Filler

Since I have nothing of value or substance to say today, I thought I'd share with you one of my favorite poems. Enjoy

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas must have felt much the way I feel these days when he wrote this.

Young Love

My baby boy is in love. It's his first love. She's so sweet and cute and just a tiny little thing. He brought her over to Josh's for Thanksgiving. It was so sweet watching them cuddle and kiss. A little sad too. He's my baby. Part of me wanted to cry "You can't love her more than ME!". How silly is that? But, he's MY BABY ! I can't be expected to be sensible. I was hoping this would be years away. Ahh but the best laid plans of Mothers. The heart wants what it wants. When it wants it.
Being the typical nosey Mother that I am, I had to have the talk with him. Again. He was so calm and open it scared me. "Mom" he said "You don't have to worry. We aren't going to be doing anything intimate for a long time. Andrea has plans to go to college and I have my career plans too. We've decided to wait for a long time before we take that step." How cool is that? Is my baby boy smart or what? Of course Andrea is very smart too. She's a senior in high school. In the band, on the drill team, and teaches dance after school. She has beautiful long dark hair and looks so tiny beside my big six foot son. I hope this works out for them. I don't even want to think about him getting his heart broken. He just laughs at me. "Mom" he says, "I think your more excited than I am." Silly child, he has no idea!

Lost

I don't really have anything of importance to say today. I did have a little bit of something to share and after reading Ellen's warning regarding plagiarism, thought I'd better be sure and note my source. I found this interesting hypothesis over at Martins . It works as well as any other theory I've ever heard.

"i had a theory once
i had a theory once.. i knew what happens to the lost sock well u know when u wash them, and one always vanishes.. well the centrifugal force of the spin cycle and the fabric of the sock combine to create a vortex in time space and sends the socks hurtling back in time..thats what killed the dinosaurs and thats what we are burning in fossil fuels our lost socks..

and biro's the amount of times i have lost pens, i had a theory on them too.. they are in fact the eggs of aliens.. after some use they hatch and go wandering off, thats why you never find any pens.. i mean who has ever used a pen right down to nothing.. i must have lost millions of pens over the years.. where are they... they aint here..

does anyone else have an explanation for lost socks and lost pens"

Well, I certainly don't, do YOU?

Black Friday

In years past today has traditionally been thought of by me as Black Friday , because not only is it the day when masses of people go out and try to get their Christmas shopping done while tearing each other limb from limb just to get as many gifts as possible, and spend ridiculous amounts of money, but it's also been the day when I could feel myself begining that spiraling descent into my seasonal depression. The Christmas season has long been an extremely difficult time for me. Last year was probably the first time in 20 or more years that I did not feel like I wanted to crawl in a hole and pull the hole in behind me. I know full well that I owe that to the wonderful people I have come to know and love through blogging. Through them I came to realize I was not alone in my dread and distaste for the so called happiest time of the year . There are many reasons whey this time may not be the happiest time for someone. In fact it might be the worst time of year. There are those who are unemployed and broke. Then there are those who have lost loved ones and don't know how they will be able to bear facing the holidays without them. There are those who's marriages have broken up, who's children have wandered away from home and are seldom heard from. Just to name a few. Not everyone is filled with excitement and anticpation as the cold of December comes knocking at our doors. Yet everywhere we go there's that music and those lights, and all that cheer (yuck). Yes, it can almost be a nightmare. As I'm sure you know, the Christmas season has the highest suicide rate of the year.
When I was awakend this morning by nature's call, my first instinct was to crawl deeper under the coves, grrrrrrr Black Friday had arrived. It wasn't long until I realized that hiding under the covers until January arrived, was not an option. Besides the fact that one can only hold back the call of nature for just so long, I had blogging to do. Getting through my ever growing blogroll takes me longer and longer these days. There are so many wonderful blogs to read. I knew I'd best get started if I wanted to have any time left over for pesky things like eating, cleaning, and such (like peeing). For today my depression would have to take a back seat. So, maybe that's how it will be. Each day, I'll push back that sinking, I wanna stay in bed and cover my head , feeling. At least until I can get through my blog roll. One day (blog) at a time.

ps: Some of you may have noticed (or not) that I don't always comment when I visit. Please don't think that I'm not dropping by, it's just that I figure by the time you read 20 or more comments you aren't really going to remember exactly who said what or why. There only a few blogs on my blogroll that I don't visit every single day. I'm there, lurking in the background, reading, just not talking, and believe me, for me that's an accomplishment (the not talking part).

