stupid girl continued...

2007-07-09T01:37:00.000-05:00

2007-04-10T01:48:00.000-05:00

I'm working up a smile...
I come from a small town that is now a big town. Southern is pride and pride is stubborn. So, yes, I speak my mind. I am one of the few girls from hometown, USA that has gambled out in to the world and has no regrets. I found God’s grace in every mistake. And I made too many to count. My husband loves this southern girl and has blended his west coast traditions with my southern ways. I stepped into a profession that is challenging, demanding, and rewarding. I like to sleep too much and have started drinking coffee. I have officially lost control of keeping up with laundry. My husband is Navy and I am an Army civilian contractor. I am a military wife in the busiest time ever for military wives. We have the hardest job of all! I am very practical with time-honored southern ways. I can be very nostalgic and never forget. I believe in embracing life to its fullest. Embrace who you are, what you have to offer to the world, and most importantly; where you came from. I believe in having my own personal space.

2007-01-09T20:33:00.000-06:00

27 and standing...
Hawaii is ever changing these days. I just visited home again making two visits in 2006. It isn't the same anymore. It is funny how things change and strange how age creeps up on you. Hawaii is somewhat an isolation now, but a comforting one. You develop a circle of friends who are like you here in the same and they become your family. Friends I would possibly have never met unless I was fortunate enough to live here. Soon enough, they too will be gone as will I. And, unfortunately, we will be older and older. Visiting Florida made me realize how isolated we can become in life. I can't imagine going back to Tennessee right now to see it's evolvement. I would most likely be surprised and saddened. Living in Hawaii and even just traveling across the country shows there is so much more out there than our own little circles we create at home. Home is changing and changing for me. I like that and it enables me to grow. I know some people who have never left home and consider the rest of the world useless. Is it safer?? Or is it naive??

I, myself, find traveling and living in different places to be a growing personality that is otherwise dormant in others who wish to hunker down in one place. It is a unique personality that will force you to become an extrovert in order to find some common ground with the uncommon environment. I just suffered another birthday. My first one here in Hawaii. I remembered old birthdays passed in my old homes far away with old friends and my family who I miss dearly. Most importantly of all this rambling, I turned another year older. I am feeling it but suppose some things never change. Like the smell of your mom's fried chicken, or your sister's smile. Even the sunrise and the smell of rain. All I know is that I am still standing. Maybe not in my old hometown or with my family, but I am here.

2006-11-21T06:46:00.000-06:00

Coincidence, Absurdity, and Pride
Three things you can't live without. Coincidence. The luck or fate that brings you to the special people that form your life. The friends you make, those who love you for reasons you aren't aware of. The quirks in life that force you to have no control. Absurdity. The things that happen to you that don't make any sense. The unfairness, silliness of life. The irrational way we live sometimes. Craziness and carelessness override your plans and then - the true moments happen. Pride. The strongest of the three. Develops stubborness that defines who you are. Your opinions, your faith. The dirt that you walk on, the air you breathe. Taking a stand for what is important to you. All three are life itself. I believe they make me who I am and bring those close to me that I need.

2006-09-10T19:49:00.000-05:00

IN A LITTLE WHILE

I miss my car. She was smooth, sleek, shiny, sportsy, spunky, and fast. Blue leather seats with silver toned knobs, power everything, and the best shifter in the world. Manual transmission with quiet gears, sexy wheels that sparkled. The car keys ignited a soft hummmm of soft power and torque operated by a short driver - young and foolish. Heads turned, glared, and envied the ride and sound of U2 playing over the stereo. The bass...seducing. My how you've grown. It's been alittle while. The keys today open to a black, suburban Jeep. Somewhat aged, but less smooth and sleek, more stylish and sharp. The wheels aren't as shiny and the engine hmmmms a different tune. Do our cars resemble who we are? I still have her picture.

