In case you wondered...I have combined On a Quest....with The Church of the Great Oval at wordpress. I hate friggin' blogger. If I cannot comment on your blog you know why. Google won't let me.
For all of you that care where I am at now, you can find me here for right now:
churchofthegreatoval.wordpress.com
I have moved all my On a Quest... posts there and will tag them as On a Quest...
Love ya all!!
Clance'
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Brilliance and the 49er
I amaze my Self with my brilliance most of the time. When I originally set up On a Quest on old Blogger (being the technical genius that I am) I didn't know I could have more than one blog on the same user and password. I had sent my Self an invite so I could have both blogs on the same dash board. Anyhoo...when I changed to the new blogger at The Church, On a Quest did not change. Then I , of course couldn't remember the user and p.w. and I had set this up when I had AOL and don't have access to the email address any longer. Anyway I couldn't post here. Now I finally figured out what user name I had used to set this up. Guess what the user name was that I couldn't for the life of me figure out? My friggin' name. DUH.
So......I am up and running again.
I suppose I should get around and about blogging so you know I am here again. I have to go find my Buddie's.
Ta-ta!!
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Why yes....I am back...
Long vacation huh? *snicker**
I will be up dating On a Quest... with some of my adventures soon... but right now I just don't have time to do both blogs. I am posting regularly at The Church. That doesn't help if your not much a NASCAR fan tho does it!! I miss all my regular reader's here a lot, especially The Tower members.
I will be back posting here ASAP, probably after the New Year. Don't forget Bab's birthday is Dec.31. I think it would suck to have a birthday on a day the whole world celebrates. I think the New Year celebration's might over ride the birthday. I know that on the years that the Super Bowl falls on mine (Lauren's birthday is the same day as mine you now!)everyone always forgets me.
Anyway, I am watching, as well as I can, the new grandbaby. I hear him peeping and gotta run!! MIss you All ....Later Gator's!
I will be up dating On a Quest... with some of my adventures soon... but right now I just don't have time to do both blogs. I am posting regularly at The Church. That doesn't help if your not much a NASCAR fan tho does it!! I miss all my regular reader's here a lot, especially The Tower members.
I will be back posting here ASAP, probably after the New Year. Don't forget Bab's birthday is Dec.31. I think it would suck to have a birthday on a day the whole world celebrates. I think the New Year celebration's might over ride the birthday. I know that on the years that the Super Bowl falls on mine (Lauren's birthday is the same day as mine you now!)everyone always forgets me.
Anyway, I am watching, as well as I can, the new grandbaby. I hear him peeping and gotta run!! MIss you All ....Later Gator's!
Friday, July 28, 2006
Back on vacation again.
We are still gold mining....for the updated scoop and some pics go to The Church.
We will be back Aug 5th.
Miss you all!!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Free Iraqi
I want to call your attention to a blog that I have been reading for awhile.
Ali is a man is an Iraqi gentleman, who lives in Baghdad. His insight, commentary and perspectives paint a balanced picture of what is really happening in the Iraq. Ali commentary comes from an honest place within himself. His posts are not biased or influenced by the American or World Media. He glories in the gift of free speech.
He speaks of the cultures and beliefs that divide his country.
He speaks about the Sunni insurgency from the perspective of a free Iraqi.
He speaks of the American Military presence from the balanced perspective of a "Freed" Iraqi.
He speaks of the formulation of the new government without the bias of a preferred party, belief system, or foreigners influence.
He was "out" for bit and is now back in the blogosphere.
We are glad you are back, and above all, safe, Ali. Please continue to teach us what your world is about...
And thank you.
Free Iraqi
Ali is a man is an Iraqi gentleman, who lives in Baghdad. His insight, commentary and perspectives paint a balanced picture of what is really happening in the Iraq. Ali commentary comes from an honest place within himself. His posts are not biased or influenced by the American or World Media. He glories in the gift of free speech.
He speaks of the cultures and beliefs that divide his country.
He speaks about the Sunni insurgency from the perspective of a free Iraqi.
He speaks of the American Military presence from the balanced perspective of a "Freed" Iraqi.
He speaks of the formulation of the new government without the bias of a preferred party, belief system, or foreigners influence.
He was "out" for bit and is now back in the blogosphere.
We are glad you are back, and above all, safe, Ali. Please continue to teach us what your world is about...
And thank you.
Free Iraqi
Monday, June 19, 2006
The Rules of Drunk Dialing
I stole this off my daughter's (the hairdresser) blog at My Space:
The 20 Rules of Drunk Dialing
1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement.
2. It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.
3. If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you" (
4. Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something.
5. Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come.
6. Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober.
7. It is definitely a good idea to call all of your exes and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night.
8. You can also call this same ex and let him/her know, that you know, that he/she still loves you. Then explain to him/her that I would still love me too!
9. If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time.
10. It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. Especially a show tune.
11. Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex-crazed...Never angry.
12. Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem".
13. If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it.
14. Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing.
15. If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing.
16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually too costly to be a good idea. But if you really feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, break rule 15 and use a friend's phone.
17. Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared.
18. When dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 A.M. usually doesn't involve cards, it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?"
19. Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends upwith you blow drying your phone when your far too drunk to be using electronics and you won't be able to drunk dial anymore that night.
20. Never, I repeat, never drunk dial your boss, preacher, grandpa, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunks.
There are some things I don't need to know about my kids.
I have been trying to upload my pictures of our trip...can't seem to hit it when it's actually working. Dang. I am anxious to show them to you all. I guess I could use Flickr or Frappr and make an album.
Duh....fast thinking Clance'...
The 20 Rules of Drunk Dialing
1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement.
2. It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.
3. If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you" (
4. Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something.
5. Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come.
6. Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober.
7. It is definitely a good idea to call all of your exes and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night.
8. You can also call this same ex and let him/her know, that you know, that he/she still loves you. Then explain to him/her that I would still love me too!
9. If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time.
10. It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. Especially a show tune.
11. Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex-crazed...Never angry.
12. Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem".
13. If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it.
14. Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing.
15. If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing.
16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually too costly to be a good idea. But if you really feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, break rule 15 and use a friend's phone.
17. Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared.
18. When dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 A.M. usually doesn't involve cards, it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?"
19. Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends upwith you blow drying your phone when your far too drunk to be using electronics and you won't be able to drunk dial anymore that night.
20. Never, I repeat, never drunk dial your boss, preacher, grandpa, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunks.
There are some things I don't need to know about my kids.
I have been trying to upload my pictures of our trip...can't seem to hit it when it's actually working. Dang. I am anxious to show them to you all. I guess I could use Flickr or Frappr and make an album.
Duh....fast thinking Clance'...
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Made it home...
Got home safe and sound last night, tho a bit late *heehee...
I will update you on the trip with some pics a bit later. I am trying to get caught up up on my blogs and buddies today.
I will update you on the trip with some pics a bit later. I am trying to get caught up up on my blogs and buddies today.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
On a Quest...again...Memorial Day Weekend
Well here are a few pictures. Havn't quite figured out the Picasa thing...We are leaving agin and will be back on Monday...off to go find some more gold...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Memorial Day Weekend
We are headed out tomorrow morning for a little long weekend. We are going up into the Eagle Cap Wilderness area of OR ` Sumpter OR to be exact. There is a huge flea market and goldmining festival there evry Memeorial Day Weekend. I can't wait.
It's also my growing up stomping grounds. I grew up in Eastern Or and lived in the Eagle Caps Wilderness area of Joseph/ Wallowa Lake as an adult for awhile. I also live in the teensy town of Richland when I was little and my father was working on the Construction of Hells Canyon Dam. Those years of living in Richland were the happiest of my childhood. I think that is where my love of freedom and joy began. I got my first "big"bike there. The town was so tiny. I was in second grade and I could go all over town all by my self. It was the first place we ever lived that I had my own room. I could walk or ride through town and people would say "Hi Clance! The entire town would shut down for homecoming football games. All the surrounding homes and farms had to tie down any loose, because it all ended up on Main St. at some point in the night. Mail boxes...Outhouses. Sheds. Wheelbarrows. Yard Decor. You name it...you would have to go retrieve it. It was wonderful!
I love this trip.
