I have nothing to say. I know it is odd since, in real life, I talk, something like, 90 miles an hour unless, well, I'm in a big group.
I am then a big major mute.
However, I do like to challenge myself to clog up the space of infinity for a month (blog once a day in November, anyone?) mainly, because I hate to be/felt left out and I (contrary to popular belief, like to achieve and succeed a few goals in life, that of, organizing my spice cabinet and color coordinating my white t-shirt collection.) am totally going to say something. about nothing. Surely my Freudian stream of consciousness will take over.
I SWEAR I AM NOT DRUNK!
My husband is trying to get a nasty-ass, all encompassing virus off of my computer. Currently, I am listening in the background of our office to a series of strange and odd dudes, trying to ackwardly, walk my husband through the deletion and demolition of my computer. From YouTube. They are all VERY interesting sounding as they are very "raw" in their presentation. Hell, I just heard one dude burp in his video while talking about 'Maw-ware.'
Dang those adorable rascals a.k.a. my kidlets and their virial infested downloads. on my computer.
Yea!!! My husband just kicked the desk. I guess things aren't going well in pseudo-tech land....
I think everyone should have a great computer programmer on speed-dial. My nephew is one but dang, he makes more than my husband and me, I or she/him put together. He confuses me with this banter and well, I don't want him to see my office. It is Hoarders central around here.
Speaking of Hoarders, the picture of the day was "collection/collect."
I have this 'thing' for snow globes. Stop at a rest stop? Check that shit out!
I must have it!
This snow globe is obviously pre-911 days. When I was single, svelte and was a professional.
Visting New York for the third time.
I can't believe the airlines did not break this jewel when we were dive-bombing our way to the Oklahoma windy runway.
I've since stopped collecting these babies and have moved onto Hands. I think I've shown a crap-load of them on my FaceBook page and well, maybe here. I'm not sure because, I think I'm slowly descending into a dementia-like state.
I only hope, I don't forget EVERYTHING in my life at the end.
Here we go:
My obession with hands began with my Grandfather. He was a big palm reader while growing up.
We would sit in his living room after a power session of MASH! to only have me begging for him to look at my palm.
He told me many things, like how many children I was going to have, how many marriages I was going to have (Shhh.... I'm not going there...) and how the deaths in my family would affect my life line.
When and where they would destroy me.
I mean, he did tell me when I was 13, my first-born son was going to die. While looking at the jagged and knived areas on my palm.
I can't believe he was right.
My Grandmother freaked the fuck out when he shared this little tidbit with me and told him to never share another bit of information.
Good or Bad.
I guess she knew something as well.
I'm thinking we are a major fucking kooky lot.
at least we entertain each other, no?
He also said, NEVER!!! trust a smoothed-palmed hand as well as a dude with big, rounded, stunted thumbs.
They were the sign of a person with anger issues.
Believe me, I've used these two rules of thumb/palm to heart.
Have I met my assortment of odd characters but stopped short of marrying, based on their hands.
Speaking of my Grandfather (HELLO! did I say I was going to go all steam of consciousness on your ass?)
Are you following me?
Yea, I don't know where I'm going here.....
My Grandfather was an oilfield man.
He grew up as a young teen in the oilfield and died a Geologist.
Salt of the earth, give the shirt off his back, old-school, GENTLEMAN - oil man.
I LOVED going to rigs donning his fabulous, scuffed hardhat while sampling the mud and vescosity and what-not with him.
I never felt more connected to him than those times while riding around in the back roads of neverland.
No cell phone, no satellite radio and a vescosity cup to pee in.
He had theories about water, land, trees and tornadoes.
He was a very smart man.
He got it right more than the most seasoned weathercaster.
In Oklahoma, you can tell where the trail of tornados follows a water path.
In Oklahoma, you can always see a lone tree next to a oil-field pump. A sign of oil around there parts.
Lately, in Oklahoma, you feel earthquakes more than you feel them in California or North Dakota. I think we have had something like 67 of them during the past weekend.
Thankfully, I haven't felt most of them.
I'm usually walking around or stomping around, blow-drying my hair with heat-seeking flames or driving at AutoBahn speeds to my next destination.
I'm usually unaware.
I have to say, my Grandfather, would be most excited about the developement of these odd and crazy earthquakes.
I'm sure he would sit in a Love's Country Gas Station drinking his stout coffee with his 'old cronies' discussing and mapping out where the next oil well and earthquake would occur.
He was a man who was both incitefull and all-knowing.
He mapped the shit out of this state.
He was never taken seriously until after his death.
People capitalized from his good-nature.
They made a shit-oad of money off of him because he would never go after them when they stole his ideas and plans.
Over and over again.
Did I say he was the most kind-hearted man you could every meet?
GOD! I miss him!
I have to think, pray and hope, especially since he shared a birthday with Thalon, (and they both had red hair growing up and well, they both loved to sing....and Thalon's middle name was Bruce and well, did you remember from above that my Grandfather said to me, my first-born son was going to die? Like, told me, in like 1980?) they are connected with some strange cosmic mojo....They are talking about ancient Irish-lore and planning their next spot on an Irish moss covered moor to sing "Oh, Danny Boy, " while watching us and haunting our dreams.
Whispering in our disconnected ear, "Everything is going to be alright."
My Grandfather's words to me everyday I spent with him in my youth and in my dreams.
I hope they are having a grand time.
If you believe in that stuff.