2006-08-21T21:02:00.000-05:00

EDDIE WOULD GO

Time flies when you work and play hard. I suppose many wish to here what it is like to live in Hawaii. I may not be the best critic but I will try to tell my story as is. My sprinklers are running right now outside in my lawn and I lie here in the hammock watching the birds dash through the sprays of water. I have never seen that before now. I do not like birds, but do find it amusing. Umbrella trees and plumeria trees shade the sunlight and the trade winds blow hair into my mouth as I breathe in the pacific salty air. The ice shifts in my glass of pineapple tea which I have found to taste very good -sweetened of course, I have southern roots, yeah. I know I just finished my sentence with ‘yeah’, but you must know that anywhere you live the culture will roll off your tongue somewhat eventually. The culture here is polynesian and the spirit here is definitely aloha. I open my new read from Barnes & Noble by Stuart Holmes Coleman which tells the story of the Hawaiian hero, a pioneer of surfing. Yes, I am going to learn to surf here soon, since you are asking. Sooner than later, I hope. I do miss the mainland which is over 4,000 miles away and a painful plane ride in coach seating. I am waiting for my husband to come home and we will grace the north beach here with a stroll before sunset and finish the evening with shrimp tacos. Paradise is paradise and work is work. I return there tomorrow morning and will help soldiers from Iraq with orthopedic injuries from blasts, explosions, and falls. It is an eye-opening experience if you aren’t keen on what is going on in the world today. Until now, I wasn’t so supporting. It is a real sacrifice. Speaking of forgo, as they say in north shore and waimea bay, “Eddie would go.” I shall read more and discover a little Hawaiian heritage while stranded here on this little island out in the Pacific. Although, I have everything I could possibly need.

2006-07-23T08:52:00.000-05:00

Days go weary..
Night shift is starting to take its toll. Nights only grow longer. And longer. There isn't much excitement on an orthopedic unit at night. Nurses echo in laughter down the quiet dimmed corridors from the nursing station. Trying to keep each other awake, papers to sign, charts to check. It is only 2 am! 5 more hours to go. After lunch break, or dinner break, ummm-not quite sure what meal it accounts as except an extra one adding extra weight to my slim waistline. It's 4 am and excitement burst out. Lab draws, what lab draws do we have? Waking up patients up from their sedated sleep aids smiles to our faces bringing the nurses some purpose into their early morning rituals. Ecstatic over blood, what are we - vampires?? Followed my the interns and med students, a new business joins the nursing station. The madness is roaring for another day. I made it through. My eyes are heavy and doomed for sleep. The daylight is piercing. Night owl or vampire? Soon, I will forget.

2006-05-21T20:38:00.000-05:00

Somethings to know about me...
I can shoot any firearm pretty well. I like to watch bull riding and have been to rodeos. I work hard. I favor the color green. I am most suspicious and least ordinary. I value family and tradition. I rarely eat the vegetables I should eat. I am strong in my faith. I am a hard friend to make. I believe in oversleeping. I love coffee houses and airport terminals. I always envied the eccentric type. I like to lead, not follow. I can find drama in just about anything. I love to cook and entertain. My culture is full of pride. I do not like most of the population. I skim the newspaper only for ads and coupons. I have no answers, only hope. I always wonder if I am in the right profession. I love cheese. I am most descriptive and least creative. I have a photographic memory. I like my bed made. I am proud of my parents. I always miss home.

2006-01-06T21:40:00.000-06:00

MAITAIVILLE

Well, it's not cheeseburgers in paradise, nor margaritas, nor the smell of shrimp beginning to boil. It's nobody's fault. It is mai tai time in Hawaii. Jimmy Buffett said most of the earth is filled with water, so most of our time should be spent by it. I have found a new discovery with this all in mind. I truly believe water is THE key to happiness. Call me stupid girl? Let's ponder this.
Water, a natural resource, -first and foremost- is used to satisfy human thirsts and renew human spirits. Secondly - houses, condos, and beach huts now stream nearly every coast where water shores bring tides. Millions of dollars are spent every day to allow ourselves the luxury of having a water view or water access to our homes. Thirdly - every vacation or honeymoon almost always is near water and involving water. The oceans of the earth, the seas, lakes, and bays are romantic, invigorating, inviting, thrilling, and therapeutic to every human on earth.
How is it, you ask, that mai tais are replacing margaritas in our blender at home? I don't know the reason. I will have to explore that remedy with Don Ho himself. I am still here, maybe on a wee little island out in the Pacific surrounded by water. Hmmmm. I have boozz in the blender and soon I will know.