It's also my growing up stomping grounds. I grew up in Eastern Or and lived in the Eagle Caps Wilderness area of Joseph/ Wallowa Lake as an adult for awhile. I also live in the teensy town of Richland when I was little and my father was working on the Construction of Hells Canyon Dam. Those years of living in Richland were the happiest of my childhood. I think that is where my love of freedom and joy began. I got my first "big"bike there. The town was so tiny. I was in second grade and I could go all over town all by my self. It was the first place we ever lived that I had my own room. I could walk or ride through town and people would say "Hi Clance! The entire town would shut down for homecoming football games. All the surrounding homes and farms had to tie down any loose, because it all ended up on Main St. at some point in the night. Mail boxes...Outhouses. Sheds. Wheelbarrows. Yard Decor. You name it...you would have to go retrieve it. It was wonderful!
I love this trip.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Fare Ye Well Old Freind...RIP Ramrod...1945-2006
"He's gone and nothing's gonna bring him back
...He's gone"
Robert Hunter
Damn it anyway Ramrod. Say hello to the rest of our freinds i.e.: family, k?
He had only been sick a short while. Diagnosed with lung cancer.
I've got to quit smoking...I planted a White Begonia, symbolizing me, in with my Scarlett Begonia's today. I have one Scarlett Begonia planted for every one of my "Dead" frends who are probably, truly the Grateful Dead.
from Robert Hunter
Elegy for Ramrod
Most never knew his given name.
They called him Ramrod.
Lawrence didn't fit him.
He came down from Oregon,
Prankster sidekick of Cassady,Kesey and the merry crew,
a silent stoic in a vocable milieuhis heart was stolen by the Grateful Dead.
A country boy, not given to complexity, 
his crowning gift was loyalty
for which he was loved more than
the common run of men by friends.
This is not to say more than was so,
the common fault of eulogies
which shine the silver of modest virtue
into the gold of rareness.
Every soul owes life a death.
Between each heartbeat is a moment
within which the pulse is still.
In the longer beat between life and death
a man was here we called a friend,
a father, a husband and a son.
He is us and we are him,
his death is ours, our lives are his.
Some see Heaven as dying's recompense,
some acknowledge only nothingnessin a space we know not of,
in a place we know not where.
But this we know, as a poet said:"To have been here but the once
Never can be undone."
Some will pray, some just remember.
Those who pray, having prayed,
will go on to pray for others.
Those who remember,
having remembered for awhile,
will in the course of time forget,
more so as the years dissolve.
This is as it should be
lest death overstep its bounds
and impinge too much on life.
Life, being what is, cannot
impinge too much on death.
The circumstance we most desire
in grief which shakes our branches
like some holy hurricane raging
through this barren world of little light,
is that our brother be gathered in glory.
If so, rejoice!
If wishful thinking,
give thanks instead
that he was here among us.
Delivered from the testing fire of pain,a truer heart was never broken.
You will be missed Ramrod...RIP.
"They say blood is thicker than water, but what we've got is thicker than blood,' " ~ Bob Weir
Ditto.
I planted another Scarlet Begonia for Ramrod today...Godspeed Buddy.
"I am Ramon Rodriguez Rodriguez, the famous Mexican guide," ~Ramrod
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Yummy!
I'm a Talent!
You're a risk-taker, and you follow your passions. You're determined to take on the world and succeed on your own terms. Whether in the arts, science, engineering, business, or politics, you fearlessly express your own vision of the world. You're not afraid of a fight, and you're not afraid to bet your future on your own abilities. If you find a job boring or stifling, you're already preparing your resume. You believe in doing what you love, and you're not willing to settle for an ordinary life.
Talent: 74%
Lifer: 23%
Mandarin: 38%
Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.
I dare Beautiful Dreamer to go do this and post it. Come on and join the crowd...
Mouser brought us breakfast again. I hate skinning these things.
His belly all full, he decided to
take a nap with my daughter's dog
Godzilla,who happens to
believe
he is a sheep/cow herder).
They are laying on her 6 month pregnant belly. Another little grandson - to arrive sometime in August...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Ancient Eskimo Heart-Prayer
Ancient Eskimo Heart-Prayer: "Uncle teaches that the Qilaut, or Eskimo Wind Drum, is a circle that has no beginning nor ending, in which we all belong. Only The Great Creator holds the handle, and every time He touches upon the rim, He hears the heart beat of mankind. The stronger the heart beat the healthier mankind is.
Read this powerful heart-prayer from the ancient Eskimo tradition:
My hope is that we will all have a strong heart beat
so we can be healthy together
and since it is your heart beat
every time you talk to your heart
she will always speak back."
Check out Kate Dechard's blog Wisdom.
She is a Beautiful Spirit who write's with a profound connection to the Universe. One of the most uplifting work's I've come across in a long time.
Blessed be your day too...
Tally Ho!
Read this powerful heart-prayer from the ancient Eskimo tradition:
My hope is that we will all have a strong heart beat
so we can be healthy together
and since it is your heart beat
every time you talk to your heart
she will always speak back."
Check out Kate Dechard's blog Wisdom.
She is a Beautiful Spirit who write's with a profound connection to the Universe. One of the most uplifting work's I've come across in a long time.
Blessed be your day too...
Tally Ho!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Nasty ol' Moon...
The moon must have a Scorpio twist today. My emails are all about sex. I am hoping that zillions of people will see this so my "secks" (don't wa
nt my blog to come up on any searches from the pervs...) life... um...well you know, will perk up and show some life again.This one is from my daughter. I still prefer to think of my children as having no idea what secks* is about. However, considering I have 6 grandchildren and another little boy on the way (set to appear in August), I suppose my denial should be broken by now.
^^^^^
1. Secks is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smoo
th.2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.
3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner.
4. Secks is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!
5. Secks is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being.
6. The more secks you have, the more you will be offered. The secksually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle secks perfumes drive the opposite secks crazy!
7 . Secks is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.
8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.
9. Secks actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.
10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Secks is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.
This message has been sent to you for good luck in secks.
The original is in a room in the basement of the Dwight House Pub. It has been sent around the world nine times. Now secks has been sent to you. The "Hot Secks Fairy" will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on.
If you don't, then you will never receive good secks again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off. This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need secks (who doesn't?).
Don't send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price.
Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in .5 hours.Please send ten copies and see what happens in four days.(ok...I am waiting!)
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Then came this one from my best freind since we were 19 or 20. By the way she has started a new blog called Dream Gems. She has the wierdest dreams...I have been saving them forever. She is also very intuitive. When she says she has a "feeling" about me or has a dream about me. I pay atttention quick. She is very gifted and hilarious too.. She and Jackie Sue would be a hoot and a half together...
Snow in Jamaica...
A lady goes on vacation to Jamaica. Upon arriving, she meets a black man, and after a night of passionate love making she asks him, "What is your name?"
"I can't tell you" the black man says.
Every night they meet and every night she asks him again what his name is and he always responds the same way, he can't tell her.
On her last night there she asked again, "Can you please tell me your name?"
" I can't tell you my name because you will laugh at me.", said the Black man.
"There is no reason for me to laugh at you," the lady said.
"Fine, my name is Snow!" the black man replied.
Immediately the lady burst into laughter!
The black man got mad and said, "I knew you would make fun of my name!"
The lady replied, "I'm not making fun of your name. I'm thinking of my husband who won't believe me when I tell him that I had 10 inches of Snow everyday in Jamaica!" (author unknown)
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Happy Mother's Day...
I hope you all had a Happy Mother's Day if you are a mother. I hope you remebered to tell your daughter's Happy Mother's Day. If you aren't I hope you honored your mother. If your Mother is no longer with us, I hope you honored someone elses's mother or a woman who was never able to have children. If your mother was a piece of crap, I still hope you told her at least thank you for giving you life...I hope your partener's honored you for just being a wonderful women, as we all are. Blessed Be to all of you...
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Did you know?
This *click here* pisses me off.
I do not believe for a freaking second anything the Bush Administration says... growwwwwwwwl.
** MY cool Discovery of the Day:
Check out this blog... Hypnocrites... FABULOUS Political Vision!!
(** cartoon published with permission ~ courtesy of David Honig )
Then of course there is this:
I love this Sheriff...
"On Wednesday night, Arpaio's posse fanned out across the desert, looking for illegal immigrants being smuggled on state highways and local roadways. In the past six weeks, Arpaio's operation has jailed 146 undocumented immigrants, including 12 smugglers.
Arpaio said Wednesday that he hoped his agency's efforts would be a deterrent, with illegal immigrants and smugglers realizing they're going to jail.
"They have to get the message and stop coming over here," Arpaio said. "Do it legally."
Now on to my other new soapbox...
Our Govt. "seems" tipping off the Mexican G
ovt. regarding the activities of the Minut
e Men. Of course they deny it.The Minute Men Blog is quite an interesting read.