The Day Before

Tis the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the house, the creatures are stirring, even the mouse, computer mouse that is.
Clouds fill the sky in muted gray tones. The storms have come and gone leaving the streets and gullies overflowing from their rain swelled coffers. The ground is littered with the leaves, gold orange and red, stripped from their branches by the wind and rain. Children are snuggled warm in their houses with video games galore. Here in Poduntville, it's a day for cinnamon buns and coffee.
Preperations are being made for tomorrows great feast. Tater's being peeled, eggs a-boiling, onions chopped. The windows steamed with condensation. The phone's a-ringing, "Are you going to bring this","Yes, we'll bring that".
The family matriach is whiling away the day, sipping her kahlua spiked coffee. Enjoying the freedom that comes from no longer being chief cook and bottle washer.
Alas there some advantages of growing older. One is watching as the younger generation of women discover the joys of preparing the family feast. Just wait untill they realize that clean-up duties were passed along with the apron strings!
Yep, this could well be the best one yet!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING ya'll!

Just Call Me Stone Cold

Or maybe cold-hearted, but I find it hard to garner up much sympathy for a bunch of dumbassed hunters who get into a pissing contest over territorial rights and hunters rights. Yes, it is sad that six people have died and another man's life is virtually over. Along with the countless other victim's family members. What a senseless loss.
I don't know the whole story yet, so all I can go on is what I've read or seen in the news ( FOX/Fair and Balanced News). Just maybe these hunters should have given it a bit of thought before they provoked this man with their racial slurs (again I am basing this on what I read in the news) Maybe one should also think about using racial slurs when addressing naturalized Asian-American's with a semi automatic weapon. Why does this bring to mind the ban on semi-automatic weapons that was just recently allow to exprire?
There were six of them and one of him, and according to him THEY fired on him first. Realistically who had more to fear? I'm not excusing what he did, but he was excercising his Constitutional Rights . Just ask the NRA.
I will admit I don't fully understand hunters and their need to hunt. I do respect their right to do so. In the past I have said I could not understand why any law abiding citizen would need a semi-automatic weapon. Maybe now I do. There were six of them and one of him, if ever one needed a rapid fire weapon, I suppose he did.
Know what else I find interesting? The uproar over this. If it were the movies we'd be applauding the little guy. Or if it were a video game, it would be a top seller.
Sadly not all hunters are as wise and thoughtful as TW's .
*****

p.s.: After doing a little more research I find that I did not have all my facts correct in the above post. It seems that the suspect -- 36-year-old Chai Vang, mistakenly wandered onto the 400-acre property co-owned by Willers and Crotteau. Vang told investigators he didn't know he was on private property and did not see any "no trespassing signs."

Gillis said Willers spotted Vang in the deer stand and ordered him to leave the property, then used a walkie-talkie to notify the rest of the hunting party at a nearby cabin.

In the same affidavit, Gillis quotes Hesebeck as saying Vang walked away from the group after exchanging words with someone. Vang got 40 yards away, removed the scope from his rifle, turned and began shooting, in some cases pursuing the hunters when they ran away, Hesebeck said.

Hesebeck said Willers shot back before being wounded himself.

However, according to Vang's version of events,he had started to walk away as the group of hunters summoned by the first man surrounded him, and one of the men began to call him names. After he was 100 feet away, Vang said, he saw one of the men, who had a rifle, take it off his shoulder. Vang said the man shot at him but missed. Vang said he then removed the scope from his rifle and began shooting.

Vang came to the United States from Laos in 1980 and became a U.S. citizen. The married father of six is a truck driver in St. Paul.

All in all it's a sad and tragic situation. I can't help but wonder how much of this was a result of a lack of tolerance and generosity of spirit.

