Breakfast Letters: Blue Balls

Breakfast Letters: Blue Balls: "Some mornings I jump out of bed and some mornings I roll and some I arise like Frankenstein. That was today. I am stiff and unresponsive. Li..."

Blue Balls

Some mornings I jump out of bed and some mornings I roll and some I arise like Frankenstein. That was today. I am stiff and unresponsive. Like pieces of me are not familiar with other pieces and there is no co-ordination. No union or common goal to get us all together.

Ok, boys……word of advice. First of all do NOT put balls on your trucks. It was funny about 10 years ago to me the first time I saw it. They were pink the truck was brown and very well over endowed which of course told me the driver was not. Second if you must give in to the boyish pleasure of alerting us all to the fact that even though you lack balls your truck does not please, please, please do NOT put blue balls on your truck!!!! I am not even sure what was going through the heads of the Transformer people when they put balls on the Decepticon. Really??

I think it is marvelous that some of you get to choose the vehicle you are driving and believe you are being thrifty and conscience and doing your part and whatever else you may be appeasing in your mind but, some of us are driving what we were given. I would rather be in the very economical and charming naughty Volvo but I really do love my Charles. There is something so very Texas about a Daddy giving his little girl a very big Lincoln for a Birthday present. Perhaps it is all those years of watching Dallas. That being said….. it is NOT the duty of you other people to try and point out what you believe is our extravagance. Do NOT pull out in front of my half ton, metal, V8zooming, 2000 horsepower, I am going 40mph vehicle! It was NOT made for instant stopping. I can no easier come to a dead stop than a  mile long freight train, ocean liner or 767 upon landing!! ReallY!!!!!! I suppose pulling out in front of me was the much better choice than waiting for me to get past  and pull in behind me where there was no other traffic!!! Your ugly little car probably red lined as you stomped on the accelerator, when you realized that I was not stopping and that you were about to become my hood ornament. Ok just so you know….. When I tell my V8 to move and move now it does so with grace and agility. When you tell your car that is the size of half of a comma to move fast and move now, it is not going to do that!!! Pulling over was your only option because there is no way I could have stopped my car.

One more thing…. You child hauling taxi moms in your mini vans….you have no special privileges. If you are going to drive without safety concerns for your own family why should us (we) other drivers care either. Stay to the suburban side road please!!!!

Ok, I loved the old Conan movies and Arnold was great but this new Conan….WOW!!!!! To the freak who commented about Tamara the Queens guard and “what trailer park did she crawl out of”…. Your mom forced you to ride to soccer games in a minivan didn’t she? I bet you drive around in an oversized tricked out ball wearing Toyota. Afraid of strong women? Perhaps a woman with a sword she can actually use makes you tremble. Come here little fellow I am hungry!!!

the attack

I went to my usual Sunday night movie last night except, it was not usual. Some people were in my usual seats. Ok…. The theatre ended up being packed. I go to late shows on Sunday nights to avoid the herds. They have caught on! I suppose their quest to sit among greatness should flatter me…. LOL…. It does.  Now go on about your way. But that was not all. Advertisements on the theatre screen bugs me. I will allow if  you are going to do it they had better be of super-bowl epic proportion. Volvo had a great ad with their “naughty “Volvo. Loved it!! The National Guard has put on some good ones. Last night an ad comes on with Cleopatra and other powerful, strong women while the “movie announcer guy in his “epic” movie trailer voice is going on about countries have gone to war over it, men fight and die for it, etc etc…..concluding with …”you should  keep it clean and fresh and ends with a shot of Summers Eve cleansing gel and wipes. I never say OMG…. But it came loudly out of my mouth and the mouths over every woman in there and gasps from men. Men do not gasp. But they did last night. What made it amusing was the blank looks on the two teenage boys sitting to my left. They were clueless and naïve and because everyone else reacted they now looked embarrassed. I watched them both slink further down into their seats. They really had no clue about the ad that must have cost 1.2 million to produce. It looked like a movie trailer, had to have had a cast and crew of over a hundred and at least 3 CGI studios involved.