Rant....Rant...in the words of John Lennon...
Strange Days indeed...
Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening
cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed...strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winnerand no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed...most peculiarMama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's Ufo's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
Most peculiar, Mama....
**NOTE: I am in no way a predjudiced person. I have 2 grandchildren that are half Mexican. Dale is half
Mexican. (*Dale and his family prefer the term Mexican to Hispanic...They are proud of their Toltec/ Chi-wa-wa:) ancestry) His mother immigrated to the U.S. in the late '40's as a young woman. She busted her rear end to provide her children with a decent home environment. BUT...she did it LEGALLY. She will be the first one to spew in her still _very broken English:
"Send them back to Mexico...The good one's will immigrate legally. No matter how long it takes."
Along with some other explicit comments in Spanish. You wanna hear someone rant about this imigration/illegal issue?
You should hear her.
By the way...do you watch Dr. Phil?
DR. PHIL WAS CONDUCTING A GROUP THERAPY SESSION WITH FOUR MOTHERS...
HE TOLD THE YOUNG MOTHERS
"YOU ALL HAVE OBSESSIONS".
TO THE FIRST MOTHER, HE SAID, "YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH
EATING... YOU'VE EVEN NAMED YOUR DAUGHTER CANDY."
HE TURNED TO THE SECOND MOM. "YOUR OBSESSION IS WITH
MONEY... AGAIN, IT MANIFESTS ITSELF IN YOUR CHILD'S NAME, PENNY."
HE TURNS TO THE THIRD MOM. "YOUR OBSESSION IS ALCOHOL,
THIS, TOO, MANIFESTS ITSELF IN YOUR CHILD'S NAME, BRANDY."
AT THIS POINT, THE FOURTH MOTHER GETS UP TAKES HER LITTLE
BOY BY THE HAND AND WHISPERS, "COME ON DICK, WE'RE LEAVING.
May Your Days be Interesting...
Tally HO!! Onward...
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Party...Party...Party!!
Well crud...I thought if you got drunk that alligators would be nicer. They seem like a partying kind of bunch don't they?
Study: Alligators Dangerous No Matter How Drunk You Are | The Onion - America's Finest News Source
Study: Alligators Dangerous No Matter How Drunk You Are | The Onion - America's Finest News Source
Monday, May 08, 2006
Who, What Where and Why?
This is a picture of The Elk Creek Meanders in Idaho's Stanley Basin. One of the most beautiful places you could ever see. It is about 3 hours from me.
The town of Stanley is routinely the coldest place in the U.S. in the winter.
There are a ton of natural hot springs all over.
Can you guess who said this?
"To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you
are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want
to get there."
I'll give you another clue tomorrow.
Can you guess why I am asking? Give it a shot...
My letter from the Universe today:
"You know how the wind, no matter how blustery, remains as silent as it is invisible, until it meets with leaves, and kites, and flags, and such? Well, Clance', it’s exactly the same with the manifesting forces that make dreams come true, until they meet with expectation. And right this second, they're whirling all around you, my little chiquita.
Happy Monday - The Universe
**NEWS FLASH * WEATHER ADVISORY ~ This week's forecast will be marked with buoyant optimism scattered throughout the land (especially over Boise) with intermittent bursts of hope, faith and euphoria that are expected to create numerous high pressure cells ideal for dreams coming true. So get on out there, Clance', and soak up those manifesting rays; it's going to be gorgeous.
Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!"
JEESH!! I LOVE Mike Dooley. You can get a Daily Note from the Universe too.
His Adventurer's Club is too much fun. He also has a lot of really neat free e-cards. There is never any spam, and the Adventurer's Club and Forum is a ton of fun and very inspiring. It is one of my favorite sites on the Web.
Gotta go. I have ton of things to do today. I am determined to finish the last of the painting I started awhile back. We got our new furniture and I can arrange it until the painting's done. I should probably douche out my house while I am at it too.
I get way too distracted by shiny objects way too easily I guess.
I am having Denise do a new template for the Church for me. The way I am motivating myself to finish is , as soon as I have all my other projects done... I get to play with what I want to do at the Church.
I am so like a little kid. I just want to play all day right now. It was a long ,rough winter. I am still recovering from Hell.**
**Update on Dale: Dale's hell still continue's in a lot of ways. He is still in a lot of pain all the time. His energy lever is nil. He is sleeping most of the time right now, catching up and healing from the ordeal. The Ribaviron stays in his system for 6 months. BUT at least the psych effects from the Interferon and Ribaviron combo are getting better every day. I am seeing some of the "guy I fell in love with" a little more every day. He is not near as cranky, and we even went 7 whole days without a disagreement of any kind (other than our political oppositional stands about George dummer-n-IQ60-ya. ** ).
Life is beginning to get back to normal in tiny bits every day.
!!Yippee!!
...Tally HO!!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Twin Falls, ID-duh-ho
I found (**borrowed) some beautiful pictures today of Twin Falls Idaho, where I was born. I will be adding a link to Idaho Blogs of note to my blog here soon. There are some really good ones out there. I found these pictures on an Idaho Blog called Sister Chicks Rule. It is a team blog that I wasn't able to comment on. BUT just in case they find the link to the picture with the linkback, E-MAIL ME PLEASE!!!! Go to my profile and I will email
you right back. I think we are in the same neighborhood, sort of. I recognized your house. I would love to meet with the "Idaho Bloggers" in the area for coffee once a month or so. That would be so cool. Let me know if any of the rest of you "here in I-Duh-ho" Blogger's would enjoy that....
If you're one of those "asshole / self - righteous / of course we control the vote" I-duh-ho-an's that just wants to push your agenda, don't bother to contact me.
I already know enough of your type and I do not want to be your friend.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Thursday's Monday Photo Shoot
My dear freind Antonette has a cool thing going on at her blog, called Monday Photo Shoot.
Here are the directions, stolen word for word from her blog, Jottings from Jersey, by me.
Your Monday Photo Shoot: Snap some shots of the birds around you. Whether they're out your window or in your house as pets, let's see some pictures of yo
ur fine feathered friends. You can take new shots or use old ones -- but try not to use shot you've already used before. Also remember that although it's called the Monday Photo Shoot, you can put up pictures on Tuesday, Wednesday or even Thursday morning and still have them part of the roundup on Thursday afternoon.
If you aren't already aware, Antonette has one of the best NASCAR blogs aroun...
Unrestricted: My NASCAR Rants and Raves. Antonette has also built a beautiful Memorial Website to Dale Earnhardt Sr, She is an Earnhardt Fan Always 3 Lady of the Blogoshere. Check out all her sites. Each is unique and wonderful. Her personal blog Jottings from Jersey, has always got a meme or two on it. She is just a lot of fun.
Here is a Red Hawk that was flying above my house night before last. I am elusively chasing my wild canary's again this year...They are shredding the screen on my office window to make a nest in the tree just off my window sill. I will get some pictures. I am determined. They are a bit of a challenge. They just don't sit still and they are fast.
Here are the directions, stolen word for word from her blog, Jottings from Jersey, by me.
Your Monday Photo Shoot: Snap some shots of the birds around you. Whether they're out your window or in your house as pets, let's see some pictures of yo
ur fine feathered friends. You can take new shots or use old ones -- but try not to use shot you've already used before. Also remember that although it's called the Monday Photo Shoot, you can put up pictures on Tuesday, Wednesday or even Thursday morning and still have them part of the roundup on Thursday afternoon. If you aren't already aware, Antonette has one of the best NASCAR blogs aroun...
Unrestricted: My NASCAR Rants and Raves. Antonette has also built a beautiful Memorial Website to Dale Earnhardt Sr, She is an Earnhardt Fan Always 3 Lady of the Blogoshere. Check out all her sites. Each is unique and wonderful. Her personal blog Jottings from Jersey, has always got a meme or two on it. She is just a lot of fun.
Here is a Red Hawk that was flying above my house night before last. I am elusively chasing my wild canary's again this year...They are shredding the screen on my office window to make a nest in the tree just off my window sill. I will get some pictures. I am determined. They are a bit of a challenge. They just don't sit still and they are fast.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
6 Weird Things about Me.
PJ tagged me with the 6 weird things about me meme. I laughed when she did, as I thought this would be an easy meme because, there are a lot more than 6 weird things about me.
I think weird is a compliment.
The definition of weird is:
weird (wîrd) pronunciation
adj., weird·er, weird·est.
