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Blog Neglect

I have sorely neglected this blog, this little blog that has served me well in the past for expressing my views, good or bad, and expressing the thoughts that cloud my mind.  My life lately has been one of turmoil.  I have went through many changes with my bipolar-meds, which you can probably deduce from the things I have written.  I think things are back on track again.

Roger and I are no longer knocking boots.  I feel it is wrong.  Don't ask me why, it just is.  It's one of those gut feelings.

My son is desperately trying to get his life back together.  God willing he will. 

I know that Hunter, Travis' son has a birthday toward the end of November.  I want to say it is the 26, but, I am not completely positive.  It is one of the birthdays that I have trouble remembering the date.  I don't know why.  It is such an important date.  My oldest sister's was the same way.  It was sometime in March, but for some reason, I always had trouble remembering which day.  I wish I could send this boy everything he wants, but I can't.  I am such a fuckup.

I have been going through that, looking at my life and at all the times I have fucked up...but I can't change it, can I?  Just try to do better, but I'm still getting a lot of negative feedback from just about everyone.  I spend too much time in my room, which is my sanctuary, my space, my sacred place if you will. 

*CAMPBELL: This is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be, This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.

I'm waiting.


*http://www.whidbey.com/parrott/moyers.htm [Excerpts from the Power of Myth, by Joseph Campbell]

This is a picture of my sister Geraldine, Linda, and me, circa 2001. This is how I think of us. Geraldine passed away in July of 2006. We all miss her very much. We never could figure out which "Golden Girl" we were. I think I figured it out...but, there was a little Blanch in each of us.

On a different note, I dreamed last night that I was talking to Ronald Reagan, who had been elected governor of Virginia, and I was cussing him out...now where in the hell did that come from??

Tag, your it!

These are some of my matches from the popular site Tagged.  Gentlemen, don't pick out your own profile pictures.  Get a woman to help you out with this part of the procedure.
Wait, maybe I do have a match....

No, I know what I'll do, I post a picture of my car....That'll get em...and, it probably will.  I said no cause if you love your car that much, it probably takes up all your time and conversation.  (I'm gonna get slammed for this!)

This gentlemen has found something online that he is either in awe of or is immensely frightened of....either way, it is just a little scarey....

This guy looks like he's trying to sell the car behind him.  "Now this beauty right here, I can make you an offer right now you can't refuse...no money down!"

This guy looks as if he's really twisting around so you can catch a glimpse of that carefully cultivated tiny bit of chest hair he has....

This one I fondly think of as "All dressed up and no place to go".....

He's either very bored, or someone needs to turn off that damn fan before his hat blows away....

Now what lady wouldn't want to ride in the Hooters car??

"So I work in the prison laundry...you got a problem with that...bitch???"

This is my personal favorite.  I do love our men in uniform, but something in this picture screams "I've got issues with my equipment!"

Gee, so many men, so little time....Of course my profile picture sucks balls so much that my computer has hidden it from me so I can't upload it anymore...Damn!  Oh, I just found it...I try to cut down my time visiting those sites..but evidently, not enough!!

Happy Birthday Emma

Just a note to wish my granddaughter, Emma, a very Happy Birthday. She will be four years old, and a magical age that is. Though we have never met, I love her, and wish all her dreams to come true.

This is a picture I found on the internet, and it is a sad one, but shows how very beautiful she is. God bless you, Emma.


She is standing at the memorial for The Lima Company 3rd Battalion 25th Marines at Rickenbacker Air National Guard Base; Marine and Navy Reserve Center in Obetz.

We will miss you Patrick Swayze....

I'm back, again...

I rolled out of bed this morning, and, I literally rolled out of bed. One minute I was dreaming, and the next I had my face in the carpet. When I realized what I had done, I started laughing like a loon. Its just so me...!! Of course this woke Roger up....yes, me and Roger have been knocking boots now and then. And he's still one of my best friends. Go figure...

I made my first ebay purchase recently. I was sorely disappointed. I thought I was getting this great deal on a digital camera. Boy, was I wrong. I should have known that the "You get what you pay for" rule applies everywhere.

I just added this neat gadget from Photo bucket. I think its tres cool.

Well, more later. Blessings!!

Happy Birthday Linda Jean

Today is my sister Linda's birthday. I can't remember how old she is, and she probably can't either!! Ha! A little funny there. The older you get though the harder it is to remember your age. Really. If someone asks you how old you are for some reason you have to stop and think a second or two. If I could I would give the flowers above to Linda Jean, but she lives in California, which is a good distance from Hamtown.

The last time I saw Linda was, oh, Lord, let me think...it must have been in 2000, I think. We had a good time, I know that, and I got to meet her husband, Hank, who is, I swear, I'm not making it up, an Indian Chief.

Whenever you are around Linda, you are going to laugh. She just has this wonderful way about her that magnifies the humor in any given situation. I wish I lived next door to her. But I don't, so I'll just say Happy Birthday and hello to all the children and grandchildren.