As I was recovering that mild shock I saw movement near the floor to my right. I looked in the dim light and at first saw nothing. Then a flicker of movement again caught my eye. There glaring at me was a cockroach the size of a dachshund. Right about at the same moment I was freezing I realized the lights would be going out and I would loose sight of the varmint. Then I would be sitting in the dark alone with that thing crawling where it willed. I glanced at the still embarrassed teenage boys to my left and realized no help would come from that corner. No man was sitting in the three seats in front of me. While these observations are playing out in my head I reach under my seat grab my shoe and without pausing to take aim but understanding the ability to visualize something and the chances that if you can see it and think it you can do it and with a “Jesus guide my aim”, I smack the thing with the flat of my shoe. It makes a huge “whack/crunch….. I shudder. The lady in front of me looks over her shoulder in annoyance and then snuggles up closer to her man. Yeah he was a big help. I just saved your life lady!!!! I glance back at the now still roach. It is NOT smashed. Bloody hell!!! Now I am “pissed off!” I lift my arm up a little higher and smwhackquish!!!!!. There is splattered roach. But did he die quietly? NO!!!! his legs are tweaking and moving. The lights go down. The floor spotlight is aimed right it. Every time it wiggles I can see a flicker of light reflect off it armor- plated self. Die already!!! As I am sending a plea to heaven for intervention a couple wants to slide past me and sit down. As I am moving my stuff, and opening my mouth to alert them to the dying monster he steps on it. Then she steps on it. It is pulverized and missing parts of its self. I am very disgusted but relieved. I now that the immediate threat is over I can enjoy the movie but every time I hear a rustle or feel a tickle I am looking for its comrades who have come seeking revenge.  I wonder will I ever feel comfortable in that theatre again?

As I was exiting the motorway the other day I saw Horatio fly by headed North to Austin.  This may explain my not seeing him. He is working Austin. Maybe I shall move to Austin. It has been said by many that I will fit in better there than here. Do I want to fit in? It might be better for Samanthas career though. There are more jobs there than here….. but she does not want TV or movies….

Speaking of movies…. I saw the display for the 3 musketeers….. Eye Candy!!!!!!  Hubba Hubba!!!!

My sister friend spent several hours giving herself a pedicure and then lamented that there was no man in her life who deserved the pleasure of touching those  now soft and delicate appendages. This had me in giggles. But I think she missed the point of the pedicure. Men do not tend to our feet. Oh they may administer an occasional foot massage (the smart ones will know to do this anyway) but the whole pedicure spa treatment is for us. It is meant to be enjoyed and meant to make you feel good and special and pampered. You are supposed to leave the nest and go out and get one. It is a treat. An indulgence. A need, not a want.

I used to get one every two weeks. It is an expense I have terminated due to the job situation being slow to start and the lack of funds because the company that will now be called tgbdoesnotgiveback,  has still refused to pay me. If men were smarter they would gladly give to their (or any) woman the monies for pedicures. If they could understand the pleasure that would bring us, the knowledge that $50.00 just provided a women pleasure and she knows I provided it, I see as good for both parties. Whether it was for your woman or your sister or your gatekeeper or a friend who you know just needs a little kindness and a moment to feel good and cherished. I mean it is not an engagement ring. It is a here babe have a moment all about you. I know that you fight battles alone sometimes. Take a moment. I am going to sit back for a second and remember the last time I had a pedi…. Months ago…. I asked for the orange-mango spa…. Orange nail polish…I was the only customer that morning so I received a very long and wonderful leg and foot massage… I can remember the endorphins celebrating……

Breakfast Letters: .32

Breakfast Letters: .32: "I was either tired or depressed or GOD needed to tell me something. I slept until 8:55! I just do not do that. When I was a youngster I was ..."

.32

I was either tired or depressed or GOD needed to tell me something. I slept until 8:55! I just do not do that. When I was a youngster I was up at 5 to spend breakfast with my dad and a wee bit of that was motivated by upsetting my mother who would daily get angry because we (dad and I) would allegedly get honey or sugar everywhere. Maybe she was just trying to upset me so I would quit getting up and having tea with my dad. Maybe he was too polite to tell me he wanted his breakfast moments to be alone time. No matter!!! I have very fond memories of breakfast tea with my dad. He recalled them with humor and a slight melancholy. So ….. I was dreaming. One of those vividly colorful action packed dreams. With a wide range of emotion. I can still feel the stiff yet soft, texture of the raw silk my gown was made of on my fingertips.