1. Of, relating to, or suggestive of the preternatural or supernatural.
2. Of a strikingly odd or unusual character; strange.
3. Archaic. Of or relating to fate or the Fates.
n.
1.
1. Fate; destiny.
2. One's assigned lot or fortune, especially when evil.
2. often Weird Greek & Roman Mythology. One of the Fates.
tr. & intr.v., weird·ed, weird·ing, weirds.
Slang. To experience or cause to experience an odd, unusual, and sometimes uneasy sensation. Often used with out.
[Middle English werde, fate, having power to control fate, from Old English wyrd, fate.]
weird'ly adv.
weird'ness n.
SYNONYMS weird, eerie, uncanny, unearthly. These adjectives refer to what is of a mysteriously strange, usually frightening nature. Weird may suggest the operation of supernatural influences, or merely the odd or unusual: “The person of the house gave a weird little laugh” (Charles Dickens). “There is a weird power in a spoken word” (Joseph Conrad). Something eerie inspires fear or uneasiness and implies a sinister influence: “At nightfall on the marshes, the thing was eerie and fantastic to behold” (Robert Louis Stevenson). Uncanny refers to what is unnatural and peculiarly unsettling: “The queer stumps … had uncanny shapes, as of monstrous creatures” (John Galsworthy). Something unearthly seems so strange and unnatural as to come from or belong to another world: “He could hear the unearthly scream of some curlew piercing the din” (Henry Kingsley).
Thesaurus -
adjective
1. 1. Of a mysteriously strange and usually frightening nature: eerie, uncanny, unearthly. Informal spooky. See fear/courage, usual/unusual.
2. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, strange, unnatural, unusual. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual.
3. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, strange. See usual/unusual.
I also consider the word strange to sometimes be a compliment.
strange (strānj) pronunciation
adj., strang·er, strang·est.
1. Not previously known; unfamiliar.
2.
1. Out of the ordinary; unusual or striking.
2. Differing from the normal.
3. Not of one's own or a particular locality, environment, or kind; exotic.
4.
1. Reserved in manner; distant.
2. Not comfortable or at ease; constrained.
5. Not accustomed or conditioned: She was strange to her new duties.
6. Archaic. Of, relating to, or characteristic of another place or part of the world; foreign.
adv.
In a strange manner.
[Middle English, from Old French estrange, extraordinary, foreign, from Latin extrāneus, adventitious, foreign, from extrā, outside, from feminine ablative of exter, outward.]
strange'ly adv.
SYNONYMS strange, peculiar, odd, queer, quaint, outlandish, singular, eccentric, curious. These adjectives describe what deviates from the usual or customary. Strange refers especially to what is unfamiliar, unknown, or inexplicable: All summer I traveled through strange lands. Peculiar particularly describes what is distinct from all others: Cloves have a peculiar aromatic odor. Something that is odd or queer fails to accord with what is ordinary, usual, or expected; both terms can suggest strangeness or peculiarity: I find it odd that his name is never mentioned. “Now, my suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose” (J.B.S. Haldane). Quaint refers to pleasing or old-fashioned peculiarity: “the quaint streets of New Orleans, that most foreign of American cities” (Winston Churchill). Outlandish suggests alien or bizarre strangeness: The partygoers wore outlandish costumes. Singular describes what is unique or unparalleled; the term often suggests a quality that arouses curiosity or wonder: Such poise is singular in one so young. Eccentric refers particularly to what is strange and departs strikingly from the conventional: His musical compositions were innovative but eccentric. Curious suggests strangeness that excites interest: Americans living abroad often acquire a curious hybrid accent. See also synonyms at foreign.
Thesaurus -
adjective
1. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, unnatural, unusual, weird. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual.
2. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, weird. See usual/unusual.
3. Of, from, or characteristic of another place or part of the world: alien, exotic, foreign. Archaic outlandish. See native/foreign.
The adjective strange has 4 meanings:
Meaning #1: being definitely out of the ordinary and unexpected; slightly odd or even a bit weird
Synonym: unusual
Antonym: familiar (meaning #2)
Meaning #2: not known before
Synonym: unknown
Meaning #3: being or from or characteristic of another place or part of the world
Synonyms: alien, exotic
Meaning #4: not at ease or comfortable
Ok. I fit a great deal of those definitions and descriptions.
1. I read all magazines backwards first, and then from front to back.
2. I love a good dill pickle and peanut butter sandwich.
3. I cannot swim at all. Terrified of it.
4. I LOVE to jet ski, canoe and kayak.
5. I love teeter-totters.
6. I think Patchouli is the very best smell in the world.
Dale came up with a few others but I told him:
“There are just some things they don’t need to know.”
He replied:
“ You don’t want them to know your Dale Jr. collection is bigger than your Tony collection, do you?”
I bristle.
“ Shhhh. Only because there are more cool Jr. cars available.”
I lift one eyebrow and look him straight in the eye…
“And we are not even going to bring up the Gordon cars, now are we?”
By the way…look what UPS brought me today.
I think weird is a compliment.
The definition of weird is:
weird (wîrd) pronunciation
adj., weird·er, weird·est.
1. Of, relating to, or suggestive of the preternatural or supernatural.
2. Of a strikingly odd or unusual character; strange.
3. Archaic. Of or relating to fate or the Fates.
n.
1.
1. Fate; destiny.
2. One's assigned lot or fortune, especially when evil.
2. often Weird Greek & Roman Mythology. One of the Fates.
tr. & intr.v., weird·ed, weird·ing, weirds.
Slang. To experience or cause to experience an odd, unusual, and sometimes uneasy sensation. Often used with out.
[Middle English werde, fate, having power to control fate, from Old English wyrd, fate.]
weird'ly adv.
weird'ness n.
SYNONYMS weird, eerie, uncanny, unearthly. These adjectives refer to what is of a mysteriously strange, usually frightening nature. Weird may suggest the operation of supernatural influences, or merely the odd or unusual: “The person of the house gave a weird little laugh” (Charles Dickens). “There is a weird power in a spoken word” (Joseph Conrad). Something eerie inspires fear or uneasiness and implies a sinister influence: “At nightfall on the marshes, the thing was eerie and fantastic to behold” (Robert Louis Stevenson). Uncanny refers to what is unnatural and peculiarly unsettling: “The queer stumps … had uncanny shapes, as of monstrous creatures” (John Galsworthy). Something unearthly seems so strange and unnatural as to come from or belong to another world: “He could hear the unearthly scream of some curlew piercing the din” (Henry Kingsley).
Thesaurus -
adjective
1. 1. Of a mysteriously strange and usually frightening nature: eerie, uncanny, unearthly. Informal spooky. See fear/courage, usual/unusual.
2. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, strange, unnatural, unusual. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual.
3. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, strange. See usual/unusual.
I also consider the word strange to sometimes be a compliment.
strange (strānj) pronunciation
adj., strang·er, strang·est.
1. Not previously known; unfamiliar.
2.
1. Out of the ordinary; unusual or striking.
2. Differing from the normal.
3. Not of one's own or a particular locality, environment, or kind; exotic.
4.
1. Reserved in manner; distant.
2. Not comfortable or at ease; constrained.
5. Not accustomed or conditioned: She was strange to her new duties.
6. Archaic. Of, relating to, or characteristic of another place or part of the world; foreign.
adv.
In a strange manner.
[Middle English, from Old French estrange, extraordinary, foreign, from Latin extrāneus, adventitious, foreign, from extrā, outside, from feminine ablative of exter, outward.]
strange'ly adv.
SYNONYMS strange, peculiar, odd, queer, quaint, outlandish, singular, eccentric, curious. These adjectives describe what deviates from the usual or customary. Strange refers especially to what is unfamiliar, unknown, or inexplicable: All summer I traveled through strange lands. Peculiar particularly describes what is distinct from all others: Cloves have a peculiar aromatic odor. Something that is odd or queer fails to accord with what is ordinary, usual, or expected; both terms can suggest strangeness or peculiarity: I find it odd that his name is never mentioned. “Now, my suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose” (J.B.S. Haldane). Quaint refers to pleasing or old-fashioned peculiarity: “the quaint streets of New Orleans, that most foreign of American cities” (Winston Churchill). Outlandish suggests alien or bizarre strangeness: The partygoers wore outlandish costumes. Singular describes what is unique or unparalleled; the term often suggests a quality that arouses curiosity or wonder: Such poise is singular in one so young. Eccentric refers particularly to what is strange and departs strikingly from the conventional: His musical compositions were innovative but eccentric. Curious suggests strangeness that excites interest: Americans living abroad often acquire a curious hybrid accent. See also synonyms at foreign.
