Nothing Much to Say
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Posted:Apr 13, 2014 8:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2015 8:45 am
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I really cannot think of one damn thing to write about. My life is without inspiration these days and while I am sure there is some wanker somewhere who would like to tickle his twig and berries to the rousing tales of my gardening exploits and my vintage memories, I am not in the mood to entertain that wanker.
So here are some photos, they speak much more eloquently than I ever could.  Spring has sprung and life rises anew from the earth. Can't think of anything more joyous and hope-filled.
And just so you perv's won't think I don't love you anymore, here is a gratuitous pussy shot.
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Iconic Fuck Ups
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 9:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2014 8:57 am
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You know, I have probably taken ten times as many crap photos as I have ever taken good ones. Particularly with my first camera, I was the queen of cutting off heads until I learned how to use that focus window correctly.
But with digital photographs, you often times take a bad shot, blurred or slightly askew, but it still has it's potential. With nominal adjustments to saturation levels and contrast, you can turn that meh? looking shot into a type of "lazy art".
About 90% of my fuck ups are just junk, but the remaining ten percent come out kind of cool. And since my brain is blank, the are home sick with Mama, and I am going to bleach and lysol every square inch of this house because DAMN IT I am NOT getting sick again...
I'm gonna do a lazy post and share some of my lazy art with you guys.
Tell me which ones you like and why you like it if you so desire!
This one is un-adjusted, just some really cool freeze patterns in a mud-hole I found out on a walk one day.
Iconic Hippie me.
Groovy, Baby!
Another un-adjusted shot. The interior of an empty vitamin bottle.
Green means Go!
Good Day Sunshine
Have a great day folks!
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Who Has Time for a Quickie?
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Posted:Mar 26, 2014 11:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2014 4:59 am
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I really need to start writing before I read here when I am on the computer. I can read here well enough from my tablet...just blows ass trying to type on the thing.
And I hear the stirring of itty bitty baby feet in the living room, which means that the tiny terrorist has risen from her nap and will be full of piss and vinegar sometime within the next ten minutes or so.
Today's entry is likely going to be short. But you know, she does the coolest thing.
I DVR this popular antiques appraisal show and watch them during her nap time, because frankly it literally bores her to sleep. But when she first wakes up from her nap, (M'fraid the little lass is a lot like me. We rise, but it takes a bit of time before we are ready to shine.) she lays in her playpen and watches this show. She watches it and listens intently to these boring old farts talking about some dusty old things like it is a most interesting cartoon ever to grace the television. I think that is actually kind of cool.
Speaking of cool things! I just realized the other day I never told you guys about the wonderful gift I got this year on my birthday!! My 's newest was born on my birthday. Lovely and healthy she is too.
Peace!!
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Marshmallow Fluff Inside
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Posted:Mar 24, 2014 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2014 5:31 pm
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A very cool no trespassing sign I found on some lonesome dirt road in the wonderful wilds of Idaho in 2009
Love....what a sticky wicket of a word to drop in a place like this.
I literally heard browsers closing as I typed it.
I love many people. I love you guys. Sincerely love you.
It really amazes me just how complicated we have made it. How many restrictions and rules we have applied to what is a natural state of being for the larger portion of humanity. Think of every you have ever known under the age of 3. With a few exceptions for with different types of illnesses or disorders, the two strongest emotions they possess are love and fear. And the fear is more primal instinct than valid fear, it is genetically patterned behavior designed to insure survival. Their love is usually freely given once they work past their fear. Unconditional love, love that has no definition, no reason, no hoped for outcome.
I cultivate in myself the capacity to feel that kind of love for anyone who is open to receive it.
Wait for it.....
BUT: (There is always a but. Always)
That love is not to be confused with sex. Or commitment. Or obligation. Or any of the multitude of other things we currently use to define something that is part of our spirit.
I have never in my life understood why or when we decided we needed to give love 'rules' and definitions. Love is a feeling inside you, it is a personal experience that is either felt by one person or shared by two (Or 100 for that matter, love is one of those things that should be showered on anyone who is open to receive it.) I routinely freak people out by telling them I love them when I have just met them. Until I explain myself. To date, my love has not been rejected.
