I hope everyone has been reading GHOSTS' blogs. I find myself looking forward to them more every day. He has a gentle way of taking hold of your attention and leading it through the text in a warm and friendly way.

The kitty seems a little better, but he's still not the old "Moo" yet....

I love you Sparks, I cannot say that enough times or with enough depth, soul and meaning to truly make the reality as powerful and alive as you have made it in my heart...

UIM, I would love to take you up on that story offer..... :-)

Kitty is still sick. I hope he feels better soon. Sparks is taking him back to the vet today....

Guinnea is actually being pretty helpful...that's a nice balance since he is usually the one driving me crazy. :-)

My fiance, Sparks, intrigued by the blog concept has decided to start her own. I just adored her first full post, I hope there will be a lot more to read in the future... ;-)

One of our pook Kitties is sick. Send Moo (His name is Ajax, but we call him Moo for reasons that would become obvious upon first inspection) positive energy and help him get better soon!

I am now old. I know this because the last wall between childhood and adulthood has fallen. I reached the plateau where I found myself admitting, to myself, that I really like flavored seltzer and would "...Like one of those, instead of soda, thanks". I grieve the passing of my youth and my innocence...

I hope GHOST is faring well on his trek. I guess we'll hear about his adventures (hopefully not misadventures) soon.

I'm sitting here thinking and I had a realization: The "Pull my finger" joke, probably does not quite date back to the beginning of time, but more likely to the time period soon after the invention and application of gunpowder. This would place it's origins somewhere in ancient china. If the idea of an old chinese scholor in ceremonial robes, smiling to himself and offering his finger to a naive little boy, doesn't make you laugh, well then I don't know what funny is. :-)

Let me tell you something and I am only going to say it once, because this has been upsetting me for two days:

If you fall into a clinical post-partem (spelling?) depression from having babies and must go on powerful drugs to overcome this AND you try to kill yourself AND child protective services comes to see if your 4 children are in danger, then MAYBE GOING AHEAD AND HAVING A 5TH BABY IS A BAD IDEA. Not for anything, but the husband is the assh0le here too. Don't like the language? Tough! I don't really give a damn that she may have been treatable and that this was worsened by her fathers death, my problem is WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING HAVING THE 5TH DAMN KID???? Go ahead and shoot me down if you want, but that is so stupid and short sighted they both deserve to be locked up because obviously the husband didn't think too deeply before banging the hell out of his wife after she gets clinically depressed, goes on heavy drugs and tries to kill herself. These are symptoms that nature creates to tell the world 'MAYBE WE SHOULD NOT HAVE MORE KIDS!'. Assh0les. I don't look at the small picture, look at the whole thing starting 2+ years ago. What wound up happening was horrific and is completely due to ignoring the past and having more kids. What a shock, pumping her body with the same chemical didn't work as well the second time...NO SH!T! Ever hear of biological tolerance??? Who the fuck was the doctor??? He should be shot in the leg at least. Assh0les.....

Anyway, have a great weekend everyone and maybe join me in wishing and praying for a better, more intelligent, world...

I wasn't going to blog today, but after reading SKYE'S blog and laughing my ass off, I just had to tip my hat to his Ice Cream observation....

Longish post, read it all, it's worth it!

Thanks to UIM for enlightening me about the new Monty Python release, quintessential UIM, have a read. :-)
I can't link to UIM's blogger dates, hmmmm..... So read 06/18 if you're curious in the future.

I love you Sparks, more than I could ever blog...

Always...

"Sometimes you get the bear and sometimes...well actually, most people don't ever get the bear and most people really don't give a rats ass about the bear either."