Thanksgiving Traditions




In my blogabouts for the past few days I've been reading a lot about Thanksgiving and everybody's special family traditions. So I thought I'd share a little about my family's Thanksgivings. I am certain that Houston and I are related. We must be, our memories of the Thanksgivings of our childhood are so similiar, we surely must have been at the same place. Right down to the stout women and the men folk having to sneak out to their cars for a snort of their favorite liberations. Oh how I love to sit and remember those wonderful days spent with cousins, aunts, uncles and Mawmaw and Pawpaw. It just doesn't get any better than that.
There were a couple of years after I married that Thanksgiving was spent with in-laws. Yes, it was everything you can imagine it would be and probably more. But there was always an abundance of good food, which made it at least tolerable.
Then there were the lean years, when we first joined the Army. Money is always tight for young military families, so three or four families would get together and pool our meager food supplies. Those Thanksgivings were good too. We were with people just like us. Our kids played together, the guys talked shop, watched football, and drank their beer. When we were in Germany we celebrated our holidays at the brigade messhall. I tell you now, those Army cooks can put on one darned fine spread. We'd eat, retire to the rec room, where the guys would, yep, watch football, the women sat around and gossiped, the kids played. Ater the game we'd all trip back into the mess hall to eat some more. Afterwards the cooks would pack up any leftovers and we women could take our pick of what we wanted to take home with us. I'd bet you can guess what was always on the top of my list. PIE! I love's me some pie. Best of all there was NO clean up for us ladies.
After we left the Army and moved back to Podunt, I began the tradition of making my own Thanksgiving dinner. It took awhile for me to get it perfected (I never have learned how to make that darned lemon icebox pie that Robert so dearly loves, at least not as well as my sister-in-law, the other Wanda does), but eventually I got things pretty much the way I liked them to be. As the kids got older and began lives of their own, no matter where they were they always tried to make it home for Thanksgiving. Of course as time went on we've had to share them with in-laws and such. We haven't had Daniel home for a couple of years now, but the rest of them present and accounted for.
This year we will begin a new tradition. I'll be passing down the apron. We'll be going to Josh & Amie's, where Amie and Kasey will prepare the dinner. It's the first time for both of them, which means, of course there'll be at least one disaster and maybe even some tears. Amie's making the turnkey (I'll be sure to warn her about the giblets,lol) and stuffing. Kasey's baking the ham and making 'tater-salad'. As for desert, the pies will have to be store bought, since neither of them is a skilled pie maker. No matter, my pies have come from IGA for the past 5 or 6 years. They are darn good and by now no one knows the difference. Amie's making a blueberry cobbler too. All I have to do is sit back, relax, enjoy the grandkids and sip a little wine. This just may be the best one yet.
So goes the circle of life.

Monday Madness

Yea, yea, yea I know, it's a kind of unspoken agreement that I don't discuss politics here in this blog. I try to keep my rantings confined to the other place. But people I just can't let this one pass. It affects us ALL.

WASHINGTON (Reuters) --
The Senate voted 65-30 for the legislation late on Saturday that sets aside funds for a range of priorities including a presidential yacht, foreign aid and energy. It is one of the final pieces of work for the 108th Congress and they may return to finish a spy agency overhaul before the end of the year.

The House of Representatives passed the bill 344-51 earlier on Saturday. But it must also approve a resolution that would correct part of the spending bill that would have allowed lawmakers access to the tax returns of Americans and which provoked outrage among lawmakers from both parties.

...
Democrats fumed that Republican leaders had cut crucial funding for education, health and the environment.

Among other bonuses of the Yacht Bill:

--allows health care providers to use religious opinions in deciding whether or not to deny women abortions (I really don't have a problem with this particular one)
--cuts money for education (Pell Grants)
--cuts money for environmental cleanups
-- $2 million for the government to try buying back the presidential yacht Sequoia.

Majority Leader Tom DeLay, R-Texas, said in the House debate.
"I'm very proud of the fact that we held the line and made Congress
make choices and set priorities, because it follows our philosophy."

Well I don't know about the rest of you but this really pisses me the hell off. It's clear what Mr DeLay's priorities are, and education, health care and the enviroment aren't at the top of his list, at least not here in the US

See how they voted.