It hasn't been returned at times, but I am not looking for a return. My love is a gift that I am free to bestow upon anyone or anything I choose. It doesn't have a price, it comes with no strings.
My love is simply my heart saying, "The thing this person brings you is happiness, they fill a need in you for connection to your fellow humans. They are another being just like yourself, going through the world wearing blindfolds on their souls and shackles their hearts, so no fair judging. Care for them as best you can, fill a need in their lives and be a true friend even when it is hard to do."
And it amazes me when people are frightened by something so simple.
And ahh, romantic love. Now here is the culprit that gave real love a bad rep.
ro·man·tic [roh-man-tik]
1. of, pertaining to, or of the nature of romance; characteristic or suggestive of the world of romance: a romantic adventure.
2. fanciful; impractical; unrealistic: romantic ideas.
3. imbued with or dominated by idealism, a desire for adventure, chivalry, etc.
4. characterized by a preoccupation with love or by the idealizing of love or ones beloved.
5. displaying or expressing love or strong affection.
I think the second meaning of the word romantic reveals the truer nature of our modern day, drive-thru divorce court version of love.
So very many rules here. Rules put in place by emotional pain and insecurities for some, narcissism and power for others, yet others fear love because for whatever reason, they have never truly felt it, so they feel they must 'control' it.
If your love is real honest love, you have about as much control over it as you do the wind. You might control how you express or suppress it, you can control who knows about it. But you will never ever control that feeling you have in your heart. It will be there till you die.
You might bury it, or pick it apart and turn yourself against it, replace your love with a burning hate. But that pinprick on your soul from the moment you knew love will always be there.
And here is the kicker. That love is no different than platonic love. Love is love is love. The difference is that romantic love is also driven by sexual desire, the primal urge to reproduce combined with our understanding that sex is pleasurable. Physical attraction drives this variety of love. And again, it is naturally part of who we are.
But then we, somewhere down the line, decided that we had to apply some rules and regulations to how that should be done. And much like our government, the process has become so bloated with rules that we are frightened to approach it for fear we will eventually end up hung up in a spiders web of red tape.
I have romantic love in my life. It started off platonic and became something more. It is strong, it is real, it is gritty, it is family, it is work, it is laughter, it is tears, it is triumph, it is forgiveness, it is understanding, it is agony, it is irony, it is, quite simply, my life. Every day we grow as a family, we have set backs and flare ups and we have joy and laughter in equal parts. Love however is the glue that binds us as a family and as such, it deserves my attention and my effort. And I do my best. Love is worth all the effort in the world to me.
So, my blog family, I am sending you out some love today, hoping all is well with you and hoping that today finds you filled to overflowing with happiness and good things. And I hope you find time today to show a little love to someone, because it will make a difference in the world if we start finding as many things to love as we have found to hate.
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Ya'll Ain't Gonna Believe This Shit
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 6:37 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2014 6:09 pm
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My backyard, ten minutes ago.
And yesterday, it became Mister's turn to deal with the 24 hour Oh-My-God-What-Is-This-Shit-Itis.
It's official.
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I Am Wondering Who...
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 10:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2014 6:10 pm
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Hexed me?
I am finally past being sick...(knocking on wood like a frantic woodpecker here). Yesterday seemed to be the end of it, I had hot flashes most of the day so I spent most of it hanging near an open window, sweating out the residual toxins and just pretty much trying to rest and get over feeling so washed out. Mission mostly accomplished. I don't feel like running the Boston marathon, but I don't want to crawl in bed and stay there for the rest of the week either.
But then...there is ALWAYS a but in my life...always.
