensued. I had done the picnic table, the fence posts, hay bales, the hood of Pop's truck and some stuff I wasn't supposed to climb. My Grandmother does not recall the ladder being up for the peach tree but by golly there it was and then there I was treed by the beastly bannies. My Grandmother was my martial arts master. Sometimes my Grandfather would have to laugh. He just HAD to but my Grandmother never..never laughed at me, although she did turn her back on me quite a bit. Whatever that was about?? Well all I had to do was remind the killer chickens that I was bigger than they were so I hopped and squawked and flapped my own wings every bit as much as they could and took an occasional swipe at them with a foot. Yes, sometimes my Grandfather just had to laugh.

This appears to be one of those things I was not supposed to climb. Like the water tank. You can just tell how rotten nasty that bird is. Probably got some poor sweet 7 year old right up that ladder.

To Paint? or go to the beach?

2009-05-27T11:17:00.008-04:00

Painting Myself Into a Corner Lee Harvey Roswell 2006.

I'm just having all these way mixed up thinking bouts that get me all mixed up. I should move. Everybody else is moving. I want to move. I'm ready to move, I'm supposed to move. So I've decided to completely do the OMGawd, she's lost her mind (again but this time she should be committed) and let the games begin. Even the newly appointed Ambassador is moving....his desk and I'm going to assume at least across town. I guess it could just be a different floor? So I can move across town or to another floor. I'm going to pack up this entire house. Live in chaos all summer, from boxes. Paint walls, move furniture....THROW OUT 4 TONS OF stuff. Even if I don't have the courage to do all that over the top, I can do one room at a time and maybe Mr. Frank won't even notice I need a ride to The Bin. This is good good good. I have a plan. Dumb Ass Plans are still a beginning. I can get halfway (just like me) through a plan and find it is not practical or effective. My govt. does it all the time. I feel so much better. I will formulate my Dumb Ass Plan right after I take complete inventory of Lowe's. I'll start with my office.

oh i have a headache.

So sure it all begins with a closet!!

School's out for Summer!

2009-05-25T14:28:00.008-04:00

I was so excited to turn 30 years old. I would be all grown up. I would finally be able to get my shit together. I would balance my checkbook, paint ever room in my house all at the same time. That did not happen quick enough so I gave it up and decided to shoot for all proper and organized at 40. I got a tattoo instead. Something to commemorate turning 40. My tattoo story is so fantastic and I know you will love it. I'm going to open my summer vacation tales of flight and fancy fantasy with the story of my dragon tattoo. I will officially be unemployed on June the 1st. I will have 20 days to ponder my fate until summer begins on the books 6/21/09. Retired....for the summer. Well I don't have to race to another job so I thought I might be able to get my stuff together this summer. Write a book, paint a self portrait, put a new roof on the house. OK then, how about clean a closet and lose 10 pounds? Sheesh.....read a book.

I worked from my home in Florida for a realtor in Atlanta. I loved my job and I was very good at it, in pajamas. True. My boss handles REO's for several clients. In the olden days of banking, when a bank took a house back it went to auction. Now more often than not the bank has a division of REO's (Real Estate Owned) that they market. My boss the realtor only does property that was corporate owned (the bank). Very different marketing from general realty. It was my job to manage the properties. I turned the lights on in Atlanta. The gas, the water, did the lawns, ordered minor repairs, got bids for major repairs and have had to find a rat chaser. I did the billing and paid the bills. I promoted myself several times and my boss tried to fire me several times. I told her you cannot fire slaves. Although I readily agreed to be banished any time Friday afternoon she so ordered. She also just happens to be my bestest, most wonderful friend this side of the Mississippi. Her youngest son has graduated from 8th grade and they are moving back to San Diego this summer. Verily I go.

Before this, I was an Ambassador for an Insurance company. Well, they thought I was their secretary.......

2009-05-24T11:36:00.005-04:00

Coral Rose has provided me with her first bloom after transplant. There is a bud on every stem to back this first one up, so, a very happy plant we have. We have some sunshine this morning and I believe everything in the yard will probably grow a foot before the P.M. promised showers arrive. I'm looking forward to this summer as I will be on vacation. I quit my job in April but gave a last official work day of 6/1/09. When it's all over I should be required to post, "What I did on my Summer Vacation". Which, right now, makes me think if I can't get to something outrageous, I should prepare some sort of wild tale to tell. A work of fiction. A novella. Sci-fi?? So if 'they' don't stop by to ask me if I'd like a road trip around the galaxy, I'll have to make one up. So, if 'they' do stop by...would you believe me? I have a large fear of not being believed, if/when something of unusual circumstances befalls my living. Mr Frank has promised to not smile in my face at a wild tale I might subscribe to. I suppose enough odd behavior and remarkable conversations have insured some validity to any story from my lips. I like that. I say odd things, I believe odd stuff, I get away with it so yes, I'm weird.
As rose buds go, I am facing an onslaught. A fierce attack that I have no defense of. This is so cool and makes me wonder where My Dragon has got to. To mention, I think this is a great start for Summer Vacation Tales. This last shot of Coral Rose bud #1 from transplanted is of her last hurrah! Swan Song. She is a beaut.