Okay, rant over, now back to your regular progamed blogging.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I wonder does anyone remember that song by Johnny Cash? I do. I really liked it too. There were times in my life when it suited me. I know I complain a lot, but I've had some good times. I should be grateful for those and not worry so much about the other stuff.
I also wonder why is it that as we get older and wiser, why don't we start looking better and better instead of dumb and dumber? Our butts get wider, our hair gets thinner, our skin wrinkles, our boobs (an butts) start to sag. Pretty much everything starts to go south. Usually it's not a pretty picture. By that time people have to love us or they'd put us out to pasture for sure. I'm always amazed when I see people in their 70's and 80's falling in love. I mean you really gotta love somebody to want to hook up with them at that age. I wonder too, is the sex still good ( duh,is sex ever bad)? I mean, even the worst sex I ever had was still damn good. I firmly believe that youth is wasted on the young. They just have no idea how to appreciate all the good that comes with being young. Maybe we should start our old and get younger. I mean either way you do it, somebody is going to be changin your diapers. Now isn't that a pleasant thought?
Oh, by the way, Auburn soooooooo kicked butt yesterday. They played around with Bama in the first half, let em think they had a chance. Then BAM ! When they took the field in the second half it was all over but the shoutin! Oh Yeah! To top that off, Ohio State beat Michigan. I was shocked when Iowa beat Wisconsin. Now if only Baylor could have taken down Oklahoma. I guess that means Auburn in the Sugar Bowl, Michigan in the Rose, and Oklahoma in the Orange. I couldn't care less about the rest.
Dat,dat's all folks. Ya'll have a nice Sunday!!

Reflections

Tonight as I was updating my other blog , I went back and started reading some of my posts from way back in March of 03. I was really surprised by how much of what I had written about back then is still relevant today. Things had just started to heat up in Iraq and there was much talk of hope that it would be as quick and easy as we were promised it would be. Much anticipation and angst about those weapons of mass destruction. Would Saddam use them against our troops? Would he use them on his own people? What would happen? When would the war end? Questions we still don't know the answer to.
Then there was the whole Scott & Laci Peterson story. Something else that is still being talked about today. Even though the trial is over, I'm still not sure if he did it or not. If he didn't, then it's tragic that a murder, or murderer's are still roaming around free out there. If he did, then can any woman ever trust her husband and the father of her children? He seemed to nice. So normal. They seemed to be the perfect couple. Much the same as Lori & Mark Hacking. How frightening is it to think that these nice, ordinary young men could cold bloodedly murder their wives?
The world was in a mess and it isn't much better today. In fact I'm almost tempted to say it's gotten worse. Martha Stewart went to prison for lying to federal investigators, yet Ken Lay is still walking around free. Spending the millions of dollars he helped embezzle from the hundreds of people who lost their life savings in the Enron debacle. Is that justice?
I remember at this time last year I was dreading the upcoming Christmas season. So many wanting so much when there is so little to give. I can tell you right now this is one area where I'd like to see some of those old fashioned values re-emerge. I'd love to see people celebrating Christmas for what it is and what it is suppose to represent. Instead of the season of spend,spend,spend. Yes, an old fashioned Christmas would be wonderful. Unlikely to happen, but one can dream.

As you look back on the past year, do you find yourself wondering where did the time go? Have you accomplished all the things you planned to do? Do you feel safer, more secure now than a year ago? Are you financially better off now than then? Is your outlook brighter?
I think I've been thinking too much. It's time to go have a cup of tea and chill. So, will it be coffee or tea?

TGIF!!!

It's been a strange week. I've been worried a lot about some things over which I have no control. I know it's a waste of time to worry, yet I can't seem to stop myself. I'm not a nail biter, but I do let things get to me. I suppose you could say that I'm overly sensitive. You would think that by now I'd have toughened up a bit. After all I'm no spring chicken. I guess some folks just never learn.

I've been having problems with Amanda again. She's pissed with me over some made up in her head crap and is keeping Zachary from coming to visit. I'd like to beat the crap out of her, but somehow I don't think visiting me in jail would be very productive for Zach either. Of course I miss him and I know he misses me, but we are both at the mercy of his crazy freaking mother. I know what his life must be like, living with her every day, but there is nothing I can do about it. At least not right now. But one day, he will be old enough to decide who he wants to live with and when that day comes, he'll be mine. Until then I will just have to endure the pain, and aggrivation she puts us through. I will survive. Hopefully so will Zachary, with as little mental,emotional and physical damage as possible.