Mother had eye surgery so I went over around noon to check on her and help her with her eye drops and get her some lunch, a chocolate milkshake. I said
hey mom, is there some CSI on during the day?” She had no idea so I popped it on and House was just going off. We waited and NCIS came on. “Hey mom! It’s your boyfriend Jethro!! NCIS is on.” She practically leaped out of bed and over to her TV turned it on, found the channel, stood there and watched the opening mystery part and upon commercial charged into the kitchen grabbed her previously unwanted milk shake out of the fridge, got a spoon and made a beeline to her chair in her room sat down pulled her chair throw around her and was mesmerized. I just got off the phone with her and she said NCIS came on at 4 yesterday and ran for 4 hours and they were all episodes she had never seen. Horatio…. I am afraid she filed for divorce. Not to worry I am still stalking you around town….. or maybe it tis the other way around.

I am letting the dark and Vampire gothic side of me a little wiggle room lately and I have added purple and black sugar to my normally white bowl of sugar. It is pretty. I put a spoonful in my cup and pour the tea, which becomes a poisonous looking shade of dark brown. I then add the cream and it looks fine. I wonder if it turns my tongue black.

I was leaving mother’s building when right outside the front door I found a folded up dollar bill. I snatched it up, turned around and went back inside to hand it over to the reception desk. They looked at me like I was nuts. I looked back at them like they were odd. Security was like…” yeah I imagine whoever lost this will be down here shortly to get it!!” I looked at him. I looked at his partner, I looked at the receptionist. I collected myself, up to my full height, nodded, turned and walked out. I wanted to smash his cocky disrespectful pudgy face. It was not about the dollar. This little drama was about each person’s reaction to my bringing it to the desk. I did my part in the little drama, how it unfolded after that is a mystery to me. But my world took a deep breath and expanded, like a sigh, you know women….that sigh that expresses what no words ever could.

 To all of you people who drive like car # 54 1 lap out. It is a red light. It is not going to change because you zoom up on it!! Really it won’t. So if you are going to insist upon doing that I would like (need) the fuel you are wasting. I figure it is about .32 cents. So if 100 of you do that, I am sure my estimation is low, I could fill up my car once a week on the fine I shall impose for this behavior. Thank you for your co-operation. Please drive through.

Breakfast Letters: Automated System

Breakfast Letters: Automated System: "I write every morning in a Gratitude Journal. When I first started this practice years ago it was 5 things I would write down and thank GOD ..."

Automated System

I write every morning in a Gratitude Journal. When I first started this practice years ago it was 5 things I would write down and thank GOD for. Not that I did not thank and send him a woohoo all the time for things such as a front row parking spot after a long tiring day, or not being on the road 5 minutes earlier and thus avoiding the accident that is now slowing traffic, which by the way is better than being the car in the accident.  But this is taking the time to write it down. After getting in the habit of 5 and realizing that I could on some days jot down 7 or 8 I decided to write 10. I have noticed that on some days 10 is easy. They just flow from my head and heart to paper. On other days I struggle to even get to 5. When things are easy in my life and I have no cares, Orcs are not making camp in my front yard I can whip out 10 in moments. These past few months it has been hard. I have to, like Frodo, get over sharp jagged rocks and smelly bogs to pause a moment to ponder my own “Elven bread”.  I have been writing the same things down for weeks. But these are things I am truly grateful for. Believe it or not each of you have had your name written down because of some response you have sent me back in reply to one of these, my Breakfast letters. You send me smiles. I know we all get those forwarded around the world 1.7 million times, smile at someone  and make their day, with the cute fat cherubs holding lambs emails. They tell us that one smile can change a moment, a day, a life. Your responses to my letters bring to me a smile. Even (Jim) when they are critical. So Thank you. I am grateful for each of you.

However, I am NOT grateful for automated answering systems. If I wanted to not deal with a human I would pay the bloody bill online freaks!!!!! I am calling because I have an issue and a bloody machine can NOT help me!!! I was attempting to pay my electric bill. They were trying to not want my payment. Odd? But true. They could not take my payment without my account number which I do not have because I pay online but due to the bank putting a hold on two checks the funds were unavailable for me to do that. So I call and after 5 transfers I have a human who will give me my account number and the process starts again. Then in the middle of being able to make the payment the bloody automated system asks me if it is ok to add $2.50 to the bill for a convenience fee! For those of you who know me well, are going to know this went over with a big bang. No I say No it is not convenient for me to pay you to take my bloody payment. I am already paying you. It may be convenient for you but that is not so with me! I have now gotten louder and very aggressive with the machine (it humors me to do so). (oh yeah and ickie…..I do not care if this bugs you or not…,really……maybe I do it to bug you…..LOL…..)There listening in was the motherly woman who was helping me get through this. She jumps back on line and asks me if I wish to continue to make the payment. “Yes I wish to continue but not pay you people to pay you”. She jumps on script…..this really gets me fired up!  “Continue with the payment process because you people will just turn off my electricity and blame me for my refusal to accept your fee. But know this….. if I had the ability, like with a phone to choose my provider it would be GVEC! And another thing…. Do you remember the Terminator movie? This world is coming to that! You will be ruled by machines and you will not function without them and they will destroy you! 80% of adults poled like automated systems…. Were the adults of a biological or mechanical life form? Just wondering….