Thesaurus -
adjective
1. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, unnatural, unusual, weird. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual.
2. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, weird. See usual/unusual.
3. Of, from, or characteristic of another place or part of the world: alien, exotic, foreign. Archaic outlandish. See native/foreign.
The adjective strange has 4 meanings:
Meaning #1: being definitely out of the ordinary and unexpected; slightly odd or even a bit weird
Synonym: unusual
Antonym: familiar (meaning #2)
Meaning #2: not known before
Synonym: unknown
Meaning #3: being or from or characteristic of another place or part of the world
Synonyms: alien, exotic
Meaning #4: not at ease or comfortable
Ok. I fit a great deal of those definitions and descriptions.
1. I read all magazines backwards first, and then from front to back.
2. I love a good dill pickle and peanut butter sandwich.
3. I cannot swim at all. Terrified of it.
4. I LOVE to jet ski, canoe and kayak.
5. I love teeter-totters.
6. I think Patchouli is the very best smell in the world.
Dale came up with a few others but I told him:
“There are just some things they don’t need to know.”
He replied:
“ You don’t want them to know your Dale Jr. collection is bigger than your Tony collection, do you?”
I bristle.
“ Shhhh. Only because there are more cool Jr. cars available.”
I lift one eyebrow and look him straight in the eye…
“And we are not even going to bring up the Gordon cars, now are we?”
By the way…look what UPS brought me today.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Dumber than a rock?
I am back finally! I felt like I was gone forever! Jeesh...I missed my blogs.
I have a new "Clance can be dumber than a rock" story. (*keep in mind I talk to rocks. I don't think they are dumb at all. They make me money. I am going to be nice to them forever. I think I need to be dumber than something else. A post. Yeah... now what kind of a post?) Oh wait...can't be a post either, because then posting to a blog would be dumb. Ok, well sometimes maybe...
Dumber than a ?? Help me come up with the perfect word.
Dumb, does not mean I am dumb. I am not. I have a very high IQ. I am also very Aquarian. The astrological flower of Aquarius is the daffodil, which is also where the word "daffy" comes from. The definition of daffy is silly in an amusing or harmless way. Sometimes annoying to people to tend to be a bit anal. *giggle*
My daughter Alaina is a hairdresser. A very anal hairdresser too. That makes for perfect cuts.
She has been wanting to cut my hair for a while. It was getting really long and I couldn't do much with it because it is fine and I am pretty low maintenance. The last year, my hair has been even more of an issue. I would fix it, hot flash and then have to fix it again, along with my makeup. I would hot flash, sweat and it would all be gone.
I let her cut it. It's a great cut for me, kind of funky and I can do several things with it and still pull it up when I am 300 degrees inside of myself and rising...we also have jet ski's and I need to be able to pull it up then. I bought on of the flat irons to do it with. She assured me it was easy and I would like it. I tried and tried to get my hair to do the little splayed out thing. Tried and tried and tried. I got frustrated because it wasn't doin anything like it should have. I call Alaina and told her she was going to have to show me how. She came over today to show me. She said show me what you are doing. I showed her how I was using it. She said "Well, your doing it right Mom, perfect in fact."
"You just have to turn it on first."
That did help, by the way.
I have a new "Clance can be dumber than a rock" story. (*keep in mind I talk to rocks. I don't think they are dumb at all. They make me money. I am going to be nice to them forever. I think I need to be dumber than something else. A post. Yeah... now what kind of a post?) Oh wait...can't be a post either, because then posting to a blog would be dumb. Ok, well sometimes maybe...
Dumber than a ?? Help me come up with the perfect word.
Dumb, does not mean I am dumb. I am not. I have a very high IQ. I am also very Aquarian. The astrological flower of Aquarius is the daffodil, which is also where the word "daffy" comes from. The definition of daffy is silly in an amusing or harmless way. Sometimes annoying to people to tend to be a bit anal. *giggle*
My daughter Alaina is a hairdresser. A very anal hairdresser too. That makes for perfect cuts.
She has been wanting to cut my hair for a while. It was getting really long and I couldn't do much with it because it is fine and I am pretty low maintenance. The last year, my hair has been even more of an issue. I would fix it, hot flash and then have to fix it again, along with my makeup. I would hot flash, sweat and it would all be gone.
I let her cut it. It's a great cut for me, kind of funky and I can do several things with it and still pull it up when I am 300 degrees inside of myself and rising...we also have jet ski's and I need to be able to pull it up then. I bought on of the flat irons to do it with. She assured me it was easy and I would like it. I tried and tried to get my hair to do the little splayed out thing. Tried and tried and tried. I got frustrated because it wasn't doin anything like it should have. I call Alaina and told her she was going to have to show me how. She came over today to show me. She said show me what you are doing. I showed her how I was using it. She said "Well, your doing it right Mom, perfect in fact."
"You just have to turn it on first."
That did help, by the way.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
OW.
PORTLAND, Ore. - An Oregon man who went to a hospital complaining of a headache was found to have 12 nails embedded in his skull from a suicide attempt with a nail gun, doctors say.
Surgeons removed the nails with needle-nosed pliers and a drill, and the man survived with no serious lasting effects, according to a report on the medical oddity in the current issue of the Journal of Neurosurgery.
The unidentified 33-year-old man was suicidal and high on methamphetamine last year when he fired the nails - up to 2 inches in length - into his head one by one.
The nails were not visible when doctors first examined the man in the emergency room of an unidentified Oregon hospital a day later. Doctors were surprised when X-rays revealed six nails clustered between his right eye and ear, two below his right ear and four on the left side of his head.
The study did not say how long the nails were, and a hospital spokeswoman refused to release that information. A photo published in the study suggests the nails range from 1 1/2 to 2 inches long.
No one before is known to have survived after intentionally firing so many foreign objects into the head, according to the report, written by Dr. G. Alexander West, the neurosurgeon who oversaw the treatment of the patient.
The man at first told doctors he had had a nail gun accident, but later admitted it was a suicide attempt.
The nails came close to major blood vessels and the brain stem but did not pierce them. The patient was in remarkably good condition when he was transferred to Oregon Health & Science University in Portland, where the nails were removed.
The patient was later transferred to psychiatric care and stayed under court order for nearly a month before leaving against doctors' orders.
Surgeons removed the nails with needle-nosed pliers and a drill, and the man survived with no serious lasting effects, according to a report on the medical oddity in the current issue of the Journal of Neurosurgery.
The unidentified 33-year-old man was suicidal and high on methamphetamine last year when he fired the nails - up to 2 inches in length - into his head one by one.
The nails were not visible when doctors first examined the man in the emergency room of an unidentified Oregon hospital a day later. Doctors were surprised when X-rays revealed six nails clustered between his right eye and ear, two below his right ear and four on the left side of his head.
The study did not say how long the nails were, and a hospital spokeswoman refused to release that information. A photo published in the study suggests the nails range from 1 1/2 to 2 inches long.
No one before is known to have survived after intentionally firing so many foreign objects into the head, according to the report, written by Dr. G. Alexander West, the neurosurgeon who oversaw the treatment of the patient.
The man at first told doctors he had had a nail gun accident, but later admitted it was a suicide attempt.
The nails came close to major blood vessels and the brain stem but did not pierce them. The patient was in remarkably good condition when he was transferred to Oregon Health & Science University in Portland, where the nails were removed.
The patient was later transferred to psychiatric care and stayed under court order for nearly a month before leaving against doctors' orders.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Dorothy Parker Society
Here are some audio clips of Dorothy Parker reading her own works at age 71. Her personal and public life was one of high society, controversy, addiction, joy, pain and tragedy.
Dorothy Parker Society
I wonder if she ever knew how great she was, or how many people adored her during her life. I know she knows now...so many people still adore her. She has inspired me onward during many a tough time in my life.
One of my other favorite quotes of Dottie's is:
I should never have put all of my eggs into one bastard.
Almost Full Moon
I took this picture this evening a little after midnight. It has been raining here forever so I have not been able to take any night pictures. I wanted to share this one. It cam
e out pretty cool. Taking pictures at night is one of the "nurturing" things I do for my Self.