2005-12-06T22:11:00.000-06:00

MELE KALIKIMAKA
I made it. A few scrapes and burns but the journey was phenomenal. From Jacksonville, Florida to Pensacola, Florida to Nashville, Tennessee to St. Louis, Missouri. Then to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to Minnesota to Rapid City, South Dakota. Then through Wyoming, Utah, Nevada for Thanksgiving and off to San Diego, California. The Pacific welcomed me all the way up to Los Angeles and then a plane escorted me another 2000 miles further out in the Pacific Ocean to the magnificent islands of Hawaii. Aloha....

2005-08-17T10:30:00.000-05:00

ALOHA

Here I am again. Yes, it is I here to blog about nothing and hope that something is found worth reading. Weeks are counting down to my departure to Oahu. I hope to not only find a Polynesian influence embark my rusty lifestyle and candid personality, but an enriching cultural or literal outlook to impose on my southern conventional traditions. I predict imposing is all, there will be no transformation. I also plan to relish in martial arts again only this time to complete the ranks thus strengthening my can do, will do attitude. A green belt in Isshrinryu did a lot for my individuality before moving to Florida, maybe too much. Other than learning the ropes of the Windward Coast and touring Magnum p.i.’s house (first on my list), I will update this blog to computer etch our journeys big and small. Will you be here to glance and enlighten us that someone is listening??

2005-08-05T02:19:00.000-05:00

WAL-MART IS HITLER
Did you know that there are Wal-Marts in other countries?? Yes, No? I myself was just informed via late night television presenting the history and age of Wal-Mart. I find this very distressing indeed. Mr. Walton’s expiration has left behind a growing fortune to a group of greedy, mad, and corrupt smiley faces. They are taking over the world. Watch out! As easy as it may be to shop for lower prices, soon, small businesses will liquidate to empty blocks of concrete which you will find yourself standing curt among. Next, the competition will leave Wal-Mart to raise prices among you, the inferior. A monopoly of sickened weeds growing and feeding off us all who are too weak to shop at our ma and pa store. And, and other countries are now supporting it’s conquest and helping bring America down lower and lower to an indecisive shopping chain. We are not robots!!

2005-07-18T19:25:00.000-05:00

MY CANDLEBOX
This post is for munchybutt whom I can never seem to get a hold of via the telephone. You know who you are!! She is very busy girl with a vivacious dog, a single working gurl's job, flowers to smell, people to grace, things to buy, bills to pay, emails to type, and currently strep throat. I'll say she has been a huge part of my life for a very long time and if you want to know anything there is to know about me, you might ask her.

This gurl, I tell ya, sometimes she could laugh till she pharts, which we did a time or too in an old country buffet diner in Knoxville. Sometimes she could cry on a whim, making you tread on pins and needles. ;) She couldn't sing too well either, which I discovered one karoke spell singing Sublime. Despite the singing thing, she took me to highs and lows of what it is like to have a real friend.

Dedicated and open. And she didn't say, "Fine, get the hell out of here" when I crazingly packed my things and moved away from home. Together, today, we both find ourselves farther apart but in each others heart. I heard a song today by Candlebox and it reminded me of her laugh. She could laugh and lighten the darkest spirit. I miss that.

2005-06-21T06:02:00.000-05:00

PALMS IN PARADISE
It is strange sometimes driving down the road and realizing that palms are emerging from every angle, every street. I probably couldn't find one street around here that didn't have some species of a palm tree. It is like they are taking over the place. Standing tall, barked with splendor, the fern of the south. They tower the roads, streets, and overpasses at times aiding a constant reminder of living in paradise. Although, the humidity here would give some a point to differ. It can get so sticky, hypoxic, and steamy most days and the rain only intensifies the wet air. The palms provide no shading I might add. Yet, I have been reading a lot about Hawaii these days and Oahu. It seems the humidity there doesn't bark over 56% which is a good thing. We hope to be living there this fall.

In the meantime, I have one to two weeks left vacationing, I take my big nursing exam TOMORROW, and I continue with bills and cooking and watching the food network!! Least forget the daily trips over to see Atlantic whom I'm beginning to get along with for spite. One more thing about writing checks....I was so excited to start writing checks again, you know pen & ink to avoid all the internet raids and living out The Net. What was I thinking?? All the reminders - "Did you sign your check? Did you include the payment? Did you lick your stamp? Did you include your entire 64-digit account number on your check? Can you function as a human being?" What? I try, I really do.