It occurs to me that too many of our sayings are either so stupid or dated that few really like them and even fewer can relate. They need updating, so here is the start of a new set of sayings:

1. "The early bird gets the last damn ticket and you waste an hour fighting a busy signal."
2. "A bird in the hand, is improper dinner ediquitte and will get you a foot in the tush"
3. "A stitch in time is a poor substitute for a new pair of pants."
4. "What's good for the goose is irrelevant, it's going to get pumped with chemicals and filleted anyway"
5. "Cleanliness is next to getting beat with the belt, you pick son"
6. "A friend in need is easily blackmailed."
7. "Money is the root of all good, evil uses a credit card..."

E-mail me your suggestions for additions/changes to the list. Thanks. :-)

A few updates courtesy of SKYE. I particularly like the last one :-)

"Everything is Relative.........Especially in Arkansas."
"Never look a gift horse in the mouth.....there spit takes forever to come out of your clothes."
"Don't bite the hand checking you for a hernia."
"Live everyday as if it was your last.....one day you will be right"
"Life is a journey not a quick shuttle flight to Boston."
"Six in one hand, my 9mm in the other."

"I had a truly interesting thought today, and not being a particularly interesting person, recognized it as not my own and stifled it immediately..."

"Sex is like a shopping cart which lovers can fill to overflowing with an assortment of sweet goods. Masterbation is basically a cart in the '10 items or less' lane..."

Read UIM's link to the Rocket Car Story. Liked it enough to click the link at the end and send the guy an e-mail, but was dissapointed a few minutes later when my letter came back undeliverable. So Mr. Rocket Man, if you're out there, here's your letter:

Great story, true or not, it was a lot of fun to read. I'm one of those
people who don't want to know how magic tricks are done and don't really
need to know if a good story is true. I'll take good stories where I can
find them and if I really want to debate about whether a good story is true
I'll go to Catholic bible study ;-)

Thanks again,

Looks like Aunt Jazzy has chosen not to acknowledge my remarks to her, can't say I blame her, but it would have thrown UIM for a fit if she did (hehehe). :-)
Someone should tell her the code on her site is messed up though, at least in IE 5+. Whenever you click to open a window, you cannot read the full contents and there is no way to enlarge or scroll. Of course you can still do the old Right-Click-in-Window-Select-All-Post-into-Notepad method like me ;-)

And of course what week would be complete without remembering to tell Sparks how much I love and appreciate her. I mean it honey...

Have a great weekend everyone!

Always...

Quote from the response to a letter from UIM, explaining my headline since apparently it doesn't make too much sense to anyone but me:

"The cow theme is arbitrary, I like cows and have been known to moo in the office for no apparent reason..."

I guess that doesn't make it much more humerous huh? Oh well... :-)

I have to admit, I'm a little dissapointed that UIM never formally commented on my Heading quote... Not as funny as I thought. Oh well back to the drawing board :-)

You have to admire anyone who lays it on the line so honestly and openly. I truly sympathize. He's obviously in better shape physically then I was when I went through it and I dare say a bit more intellectual than I was, but the song remains the same. My problem (and I'm not saying it's his) was that I never had enough time, freed from family and relationships, to develop a truly deep sense of who I was and what I wanted at the core. I was so wrapped up in the Resist-parents-find-girlfried-resist-parents-lose-psycho-ex-resist-parents-defend-reunion-with-ex-blahblahblah thing that I was never truly at rest where I could really do some serious self discovery. I became the machine driving the man instead of vice-versa. So I took a stand, moved away on my own to New Jersey for a year, didn't date at all for two years and the next woman I allowed myself to care about was my fiance. Maybe I'm lucky, but I truly believe that there is nothing in the world like time alone, self discovery and truly learning to love yourself. As far as Ghost, I am certainly not in a position to really give any advice as I barely know him, but my gut tells me that maintaining any substitutes for intimate and deeply spiritual things is really only going to hold you back and maybe even lessen the value and importance of certain things that should be so special when shared with a soulmate. Please forgive me if this is coming accross in a negative way, it's not intended as such and I think it's something that we all have to struggle with and make a decision about at some point in our lives.

Always...

Someone asked me a question and it was pretty disturbing so I thought I'd share it with you:

"What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about?"