I have a lot of pictures to upload from the last month or so. It seems every time I try, I am not able for one reason or another. Blogger issues I imagine. I know there have been a lot of problems, but I have been here a very long time, and tho it takes awhile when they do have a problem, they always fix it. I am so glad Bab's blogs are back and no harm except frustration have happened.
e out pretty cool. Taking pictures at night is one of the "nurturing" things I do for my Self.I have a lot of pictures to upload from the last month or so. It seems every time I try, I am not able for one reason or another. Blogger issues I imagine. I know there have been a lot of problems, but I have been here a very long time, and tho it takes awhile when they do have a problem, they always fix it. I am so glad Bab's blogs are back and no harm except frustration have happened.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
On my garden santuary wish list...
I love yard work and gardening and Spring. I have created my own little santuary in the backyard. Peaceful, private...my little haven.
I love elves and fairies. I have found the sweetest most beautiful and realisistic little guys for my garden. Elves that really speak to both my and Dale's hearts and personalities. There are quite a few of them. I think I will treat myself to them one at a time...No, on second thought, I need them all at once. Take a look at them and some of the other fine and unique objects of delight here.
Make sure you check out the cute little weanie babies while your there too.
I love elves and fairies. I have found the sweetest most beautiful and realisistic little guys for my garden. Elves that really speak to both my and Dale's hearts and personalities. There are quite a few of them. I think I will treat myself to them one at a time...No, on second thought, I need them all at once. Take a look at them and some of the other fine and unique objects of delight here.
Make sure you check out the cute little weanie babies while your there too.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Spaceports
Check this out! My dream is to go up in space. There is a lot of information on space ports and travel on this blog. I loved it.
Spaceports
Spaceports
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Plum Village, Hypnosis and Song of the South!
WARNING!! Do not read this if you do not want to be hypnotized?
Today is the last day of Dale's treatment! Yee haw!! Yahoo!! Yippity Skippity!
Zippity DOO DAH! Skippity AYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
**sing along with me now....**
Wonderful Feeling! Wonderful DaAAAYYY!!!!
Now that song will be stuck in your head all day now.
That's right...very good...and you will have a happy day today, won't you?
yes...yes..you are.
Aren't you now?
Now... that you are all happy go here and vote for Tony Stewart.
Have a fabulous day!!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
HELLEWWWWWW?
Dear All:
Still alive.
2 more days left til end of treatment. Yay!
Go here,
It's where I am when I am not sorting through my ruins or in the Emergency room with Dale.(yes he is fine)
More later....'
ME.
Still alive.
2 more days left til end of treatment. Yay!
Go here,
It's where I am when I am not sorting through my ruins or in the Emergency room with Dale.(yes he is fine)
More later....'
ME.
Friday, March 24, 2006
The Planet of Unreality
Regarding your comments to my previous post:
Of course, I took pictures. The one thing about having an obsession with cloud formations is I miss something cool when I don't have my camera. Therefore I have my camera with me at all times. It is like my wallet.
Of course I had a little chat with the Manager and then I called the OWNER. I called the owner not only in regard to the disaster I walked into, but also had a little chat regarding the attitude of of his young manager. I will be meeting with the owner tomorrow. He can negotiate something with me here, as long as it is on my terms. If not, we are going to court.
Here is a pretty good George Dumr-n-ya article.
I love Eugene Robinson...
The Planet of Unreality
T.O...C.U.
Of course, I took pictures. The one thing about having an obsession with cloud formations is I miss something cool when I don't have my camera. Therefore I have my camera with me at all times. It is like my wallet.
Of course I had a little chat with the Manager and then I called the OWNER. I called the owner not only in regard to the disaster I walked into, but also had a little chat regarding the attitude of of his young manager. I will be meeting with the owner tomorrow. He can negotiate something with me here, as long as it is on my terms. If not, we are going to court.
Here is a pretty good George Dumr-n-ya article.
I love Eugene Robinson...
The Planet of Unreality
T.O...C.U.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
An inside look into my life ...
RRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!
So I went to my storage unit this morning....and well... let's just say I am not happy camper and the manager of the place that I have paid $145.00 a fucking month to store my stuff safely for nearly 2 years knows it.
It has only been a little over a month since I was there last.
I opened my door .... the smell hit me...and there was mold all over the walls. All over my stuff.
AND there were also MICE droppings ALL OVER.
Needless to say I got a moving truck my stuff all out of there and in my back yard and I will be sorting through it non stop til I am done, working off my RAGE.
I probably won't post here again until Monday, unless I need to do some more venting. I will be posting at The Church tho as it is Bristol weekend and I need to do my scope's and another movee of the week about my NASCAR Men of Daring vs. The Aliens. If you haven't seen all of the saga, you can do a search of the blog posts on Aliens and it will catch you up to where we are.
Buh-bye for now.
Chin up....Tit's out.
So I went to my storage unit this morning....and well... let's just say I am not happy camper and the manager of the place that I have paid $145.00 a fucking month to store my stuff safely for nearly 2 years knows it.
It has only been a little over a month since I was there last.
I opened my door .... the smell hit me...and there was mold all over the walls. All over my stuff.
AND there were also MICE droppings ALL OVER.
Needless to say I got a moving truck my stuff all out of there and in my back yard and I will be sorting through it non stop til I am done, working off my RAGE.
I probably won't post here again until Monday, unless I need to do some more venting. I will be posting at The Church tho as it is Bristol weekend and I need to do my scope's and another movee of the week about my NASCAR Men of Daring vs. The Aliens. If you haven't seen all of the saga, you can do a search of the blog posts on Aliens and it will catch you up to where we are.
Buh-bye for now.
Chin up....Tit's out.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Jealous of the Moon and RX Issues
Well...I was going to try to post some pictures of my before and after and the progress I have made, but I guess the picture uploading issue isn't resolved. So again, another day. I got some really cool cloud pictures I wanted to show too. Maybe I will upload them somewhere else and post the link later on today, if I get the time.
I heard this song a few weeks ago on the radio. You know how you hear a song and it hits you and you love it? How it sings to your soul? I have only heard it a few times ever. I guess this group is really popular and the song has been out for awhile. Somehow I had never heard it.
It reminds me of me, it reminds me of you, and it reminds me of all of us at some point in our lives. I burst into tears the first time I heard it.
It's a beautiful song. I finally found all the lyrics.
"Nickel Creek "
"Jealous Of The Moon"
Tryin' on a brand new dress
But you haven't worn the old one yet
You've come too far
To turn around now
You've given up the good fight
You're as strong as anyone
You're back where you started from
I see you're back where you started from
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just being where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
Drag your pretty head around
Swearin' you're gonna drown
With a beautiful sigh
And a river of lies
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
Why don't you call me,
I could save you
Together we'll find a God
we can pray to
That'll take you by the hand
I hate to see a friend of mine
Laughing out loud
When she's crying inside
But you've got your pride
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
But you're stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
You're starin' down the stars
Stayin' where you are
You're jealous of the moon
But there's nothing you can do
If you're too scared to try
I like this song a lot too:
Fill your heart with light
Allow it to find you
Surrender your fears,
your pain and your tears.
Fill your soul with light
Allow it to guide you
To your true self
Don't be afraid to let go. ~ Francine Aubrey
As I cruise the Blogosphere, I am noticing a lot of people with Health Insurance issues. Not enough money to pay for meds that are needed to live their daily lives.People are going without. How many people actually die because they couldn't but their meds, I wonder. I don't think that would be listed on the death certificate as the cause of death, do you?
It makes me sick that a country like the United States of America even has a tiny issue with this, let alone a HUGE one.
I hate George Bush. I can't wait til he is out of the Presidency. Did I ever tell any of you that? AND no, DUBYA, the media did not create my opinion for me or influence me. I said when you were cheated into your position, that our country was going to Hell, cuz maybe YOU are the Anti- Christ. You have done nothing yet to prove my theory wrong. You continue to validate my thoughts.
The IRS wants to sell our personal information. To protect us.
OH GOODY!! NEATO!! Thanks Big Brother!!I don't know how I would manage my life without all those other people having my information.
I am in the wrong freaking buisness I guess.
Our personal tax information is already processed by people outside of the country. Our Federal Govenment is so helpful, and thoughtful to provide jobs to others by outsourceing more jobs. We have way too many jobs here in the US now, anyway. Nobody in the US needs that money to live on. GRRRRRRR.
Oops...got sidetracked from Goodness and Light...
Here is a resource that is awesome. I hope this info helps someone. They have programs that fit for everybody.
Free Medicine Foundation brings together America's pharmaceutical companies, doctors, patient advocacy organizations and civic groups to help low to mid-income, uninsured patients get free or nearly free prescription medicines. Its mission is to increase awareness of and enrollment in existing patient assistance programs for those who may be eligible. Through their website, Free Medicine Foundation offers a single point of access to more than 500 public and private patient assistance programs, including more than 150 programs offered by pharmaceutical companies. To learn more visit www.FreeMedicine.com or call 1-573-996-3333 to request a free application.