I may be offline for a few days I am packing up some things and gathering weapons and heading for Mexico or maybe western Canada to await the arrival the “Rage of the Machines”.

Immigration

Apparently the program I have installed to guard my system is causing my system to run like it is also controlling the entire country of China'security. I can ask her to open my browser go downstairs vacuum the entire family room and dining room and clean the glass tables get back up here sit down and she will open the browser. This did not happen before the security program. Before that, I had security and then I had malware whatever that is and since this download my Butterfly is getting slower and slower . I am about 2 minutes from removing the anti-malware program. I would have my computer guru guy handle this but then spending that money is now a luxury thank you jack and jarvis and emelia and the investors of a scam company. How do you boys sleep at night? Especially the one of you that is wanted in Cali and Arizona for the exact same thing you have done to me and your investors and this company?You can say you told me there was no money but then you told me there were two investors coming on board and that you would pay me in two weeks…. boys…..it has been 12 weeks.....I apparently am still angry…..LOL I had been wondering……...... ..Yes my prettys, if you see Horatio please let me know where you spotted him. I am no longer driving all over town and he is not always on this side. He is a slippery guy. If this all becomes a book it is going to be dedicated to Horatio or those who helped me track him or to my mom who had the biggest crush on Horatio. However now she is crushing on Jethro. But somehow a Jethro sighting is not as mysterious.....YO!!!! CSI Las Vegas….. please….please….please get rid of Grissoms wife girlfriend whatever!!!! I do not not not like her… she is vapid and a bit unemotional and very detached. The best season was the oe she was gone. You have other better stronger characters let them loose!!!!!....I left the windows down on my car last night. It probably rained. Any number of creepy bugs have probably now made their homes in my car and called in their families from whatever foreign country they are in. I am all for legal immigration just not bugs! Maybe a stray cat too.....To my neighbors (is there a different word I can use for them because they spend their time getting into my business) NO I am not feeding cats I am putting water out for the raccoons!!!!! Let it go!!!!!!....A foundation frame is being built behind me…. More people to get in my affairs….. yes I know my back yard looks like a science project. It is!! No that was not a lion cub or three gazelle. LET IT GO!!!!!!!....Uhm……. Anyone want to mow my lawn for $30?

Breakfast Letters: Immigration by Tamara on Myspace

Breakfast Letters: Immigration by Tamara on Myspace: "Immigration by Tamara on Myspace"

Immigration by Tamara on Myspace

Immigration by Tamara on Myspace

Breakfast Letters: Breakfast Letters

Breakfast Letters: Breakfast Letters: "Good morning, It has been five days since my last breakfast letter. My world had become blue and I had retreated into calm. My daughter had ..."

Breakfast Letters

Good morning,

It has been five days since my last breakfast letter. My world had become blue and I had retreated into calm.

My daughter had spent the weekend with some ?friends? in Kerrville. The male creature came to get her on Saturday and she was excited

about a day on the river and cooking burgers and spending time with friends. Then It got stupid. Jealous and vindictive and

stupid. They always do this. Why? do they always do this? Were their daddy's stupid too? did their Mommy's cook them up stupid for

breakfast every morning? Last night at about 9:30 she calls me. " Mommy I need to come home". She explains a little about stupid

I am thinking air strike on the whole village of Kerrville. I love being the Mom-Boss!!!! Hoist the Red flag and make for Kerrville!!!!!