NightSkye has some really funny &*$! up today, have a read here.

I have a couple to add:

1. Just because you "Knew I was going to say that" this doesn't mean it's any less a gripping and compelling statement.
2. You really are attractive damn it, accept it!
3. It's not a "Stupid" action sequence, it's "Suspension of reality"
4. Yes, all that bloodshed IS necessary.
5. Honestly, let's NOT do it the "Martha Stewart" way...
6. I wasn't really listening...

First of all, I apologize in advance to UIM. After reading his blog I went ahead and checked out "Ask Aunt Jazzy" and if the question I submitted actually gets posted I just want him to remember it was all in good fun :-)

Sparks is feeling better today (thank goodness, I always worry when she's not feeling well) so it's back to work with her! I love you sweetie!

If you haven't read Ghost's page today, DO it's hyserical!

"There was an old lady who lived in a shoe..." I stopped right there highly resenting the assumption I was supposed to make at the get go in order to absorb the rest of the story. I'll tell you what to do with that damn shoe...

NOTE: There was no point to the previous comment, please feel free to ignore it.

Okay, just so you know, no update I make to my template or settings is going through. I can add new posts, but cannot update the template or settings. I find this odd, but then again there is a lot that I simply do not understand, so I will assume this is one of those things....

On a lighter note, after reading Ghosts impression of Quills, I am very excited to see it. Sparks already wanted to go and after hearing a bit about the piece, I am definitely going to make it happen.

I tried to add a link to Ghost in my "Links" section, but...well you know...

I just found out that I cannot actually post updates either. That would help explain some things. Unfortunately, by the time you get this, that will not be true. Early morning Irony hurts... Oh wait, this may not even get posted in the morning! OUCH IRONY! OUCH OOCH EECH! Well anyway...

Always...

First let me say to Sparks: "I love you very much and I hope you feel better". To UIM: Why the heck would you leave your job? I say that knowing that I am the one person who definitely wants you to come back to NY and I still don't understand that one.

Always...

If any of you are wondering why MY weblog did not get blasted back to May 22, it's because I made an entry yesterday and left my Edit page open in a seperate window so when I saw the problem I was able to repost from the open window. Total, mindless, luck, but I'll take it. Sorry guys, hope you can get yours back too...

What a great weekend! Sparks and I had a really wonderful time at Karaoke with Skye and Ghost even if it took Skye and I almost an hour to recognize eachother! It's great to see good people get even better with time and Skye definitely has, it was even more of a pleasure than I planned. I was also more than excited to find that a goodly amout of my voice is still intact and I can still sing some of my favorite songs.

My repetoire consisted of the following:
Psyche! Yea like I am so ego-centric to think you really want to know what the hell I sang in a bar at 1am in the morning... :-)

It was a real pleasure to meet Ghost for the first time, who struck me as a very nice and intelligent as well as articulate person. I can't wait to do it again, although it'll be a few weeks before I get the chance.

The House is a GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We put the binder down Friday night and once the town issues the building permits we'll go to contract! YAY!

(We aren't actually paying him to build the house, we're only buying the finished product, which is why we won't go to closing until it's done [hopefully Dec-Jan] which is GREAT for us because we need it to be after the wedding [Nov 3] in order for us to afford everything. He just didn't want to build it until he had a buyer).

Feeling very strongly for UIM and pulling for him. -NS

Friday, blessed, blessed Friday....... I can't wait to go home, give sparks a big hug and kiss and prepare for a slightly postponed, but no less exiting return to the karaoke stage tonight. I am so nervous and thrilled and worried and happy. It's just one of those things that make me feel so alive to do. I only hope I still feel that way tomorrow morning ;-)

OH CRAP I just remembered we are meeting with the builder tonight!!! Or are we??? Drat, I can't remember... Of all the things to forget? Good Grief! Oh well all will be revealed when I get home.

Have a great weekend everybody and I'll see you on Monday!

Always...