On the other hand, my relationship with Kasey has gotten much better. We have both been working hard on getting over the past and building a better relationship. She's gotten much more responsible and I've learned to keep my mouth shut whenever possible. I am learning to respect her as an adult. She is learning that no matter how old she is I am still her Mother. We may make it yet.

I keep reminding myself, my problems are so small when compared with those of others. In many ways I am fortunate. I need to count my blessings and be thankful for them.
Give me time Lord, I'm working on it.
Here's wishing ya'll a pleasant and restful weekend.

Don't It Figure

Here I am out blogging, trying to visit everyone on my continously growing blogroll. Wouldn't you know it, just about the time I get in my groove, Haloscan goes down. Now I have so much to say and nowhere to say it. Dagnabit! One these days grrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh well, while I'm waiting I'll address a little issue that's been bothering the dickens out of me lately. 60 million is NOT half of the country. When the population is 250 million+, 60 million is a mere 1/4th. Actually HALF the country did not vote at all. At least a fourth of them are children and young people under the age of 18. Another eighth are those who are barred from voting because of their legal status, or lack thereof. The other eighth, are those who did not bother to vote (and may I say they darned well got what they deserved for their lack of effort or concern). The remaining fourth did vote they just voted for the other guys. Of course the bottom line is still the same, and it's really a moot point, but it's one I just needed to get off my chest. Now back to your regular programed blogging....

Have ya heard? K-Mart and Sears are joining forces? Do you suppose between the two they can give the dreaded Wal-HellMart some serious compitition? Man, just let Martha be away for a few days (okay if you wanna be picky, make that months) and look what K-Mart goes starts hanging out with! Geesh!!!

Someone pointed out that this year has flown by. Here it is almost Christmas and I haven't even finished off paying for last Christmas. That's it!! I am officially canceling Christmas. I'm taking it off my calender all together. I'll send Jesus a birthday card, but no one else is getting diddly squat from me. I mean it. Seriously I really do. Really. grrrrrrrrr

Something Old & Something New

Hey ya'll, I've updated my blogroll. I took off some of the old ones. They either weren't working anymore, or the blogger stopped blogging, or just weren't appropriate at this time. I've added a few new ones that I've discovered via other people's blogs or comments. There are a couple of them that are really cool.
As I've been getting around to getting caught up with my blog visits, and I've noticed that a few of you had dropped me from your blogrolls. I understand, because there for awhile my blogging was sporadic at best. Now that I'm pretty much back, it mean a lot to me if you add me back in. It just kind of makes me feel like I'm still part of the gang. We all know how important it is to be part of the in crowd, don't we?
Be sure to check out those new links. I think you'll find them as entertaining as I do.
Ciao!

Ah, Yeah, Sure Why Not...

You Are a New School Democrat

You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent. You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats. Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book. You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves.

What political persuasion are you?

Well, except for that whole young and affluent thing.
I am all about free will.
I took this test a couple of times and came up with the same result. The only question that gave me pause was the one on abortion. I do think abortion is wrong, but I also think that is a decision that every woman has to make for herself. Gambling is not okay with me, but lots of folks think that playing the lotto is gambling and I play it every week, so I don't know about that one.

It's Fall Ya'll




I've been thinking, since it's fall, maybe it's time for a change of scenery. What do ya think? Is this fall enough?