Thank Canada a little for this, by the way.
I am off to my storage shed to sort though stuff, and bring a load home. I hate going to my storage. I have have things in there for 2 years in May. It's time to sort through it and move on... More about that another day.
I am debating on having a yard sale. Sometimes is is worth it and sometimes not.
Tally HO!! Onward!!
Tits up, Chin out!!
I heard this song a few weeks ago on the radio. You know how you hear a song and it hits you and you love it? How it sings to your soul? I have only heard it a few times ever. I guess this group is really popular and the song has been out for awhile. Somehow I had never heard it.
It reminds me of me, it reminds me of you, and it reminds me of all of us at some point in our lives. I burst into tears the first time I heard it.
It's a beautiful song. I finally found all the lyrics.
"Nickel Creek "
"Jealous Of The Moon"
Tryin' on a brand new dress
But you haven't worn the old one yet
You've come too far
To turn around now
You've given up the good fight
You're as strong as anyone
You're back where you started from
I see you're back where you started from
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just being where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
Drag your pretty head around
Swearin' you're gonna drown
With a beautiful sigh
And a river of lies
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
Why don't you call me,
I could save you
Together we'll find a God
we can pray to
That'll take you by the hand
I hate to see a friend of mine
Laughing out loud
When she's crying inside
But you've got your pride
Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
But you're stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try
You're starin' down the stars
Stayin' where you are
You're jealous of the moon
But there's nothing you can do
If you're too scared to try
I like this song a lot too:
Fill your heart with light
Allow it to find you
Surrender your fears,
your pain and your tears.
Fill your soul with light
Allow it to guide you
To your true self
Don't be afraid to let go. ~ Francine Aubrey
As I cruise the Blogosphere, I am noticing a lot of people with Health Insurance issues. Not enough money to pay for meds that are needed to live their daily lives.People are going without. How many people actually die because they couldn't but their meds, I wonder. I don't think that would be listed on the death certificate as the cause of death, do you?
It makes me sick that a country like the United States of America even has a tiny issue with this, let alone a HUGE one.
I hate George Bush. I can't wait til he is out of the Presidency. Did I ever tell any of you that? AND no, DUBYA, the media did not create my opinion for me or influence me. I said when you were cheated into your position, that our country was going to Hell, cuz maybe YOU are the Anti- Christ. You have done nothing yet to prove my theory wrong. You continue to validate my thoughts.
The IRS wants to sell our personal information. To protect us.
OH GOODY!! NEATO!! Thanks Big Brother!!I don't know how I would manage my life without all those other people having my information.
I am in the wrong freaking buisness I guess.
Our personal tax information is already processed by people outside of the country. Our Federal Govenment is so helpful, and thoughtful to provide jobs to others by outsourceing more jobs. We have way too many jobs here in the US now, anyway. Nobody in the US needs that money to live on. GRRRRRRR.
Oops...got sidetracked from Goodness and Light...
Here is a resource that is awesome. I hope this info helps someone. They have programs that fit for everybody.
Free Medicine Foundation brings together America's pharmaceutical companies, doctors, patient advocacy organizations and civic groups to help low to mid-income, uninsured patients get free or nearly free prescription medicines. Its mission is to increase awareness of and enrollment in existing patient assistance programs for those who may be eligible. Through their website, Free Medicine Foundation offers a single point of access to more than 500 public and private patient assistance programs, including more than 150 programs offered by pharmaceutical companies. To learn more visit www.FreeMedicine.com or call 1-573-996-3333 to request a free application.
Thank Canada a little for this, by the way.
I am off to my storage shed to sort though stuff, and bring a load home. I hate going to my storage. I have have things in there for 2 years in May. It's time to sort through it and move on... More about that another day.
I am debating on having a yard sale. Sometimes is is worth it and sometimes not.
Tally HO!! Onward!!
Tits up, Chin out!!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Spring Equinox
Happy Spring Equinox. I love this day.
I found this this morning and thought it was kind of cool to share:
Make a Prayer Flag - How To
Inspired by Earth, Water, Fire, and Air, by Cait Johnson (SkyLight Paths, 2003).
Spring is here, and the winds of change are blowing; the sky fills with birds and returning life is everywhere. In this season of airy expansiveness and hope, we can send out our wishes for peace, healing, and harmony on the winds with a simple prayer flag, inspired by a traditional Tibetan Buddhist practice. Here’s how to make a prayer flag.
This can be as simple or as elaborate as you like or as time allows, but all you really need is a small piece of smooth fabric, any size you like (although traditionally, these are not larger than about a twelve-inch square). You could use a piece torn from a discarded sheet, or an old handkerchief.
First, give some time and thought to the prayer you want to send out into the world. Now, using paint or an indelible pen or marker, write or draw your prayer on the fabric. If you have the time and the desire, you could add appliqués, hand-embroidery, or painting, but these are strictly optional.
Attach your flag to a length of string by folding down an inch of fabric from the top and doing a simple running stitch, then threading a piece of string through this channel. You could also use safety pins, or sew a length of ribbon at both top corners that are used to tie the flag to the string.
On a breezy day, bring your prayer flag and string outdoors and take a moment to ground and center yourself. Close your eyes and imagine the winds taking your prayer out to the world. Now choose a place to leave your flag where the wind will be able to move it. Branches of trees are ideal, but you could also place a stake in the ground and tie one end of your string to the top of it, with the other end of the string tied to a stone or smaller stake placed in or on the earth. Some people string their prayer flags across the top of a porch, or from tree to tree. You can add several prayer flags to your line.
Whenever you see your flag dancing, allow your heart to go out on the winds with your prayer.
****************
Wendy sent me a card from this site once and it has the neatestest stuff on it. Thanks Wendy!!
Peace and New Beginnings to all of you today.
I found this this morning and thought it was kind of cool to share:
Make a Prayer Flag - How To
Inspired by Earth, Water, Fire, and Air, by Cait Johnson (SkyLight Paths, 2003).
Spring is here, and the winds of change are blowing; the sky fills with birds and returning life is everywhere. In this season of airy expansiveness and hope, we can send out our wishes for peace, healing, and harmony on the winds with a simple prayer flag, inspired by a traditional Tibetan Buddhist practice. Here’s how to make a prayer flag.
This can be as simple or as elaborate as you like or as time allows, but all you really need is a small piece of smooth fabric, any size you like (although traditionally, these are not larger than about a twelve-inch square). You could use a piece torn from a discarded sheet, or an old handkerchief.
First, give some time and thought to the prayer you want to send out into the world. Now, using paint or an indelible pen or marker, write or draw your prayer on the fabric. If you have the time and the desire, you could add appliqués, hand-embroidery, or painting, but these are strictly optional.
Attach your flag to a length of string by folding down an inch of fabric from the top and doing a simple running stitch, then threading a piece of string through this channel. You could also use safety pins, or sew a length of ribbon at both top corners that are used to tie the flag to the string.
On a breezy day, bring your prayer flag and string outdoors and take a moment to ground and center yourself. Close your eyes and imagine the winds taking your prayer out to the world. Now choose a place to leave your flag where the wind will be able to move it. Branches of trees are ideal, but you could also place a stake in the ground and tie one end of your string to the top of it, with the other end of the string tied to a stone or smaller stake placed in or on the earth. Some people string their prayer flags across the top of a porch, or from tree to tree. You can add several prayer flags to your line.
Whenever you see your flag dancing, allow your heart to go out on the winds with your prayer.
****************
Wendy sent me a card from this site once and it has the neatestest stuff on it. Thanks Wendy!!
Peace and New Beginnings to all of you today.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
HELLO??
I have someone who has been to my blogs many time according to the ip address. They read the Church blog today and came from a blog here. I always go check out other blogs and what is there is lot of very deep poetry and a last post type poem. I contacted the IP provider with th IP address which is all I can do. I am just sick tho. I hope it was just a poem. If not then thank the Universe for cookies.
The IP Provider Supervisor that I spoke with was runniung a trace on the IP address and contacting the local police immediately.
The post was written 22 minutes after the last visit to my blog. It says in the profile that she is in the 8th grade (mispelled weirdly, like on purpose) but the poetry on this blog and the other two blogs that are linked to it and go back awhile are way too deep for a child. I believe any way....She has been writing for awhile. Very intelligent, well done, deep posts...
Say a prayer for her....That is all we can do.
I just hope it is a venting poem or a cry for help....