2005-05-19T15:30:00.000-05:00

EAST COAST GURL
Riding a bicycle around a beach community is probably the most relaxing, effortless, and competitive time you can have. You don’t fight for parking spots or pay for needless gasoline. You always have the right-of-way and you will never purchase more than you can carry. I live by A1A which is closest to the beach you can get unless you are very prosperous or sand savvy. Each trip is more exploratory and adventurous than before. You can even bike along the shore here since the sand is much harder than the Gulf Coast. I have always been a Gulf Coast girl, so finding a beach home that welcomes bicyclist with stop light crossways, parking racks, and ample sidewalks is very new and exciting. I am still spoiled by the Gulf Coast seashores and will probably always remain a supporter of the soft sand and clear blue water, but for now, my Diamondback bicycle and I will continue cycling…

2005-03-31T15:00:00.000-06:00

EASTER NUPTIALS

I just married the man of my dreams in Jacksonville! We will now start our adventurous journey together as a U.S. Navy duet to places here and far. My nursing will endure our well-being, and his aviation will keep us soaring above the clouds. This fall, we leave for Oahu, Hawaii. I will change this blaahg to a more appeasing style for my new location and continue posting here. God speed.

2005-03-13T19:39:00.000-06:00

THE MEDICAL INSIDE
I believe Nursing is starting to grow on me. In the beginning you see, I was very high-strung and tense. Educators exhorted skills, proficiency, skills, and proficiency over and over. I learned there is a rationale for everything you do, and you must learn them all. Now at the end of my education, I was baffled again when they began teaching critical thinking. I thought to myself, how can you teach or school others on critical thinking? Isn't that something you either achieve or master yourself? Yet, they instructed and fatigued our minds with ethical, moral, and medical concerns and succeeded. Again, you were forced to think outside the box. 99% of nursing is thinking outside the box in case you were wondering. Which hasn't done much for my personality. Nurses are known to have the strongest guts and most vulgar conversations. Don't tempt us or ask us something you don't want to hear. We can look it up if we don't know. We have a library of 3-inch books like we do purses. So here I am, beginning my internship in the ER department, which I picked dubious in my quest for the field of nursing I want to endeavor. I believe I will fit in well there with the other tense, high-strung individuals and doctors. Wish me luck.

2005-02-22T20:02:00.000-06:00

SEASHELLS BY THE SEASHORE

I visited the Gulf today for the first time in ohhhh 2 or 3 months. Since the hurricane, I have been to the beach only twice and it only left me dismal and confounded seeing the aftermath of Ivan. Slowly things are being rebuilt and reconstructed. Although today, my focus or emphasis was on the water itself. Unable to capture it’s beauty with my camera, I left with wonderment at how it could still look so luminous and clear. As if untouched when everything else around it is still a catastrophe. I brought along my niece who visited the ocean for the first time and was perplexed at the sand between her toes and being washed away by the shore. If only I could still experience things with that awe and bewilderment. Eeewwing at the cold water rushing by our feet, chasing seagulls, catching seashells, and laughs. The ocean washed everything else away. I think I would be a really good mom, but I'm cool with being a really good aunt.

2005-02-17T18:35:00.000-06:00

TAMPARTAY
I just made a trip to Tampa, making my second trip now to south Florida. I traveled again with nursing students as I did a year ago or so. It is so bizarre, yet not surprising how feral a group of the like can become. You wouldn't think so. Put us together on a night-free of studying in a campus town in a hotel far away from home and it is like a cattle release. Stampede. Only this time, I was too unwell to accompany them. My illness gave me ample insight as an observer rather than a participator. This peanut gallery was hitting clubs, bars, and drinking at all of them. Funny thing is, I was still up in my hotel room ill and feeling fair when I heard them come in. The sheer quantity of inebriated souls was staggering...even at seven a.m.

