Kotter

So this girl walks into a blog...

Apparently when your mind is so pressed to recapture your past that the succulence of this antiquity will actually keep you up at night.

Shout out to Dave, Crse (are you still out there?), Canada and any four legged nutty creatures that didn't forget me either...

With irrevocable brazen stupidity, I leap before I looked. Isn't that what love is, one giant leap? I am desperately trying to ignore the frog implications here...the lilly pad I gave up...that no good two-timing bull frog who was full of crrroak!

In this recapturing of ME, strangely enough, this place is where I plug into me.

Good to be back.

The Power of Friendship

Who has the power to make me sit down and blog?

Friends

Happy-Happy Joy-Joy

Look what came in the mail today!!!!

LGS

Chills and Tears

My Aunt sent this to me and I wanted share it here.

"This is a you-tube video of Paul Potts, a mobile phone salesman singingopera for the British TV talent show. I can't hear his voice without chills and tears, no matter how manytimes I replay it. What an amazing voice! That look on SimonCowell's face after the first line - priceless! And the woman judgeis almost overcome with emotion."

http://youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA

Chaffing

My mild irritation is a direct derivative of being in one place and wishing I could physically transport myself somewhere else.

My laziness has hit an all time high whilst I procrastinate the next four steps I will need to take to get to where I need to go.

OK, I just pictured the sun going down at the Lake....

All the inspiration I needed - I'm outta here!!!

GO SENS GO on the BIG ASS screen and booze to boot.

Bus Passes and Poop

Darlene (41) and Denis (64) are special needs. We "adopted" Darlene into our family when I was in high school. She's a fiery spitball I tell ya. Very high functional, takes exceptional care of herself (has better oral hygiene than the average Joe) and of Denis, who requires more assistance. They live together in a cute little apartment close to the beach. Their funds are extremely limited; they both have jobs and the great sense of humor to boot. Darlene will call my house and leave messageS. Plural. If she wants to speak to my mom, or me she's relentless. Tonight the issue was bus passes and "poops". Apparently Denis' counselor showed up at his work and Denis had to leave without being able to clarify his counselor's instructions regarding his bus pass. In addition to that, Denise has to get this Raison Brand cereal, because he's a little backed up. The last time I paid them a visit it was to set up Denis' new Ghetto blaster in his bedroom. I checked on the hamster and gave Darlene a really nice Crest Oral B rotary toothbrush. I'm thinking with her hands getting shakier, I'll need to visit more often, so, today I will make a point of marking my calendar for some regular visits - I know how much they'd love a spaghetti supper (and stocking of their freezer). Omar will happily play on Darlene's play station, the last time we were there Denis taught Omar to play "Trouble".

Some people could care less to help out people society might prefer not to see at all. For me, it makes me feel really good. I don't get paid, I don't get acknowledged but I get to feel great and care for people I love.