2009-05-22T10:49:00.005-04:00

Do you believe like I believe? Do you believe in Magic? A friend of mine once explained there were two kinds of people to play magic to. Some show wonder and curiosity and revering high-spirited joy, exposed to slight of hand. The rest are naysayers. Is it akin to that cup we see? Just that very simple coin from the ear is still a thrill. Children are gracious for magic. Young minds, quick eyes and immediate grins and giggles. When do we begin to become austere? How do we lose our minds of magic? I've heard we can lose our ability to fly in our dreams when we have abandoned our imaginations. Oh pishposh, grow up. Some parts of growing up should not be tossed aside. That bright light magic piece of mind to a child. THAT, should very gently be polished and cared for and utilized............with abandoned when called upon. Magic. It's everywhere.

2 eggs (place in cup of hot tap water to bring to room temp)
1/2 cup of milk (bring to room temp)
1/2 cup sifted all-purpose flour
1 pinch salt (I don't)
1 pinch nutmeg (I don't)
2 Tbs. butter
2 Tbs. powdered sugar

1) Place a 10 inch cast iron skillet (I use a glass pie pan) inside oven and preheat to 475*
2) In a bowl of appropriate size (said a medium bowl, duh?) beat eggs with a whisk. Add milk and stir. Gradually whisk in flour. (nutmeg and salt, I don't)
3) Remove skillet from oven and reduce oven heat to 425*. Melt butter in hot skillet to completely coat the inside. Pour all the batter into the skillet and return to oven.
4) Bake until puffed and lightly browned, about 12 minutes. DO NOT PEEK. Remove promptly and sprinkle with powdered sugar.

I also use syrup. I also have stuffed these with a breakfast concoction (sausage, peppers, potatoes all cooked up). I have stuffed these with fruit and creme cheese. This is delicious any way you cut it. This is also magic. DO NOT PEEK.............you will not believe your eyes.
Dutch Babies.
Very very easy. Everybody try.

2009-05-22T00:54:00.003-04:00

My Mighty Oak. I've never owned a tree before. I love being that person that cares for this tree. I feel this tree when I am in the yard, underneath her. I've scrunched my shoulders once or twice, wondering if she might thump my noggin to get me thinking. The most hysterical, stop breathing moment...and convinced me to never be without a ball cap.... picking up small twigs to bolder tiny branches. A commotion racket RUN RUN RUN freakazoid. So I stop dead still because I am so startled I do not know which way to run...and three feet to my side a squirrel with a death clench on a branch. PLOPS! I think he is dead. I 'oh poor thing', 'so sad' ?? he moves.......He's three feet from me. Do I run? He does not run, he sits up, looks at me?? Is she going to eat me? We both still. Ponder. Finally, thank God, he gets real and runs. As my wits come slowly back to me, I smile. Then I am over come by the complete Holy Shit Ordeal of my squirrel. Well of course he is mine, he's in My Mighty Oak.

Squirrel...da da da ta da. sing sing. jump hop launch whoosh...cool da da ta da woo hoo. launch, ah snag. get it.YEA. launch.....CRACK! WTHOLYGUACAMOLE fawahamp. ooff. He fell 512 feet, hit the deck knocked the stuffin out of himself and passed out. how worse can it get?? It does. he wakes to see me. All the way to the ground I am going to die. Why did that branch break? Why didn't I know this could be? I open my eyes and I am. Then....it was badder. It's looking at me and I am not yet in my own mind (something about oxygen) FINE, I'm dead again. ouuuo, not very quick, is it? RUN!

I laugh at my good fortune. Really laugh loud. I am blessed and thankful My Mighty Oak did not whack me in the head with a squirrel.

Please Send Pizza

2009-05-13T00:18:00.008-04:00

It is day 4 of my captivity. Thanks to the current level of torture, sleep deprivation, I have failed 6 word verification tests. I am hunch-back due to the physical abuse I endure for hours at a time. My head is continually filled with propaganda.... e i e i o.....I am not fed properly. I have 4 minutes to bathe. My clothes are shredded. I am held hostage by a small tiny ravenous gobbledegook speaking mostly humanoid creature that is ruler of the world. I must obey.

do not be deceived.......she must be obeyed.

2009-05-11T23:22:00.003-04:00

There are many occasions that can call for candlelight. It can make any very best wonderful thing going on just that much more special. Illuminate the magic.

We know how and we know we are supposed to.......be nice to ourselves. A very special dinner out, just because. A massage, just because we can. Just because we can should flow right to because we should. Why do we deny ourselves? Make all the noise and excuses you believe could justify. We've all heard them and used them.

Take a shower by candlelight.

2009-05-10T12:14:00.002-04:00

Happy fun day for all.

*Verily I Go*