2005-02-15T19:57:00.000-06:00

STUPID GIRL HERE....
In case you were wondering, the “stupid girl” came from the beginning of a computer journal I used to keep up with and now seem to only glance at now and then to see where I’ve been. What do you suppose is the reason of a journal anyhow? To remind us how bad or good we had it? Or maybe to remind us of how absurdly we felt someone was wonderful and smart, when they turned out to be a very inarticulate, hideous soul. I can look back and find the “rock bottom” of times and the times when I asked the man upstairs for some help. Journals are kind of like dogs, always leaving a mark so you know where it is you’ve been.
Why am I stupid you ask? I suppose I am not the like anymore, maybe more sensible these days. Stupid girl is also the name of an old song by Neil Young which speaks to a girl, in this case a stupid girl, who needs to forget remembering and start learning again. Which at that time in my life, was right on. These days, I am beginning a new chapter of my life and need a new name, or volume should I say – although, I am not writing novels here. Just a tale. You read it here.
No longer looking for the wave I missed, -kj

2004-12-24T21:03:00.000-06:00

A SCHOOL BLOT
Why is it when each school semester ends, you say, “Oh, I will have all this time to do this and this and this and that”? Baloney!! You lay around, relax, a little too much. Time goes by. Weeks come to an end, and where am I? I’m nothing but a potbelly emblem for any overstuffed chair nauseated with holiday confectioneries and slumberous turkey meats. My anti-semester agenda becomes filled with recess-like activities with 8+ hours of nightly beauty sleep. A wee cold gets me down, my car never gets clean, mornings grow longer, and I have still yet to complete any work related tasks reducing the next drill thrashing, stress banking, engrossed manners, with awful eating habits challenging semester ahead. Annnd it’s Christmas. Do I sound worried about the next season? I think not! What made you think such a thing? Recent news, I am escaping this natural disaster homefront of Pensacola and leaving for Reno to celebrate New Year’s after all!! My Santa came early this year........

2004-12-18T19:25:00.000-06:00

SOUTHERN IDIOSYNCRASY

I never imagined coming home. Coming home. What exactly does that mean? You see, 25 years ago, I was born in a little city on the southern border of the heart of dixie and lingered there for only three years before I moved away to Tennessee. I resided in TN for approximately 18 years where I made some lifelong friendships and memorable experiences, but yet, I still made several hurtful mistakes that made the time there seem unjust for me. The wrong career selection, the wrong matrimony, and the wrong faith. So, I dusted the snow off my hollow shoulders and left to settle my tired feet in the white, crystal sand beaches of the panhandle of Florida. Only one hour from where I originally was born. I lived carelessly for a year or so mending my oats and with the help of my father’s wisdom, I entered a promising career that will live through me now independently with broad, numerous choices and places I never dreamed of. I later found my faith, and with the help of God’s love, I now am engaged to marry the one true love of my life. Although I pay dearly for miscalculated mistakes and numerous accounts of sin, I now know true love and happiness and see it’s possible journeys. And last evening, I found myself affably with the man of my dreams and his family celebrating happiness next to the bay of water where I was born. Somehow, I made it home.

2004-12-02T17:45:00.000-06:00

BOBTAIL RINGING
I believe Elvis sang it best when he chanted a carol around Santa Claus coming to town and I used to think my friend back home was crazy for liking the king of rock so darn much. She even put blue lights on her green Christmas tree. Who knew. Blue Christmas came over the radio during my shower today, and I found myself emulating Elvis adding three minutes to my showertime. You see, I am in such the Christmas spirit this year, I almost talked myself into taking my turn on his lap with wishes and giggles of this season at the local mall. I find myself more and more wanting to leave cookies out and stay up harking for jingle bells and rooftop scuttle.
Is this crazy to want to be believer again? I know, I know I am too old. Hush. Who's idea was it anyhow to abolish Santa at the conclusion of our childhood? I am enraged. With technology today, why can't we limn a new line of work. Let's make these fictional fables such as Rudolph, and Saint Nick come true. What is so hard about coming house to house from a flying sleigh in the sky and dropping us gifts down the chimney anyway? That's not crazzzzee.

2004-11-13T15:21:00.000-06:00

"SHE TALKS FUNNY"
It finally was written and I caught it just in time, not missing anything inspite of my new residence away from my old home. I am vagrant somewhat now, but I suppose I agree and disagree with Mr. Jack Neely freelancing about our back-home accent or lack of or mix of. Who knows?? Some folks just are. I am fixin' to give you the link to the article from my native habitat of Knoxville, Tennessee written for the public alternative eye via the local Metropulse's articulated weekly newspaper. I present the Knoxvull accent..rat now, for your indulgence. Mr. Neely takes a ponder on East Tennessee's folkhood and jokingly chaws for reason in his own roots which takes up most of the read, but between the lines is his accentuation plainly noted. Only a Knoxvillian could catch!? "Some folks are just more susceptible to accents."

