We are experiencing serious computer problems.  The blue screen of death has been randomly popping up and dumping memory.  I’m going to have to wipe out my c drive and reinstall all programs.  I’m sure everyone can understand my frustration.   About the only thing I can do at this point is when it pops up is hit restart as quickly as possible so I don’t lose to much.  I have almost all the important stuff saved to my e drive now and am just waiting for software to re-install.

On a brighter note I had my daughter take a couple pictures of the new haircut.  As soon as I get them developed I’ll put them up. (no digital yet)  I’ll also put up a couple of her Blue hair.  Her boyfriend and his three sisters bleached her hair and then put a temp. blue on it.  She said when she’s my age and her kids tell her she boring and lame she wants to have the proof that she wasn’t always in mom mode and did have a life.  Sounds logical to me!  lol  Man, is her hair BLUE.  Hers is much more adventurous than mine, but I just can’t see me going around town with blue or pink hair.  I wish that I had been more adventurous when I was 19.  After all it’s just hair. 

Tomorrow I’m taking my god-daughter and her parents to Little Rock.  She’s two and a half months old and she has grade 4 kidney reflux.  We’re going to a pediatric urologist.  Children’s hospital in Little Rock is one of the best around so we are all hoping that something is done right away and this whole nightmare can be put behind us.  If your of the praying sort, put baby Victoria on your list.  It is so hard when an infant is ill.  I, like many, wish it were me instead of her, because at least I would understand the pain, and would know that people are doing everything that can be done. 

I guess this is all for now.  How can I be so busy with so little to write about is a mystery to me.  It all seems pretty boring.  Unless someone finds going to market to buy a loaf of bread interesting.  Not likely though, eh? 

I will post the pictures and a report on the baby.  Have a great day and don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.   indie

 Emily is all registered for the university, we had a lot of fun and I think she will be happy there.  There are still minor details to be worked out, but her class schedule is set.  I love that she is taking Elementary Latin, for her humanities class.  Lucky for her she doesn’t have to take the core classes of Math, English, and World Civ. she had those in high school.  So her schedule is a lot more flexible, and should be more interesting. 

Today I go to the grand opening of CK Designs, it’s a new hair studio, and I am one of the guinea pigs.  Robbie has already cut and dyed my hair, today he will style it so people can see what he can do.  The cut he gave me is very basic and the color is a wonderful mahogany with gold undertones.  So today should be a piece of cake.  I love getting $75.00 worth of free styling.    Now that I’m spoiled with superior hair care I’ll have to save just to have it done again.

Have to go, write more later, love to all indie

Tomorrow is the day I take my youngest child, my baby, to register for university.  Amidst all the feelings of pride at her accomplishments is another stage of letting go.  It seems all we do is prepare to let them go.  Let them go so that they can face an incredibly heartless world on their own.  I hope that I am as prepared for her to face it as she seems to be.  I know there are many who will not only help her along, they will cheer her as she passes through her college years.  I hope that her dad and I have given her the strength to face her detractors as well.  There will always be those people in the world who never feel bigger than when they are tearing someone down.  I hope that they choke on their own bitterness and cynicism.  I hope with all my heart that the bright shining face that I send off to university comes back and tells her father and I what a wonderful institution she chose, how happy and content she will be there…so very, very far from home.

Chick Flicks as Therapy:

Youngest daughter Em and I had a chick flick marathon last night.  I suppose if your not going to do anything all afternoon and night it might as well be that.  We watched five in a row, and in the watching I’ve come to some conclusions.  We need chick flicks….they provide a valuable service.

       For instance in “Two Weeks Notice”   you are reassured that with the right women ANY man can and will be faithful.  Even rich playboys.  After all who cares that he’s been married who knows how many times, and cheated on every single wife, we all know that with Lucy it will be different.  This is to reassure us that WE ARE THAT WOMAN.

     In “Sweet Home Alabama” we are told that our man will change his entire life and become successful if we leave him.  Then when we come back he will still love us and want us twice as badly as before, and of course we come back because, hey he’s successful now.  So it must follow that all the other problems will go away.  After all lightning can strike the same place twice right?

     In “You’ve Got Mail” I learned that even if you live in a city of millions you can and will fall in love with your worst enemy.  Who just happens to own a chain of bookstores but chooses to always hang out at the one right around the corner from you.  Now this one has in abundance what the others hint at, FATE. 

