Halloween is fast approaching. Another one of those hellidays from my childhood. I know it would be shocking to my readers that Evanesco was quite shy as a wee wizard. Back then, I was wishing the vanishing spell on myself. I obviously got over it. Truthfully, if I am in a social situation with strangers it takes a while for me to warm up. But, among friends or people I like, it can be non-stop chatter...almost entirely on my part. So, this newest form of communication sometimes has me surprizingly baffled. Texting. I am guilty as charged in this department. I found that it is a fun and easy way throughout my busy day to touch base with friends or loved ones to let them know I'm thinking of them. I don't have many that I text with. Just a select few who either "get" my texts or I cannot freely telephone and actually converse. My fellow single, co-workers are younger than I. They mainly communicate via the texting. One, who is closer to my age,shares my view of texting...
It's about letting God's light shine through us. It's about a sparkle in people that money can't buy. It's an invisible energy with visible effects. To let go, to just love, is not to fade into the wallpaper. Quite the contrary, it's when we truly become bright. We're letting our own light shine.” ~Marianne Williamson My dear friend Marie sent this my way. It was perfect timing. There is one thing about owning a dog. It forces you to walk through your everyday world and stop to sniff the *insert~ roses, mailboxes, bushes, dead squirrel...* You get the picture. Not much to say since my last blog. I write a lot but it seems only I can understand what I write. A friend had told me about a month ago that a shift was coming. He was right. As always it seems to scare the hell out of me when it is happening. It was one mess up after another. I felt the moment I left the courtroom after Prick's sentencing my heart was permanently broken. Between Jan being sick a...
I will join the march here at Blogger. Lamenting how this month has been overwhelming. I still write every day. Even if it is handwritten in a journal I constantly write things down. Lyrics to a song that resonate somehow or a funny commercial or blurb from a movie or TV show. The brain never stops. Just my motivation to form it in to something worth writing about. December is a hard month. I know it is for so many. I watched an episode of M*A*S*H last night, where BJ tried in vain to save a soldier from dying before midnight, December 25th. He didn't want his family to always think of Christmas day as the day their daddy died. All I could think was, it didn't matter what day it was. Christmas is an entire season,dude. Kids will think of their dad the moment they walk in to WalMart and see Christmas trees in fucking September. My now ex husband and I separated two weeks before Christmas. I finally threw him out when he showed up at a Christmas party that I was attending, slopp...
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Mac-Ale
I miss the incessant TV chatter at TV.com but I never forget my favorite bloggers, like Mac-Ale!!!