Friends





Let me tell you about my friend Ellen. I've never met her in person, but I know she is beautiful. I also know she's smart, and funny, and talented. She has a heart filled with love and goodness. She's a wonderful wife, a loving daughter, a fantastic teacher, and a truly amazing friend. I love reading her stories. They are always either crazy funny or deeply touching. Yes, Ellen really is something else!
Where do I begin to express how much she's come to mean to me. True, we've never met face to face, but I feel so close to her. She knows things about me that even some in my own family don't know. She was the first person I shared my recent burden with. She helped through those early dark hours. She made me realize that I had not been handed a death sentence, but just another battle to be fought. True it is the battle of my life, but she helped me find the will to hope. Because of her I was able to drag myself out of the depths of depression, put on my make-up and face the world. She reached out to others and helped them reach out to me. Words fail me when I try to find the right ones to thank her. How do I say Thank You to someone who helped me help myself?
Now, she's facing a battle of her own. I want to be there for her. I want to hold her hand when she needs to cry. To put my arms around her and give her comfort. To let her know how much she is loved and needed. I want to be there to help her husband and her family as they help her through this battle. There is so much I want to do, but the miles between us won't allow me to be there in body. So I can only offer to be there in spirit. To pray like I have never prayed before. To tell her that she can call me, anytime, day or night. I will be there ready and waiting to listen, to cry, to hold her hand across the miles. I am always just a phone call away.
Someone ask me recently what I wanted for Christmas. Well, here's my Christmas wish. I want my friend Ellen, to win this battle. I want her to be with us for many, many Christmas's to come. That's it. That's all I ask.  

This is MY America

You will notice there's a lot more purple than either red or blue. Well, that's the way I see the United States. No single party has a patent on higher moral values. To imply that those who voted democrat or independent are somehow morally deficit, is as ridiculous as it is to imply that those who voted republican are stupid, religious zealots. We are all simply people struggling to do the best we can in a world that appears to be spiraling out of control around us. That doesn't mean we should sit back and not complain. Or blindly accept the decisions of our government. It is our job to keep them as close to honest as possible, and to insure that they respect the will of the people. All the people.  

Rainy Days

It's no secret that I love rainy days. Except when I have to be out in the rain. Rainy days are meant for snuggling up with a good book, or movie and napping. Not for attending ceremonies, and attempting to have parades. Even the best hair spray and nicest clothes will not stand up to the steady rainfall. Raincoats are for naught. They do not keep your feet dry. Bah humbug.

Thought for the day...Why do we wait until those we love and care so deeply for are gone, to honor and praise them? They never hear the beautiful obituaries. The loving words. Why do we not take the time and opportunity to praise them while they are still with us? Why not do it now? Pick a friend or love one and dedicate your blog posting to them. Tell the world what they mean to you. Then share it with them.

Copycat

I found this over at Mary Lou's and couldn't resist. Ya'll know how I love these little quizzes. I think I especially like this one. Thanks Mary Lou!



Bear Spirit Calls To You ~
Bear is spirit keeper of the West, the place of
darkness, maturity and good harvest. Bears are
active during the night and day. This
symbolizes its connection with solar energy,
that of strength and power, and lunar energy,
that of intuition. The bear holds the teachings
of introspection. When it shows up in your life
pay attention to how you think, act and
interact.

Bear's Wisdom Includes:


*Introspection

*Healing

*Solitude

*Change

*Communication with Spirit

*Birth and rebirth

*Transformation

*Astral travel

*Creature of dreams, shamans and mystics

*Visionaries

*Defense and revenge

*Wisdom




Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?
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Behind Closed Doors

We seldom know what goes on in the private lives of those around us. I've known people that for all appearences seemed to be the most put together, stable, sane people in the world. Yet a visit to their home showed the live lives of mass confusion. I suspect that most folks are like-wise. The face, the body, the personality we show the world is what we want (or hope) them to see. Sometimes we even hide the person inside from those we love and live with. We can't bear anyone knowing the turmoil of emotions, and insecurities that churn within our heart and soul. The fear of rejection is more than we can contmeplate. So we lead lives of quiet desperation.
In the begining blogs were a way to let that inner being out. To vent, to let loose those pent up feelings. One could express thier all in a blog, because after all no one who really mattered would ever know. Then we began to develope blog families. Little ( sometimes not so little) groups of online friends who read our every post. Anonymity was lost. Once again we began to censor our thoughts for fear of offending or of revealing too much of ourselves. Well at least some of us did. Are you one of those people? Did you start your blog/journal as a place to "let it all hang out", only to discover that as time went on you found yourself weighing the wisdom or comfort of sharing too much? Or are you one of the brave souls who says "this is my home in the blogosphere and I'll say whatever I think or wish"? Do you find yourself holding back, or do you forge ahead, putting it all out there? This inquiring mind wants to know.