Bring her about James!!! We sail west!!!!! I grab a sweater, my purse and off I go!! I have an hour and a half drive ahead of me there and

back....3 hours!..Then it hits me....Road trip!!!! woohoooo.... I have $20 I was saving for a movie but here it was...I was in the movie

tonight!!!! A little bit of drama, some danger, suspense, adventure, damsel in distress, Woman saving the day!! WOW!!! Steven, Martin,

M. Knight,....move over!! I am coming to Hollywood!!!!! I thought about preparing a scathing demoralizing speech for the stupid but,

decided my speech although brilliant would be wasted on his lack of skills to comprehend what was being said. I was going to "play it by ear"

when I got there. If he was brave enough to come out and apologize for his deficiencies. I should have known this weekend was going

to go badly when he asked my little princess for $20 gas money to come get her. !!!....uh then do not come we both said when she told me

He works in construction he makes about $23.00 an hour. She makes $8 and works part time!!!! He has a big case of stupid!!!! After he finally

shows back up at his house after 10 (before I got there) he wants to talk with Shaggs and "explain" the rules of a relationship with him.

LOL.....LOL......LOL...... yeah OK!!! This went very well....LOL...... She listened; he laid down the "if you are going to talk with another guy

you have an hour to do so then get back over here to my side"......Stop the bus!!! what? "I am not Your dog!!! You do not have me on a leash!!"

She said he looked at her in shock...LOL... "If you are going to talk to guys then I will go sit around a bunch of girls and talk to them"

"OK" she said with a smile on her face. "I expect you to stay by my side all the time!" ...."NOT your pet!" "If you are not happy now you

are going to be really unhappy in a few minutes"...."why" ....."because my mom is on her way here."...."NOW?"......"yep" She said he looked at her

said we are done and got in his truck and took off. He was not there when I got there. uhm..... coward comes to mind.... are his *****

on his truck and no longer on him? I was now wishing I had called Kevin and Samuel. They would have sent an advance strike team and

held him for me. This drunk stupid got a gun out put it in his waistband like he thought he was a thug with a glock and asked her if she wanted

to touch his pistol. Really??? you are sliding past stupid to meat!!! He then asked her if she was scared? what? How about I throw you

down and step on your neck? Are you scared? Blink meat just even blink!!!!

We made it home and as a reward for my calm I slept in for an hour....LOL......

Breakfast Letters: Pearl City

Breakfast Letters: Pearl City: "Yo, little male creature....LOL..... in the big black truck.... just because I am splashing through the parking lot in the rain to get into ..."

Pearl City

Yo, little male creature....LOL..... in the big black truck.... just because I am splashing through the parking lot in the rain to get into the store 

does NOT mean I want to stand and wait for you to pass. I saw you laugh. My daughter saw you laugh. All 9 people standing under the overhang 

of the store witnessed your rude behavior. Do you think any of them were impressed or awed by your cruel prowess? uh.... NO.... we all also 

do NOT need to wonder about any of your other prowess's either.....LOL...... You see some of us know that behavior like yours indicates 

fear. You reek of it! Your need to overcompensate with a big truck speaks volumes. what are you 5'4"......LOL....... wear a size 7 shoe? 

Would you do that to your daughter? Would you do that to your Mother? Your silly girlfriend, who was also laughing? Would you 

treat her like that? Her sister? Her daughter? Her mother? She is the same as you. Witless! But then I suppose that is what you need 

in order to feel greater than you are. A witless blond headed walking V-jj.  oooo I said it! You believe you have a prize. What you 

have is a money pit..... LOL....... Please take your things and relocate to the Stone Oak area!!!! They like your kind over there. Oh yeah 

one more thing you wanna-be cowboy....have ever even been near a real cow?

As we turned from the little farm to market road yesterday and launched ourselves full throttle down the highway a drum solo rolled 

at us from the speakers and we air drummed right through it. The timing was perfect! Da-da-dum-da-dum..... Like a movie 

soundtrack. 

We had stopped at the bank earlier. We were singing and chatting about our multi destinations when I turned off Charles and Shaggy

 opened her door. There right beside us in all his shiny black glossy glory was Horatio's vehicle. At the Bank!! We looked a teach other. 

Should we proceed on into the bank? I asked her if she had told anyone that the bank was to be our first stop? We decided to go on in 

and like a scene from a movie ..... she opened the first door.... I opened the second door. We get inside take four steps, stop and look around 

us. No Horatio, we march on up to the counter and to her question we reply I need money!. She looks startled and I whip out a check. 