My youngest mutt, Karma decided to do a bit of dumpster diving last night in search of some leftover ribs I had chucked earlier, and as fate would have it she found them a lot faster than I found her mining in the garbage can. After spending the day chasing a two year old and arguing with a nine year old who has a chronic "I forgot to bring my homework home" problem, when they leave for the day I tend to become lax in my vigilance. And Karma has digestive issues that I simply cannot afford to do a whole hell of a lot about, caused by years of eating any fucking thing she can fit down her throat. Bird seed, bits of chewed up tennis balls, string, paper towels... seriously, the only way to stop her seems to be keeping her muzzled unless she is crated and neither are acceptable means of curbing this problem with her. She is basically a with four legs in that sense, I have to watch her like a hawk.
And it was bad. She was bloated and in a great deal of pain in less than an hour. The vet gave her a prescription for synthetic morphine, and we had to go that route, which is no more pleasant to watch than the bloating, it makes her pant a drool for a couple of hours before it relieves the spasms in her gut and allows her to pass the gas...which is not a pleasant experience for anyone who has even the slightest sense of smell.
I shed a many a tear, because truthfully? My mutts are closer to me than 99% of the people on this spinning rock. They were the only things worth keeping that I took away from my last divorce, they have been my fellow gypsies, traveling from Kansas, to Missouri, to Virginia, to Idaho with me. They have bathed me in kisses when I cried out my bitterness and hurt and rage, never judged me when I was sunk in depression, waited patiently for me when I had to leave them in the care of others because I was homeless and had no place to stay, they have slept in my car with me when I was homeless and had no one to keep them...through thick and thin they have stayed and loved me for no other reason than I love them back. So the mere thought of having to say goodbye to one of them rips the very soul of my being to shreds. the logical person that I am knows this day will come, probably sooner than I would like for it to, but the human heart of me knows that this is gonna hurt like hell. (So fair warning, I will likely go AWOL in the event that this happens. I am not one to share my grief with others until I have found a way to make some peace with myself.)
But today, the worst of it seems to have passed for us both. I had to get up and cook chicken and rice for my little heathen and that seems to be staying down and not causing bloating, so I am happy right now, and so very grateful that my little dingbat is still with me.
Maybe it is a sign from Mother Earth that my problems have gone away for a time...I planted some Morning Glories in a pot in a sunny window back in January, this morning I woke to find this.
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of a BITCH
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Posted:Mar 20, 2014 4:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2014 9:26 am
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I have the fucking flu. Fuck winter, fuck sick, fuck fuck fuck.
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Virtus Vincit Invidiam
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Posted:Mar 17, 2014 1:13 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2014 4:14 am
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This is the family motto from the family crest of my mother's paternal family line. Translation: Virtue Overcometh Envy.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you who celebrate. The Mister is from a long, very easily researched family of Irish immigrants who were part of the early pioneering families who settled this area.
Corned Beef and Cabbage tonight!
Personally I have never done more than make damn sure I am wearing green on this day. I don't like beer, I do like snakes and Pagans,
and my family, for the most part, is English. Both sides of my family have been traced back to England to the 16th century, a goodly sum of was done by me. I am thinking of having what I have been able to find published for my immediate family. I spent a lot of time researching it again last summer, and now I am at a point in my research that requires me to 'go big or go home'. I will need to either rely on the findings of someone else to keep tracing backwards or actually go there and spend countless hours in a library or courthouse or church, digging through old property deeds, old bills of trade, old church records, passenger listings.
In a perfect world, I would do this. Reading countless hours of factual history is actually a pleasant way of passing time for me. In trying to decipher what I read due to the years of progression in our language, it is almost like listening to their voices speaking to me.
I am a day dreamer who loves history, what can I say?
(I know that is bound to make some of you HAWT!)
I'm also a bit German (Relatively young migration, they came here around the turn of the century.). Native American (That I have only been able to find a single Christianize-d name that might prove to be a lead that will give me a direction to go. It is frustrating. I only have family folklore, nothing concrete to follow other than one documentation of a maternal line with the name Amari and absolutely nothing more that I have been able to find. My mother insists that she was from the Blackfoot People, but I have less than half a clue how to go about tracing through Native American Ancestry.) One misplaced Gypsy girl who was no doubt a family scandal in the mid 1600's, and a French connection on both my paternal and maternal lines. Both of my family lines tie into minor royal titles, so no doubt those French and English marriages were arranged to strengthen political positions.
