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Such a brave little ten year old. I love you sweetie.

Remember Dear ole' Dad today

~To the right is a photo of my Dad.~

Don't forget your dad today. Even if you don't get along or are estranged, he won't be here forever and you don't want any regrets. If you do have any issues with your dad or mom, resolve them, they are the people who brought you into this world, crazy as it can be. I never understood people who don't talk with their own families. I have a very close family and no matter their strengths or faults, I will always love them and never discard them like I see people doing. When it all boils down, you only have your family, no one else will ever be as loyal or care about you the way your family does. Well I know there are exceptions to that thought considering some people's personalities and upbringing. But do the best you can and have not regrets in your life. If your family doesn't want to be close to you, give it your best shot and don't hold a grudge, sometimes people are in their own heads and can't see your point of view but if YOU try then you will be okay with yourself.

Anyway, Happy Father's Day to all you dads and Dad I'm thinking of you today. I'm happy I have no regrets. My memories of you are that of a very strong man who took very good care of his six children. He ruled with an iron fist but you knew he loved you and wanted the best for us.

Mobile and Public Memorials

I’m trying to make sense of memorials posted on automobile’s windows and the sides of the roads. Why do people do this?

Seriously I know it’s difficult and painful to lose someone close to you but why would the rest of us want to read about it while driving down the street? It’s like “look at me, feel bad for me, I lost someone I love”. I got news for you, everyone has lost someone they loved dearly, everyone. It’s never easy but I don’t feel the need to advertise it on my car. I do feel for these families, I’m not heartless, I just don’t understand the logic. You won’t forget this person if you don’t have it on your vehicle or the side of the road. You should be remembering them in your own way and not forcing your grief on the rest of us.

The newest trend is to put photos of the victims on the memorials. One memorial I am citing is that of one which I see almost every day and is right down the street from my home. It’s a small hand made wooden cross painted white with a man’s photo covered in plastic and glued to the middle of the cross. His name, birth and death dates inscribed on the cross and some tacky plastic flowers stuck in the ground around it. When I die, please don’t put any plastic flowers anywhere for me. I hate plastic flowers with a passion.

When someone gets killed by a car that is not where their soul is for eternity. If you must go somewhere to pray, go to church if you want to pray and remember them, the house of God. Don’t go to where the horrific fatal accident occurred and dredge up bad memories of that fatal day. It seems to me to be torturous to one’s self to do that. How do you think the deceased would feel if they knew you were doing this? I’m certain if they loved you as you did them, they wouldn’t want you to go to the place of their death and feel the pain of said death every time you went there. Go now, go to church or a beautiful spot and think lovely harmonious thoughts of your loved one. Be grateful you had them in your life, don’t dwell on how or where they passed.

Show Me Your um.....

My how things have changed since I was a teenager.
When I was a teenager we didn’t show our breasts to the general public, I don’t think my boyfriend ever saw my breasts. The only ones who did show them were the women you heard about that flashed people at a biker rally. And they were thought of as “tough biker chicks” and whores. Now it’s common for women to take nude or provocative photos of herself and share them with the whole world on the internet or sex texting or more commonly known as sex-ting. It’s like no big deal. Or….is it?
In some states they are trying to make it a law if a girl under 16 years old sends nude photos of herself to anyone, on her cell phone or any media, she can be charged with distributing child pornography. And if her boyfriend receives the photo and is gets caught he can be charged as a sex offender. This is a felony and he will have to register as sex offender permanently, a life long label for him. That is a very harsh sentence for something many think is harmless.

I’m not sure why Americans are so uptight about the female breast anyway. Europeans think we are crazy because we are so infatuated with the them. It’s just a body part and their purpose is to feed babies not to entertain men. Well I’m not getting on my high horse or anything, just making an observation. As soon as my body is the way I want it, and it’s getting better along with my face, I’m going to show the world anything I want to. I am planning a trip with some other people (group rate) to Columbia for plastic surgery in one year and have to prepare by losing weight. I’m going to fornicate with everyone who feels like fornicating with me too. Why not? Everyone’s doing it. My new moto: Use um and lose um.

A Few of My Favorite Things

Left is The von Trapp Family Lodge, Stowe, VT, photographer unknown.


The hills are alive with "The Sound of Muuuuusic". I still love the sound track and the movie. Did you know that Maria von Trapp is actually in a scene, at the convent, in the movie? Yes, she is an extra and walks across the screen behind the movie stars. This movie brings out the little kid in me. Oh wait a minute I'm always like a little kid. Anyway, I was just recalling singing the song, Sixteen Going on Seventeen, dancing and jumping from huge rock to huge rock like, Angela Cartwright did in the movie in the gazebo scene; she jumped from bench seat to bench seat while she sang and danced in circles. It was behind my house in the woods, and I sang at the top of my lungs but I was actually only about six years old and could almost suspend my belief to where I was in the movie. Do Re Me was the first song I ever played on the piano, oh how proud I was.

One of the big highlights in life was going to the von Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe, Vermont on a ski trip, which is where the actual von Trapp family moved to when they left Austria. It's a 2,400-acre resort has breath taking "sweeping mountain views" not unlike Austria because Vermont is beautiful also and one of my favorite states. I'd share some shots I took there but they are actual film photos and I don't know where they are at the moment and would have to scan them in. The one here is from a web page, they didn’t site any photographer.

Dreams and my Observance

Last night I dreamed I was talking with my mom who passed eight months ago so I was enjoying talking and seeing her. I was about to tell her how much I miss her and how hard it was that she is gone and I woke up. When I fell back to sleep I was dreaming of a black snake trying to bite me. I found some raisins and candy and fed it to him until he died. So I went from a nice dream to a nightmare. What the heck does this mean? Does it mean anything or just that my brain is trying to work things out while I sleep. Gosh, I hope it's the later or I'm in dire need of a psychiatrist.

Why can't we go back to sleep and finish our dreams? What makes us dream? Dreams are often a reflection of your day memory. I believe this to be true since I received an old photograph of my parents yesterday from a cousin and it made me feel a lot of emotion. Our dreams are unique. No other individual can have your experiences, your emotions, or your background. Every dream is connected with your own "reality". I want to see my mom so I dream about her. I have no idea what the snake nightmare represents. Anyway, this is just a short observance and I’m trying to sort out the what and why of it all.