2004-10-19T17:56:00.000-05:00

MUST WE??
Must we all run to Canada for a frivolous flu shot? What is the world coming to? What are we doing people? And must it make the news? The media loves it.
"We now have a gas shortage." So everyone runs to the gas stations in a demented panic breaking out in fights, screaming, diaphoretic. Here is a tidbit for everyone, we still have gasoline guys. In fact, I filled my car up last week to FULL and I didn't have to knock anyone out or hustle to the gas station.
Now, there is no more flu vaccinations. Alert! We are all going to die and I mean tomorrow!!! Let's drive to Canada. Hasten yourselves, this must be serious. I mean damn, I have never even had a flu shot in my life, am I going to die? Someone please tell me what is going on.....

2004-10-18T17:28:00.000-05:00

AN AUTHOR IMPEDES

Do you ever have something you really want to say or you just need to erase the chalkboard, but find it extremely difficult to scratch it? What am I talking about? So, you spend minutes and minutes over and over in your brain with each thought articulated and exactly ordered how you wish to write it and see it. Next you bring yourself to the paper or keyboard in this case, and this vacant gawk appears on your face while your fingers suddenly feel inapt to type. Frustration. And my novelist dream of free-lancing always seems to get in the way with each assortment of ideas and arrays of sentences. Why must it be so perfect? Misinterpretation. It soon becomes a distorted matrix of bitter, contentious, jargon such as I presented here. I seem to have a problem. I want to break the pencil, or rip the keys off in this case. There must be a stampede interferring with my letters, emails, and even speech lately. I even demonstrate 'the stare'. "What did you say, I was not listening?" Oh, but I was. I just need more time.

2004-10-11T19:18:00.000-05:00

A JEZEBEL BLAAHG

This blog is so insane and so easy. I find myself more and more using templates like a harlot, makes me feel dirty. But it is free, and all those years I wasted learning web design, who knew. Who needs a website? Attention all costly, invasive, programming-sense required web servers out there, thanks to blogger, no one needs to know but how to blog and what to say. Aaaand they can post it from anywhere, anyday. Did I just rhyme? Oh that was lame.

2004-09-21T17:36:00.000-05:00

LOOTERS AND SHOOTERS

Composed on left over plywood and placed upright to one of the few remaining trees in the yards here of people who survived Ivan reads "You loot, we shoot", our catch-phrase for survivors here in the panhandle. I have so much to say and pictures to share, but almost don't have the heart to post them, but I will. Above is the interstate over Escambia Bay that received a 22ft surge of water. I just received power back and this being my first post, but not my last.

2004-09-13T15:19:00.000-05:00

HURRICANE CITY

Florida in all its alluring buoyancy and tropical paradises with magic kingdoms and secret hidden beaches seems to find itself more and more these days in the eye of the storm. And not just any storm. The storm of storms. Inferior to the rain and the wind, the Sunshine State is fighting for ice, electricity, food, bread, and becoming more and more anxious waiting for the next blow. When, where, and sometimes why? The weather channel (and I speak of them in the upmost respect for attempting to predict any natural disaster) echoes on every television with "currently, in your area...". In my opinion, it is like watching a game of darts. A hit and miss so to speak. Also, the meteorology is much poetic at times with a dance of words. Who knows? So, I now attempt to speak for all of the flaming roman candles here in the panhandle who much like me are trying to figure out what to do next. Stay or leave?

It is a different way of life here. You can miss work or school or weeks of power and be in another state surveying the aftermath and that be the norm. For the storm of storms is a way of life for people here. We plywood our windows and doors, tighten all that we have down, video tape our possessions for the bankrupt gambling insurance companies; and we wait and listen to the weather channel, who abides us our weather scriptures and our window to the storm. We harness in our homes and pray. Or we leave our homes and pray. "New information shortly. We have new information. New information shortly." Okay, okay.