It really would be wonderful to know some of the actual history rather than names and dates.
I have far too much imagination to be left to assume for myself.
So....I am only Irish by association.
So, how about you, gentle reader? Do you know your heritage?
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And Miles to Go Before I Sleep
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Posted:Mar 16, 2014 12:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2014 11:50 am
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I know you guys have been on the edge of your seats waiting for my newest profile image. So here ya go, from Oceanside Beach, California March 3, 2014.
This photo brings that minute into such sharp recall that if I stare at it long enough I will have a crystal clear recollection of that instant. The crisp bite of the air that carried the salty green scent of the ocean. The sound of a small group of gulls grousing and crying that was peppered with bits of conversation and laughter, as it fought with the shrilling of the wind for my attention. The sun cast its dying light with such force that it spilled over everything and bathed the world in tones of gold and pink. I was standing at the feet of a titan, the only place on earth that still holds her secrets safe from man, and watching as she bathed my feet with the soft caress of a mother cradling her sleepy . It made me realize that my very existence here is a miracle and the problems I sometimes think of as greater than life are no bigger than the tiny grains of sand that were dusting the tops of my feet.
I have many such photos of my feet. It is my hope that some of my photos will remain with my family for many generations to come, and that these simple photos of nothing really important at all will inspire one of my Great Great Great someone's to see how many different places their feet can carry them, with the deepest hope that in their travels they will see just as I do, the marvel of this place we call home and be as awed and amazed as I have always been.
Peace Out.
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Bronchiflumonia...
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Posted:Mar 13, 2014 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2014 8:03 am
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Well, after eight days of glorious coughing, aching, snotting, feverish sleep deprivation...
I am finally feeling a little more like myself.
The weather is starting to break here, thank GOD.
On to ALLERGY SEASON!
Everyone in this house has been sick with a different illness.
Mr and Mrs both have had the flu.
The resident has had an inner ear/upper respirtory infection.
Me? I had Walking pneumonia.
Fun times indeed.
So, I have not forgotten I have blogs to write. They will be forthcoming soon.
But in the meantime, do you think it would be possible to get Flirty to ...
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California Love.
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Posted:Mar 5, 2014 8:03 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2014 12:51 pm
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I brought home a souvenir that I wasn't planning on...a sinus infection. Plus the cold weather has my hands and wrists hurting, so I am not up for many words.
How's about those vacation pics instead?
At first it was all like...
But then it started to be like....
Then we went to see...
Which was on the way to see...
And this....
Took a trip out into the ocean in search of whales...saw one but wasn't fast enough to get a photo...but still...I saw a WHALE, in nature, where they belong. And I got to see this....
And I caught a couple of these...
Give me a few days to get my sleep turned around, I have some blogs to write, but today my body says I need to take cold meds and pull the blankets up around my chin and check my eyelids for light leaks.
Love and Peace everyone!
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Be It Ever So Humble...
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Posted:Mar 3, 2014 4:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2014 8:19 pm
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There's no place like home. Tomorrow I will be headed back to the land of eternal winter.
But today, I saw a WHALE!
I got my sunset pics from over the Pacific.
I ate all kinds of good stuff.
I touched a starfish, and took photos of some beautiful aquatic life at an Aquarium.
I learned the appropriate pronunciation of La Jolla.
And now I am tired. Happily tired, I have had my wanderlust quenched for a minute, my gypsy is content.
I miss the tiny terrorists.
I miss my family, miss my friends.
So while my trip here was ever so beautiful, it will be good to be home.
Expect to see my boring assed vacation photos soon.
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Well, Whomever Sang....
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Posted:Feb 28, 2014 10:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2014 8:04 am
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..."It never rains in Southern California" is about as full of shit as a Christmas turkey.
But it is lovely warm rain, a tad of wind...reminds me of the non threatening lovely Spring days in Missouri. There are singing birds, green trees, flowers blooming.
Lovely lovely lovely.
And now I am off to go shopping. Because when it is too rainy to be outside, shopping indoors gets a BIG thumbs up.
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