Then she calls me by name. She had not seen my name yet. Shaggy and I turn looking for Horatio. He is not there. We engage in a conversation 

with our teller, our personal banker, and the customer in line to our right. We grab out money and run. Into the car glad to make our 

escape. There must have been mayhem in the vault. Our personal banker was dressed like he had a date for a Broadway play, there 

was another serious faced man standing around looking like an FBI agent we had never seen before. Even the tellers seemed a bit 

tense at first. At least until we got to chattering....LOL..... Since there was no crime scene in the lobby it must have been in the vault. 

OK .... time for a lesson in road etiquette. When someone pulls to the lane sized shoulder of the road to let you pass. Unless your arm is 

broken how about just a quick wave or flash of the lights to say thank you. How about treating others with the same respect you 

demand? Just a thought. Before this was all the sprawling tentacles of the city this was the country. We were neighborly and friendly.

I saw a sign yesterday that said...Men at Work.... there was not a single human around anywhere! This had me laughing for miles. My 

daughter did not see the humor. I found it wonderfully amusing.

We were on some prehistoric back road when we came upon a village named Pearl City and as we hit the city limit sign it was raining. 

As soon as we had driven the 1/4 of a mile to the other end of Pearl City it stopped raining. I was only raining with in the city limits. 

It was very strange and I would say about 13 seconds into surreal. 

My daughter now knows what ghost signs are and I am off to look up the history of the St. Regis Hotel..... Maybe it is haunted..... Sadly 

it is no longer a hotel........

Breakfast Letters: Lumber

Breakfast Letters: Lumber: "Can anyone help me figure out stamps? Is there a generic stamp that I may have bought 2 years ago for one value that carries over to today'..."

Lumber

Can anyone help me figure out stamps? Is there a generic stamp that I may have bought 2 years ago for one value that carries 

over to today's value do I need to paste on 3 stamps from 2 years ago instead of one? How much is postage anyway. I would go ogle 

this up but I have become dismayed and discouraged by what you can actually find on the Internet. I was under the illusion as are 

most of us that you could find the answer to anything. This is NOT true. For example. I had read on a university web site that the 

giant, I mean redwood sized, huge, there were two men standing in front of this tree and they covered only 1/4 of its width, tree 

was used on the Titanic. WHAT? They had no trees in Ireland? This little fact, as all little facts intrigued me. I had to find this out. 

What a great question for End of The Day Trivia. So I google up lumber on the Titanic....LOL.... lots of "stuff" about the model of the 

Titanic. I keep digging, I will go through at least 10 pages of "hits" before I give up. I found that they used 2 different types of pine 

for the decking. Yellow Pine and Pitch Pine. Teak was also used in more "strategic" places. OK lumber I found. So I tried 6 different 

ways to find out where the lumber came from. I still do not know this answer. I struggled and read for over an hour. I know more 

about the Titanic than I wanted to. The lumber tag I read on the photograph sited its reference came from a book. I could find no book 

or even a reference any where else to the book. To me it is like the dinosaurs. 

I received my first check for my freelance work for the paper. I feel like I have crossed over into some other realm and am now a member 

of some underground league. It is odd. I am waiting for my secret decoder ring or for men in khaki to show up, put me in a jeep and 

drop me off somewhere and say see you in a week, now start shooting!! Yes, while leaving in my possession a passport and $6000 dollars.

LOL.....

I am having gypsy feet.... I rearranged my bedroom and mine and Shaggys bathrooms and am working on my closet. We shall see if this 

helps take the edge off the wanderlust. I loves this house but I am wanting an apartment or loft or cabin or cabana or ..... I can find 

nothing cozier cheaper. Smaller apartments are all much more per month. It is too hot here. I am a Viking and this oppressive heat 

does not suit me. I want to be outside but.... 

I was scheduled for an adventure today but I have been out of contact with the financier. I suppose we will find out tomorrow.....

James

Dear insurance company, Thank you for your very curt letter in my in-box this morning telling me you are going to cancel my car 

insurance. I will pass this note along to T---- G---- B--- and see if they could possibly pay me what they owe me so I can pay you what  

I owe you. Because I am very sure their car insurance is not in jeopardy of being terminated and since they have been so thoughtful 

of the trauma they have thus far created in  my life I am sure they will pay me straight way. In the meantime while we all await 

"that" happening I would love it if your emails allowed responses. IS the reason they do not, because no one wants the job of reading what 

I am sure are very amusing responses. Mine would have been. I am sure everyone out here would love to read what mine would have 

said....LOL..... PS... I payed you people yesterday!!! Oh and if you are seriously considering giving the above (not) mentioned thieves 

money for sponsorship please call me we need to talk. 

