"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Monday, September 16, 2013

No longer tolerating...


I will no longer tolerate, insidious comments. I think I made my point very clear last night. I have in the last week hooked that man I had my eye on. And that toxic woman tried her shit on him. So I put it in her face and throat... my meaning and intentions to her, if you get my drift. That I will not tolerate her insidious comments about Eric.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The deep dark inner things that go bump in your head at night

I woke with one thought in my head this morning. This quote. How does that happen?














I know how it happens.

Go to bed with anger and that is why it was there when I awoke. I'm angry at him. I'm angry that his addiction leads him to be weak, selfish and uncaring for others.

"You are not my friend." This to also echoes in my head. He is not my friend and I keep telling myself that and reminding myself that.. so hence the thoughts that are still there in the morning.

I had a long four day weekend. Long, stressful, emotional with a bit of hope tied in with it all. Mickey Blue Eyes is in rehabilitation. The first time was Friday and stressful. He checked himself out the following night and as of yesterday went back willingly.

I worked as a volunteer at the Logging Show and Mama Vallones. And I entertained the idea of a new man. That did not work out. I don't always know if it is residual doubts, but I woke in the middle of the night with thoughts that he had been coached on how to get in my bed.

No sharing, tennis and I have got your back. Odd coincidence? Probably not since he confided that he had spoke to Nick earlier that day and that made me angry as well.

I drank. Perhaps too much and ran into the lake in underwear and bra with Kelly, Jim, Kenny and Gus. The switch flipped on both of Kelly and I, suddenly we were mean and I have been angry every since. Drinking tends to bring the inner dark things to the surface in the day and also from the dark recesses of your dreams and thoughts in the night.