Happy Independence Day! My family used to have a cook-out on the 4th in out backyard. I remember it was fun, and lots of good stuff to eat. Then us kids would play while the grown-ups played cards.
I loved cook -outs back then - the aroma of the meat cooking in the hot summer air, my mother's yellow tablecloth on the picnic table fluttering, eating outside with the sun on my face and the wind whiffling about...
Now, I'm not such a big fan. The summer sun makes me feel hot and itchy, the flies and other bugs get on my nerves, and I think about things like how long can potato salad sit out before it becomes toxic and are those burgers cooked all the way?
Every summer I think I'll try to get past all that - jeez, summer is short and really should be enjoyed, but after I spend one afternoon in the humidity, I am done. Guess I'm turning into a grump.
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
New Blog
On the advice of a dear friend, I started a new blog. The title is Roses and Prickles, and BE WARNED! THIS IS AN ADULTS ONLY BLOG, which I'm using to showcase my less mainstream (read: erotic) writing. Feel free to visit, but take a deep breath before you do - this is an explicit site.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Happy Spring!
Wow, I really need to sit myself down and have a serious talk with myself. It's been one helluva long time since I've been on here, although some really bad photos from my phone made it.
Still working at the same call center job, but things are very slow now and they send people home, hence my presence here in the blogosphere. It's been a cool rainy spring, which I am lovin'.
Is anyone disappointed that Donald Trump is not going to run for President? Did you like how he dropped out once his asinine reality show got renewed? Gotta love it - the balls on some people. He really played us, and it was all a big fat ad campaign. Well, that's a boo to him, but to all of us, too, for even thinking this was for real.
OK, keep an eye onthis space, may have some news next time I drop by.
Still working at the same call center job, but things are very slow now and they send people home, hence my presence here in the blogosphere. It's been a cool rainy spring, which I am lovin'.
Is anyone disappointed that Donald Trump is not going to run for President? Did you like how he dropped out once his asinine reality show got renewed? Gotta love it - the balls on some people. He really played us, and it was all a big fat ad campaign. Well, that's a boo to him, but to all of us, too, for even thinking this was for real.
OK, keep an eye onthis space, may have some news next time I drop by.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Falling Birds etc.
OMG. It's 2011.
The recent news stories about the birds falling from the sky have really been bothering me. I'm not one of those Dear-God-It's-a-Sign-of-the-Apocalypse folks (more power to them), but ya gotta admit: those were some freaky happenings. One of the game warden guys in Arkansas said that mass bird deaths weren't all that uncommon. Really? I've never seen that before, and I live in West-by-God-Virginia where I could believe it would happen. If they're not that uncommon, wouldn't you think you'd hear your neighbors saying, "Oh, yeah, we were down at the river last weekend and the birds were just crashing out of the sky. Scared the fish."
If you follow that sort of thing, you know there's a theory based on the Mayan long count calendar that the world may end on December 21, 1012. Or if not end, some BIG event could happen. I doubt it, seriously, but it still fascinates me in a shivery kind of way. I watch those shows on the History Channel, I admit it, all the ones about end-of-the-world scenarios and the nature of the beast. And they scare the living hell out of me.
When I was a teenager, I loved horror movies and books. Loved the way they could freak me out, all the while knowing that monsters like that didn't exist, that I was safe.
Maybe it's a factor of getting older, of realizing that monsters do indeed exist, but they're not like the old movies and books. They're scarier because they're here, and they're just like us on the outside, so you can never be too sure... and by focusing on just the mortal everyday monsters, we don't pay attention to the bigger, universal stuff. Maybe, just maybe, those poor dead birds were a slap upside the head: Pay attention!
The recent news stories about the birds falling from the sky have really been bothering me. I'm not one of those Dear-God-It's-a-Sign-of-the-Apocalypse folks (more power to them), but ya gotta admit: those were some freaky happenings. One of the game warden guys in Arkansas said that mass bird deaths weren't all that uncommon. Really? I've never seen that before, and I live in West-by-God-Virginia where I could believe it would happen. If they're not that uncommon, wouldn't you think you'd hear your neighbors saying, "Oh, yeah, we were down at the river last weekend and the birds were just crashing out of the sky. Scared the fish."
If you follow that sort of thing, you know there's a theory based on the Mayan long count calendar that the world may end on December 21, 1012. Or if not end, some BIG event could happen. I doubt it, seriously, but it still fascinates me in a shivery kind of way. I watch those shows on the History Channel, I admit it, all the ones about end-of-the-world scenarios and the nature of the beast. And they scare the living hell out of me.
When I was a teenager, I loved horror movies and books. Loved the way they could freak me out, all the while knowing that monsters like that didn't exist, that I was safe.
Maybe it's a factor of getting older, of realizing that monsters do indeed exist, but they're not like the old movies and books. They're scarier because they're here, and they're just like us on the outside, so you can never be too sure... and by focusing on just the mortal everyday monsters, we don't pay attention to the bigger, universal stuff. Maybe, just maybe, those poor dead birds were a slap upside the head: Pay attention!
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