I have noticed that lately I have been put into the orbits of people who are vital and glowing and full of grand ideas. Each one of them has 

asked me for a specific thing. Not a come work for me on this idea and make it whole. Just one specific task that is easily with in my realm 

of accomplishment and at the same time offers me adventure and challenges. It is giving me that "Mikey will eat anything" commercial feeling. 

Ask Tamara to do it. She will do any weird assignment for $100. Really?.... Well citizens my rate has just increased to $300 for basic 

assistance that can be accomplished in less than a day. After that you will draw up a contract with my attorney. Boy is he going to 

love me....LOL......

My mom went to her doctors yesterday after she called in the day before with some "could be serious" symptoms. Just be here by 8:30 and 

we will squeeze you in. OK she is 78. She has been nauseous and unable to eat or drink much of anything without yakking it back up. So 

she arrives at 8:30 and by 11:30 had still not been seen nor, eaten, nor had anything to drink. Can we say dehydration? MOM!!!! go 

get some water! There is no fountain. Ask the bloody nurses or aid or princess in scrubs  behind the desk for a cup of water!!! She is 

shrugging me off.....and what do you mean you are still sitting there? 3 hours no food no water and you are 78. I do not even want to 

describe to you the scenario of  vengeance at this rude and disrespectful treatment I imagined. Would they do this to their 

own mothers? Hey here is an idea... quit over scheduling patients!!!! I am sure that anorexic soccer mom whose child sneezed three times 

last night can wait!!!!!!!!! Really? Your over stressed ball kicking, gymnastic flipping, french horn tooting child sneezed three times?

WOW.... must be some horrible ailment? Give her a cheeseburger and take her home!!! Mother is calmly sitting there allowing this. No 

surprise to me. It is the way it is with Dr offices she says. WHAT????? Are there waiting rooms full of complacent people like this? She 

is old!!! She has been the wife of a warrior of this country. If you have never done that then you have NO idea of what I am talking about.

Now get her in a room with a Dr. Bloody Hell!!!! I tell her that if I find her passed out on the floor from dehydration I will be up there in

moments "dealing" with the situation and I will be bringing my brother. That motivated her. She called me back after 1 and said she was seen and 

had asked for water. I do not even want to get into what the Dr. said was the problem. 

I have this ancient photo of an ancient relative in a store. I do not know which relative because I had two that owned stores. One was 

millinery store the other a grocery- butcher market. The photo has both food and milliner stuff in it. I can not get it to enlarge 

and stay in focus. This little mystery is bugging me. I have photos of both  of the men but in comparing the three of them together I still can not 

figure it out. I also have a photo that is very Bonnie and Clyde looking of I do not know who. 

Here is a little morsel of info. In a small town in West Virginia is a bank. This bank kept its money in a locked box inside a locked room. One 

of the Younger Gang, when asked about robbing that bank said "No it was too small and would not be a credit to his reputation." OK 

James. Word of advice to all of you banks that were robbed. Perhaps having a vault was NOT a good idea. Just saying......

Back to my photos......

Breakfast Letters: Battery

Breakfast Letters: Battery: "I have created orange cranberry scones for breakfast. And, although they are delicious with creamy butter slathered all over them they woul..."

Battery

I have created orange cranberry scones for breakfast. And, although they are delicious with creamy butter slathered all over them they 

would have been ooohhhhh so much better with clotted cream a' la' Val. I miss scones and clotted cream. Or in my case I miss having a 

scone with my clotted cream. I was skinnier when I worked at tea shop.

Dear business owner, yes I realize I am grossly overqualified for this job. That is my choice. I am applying here because this is what I want 

to do. Hello?.....D&G Hello?....

OK, A truck, towing a trailer, just pulled up  at the housing being constructed behind me. A pack of men jumped out ran over to the fence 

picked up stuff carried it back to the trailer each pair making two trips, loaded it, jumped back in the truck and are off again. Like a 

well oiled machine. Wonder what that was about? Secret stuff? Centex pirating from Pulte? Scavenger hunt?

Bank just sent me a text message as they do every day and have since March. They are asking me exactly what I am asking you...

"where's my money?"......dubstep.....I must go post it to my facebook.....hold on! Love that piece of music.....LOL

WOW that tea cozy keeps that pot of tea so nice and very hot! I think I burned my hand.

