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Rock of Ages Mom?

I had been actively using pinteret for business and personal joy. Pinning things that visually gave me pleasure; photos and images, quotes and decorating ideas, constantly checking to be sure I did not pin the same thing twice and always watching for those photos that sparked an emotion of pleasure. Well for the past three weeks the site has not been loading, feeding me errors, loading out of html, or refusing to load 85% of the images. It has become very frustrating and I actually boycotted the site for 6 days. I can find no help and all known normal solutions fail me. I have felt a loss and have just realized it stems from pinterest failing to load. I had formed relationships with other pinners with the same interests. Now they probably do not miss me, I am just one person among many but I am missing all of them.  Thus creating the sense of loss I could not understand.

So….. dragon 1… pinterest fail

Dragon 2….. bring Andrew De Leon back he is the best talent you have this year.

Shooting a human from a rocket…NOT talent….. chaining yourself in a box full of  water…NOT talent…. Singing with your dad who lies on TV NOT talent.

Mother and I had a lunch date this week. We went out to lunch and then to a movie. She had been hearing people at the ARC chatter about The Most Exotic Hotel Marigold and she wanted to see it. We met up for lunch and away we went.  This was a fun, emotional, joy filled, movie. I laughed and laughed and felt angst and sorrow and relief. It was wonderful. Dame Judi Dench is always lovely. It is hard to see her though as anyone else but M from James Bond. She is tough and precise and professional. This is a different Judi. But then not she actually gets to the same place in the end.

Now Mother wants to see Rock of Ages because of Julianne Hough.

 I have not seen this yet but I am afraid I should before she goes. She may not approve, be highly offended, any number of things. It is the 80s.  Just because a girl puts on a ball gown and dances does not mean she will portray a wholesome character in a movie.

 Just because she is dating your favorite TV host does not either Mother.  I know she finds Tom to be a fascinating individual and she would love to have him over for coffee and chat. She would not see Burlesque because of a song in the movie she thought was offensive when she saw it performed on dancing with the stars. There was nothing offensive in the movie to my eye. Nothing implied that was not implied in GiGI or Chicago. 

She has been to the Moulin Rouge in the early 60s in Paris and allowed my father to buy me a doll from there. She is beautiful and wears purple satin and has fishnets and lacey garters, lacey panties and her leg moves so she can dance.

I have found a friend who will go with me to see Tom rock the ages.

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com may go today!

Bring Andrew back

I had one of those nights where you fall asleep and then wake feeling like you have slept for hours only to fall asleep again and yet wake again and not be able to fall back asleep and just about the time you are deep into sleep again the alarm goes off and you feel like you have not slept all night. SO I shut off the alarm and I was trying to figure out what has me so prickly and I fell asleep again.

 The cats woke me 20 minutes later and now I feel disoriented, unfocused, panicky and restless. Sort of like caffeine is in the very I am breathing.  There was a veiled moon last night and thunderstorm warnings for every county around me to the south and east. 

I could see lightening illuminating the clouds all around but still there sat the moon. Perhaps all that pent up electrical energy is still up there in the firmament unable to find release and I can feel it. Prowling around like a hungry lion in a cage with thick, solid bars.  

Had the photo shoot for my interview yesterday afternoon and even if my story does not go to print it was fun and exciting and now that I have experienced this other side of it I have more depth to what I so enjoy doing. I am anxious to see the photos. I had too much fun.

While at Mother’s house last night we watched Americas Got Talent. They had this amazingly beautiful young man who looked the spawn of Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson and Lestat the Vampire. He had black hair and white skin and glow in the dark eyes. To my eyes he is remarkable. He sang an operatic aria and did it beautifully for his audition. Mother said he made a mistake the night before. They sent him home. Andrew De Leon is his name and they need to bring him back!!! I am so done watching that show. I will be grumbling about this all day. http://www.godvine.com/Unlikely-Boy-Shocks-an-Audience-with-a-Voice-You-ll-Never-Believe-1607.html You loved him and praised him and then you deleted him. Bring him back!!!! You kept that father daughter team where the father messed up and then lied about it on TV to you judges and us and you kept them??? Bring Andrew back!!!! Send the lying rat bastard dad and his daughter home!!!!  Bring Andrew back!!!!!  Yes because I love opera!!!!

Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com is now off to start the Andrew De Leon fan club.

What will you start?

Which School?

I had been trying to get my voice mail straightened out for months. I again decided to call sprint. The phone is in my daughter’s name I do not know her passcode or any of the answers she has used for security. I explain the situation to rep and she of course asks for the code. Again I explain. She asks me to answer the security question. What was the name of your daughter’s elementary school? HUH???

