Last one standing...

We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.

How will you live with you?

Best friends...

Margaret: He wants me.

Maude: What? I can't hear you.

Margaret: He. Wants. Me!

Maude: Give it a rest, girlfriend. He can't get out
of the way of his own walker.

Ramone: C'mon, ladies. Let's roll on over to the
game room.

Margaret: I don't want to play Bingo.
I want to get laid!


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What?... no comments on my nursing home humor?
This is pretty much how I see myself in thirty years.
Oh, well... onward.

Shoulder...

Any burden of
my being
should rest with
me alone.
Not add to
other's sighing
when the weight of
their life pulls.
Expect no gifts
or service
be handed
without price.
The life I make,
the path I choose,
is my own sweat
and soul.

Sitemeter entertainment...

Yeah. All of you are now thinking, "Poor woman has no life."
Close.

It just gave me a chuckle this morning when I saw a hit from
a google search...... "give it all to mommy good boy"..... and they
end up on my post 'Mom's Good Boy...' about the death of my dog.
(Not meaning my post was a chuckle... far from it.)

Wondering if the searcher... from Sydney, Australia... found what
she/he was looking for?


And...
I seem to have a new regular reader/lurker. Someone using
Road Runner in Shortsville, N. Y.
Speak to me! Don't be shy...

zzzzzzzzzz...

There are rumors going around that I snore in my sleep.

I know for a fact that I do not snore when I'm awake.
I'm awake now. I am not snoring.

Maybe a little snorting, as I write this, but no snoring.


I don't fart, either.

Chains...

Hurt breeds fear
breeds dark
breeds alone.

Alone breeds hurt
breeds fear
breeds dark.

Dark breeds alone
breeds hurt
breeds fear.

Fear breeds dark
breeds alone
breeds hurt.

I am not...

your ex-wife.
your last bad relationship.
a gold-digger.
a bimbo.

trust yourself to know the difference!



Now, gentlemen... don't get all huffy on me here.
You can swap a couple of words up there and it
will fit the male situation too.

Take a trip to Mexico...

One of my best blogging friends just got back from Mexico.
His job sent him there to work... poor guy.

Anyway, Mick has posted some beautiful photographs and ends
the post with an entertaining anecdote.

The rest of his blog has some very good reads about his adventure
with the Navy, childhood memories and some hippy-type stuff.

Go.... read, please. You'll like it.

In the meantime, I'm going to see if my muse has any inspiration for me.

Happy Valentine's Day...

To all of the staunch romantics, I offer this...


I want...

sunshine
roses
music
starlight
breezes
low tide
sunrise
sunset
moonglow
rainbows
warm hugs
kisses
cool nights
warm days
...you.




and, to those with a more 'let's try it and see' outlook, I offer this...


Short love...

It is right
at that time.
May not be
for all time.
Makes it no
less right now.


May you all find the love you most want.

Guess who?...

My name is Mike. Jean's husband.
Yeah, I know, she told you I'm dead.
I am.

I have no idea where I am, either.
It's all dark and quiet most of the time.
I catch a glimpse of something or someone else's
thought sometimes. But, mostly, it's just dark.
No feeling, either. No form or body.

Most of what I do hear is her whining. Stupid bitch.
Told her I didn't want to buy a house.
She had it good with me, you know. Satisfied her every time.
Never screwed around. Didn't go to bars.
Drank my cheap beer at home.
Even when she was fat, I told her it was OK.
I hated working, but who doesn't??
If I had only won the Lottery! That would have been perfect.

She didn't need to leave. I never hit her, but I thought about it
more than once, especially that last year before she moved out.
Damn her!

Really thought she would have hooked up with someone pretty
quick after I blew my brains out. Expected her to run home
to Ohio, too.

Don't think I was trying to do her a favor by checking out. Shit.
She ruined my life when she left!
I looked around for another broad for a while. Unfortunately,
the money Jean left ran out too quick. Then my truck took a dump
and I couldn't get to that lousy job.

Heh. She was stupid-stubborn about paying off all those bills.
Bankruptcy would have been easier. Or, just move the fuck away!
She went to college, you know. She could get a job anywhere.

I managed to see some of the funeral. The place was full!
I didn't know who most of those people were, though. Weird.
Not one relative of mine showed up.
Not even my own damn brother and sister.
After all I did for them. Fuck 'em.

Wonder what she's gonna think when she reads this?

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Wondering where Michael is...

It doesn't matter what I wish for him.
I have no control over where he is... or isn't... since he died.
Just the same as I had no control over where he was when
he was alive.

When I say "he", I mean his spirit, his soul, his mind, his heart...
whatever it is that makes up a person's complete essence, not the
personality or the body that is visible to others.

There is no way for one individual to know another's true essence.
Perhaps that is why communication and understanding
between people can be so very difficult.... "No, you don't understand!"
My essence is mine. Yours is yours. There may be shared similarities,
but the unique details of our individuality keep us from knowing all of
anyone else.

Those unique details create our own universe. The one in which we alone
exist during life, and after this life ends.

We struggle to understand, but it is beyond our reach because some of
their details are not part of us. That lack in understanding does not make
it a failure for us. It is an impossibility. We cannot know what we are not.
We can only work to see ourselves as we are, for we are... in our solitary
inner universe... the only one who is truly able to know us.

Wherever he is, it is still his world alone.

Hush...

Someone said to me, "You're very quiet today."
I replied, "Yeah, but it's very noisey inside."

Good Parts...

I love men,
for the most part,
at least one part,
yes, I do.
Ok, two of their parts
are good parts.

Of the ones who have good hearts,
they have three parts
that are good parts.
And, those with functioning brain parts
have four parts
that make good parts.

Let's not forget twinkling eye parts
and add to that nice butt parts.
So, now we're up to five parts
that make the whole part good.

I've mentioned before their hand parts
being one of my favorite good parts.
A sweet smile makes my own parts
get warm, and that's always good.

Well, I guess it's time to say this part,
I can't think of a part that's not good!


'course, being a woman, I could change my mind tomorrow.

Virgin no more!

...and, it didn't even feel good, dammit.

My first computer virus was an expensive, time consuming pain in my butt...
and the reason I've been gone so long.

I feel so... violated.

Whatever it was, it attacked and corrupted McAfee... so, beware.


p.s. the recent tornadoes hit about fifteen miles from here.
We had storms, but were otherwise lucky.
Thanks to all who checked on me... you all are the best!

Seems like I've been doing a lot of 'hi' and 'goodbye' lately.
Normal blogging will begin again soon.