Like I said...this person reads both my blogs all the time.
I was going to go take a nap and I decided to check my stats real quick. That was 7 minutes after the blog post.
I was having a really good day.
I am sending out a prayer call to the Tower Troops...
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Folowing Taz...
I have decided to follow Tazfans lead and post pictures of my redecorating. Whenever I am in a rut I paint. Sometimes I start a painting project and think, why the HELL did I do that? I am in the midst of one of those.
I repainted the kitchen awhile back as you may remember, because my template was changing daily too. I am happy with the color of the kitchen. (Same green as my blog.)
The doc upped Dale's Adovan until he is off treatment, so once again we are both human. **He is sedated....I am breathing without being afraid of starting something** Jeesh, I will be so glad when this is over. I know you are probably sick of hearing about it but I gotta vent somewhere...
Onward....no more whining today.
SOOOOOOOO...I got up early today and took everything of the walls in the entryway. Ran to the paint store and picked out a color call Navaho White. Brought it home. Opened the can. Looked at it **see the confusion on my face yet??**and it is a yellow color. Thought... SHIT. It is snowing and I didn't want to go anywhere else today and this is messing up my plan.
So, my mind being the way it is, I thought, screw that, I am not going anywhere. I will just change the paint myself. So I went out to my studio, grabbed some paint and started mixing so I could have the color I wanted. Needless to say, 3 hours later, the color is really ugly, and I am going to go back to the paint store and spend another 30 bucks to buy another gallon of the color I wanted in the first place. I can't return the first one because I messed with it, soooooo my impulse will cost me twice as much, my plan is shot, and I have to make a new one. It is still snowing and now the traffic is crazy between here and the freaking paint store.
I think I will just take the back road and go to Home Depot instead.
The positive here? I now have a can of paint in a very customized color that I have no idea what I will do with.
This is what Dale gets for choosing an Aquarian woman to be his mate.
I repainted the kitchen awhile back as you may remember, because my template was changing daily too. I am happy with the color of the kitchen. (Same green as my blog.)
The doc upped Dale's Adovan until he is off treatment, so once again we are both human. **He is sedated....I am breathing without being afraid of starting something** Jeesh, I will be so glad when this is over. I know you are probably sick of hearing about it but I gotta vent somewhere...
Onward....no more whining today.
SOOOOOOOO...I got up early today and took everything of the walls in the entryway. Ran to the paint store and picked out a color call Navaho White. Brought it home. Opened the can. Looked at it **see the confusion on my face yet??**and it is a yellow color. Thought... SHIT. It is snowing and I didn't want to go anywhere else today and this is messing up my plan.
So, my mind being the way it is, I thought, screw that, I am not going anywhere. I will just change the paint myself. So I went out to my studio, grabbed some paint and started mixing so I could have the color I wanted. Needless to say, 3 hours later, the color is really ugly, and I am going to go back to the paint store and spend another 30 bucks to buy another gallon of the color I wanted in the first place. I can't return the first one because I messed with it, soooooo my impulse will cost me twice as much, my plan is shot, and I have to make a new one. It is still snowing and now the traffic is crazy between here and the freaking paint store.
I think I will just take the back road and go to Home Depot instead.
The positive here? I now have a can of paint in a very customized color that I have no idea what I will do with.
This is what Dale gets for choosing an Aquarian woman to be his mate.
Friday, March 03, 2006
March-ing on.
Well, Feb. has passed...
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. My site stats show me that there are a lot of you that die- hardedly check to see if I have written. Thanks.
NASCAR season has started, spring is here...and only a few more weeks of Hep C treatment HELL left.
Dale's viral count is still zero and as of yesterday, his doc's say his last week of treatment will be the week of 3/24/06. The trip to Fontana was way too much for him and Satan has returned in Full Force Plus and is showing no signs of leaving. I am turning into Satan's bride Satania as a result. UGH. UGLY. Not me. I have just freaking had it.
His Doc told me yesterday privately to try to keep standing my ground, and be strong... "It's the med's, honey" she said. "Remember it's not him it's the meds."
I am trying.
I have never been in a truly abusive relationship. I have dated men who showed signs of being abusive, but they didn't get to stay around to long. I did not grow up in an abusive household. Our family had it's issues...yes. All families do. We would fight our issues out, once and for all. Loud? Yes. Ongoing? No. Fight it out. Get it over with. Get on with it.
Vulnerable issues were NEVER allowed to be weapons. We were taught to be repectful of deep feelings and tender hearts. We did not call each other names and "Shut up" was against the freaking law to say. We could yell and get as mad as we wanted. We had to fight fair. My Dad taught us how to deal with issues immediately (my mom was a stuffer... put your blinder's on and pretend it's not there, so peace reigns in the house kinda gal). My dad taught us to compremise or agree to disagree. If you agreed to disagree, that was the end of it. My dad taught us that resentment and anger would eat you up like poison. He taught us to interact and work things out because we were a family, and families loved each other. Love of each other was always to be the first and most important goal. He was a freaking Saint. A drunken saint....but a Saint. Saint Sidney. I wish he was hear now...
But he's not...he is with my Mom again. I can here her say: Just forget about it and stop yelling. I can hear him say: Work it out. Talk it out. Yell it out. Just be respectful or agree to disagree. You love each other and that is what matters... Just get it over with before you go to bed. Stay up all night if you have to. Don't ever go to bed upset.
We have been fighting since Tuesday. Normally I ignore him unless he becomes personally insulting, emotionally abusive or is riding my ass about anything and everything. Therefore I have been on point and defensive, shields and boundaries drawn and defended. I feel like I am at war. Protecting myself. I crossed my own personal line and have went into my own screaming rages this week. Not ok. The Dance of Anger took a bad turn. I feel like crap. He feels like crap.
I am emotionally and physically drained. I am way behind on everything, but...that is the way it is for now. If I keep my dishes done and my house picked up, right now that is good enough for me.
So much for my ranting...on to the day. This too shall pass...
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. My site stats show me that there are a lot of you that die- hardedly check to see if I have written. Thanks.
NASCAR season has started, spring is here...and only a few more weeks of Hep C treatment HELL left.
Dale's viral count is still zero and as of yesterday, his doc's say his last week of treatment will be the week of 3/24/06. The trip to Fontana was way too much for him and Satan has returned in Full Force Plus and is showing no signs of leaving. I am turning into Satan's bride Satania as a result. UGH. UGLY. Not me. I have just freaking had it.
His Doc told me yesterday privately to try to keep standing my ground, and be strong... "It's the med's, honey" she said. "Remember it's not him it's the meds."
I am trying.
I have never been in a truly abusive relationship. I have dated men who showed signs of being abusive, but they didn't get to stay around to long. I did not grow up in an abusive household. Our family had it's issues...yes. All families do. We would fight our issues out, once and for all. Loud? Yes. Ongoing? No. Fight it out. Get it over with. Get on with it.
Vulnerable issues were NEVER allowed to be weapons. We were taught to be repectful of deep feelings and tender hearts. We did not call each other names and "Shut up" was against the freaking law to say. We could yell and get as mad as we wanted. We had to fight fair. My Dad taught us how to deal with issues immediately (my mom was a stuffer... put your blinder's on and pretend it's not there, so peace reigns in the house kinda gal). My dad taught us to compremise or agree to disagree. If you agreed to disagree, that was the end of it. My dad taught us that resentment and anger would eat you up like poison. He taught us to interact and work things out because we were a family, and families loved each other. Love of each other was always to be the first and most important goal. He was a freaking Saint. A drunken saint....but a Saint. Saint Sidney. I wish he was hear now...
But he's not...he is with my Mom again. I can here her say: Just forget about it and stop yelling. I can hear him say: Work it out. Talk it out. Yell it out. Just be respectful or agree to disagree. You love each other and that is what matters... Just get it over with before you go to bed. Stay up all night if you have to. Don't ever go to bed upset.
We have been fighting since Tuesday. Normally I ignore him unless he becomes personally insulting, emotionally abusive or is riding my ass about anything and everything. Therefore I have been on point and defensive, shields and boundaries drawn and defended. I feel like I am at war. Protecting myself. I crossed my own personal line and have went into my own screaming rages this week. Not ok. The Dance of Anger took a bad turn. I feel like crap. He feels like crap.
I am emotionally and physically drained. I am way behind on everything, but...that is the way it is for now. If I keep my dishes done and my house picked up, right now that is good enough for me.
So much for my ranting...on to the day. This too shall pass...
Monday, February 13, 2006
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