2004-09-01T10:48:00.000-05:00

CAN U HEAR ME NOW?
I am spunk and I have been cell phone free almost three months now. Thank you. Thank you. It has been hard, yes. I have spent many car drives in withdrawals, many occupied land line phones have shifted me into tantrums with lapses from reality. Having to remember actual phone numbers has been hard, but I am adjusting slowly. I don't use profanity as much anymore during the Cingular television commercials with their 'I call it my blah blah blah plan'. !!$@#*%! I have trouble still accepting that I have no ability to choose who is special enough to receive my house number and who is not. Since I have no choice now. As I recently discovered, land line phones don't have vibrate options, very disturbing to me. Nonetheless, I am proud to be here today and I do have a new plan...I call it my, hang with people that have cell phones plan.

2004-08-16T19:57:00.000-05:00

PENTIUM III STRONG
My PC is alittle under the weather lately, although, time has not been on it's side working on 6-7 years running time now. When you power up the hard drive, it sounds like a dwindling muffler on an old used car well on its way to meeting the asphault, or doom. In the meantime, I continue crossing my fingers with each single power up and I have backed up the most significant files in hopes that the days are crashing down to my purchase of a new lap top. What comes with that is the new windows xp which I fear is an inevitable encounter of my computer long journey through life. I have ties to this one currently and even though the scanner struck by lighting doesn't work.......and neither does the start menu, nor the sound system, but I continue on with high regards, allegiance, and abundant respect for my motherboard windows 98 operating system and all of it's unusual blares and groans until the day it powers no longer....God speed

2004-08-10T12:30:00.000-05:00

THUNDERSTIX
President Bush came to visit us here in the panhandle...which he phrased as Bush country today. I was muddled at the turnout of people and wondered again why it is I enjoy crowds so much. I am still indecisive about the upcoming election. It is kind of like picking fruit at the market, looking for the juiciest and sweetest of the pick. Which one is the ripest and has no signs of worms? You just really don't know until you bite into it. Kind of like voting. Although I admire pbush during the last 3 1/2 years and his commitment and moral clarity as he put it. Seeing him up close was unreal for me, but seeing the crowd up close was not. They handed out these balloon like "thunderstix". Who ever thought of something like that?? Lots of noise...
bang bang bang bang. They drove me crazy. It was a rainy day.

2004-07-24T11:11:00.000-05:00

COFFEE HOUSES
I used to love coffee houses, the aroma, the agile line of eccentric people whom I knew well. I always drank the non-coffee items though, but I loved it anyhow. Then I moved to florida-found a Starbucks house, adventured in one day and acquired my favorite latte or mocha. As I stepped out of the doors into Pensacola, something just wasn't right. What was I doing? This wasn't quite the same as I remembered back home. The chill of the air, smoke from the cup drizzled up into your nose while your scarf traced your cheek as it fell down to the side after vigorous attempts otherwise. Now, here, the sun was burning, wind blowing. No chill, no smoke, no aroma. What's a coffee house without all the other?

2004-07-13T17:43:00.000-05:00

RED HOT JULY

This is my dad......He is quite a character and he just put in an attic fan. That’s right. One of those fans that pulls all the heat out of the attic so you can go up there with reduced risks of developing dehydration or a heat stroke. This is Florida. It can happen, I tell you. But i also noticed the medical danger he risked putting the thing in. It took two days. Two hot July days both topping the 90’s. Yep. But he did it. And now he is glued back to the weather channel. Wonder what for? Did they tell him it was a good month for an attic project?

2004-05-30T22:54:00.000-05:00

ALITTLE VITAMIN SEA

Good afternoon Florida, how are you...
Well don'tcha know me, I'm your native gurl
I've been wandering your ole destin harbor
Just charters and their men who call this home
Say won't you watch them slice up the guests' proud catch
Feel the humid wind trace across your cheeks
And the sons of sons of sailors
And the sons of captain smitch
Ride any vessel you wish through the whisking abyss
Tourists with their galoshes floppin'
With chartermen rockin' to the gentle beat
This calmin' rhythm is all they feel
And i'll be gone when the day is done....

2004-05-16T21:13:00.000-05:00

GLASS DANCING

I dropped a yoohoo today and it broke everywhere!! Then I proceeded to step on the broken glass several times?? After abrading glass out of my toes and feet, I hobbled over to the beach for some salt therapy with Nate and Paul. It relieved my lacerations somewhat although natedog and skeeter didn't seem too concerned as they came after me with buzzing kites that plunged and dipped over the sand like a crazed bird. Then I had to walk a mile down the beach to find their boomerang drifting down the coastline heading where? I've yet to see one of those things actually return itself.