Dear neighborhood, watching me go out to my car and attempt to start it and you, as well as I, hear the car go tictictictic....... and it 

not start. Seeing me go back into my house and go no-where. Does that mean anything to you? Because I do not want to misinterpret 

your behavior. I saw the three of you, male creatures, watch the entire thing. I even saw the female creature across the street sit on her 

porch and watch as though my life is a reality show for her viewing enjoyment. Oh!! Wait!!! Maybe it is.....LOL In Cali I expect this 

sort of disregard for being neighborly but you.... you people!!! This is Texas we are part of the south.... there is a code here you people 

have somehow over-looked. Just because you shop at Walmart does not make you Southern! Just because you drive a truck does not 

make you a good ol boy Texan....Really??.... You want good ol boy Texas example??.... Drive to Junction!! Better yet, be a woman with a 

child and a dead car on I-10 just outside Junction and watch how real men respond. I even had Cali plates. They were still heroic and 

honorable. When they realized I was from Texas I became family. They did not know me. I did not live there. Which reminds me, Dan 

thank you for everything you must deep down inside be a Southerner. Much loves!!! Now, what the bloody hell is wrong with my

 car battery!!! 

There goes a bird walking down the street....LOL.....Still walking..... where do you suppose he is going?  It is 17 miles to Marion and I am 

not walking. Anyone going my way?.......

Jonathon

I am looking for ghosts again this weekend. Can we say obsessed? A little. If you understood my financial situation you would understand why I am digging in. Other than that I will give you several reasons. I can be Indiana Jones or any other number of adventuring archaeologist type. I am setting out on a project believing it will go one way and it always, always goes in a different direction. LOL.... what in my life does not...LOL Like a moment ago. I went downstairs to make a cocoa and ended up trying to rearrange my dining room. I had been putting birth certificate copies and death certificate copies and copies of this and that in files and I decided toorganize the files and post them on line to my tree to share with others. Which brings me to wondering why some people go to all the trouble of research and then do not wish to share with others what they have found. Is it a top government secret? Is it a threat to National security? Have they found the Area 51 papers? Like something their Great Grand Uncle 7x removed did will jeopardize them? People!! It is myth and legend and stories and tales. None of us were there so we can not say what is truth and what is not. One tale completely leaves out a side of the family that went in their minds "rogue". So to you "experts" you claim the writer is wrong. No, it is his story and he was incredibly patriotic and left out those people. He was ashamed of them and maybe just maybe, his wife who was related to the "rogues" by the way, maybe her family agreed to it. Maybe even asked that he do it. Get out of the so called facts of a paper trail and use a little common sense. Put yourself in their shoes. How would they feel? OK, ....LOL.... I am discovering a rich tradition of military service of my family. We were senators and congressional representatives and we stood (like in private conversation) with George Washington at Valley Forge and nursed the injured and wounded on the battlefield, on and on the history, legends, tales and myths go. Maybe I will discover that little gem of a tale that leads to another tale that leads to a clue to an obscure book in my book case that tells and points to something of great value. Like in the movie Fools Gold. Treasure is not always tangible. I reading about our, Americas, history from the people who were there. Not the people who wrote books for high school. Tales and letters and stories about relatives told at Thanksgiving dinners. I get to take day long vacations to places I have been to and to places I have not. I am searching through pages and pages of fashion from eras gone by trying to date the clothing in photos. Learning about whale bone corsets and how it was imperative as a man to be able to tie the correct knot in your tie depending on the time of day or where you were going. I am getting to know these people. Who they may have been. What they did. I discovered that the reason I can not find members of my immediate family is because they all up and went to California and were there in Sacramento helping to build the new state. They were there when the shooting incident occur ed in the court. They were friends of one of the men. I know this does not interest every one. That is a good thing. My children may not care. Or they may in another 40 years want to know. But right now I can look at a 120 year old book on my book shelf and I know the girl to whom it belonged 120 years ago.These ghosts I play with take on their own little personalities. Some tell me everything. Some tell me nothing. Some have nice stories and some have tragedy. Some were nefarious and some heroic. I do not like the ones that tell me nothing. No hint, no clue. Others have left behind lots of clues. Others leave clues, just not easy clues. Take for instance Johnathon. Legend says he was real but fact says prove it. since legend and myth are born of fact I must dig deeper. To really solve this to my satisfaction I must move. There is only so much information available on the web. Surprise! Now which ghost should I track down today?