Super Saturday



Well folks it's a SUPER Saturday for me. Why you may ask? Because a really sweet and wonderful son ( Robby the wonder son) has procured for me a computer to use. She's an oldy, but still a goody (kind of like her current user). She doesn't doesn't do a lot of fancy tricks but she gets me online and in touch with the world. Best of all I can finally get caught up on reading all your blogs! It will take me awhile but I will get around to all of you. I've already been by to see some of you. Everytime it's like visiting and old friend you haven't seen in ages. I'm leaving virtual hugs and kisses all over the blogosphere!!!
I'll have more later, right now I an anxious to get back to blog surfing. There's Mary Lou, Phyllis, Leslie, Brenda, TW, Carl, Kim, Ellen, Dawn, Timmy, Desiree, Tiffany, and sooooo many folks I have to see today.

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

I am sooooo ready for it to be Friday! As you all know I am using the computers at the library. Apparently no one does any kind of maintance on the machines, because they are clogged up with all kinds of crap. Can any one reccomend a good Spyware program? It has to be a freebee because they aren't going to pay for one. Also a good pop-up blocker,again it has to be free. I seem to remember that Brenda gave me a link to a great one but I don't remember what it was. I'd sure appreciate any info that you all can share with me.
Ya'll have a great weekend!

Tuesday Two-fers

Well, well, how about this! Two posts in one week. Will wonders never cease? Since I am working at the voting center, I have access to the computers here, so I thought I'd make a short entry.
I have been very pleased by the large turn out. I hope this bodes well for my guy.
I've had some interesting conversations with some of the voters. One lady was sitting at my table talking to me, when she says "I still can't make up my mind who I should vote for." I ask her why and she says " Well, I don't really want to vote for Bush, but everything I hear about Kerry is so negative." We sat and talked for about 35 minutes while she waited for her turn. When she got up to go into the booth she said, "Thank you so much, you have helped me more in these few minutes, than anything I have seen or heard in the news." Then she leaned over and whispered, "I'll be voting for Kerry and now I know it's the right choice!" Needless to say I was quite pleased.
I think her comment about the negativity is so true. So much of this election has been about the negative aspects, of both candidates. I know that both men have some positive qualities and both are capable of being President. Even though I am a strong Kerry supporter, I don't think George Bush is evil, or incompetent. My one hope is that if he (Bush) is elected that he will make some changes in his Cabinent. Such as replacing Rumsfield,and Ashcroft. I would love to see McCain take over Rumsfield's job. Only time will tell.
At any rate I hope that after tonight this election is over and that we as Americans can come together and support whomever is elected.
I for one am ready to get on with the business of getting rid of Ami (Survivor) and that witch Illana (The Apprentice). You know the really important stuff in life!

Just Another Manic Monday

Here it is already another Monday. Sometimes I just can't believe how time flys. It's going to be a busy few days for me this week. I have volunteered to work at the voting polls. I want to be where the action is. Of course I don't expect there will be much bru-ha-ha, here in podunt. Alabama has been in the Repugnicans Republicans column for many years now. I saw a poll on MSNBC last night where they said that the people most likely to vote for Bush were people with less education, and strong believers in 'the right to bear arms'. That certainly describes the majority of Alabamians. Not to say there aren't some very intellingent people who will vote for him ( I know one or two myself), but heck even really smart people make a mistake now and then! (lol)
I like most of you will be glad when this is all over. I would like to think that by Wednesday morning we will have a new President, or at least know who will be running the show for the next four years. Somehow I seriously doubt it will be so quick and simple. I predict a repeat of 2000. Especially if the current occupant of the WH should lose. I do not think they will go quietly into that good night. So, I'll just cross my fingers, say a prayer, and hope the best man/party wins.
Speaking of Survivor, I am personally ready to see Amy gone! Is anyone else as sick of her as I am? I was happy to see little Miss Stacy take that taxi ride home! That girl sooooooooo got on my last nerve.
Well time's up, so I'll have to say "ciao" for now.
Ya'll don't forget to vote!