     “The American President” will adore you enough to put his job on the line if you stand up to him and tell him he lost your vote.  He will go on national TV to defend your honor, and people will love him and you.

     Above all, in every single movie, love conquers all.  Sappy or not if you love each other enough it will all be okay in the end.

     Sorry folks I’m just not buying it.  I love to watch these movies and I suppose they do need a happy ending but puleeze.

     On that cynical note I will now watch “Predator” an absolutely ruthless killing machine, no conscience, morals, or compassion.  Or maybe “Terminator” no conscience, morals, or compassion.  Or maybe “Face Off” no conscience, morals or compassion.  Damn, am I spotting a theme in guy movies as well?

     I know I’ll just turn off the T.V. and go outside…I will let the Earth give me my therapy.

I love Xanga…I really do.  Sometimes it eats what I have written, and sometimes it won’t let me in at all because I forgot the secret password.  By and large though it is a great place to be.  Where else could so many diverse people from all over the world connect?  Each person with a unique perspective and writing style.  Every time I add another person to my SIR list I think “it’s getting to long you can’t keep up” but I can’t help it, they are good blogs and each one brings something different.  Canceling a subscription for me is like rejecting a friend.  I just can’t seem to do it.  This is a small piece of someone’s life that they choose to share with us, how could I reject that?

These are me!!

This is me sitting on the deck Barry built so I could have a graduation party for my oldest kid Allie.  I am taking a break from cleaning up the yard.  It’s not a great picture but hey I’m picky so there’s probably not a great picture out there.  I suppose this one is at least a little more “glamorous though I’m not fond of it either.  Even this one is about six years old.  It just seems so……posed!!!!

Is anyone happy with a picture of themselves?

I like this one pretty well because it from farther away…..

anyone remember the movie Tootsie?  When Dustin Hoffman dresses like a women and gets hired for the soap opera they have to pull the camera WAAAY back.  Well, that’s how I like my pictures, from a long way away, either that or Vaseline on the lens.  LOL

Now for good or evil….everyone knows what I look like.  I hope if I shattered any illusions it didn’t hurt to bad. 

indie

Happy day today!!!!!!  We got cable Internet and I can’t get over how much quicker everything is.  I must really have a lot of GEEK in me to be so excited over a faster computer but I just can’t help it.  It makes me want to skim from page to page just so I can watch.  Must have some voyeur in me after all. 

We have a new salon opening in town in two weeks and Allison hooked up about ten of us to go get free cuts and whatever else we want.  It’s all part of the grand opening and we will be there to show what they can do and how good they are.  I agreed to get a dye job and maybe some chunks of color put in.  Izzy, another friend is getting his hair tye dyed, and Jacque is going completely blue.  I hope it’s a pretty electric blue instead of a dull washed out blue.  Me, I really do need to stay kind of middle of the road.  While I love to look at all the rest I have a lot meetings and others business related stuff so I should at least look like people can trust and believe what I say.   That might be hard to do when they see a women my age walk in with pink hair.  I think I’ll leave it for the younger generation and just have other fun with them. 

In other news I’m getting funny vibes from the woman in charge of the Main Street Group.  She and I were both up for the same job and she got it, I told everyone that I wouldn’t quit if I didn’t get the job and I won’t.  But I think in some ways she still sees me as a rival in some kind of competition.  Truth told the way things worked out with Barry’s job I’m glad I didn’t get hired.  I’m busy enough with what I do and I don’t need more on my plate right now.

Barry got me a hand held sand blaster for my glass etching, if I get any good at all I’ll try to post a picture.  I have the first design laid out now all I have to do is finish.  It’s nerve wracking though.  I picked a dark blue wine bottle and made a sun template over it, I’m still trying to work out the quarter moons on the neck of the bottle.  If it doesn’t turn out horrible I’ll make it into an incense burner.  The hardest part of the whole thing is cutting the templates on the bottles…eeerrrgggg!!!

