My New Nick Nolte Look

No it's not Nick Nolte nor is it a mug shot, rather is a picture of what it looks like after one gets a "perm," the first three days feel like a mug shot! Wearing a hat, anything hooded, or just going into hiding is best. But could I do that? No...I was working all day every day, then visiting my God Mother in her new nurse home a few blocks away from my home. I even tried all natural de tangle spray to settle it down some. That was the third day because no conditioners are allowed the first two days. No shampoo allowed the first two days either. Check out those old John Lennon sun glasses, WOW.... Hey I didn't have any makeup on and my new fancy sun specs were in the car. So that is really me, the way I was born, and the way I wake up every day. Plain and simply beautiful huh? Yeah....that's what I thought. But tomorrow I think I shall put a little fun back on the face, wash the new locks and watch them let loose some vs bozo baby. Then the dog might stop growling at me and the cat will stop biting my hair! Really. Maybe that pic really is Nick Nolte and I am foolin' ya. I went from straight to WILD IN THE 70's afro attack. Oh dear. I am sure it will be great in three weeks.

What? 40 degrees Below Zero

S H U T U P!

Memories and Build a Bears

I woke up again today... as usual. Thankful for one more day on this glorious earth attempting to build memories, or should I say rebuild memories, or should I say "cover up" memories, or all of the above. The first thing that came to my thoughts this morning was a bad memory. I wont disclose it. Actually I was angry that somehow it got "into" my head and woke me up. I stayed in my cushy bed a bit longer attempting to rid myself of the darn thing which did not happen so I got up and tried to cover it up with two cups of coffee and some vege's mixed with rice and beef. I know I know, you say, for breakfast? Yup... beats toasted flour. Back to my point which I always slide away from while climbing to the point. To get rid of that bad memory,which by the way seemed like a long train of one heavy train car hitched to another to another all the time that first big bad memory Steam Engine that woke me up, continued pulling the rest of its train right on through my brain. I was starting to wish for serotonin drugs then I realized the point of it all.

Memories are like Build a Bears.....Or like that horrible train to Auschwitz. In other words there are different degrees for each of us. Point?

I bought my G-babies each a build a bear "doll bear" of which we can purchase clothing and shoes and wigs and all sort of fun activities for at great expense I might add. So if we don't like one outfit or hair colored wig, or activity, we can change it to one we do like. Throw the bad outfit away or kick that bad train right off its tracks, put it in a box and override it with a better one. Hence "MEMORIES." Making new and better ones would seem to be the call here. Therefore to "cover up" any bad ones. Why dwell on them? (They literally can bring death with them) Make a new one and make it good so it doesn't came back and wake you up 30 years later and bring all the rest of them with it. Build a train of Good Memories so you don't have sleep with a stuffed one! Before its too late.

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No Sharp Knives

That is not my hand, I found it online!

I keep no sharp knives in my home. Could be retro psychology from my Mother cutting her finger with a knife, getting a horrid infection and having a doctor put a needle into the infected site with horrid pain involved. NOT ME, NOPE, NADDA! WONT HAPPEN....but I cant find the G.D. Neosporin...where is my Neosporin?

I took that wrinkled old tomato off the counter this morning, after putting dishes in the dishwasher, maybe I was "inpatient".....snow was falling outside, I was loosing business due to that fact, so I grabbed the lone getting old tomato as well as grabbing the dull SERRATED knife and jabbed it into the lone getting old tomato and my finger!!! Yup....I felt the mental push of loosing money from more snow anger right into my flesh indeed. Blood, ya think? Try blood all day off and on. And no neosporin. Even called my friend down the hall who was at the mall...she said, "Go down and get ours, Josh is home.." I put appropriate clothing on, took the dog along, knocked on the door, Josh says he cannot find any Neosporin! Sheit! At least my dog got some exercise.

My finger is still eewwyy....I am thinking when I go to sleep I might break it open and have blood all over my being. OK so well not all over my being...just a mess maybe. S H U T U P!

I have band aides. But I need neosporin. Where the hell is my NeoSporin? I have an entire tube..... Personally I think I am punchie from being stuck indoors all day with a dog and cat and working on a book of my sons poetry for the past 16 hours that I found in a Rubbermaid from 18 years ago. Hey, he's good. The book is great..... and he doesn't have a clue...

Happy New Year Cody, JoAnna, ChrisO, & Lins

I miss you all soooo,

love Mom xxxx0000

Happy New Year late

So I'm late on the New Year gig....I have reasons! Guilt, Shame, utter embarrassment, and fatigue from each of those. Takes allot of good energy and work to be negative. Seriously I am kidding. Sort of. Announcement: I spent it with two little girls age 7 who are twins....my G-babies and the cat and dog. Sure I wanted to blow and whistle and get a kiss or two but it didn't happen. What did happen is that all five of my children are safe. All six of my Grandchildren are safe......As well as my extended family members.... So it was a Happy Happy New Years Eve and Day.... The girls taught me all about Web kins. Their little animals with codes and passwords that they go online with and play all sort of games and dress them and on and on. Quite educational for children. Me, I want to put my head on one of those hot models online and pretend for a day. I just know there is a site I can do that on. I do not have to be sensible or perfect for anyone.. They even have websites we can put new hair and make up on our faces/heads. They do need to per-fect their colors for sure. Brassy yellow and pueter gray just don't cut it for me. Nor does pure golden yellow or brownish green. Back to my point. There isn't one today. Today is a nothing day for me. I have no wise words to offer anyone. I have no reason to even think so I didn't. I cleaned the house and watched Hallmark movies in between, did some numerology for friends, ate some chicken and broccoli and chocolate along with one small coke, a bunch of water, and decided I was thankful for such an easy day. They don't come so easy usually. Now all I have to do before driving away tomorrow is figure out a way to get a pound of road salt off my license plates so I can attach two $90.00 itty bitty stickers that say I'm legal again. Whoopee and boring, but safe!
We must be safe, its in my numbers. Maybe I will drive around until some skinny cop catches me and I say, "Oh I forgot to put them on....they must be in the glove box!" Forget it, I can find excitment somewhere else thank you... Extreme Home Makeover is coming on and I wouldnt miss it as its my favorite show. Helping others is what they do and me too. Maybe I will go to those Foster Care classes again afterall. Let me think on that.

eHarmony

Well this isn't really Denny that I met and went through the channels of email communications on eHarmony, but eHarmony wont allow us to use the posted photos, (of Denny) so I found this one instead. Don't "cha' just love it. Me too. It isn't Denny by the way. So......... I was about to dump eHarmony and not from lack of responses, but from shear overwhelming of too many at once. Then Denny finally, after at least a month, responded to my initial communication. Uh, was he out of town, or out to lunch? Dunno... So I wasn't doing anything today except waiting for another winter weather watch for more snow and ice here in Wisconsin, and watching Hallmark Movies. They are good for a quiet day now and again. Anyway, back to Denny. It took us most of the afternoon to get through the channels and onto a phone meeting which we did. Now we shall see what Time and the Universe brings forth. I mean my son just got offered a "really really nice dog named Jack"... Now that's luck...or something good. You don't just find a good used dog named Jack. Sooo maybe I found a good used fellow named Denny. No offense Denny. I myself am a good used woman... I like used. I would never buy a new car, only a used one because those used ones have all the kinks worked on and worked out. On the less humorous side...he seems like a nice person whom I will meet. Well maybe he does look a little like George after all.