Well, that’s all for now I hope everyone has had as good a day as I have.  It’s about time and we all need it now and again.  

indie 

I read every  comment and every single one has valid points. I completely agree with randy, it’s not a southern thing it’s a human thing, and deadstars about it being a different generation, I believe that too.  I am so bad at confrontation that unless I’m backed into a corner with no chance of getting out of one, I will find a way to avoid it, so confrontation is not really my first choice of things to do.  I’m not so frustrated that I can’t let it go until next time.  If he brings it up again I will, with respect, tell him to “get a grip”. Then start naming names and ask him if he or I should stop loving them now that he knows their gay.  I know he can’t stop loving them, so that will allow me to also ask him if we should be allowed to tell them who they can love.  As if a person has a choice.  I personally can’t imagine anyone in the world with Fred other than Marcus.    So maybe that will get him to thinking.  Also knowing that I care so deeply about these people in my life will stop him from saying anything more.  Just to spare my feeling.  If he wants to hold them in until they rot then there’s nothing I can change about that.  At least he will know where his daughter stands. 

You guys have helped tremendously and I appreciate it more than you know.  It’s nice to know I can get a sane perspective when needed, and an insane one when I need a laugh.  indie

And then of course if all else fails there’s always Jerry Springer!!  lol

I changed my skin AGAIN, if I could just find one that everyone could read easily and some modicum of style I would probably leave the damn thing alone.  I’m satisfied with so much in my life why can’t I be happy with a simple xanga skin?  I really need to teach myself some html then I could tweak until it was what I want.  Right now I’m not thrilled with xanga anyway, it took me 20 minutes yesterday to tell Morgane she’s brilliant.  By the time that one comment loaded I was so disgusted with the whole thing I turned the computer off. 

Now for a question of parents:

This really bothers me and I’m wondering if the same thing happens to other people.  It involves prejudice so if the subject scares you go to another page now.  My dad who is 83 was born in the South so he has some pretty old school ideas.  He very rarely says anything I find offensive, but when he does he goes all out.  The other day he was complaining about the rights being given to gay and lesbian people.  He doesn’t know it, because he hasn’t taken the time to know it, but a whole lot of my friends are gay.  In fact my first boyfriend from high school is gay.  One of my biggest hopes is that I can go spend a week in San Fran. with him and Alan.  With a quick stop to see my cousin, who is also gay.  I never even think…oh I’m going to go see my gay ex-boyfriend until someone says something idiotic.  I just want to go see Alan and Bill.  Or I want to have lunch with Kathy and Sara.   A few years back he made a racist remark involving the N word that pissed me off so bad I yelled at him, I never yell at my dad, but to this day he won’t say a word about a black person.  Good or Bad, and truth to tell I’m glad because I don’t want to hear it.  Does anyone out there think I should do the same thing again or should I just “let it lie”?  He is 83, and bottom line he is my dad.  What do you think?

Back from Missouri…we had a good time at my aunts house, there were 80 family members there, sounds like a lot but it’s just a scratch on how many there really are.  My mom has ten brother and sisters so it’s not hard to figure there’s a bunch of us.  Specially when you start counting grand and great grand kids.  My mom is a twin, in fact there’s two sets of twins in her family.  There would have been three except my grandma miscarried a set, I can’t imagine the pain of miscarrying.  I know a lot of women who have miscarried, I think it’s something you can sympathize with but not understand unless it’s happened to you.  What do you think?  MAN, did I digress or what????

I went to the kids house for their fourth of July BBQ, they bought a party ball and between that and the wafting smoke I passed out at midnight….what a party animal.  The good thing about it though, when I woke up at 6:30 am I didn’t have a hangover and felt terrific.  So there is some good to being a light weight. 

confessions of a mom(yes I really did have a life before kids):

When I met Barry I was dancing at a bar called Chicks, back then I could drink a grown man under…and did frequently.  Dance a set, slam a couple of beers, dance a set….

I had massive amounts of money, and more custom made G-strings than jeans.  When he got off work at 11pm he would come down to the bar and when the bar closed off we would go…to party and spend all that money.  A couple of hard bodies…..twenty two years sure can change a lot of things.  The only dancing like that done anymore is behind a closed bedroom door.  How the hell did I get so modest?  (I still like fishnet stockings, I think their sexy)

How funny I just now noticed I have exactly the same number of subscribers as I did on my posts before, yet four of them are new.  That means that there are four faithless crap heads out there who gave up on me in less than 2 months.  I know it’s been a long time but please come back, I love all my lovely subscribers….even the faithless ones…ha ha

It never dawned on me that some people might take offense at the crap head comment.   I TRULY apologize, it was never my intent to offend anyone.  I meant it as a joke.  Now if you will excuse me I have to go extricate a foot from my mouth!