 I have 4 daughters and have moved 8 times. How should I know which school which child attended at any given moment?  School is child’s work I had my work, feeding of children, keeping of house and providing for every unwanted pet people from the city would dump in our woods. So I start in the district where she was in kindergarten and progress until I find the right one.  Then she tells me she is not authorized to make changes. I do not want to change anything but the message on my voice mail. That she tells me is a technical problem. (Technical as in above your pay grade or technical as in you do not know how to help me because what you tried does not work?)  She first makes contact with me on another phone while keeping me on the other line and transfers me. I get Carla. Carla is actually a native speaker of the English language. A sliver of hope begins to grow. I explain the situation. She asks for the security code, (my sliver vanishes, I had just covered this) How about her security question? The unending black hole that I know is sprint begins to yawn. It wants to suck me in.

  I again explain about the 9 children and 12 different moves in 16 different schools based on the 11 children’s assorted ages, some of whom lived with me and others who were banished to their sperm donor for periods of time.  I start at kindergarten and move forward from location to location until I again stumble onto the school. Carla is patient and amused. She asks me what I need. I explain again. She walks me through the entire process and stays on the line until I have actually recorded my message which she then class my phone to verify the message is there and then asks if will speak to her supervisor.  I am so pleased and feel like Lady Tamara that I agree to. After some silence and a beep the supervisor gets on and asks if I am happy with my service so far. Was my issue resolved? Did Carla do everything possible to resolve my issue? Yes I say; Carla did so well that I feel she deserves to leave work 30 minutes early today.  The supervisor laughs and tells me she will think about it. Yes you really should. If I had a Carla every time I called Sprint in the past maybe I would have stayed with Sprint.  She thanks me and assumes I have rung off. However my thumb slipped off the end call light and I am still on. I can hear the supervisor yelling across the call center “Hey!! Everyone!!! Carla got some wonderful Kudos!!!” I can hear cheering.  Best phone call of the day!!!!

Thank you Zen Master Steve for the lovely photo that kept me believing I was on the beach throughout the call.

I have put a deposit on an apartment. I have filled my application with them.  I was surprised when I got there they actually had my name on it without my deposit.  Like they knew after a brief conversation on Saturday that I would be back, like the apartment had said I belong to Tamara. This all seems right but in a few months I may be asking “why did I move here?” GOD I have discovered has a sense of humor far stranger than mine.  I have informed Tony of my situation and I can tell you he is not thrilled. He was really expecting me to move to Cali with him. I could not find anything close to where he wanted to live in his price range. He has informed me that he will search. (well yeah!!! Show me you want me there!!! Find me, us, a home!!! )  He has also told me to look closer to Sacramento. Really??? Like Napa? I will do that during my breaks today. Kind of exciting!!! He says $1100 but then tells me of a castle on the water with a pool for $2700 so what is the problem? He laughs. That spoke volumes…. He cannot believe there is nothing to rent for under $1500. He will see.

Off to pack more boxes!!!

My little Precious

Frodo is finally on the edge. The ring is in his hand and all he has to do is drop it.  The adventure will end, the next begin; an adventure that will start with less hope.  They have no food, no water and no strength. He admits he cannot remember any part of his former life, what brought him joy, what little things gave him pleasure, like the taste of a strawberry.  The purpose for his very existence is tied to the little golden circle. What will happen? What will become of him? Who will he be? He is on the edge in an extremely harsh environment and yet he cannot let go.

I am packed; I have found a place to live. I have a date to do this. I have filled out and signed the application. I have the deposits. The adventure of leaving is about to end. I have no hope, no income, no idea what I am doing or what will happen. Staying here is wearing on me. Making me impatient and moody and I am plagued by memories that at one time were pleasant but now are just evil disparaging curtains of sadness.  The heat outside, the heat inside is suffocating and yet I too hesitate. I see no improvement in my next adventure so why let go of this one? This one is still mine. Mine, my precious.

Lord of the Rings movie marathon! This time it was personal.

Apparently my bank has decided that since I no longer maintain a business account the $25 fee for the privilege of banking there that had been waved will no longer be waved. I had no idea this had happened. I had received a phone call last week to come into the bank to discuss the fee I was being charged. Since I was NOT aware I was being charged a fee I believed they had made a mistake in calling me. NO I am being charged a fee. 

I feel had little “Mandy” explained it a wee bit more thoroughly this could be cleared up then and there but she did not. The bank has waived the fees but I must go in today and rearrange my account types. Since I am already there at the bank I should go ahead and get the money orders for the deposits and be done with it. Should I name the bank Gollum? The protagonist that will cause the turn in my events?

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com started a novel last night that has a young woman  whisked back in time to a 150 year old Scottish castle she is a tourist at, where she is the wife of Laird MacClean.

 Sounds better than dealing with my real world! Scotland 1860, a castle, a sister, she is a duchess, her man wears a kilt most of the time.  There is a beach she can walk to and horses to ride.

Well I must call Misstress Beth and pick up some boxes. My adventure calls

Bad Boy!!

I was looking at a job posting on a job site. They wanted more information so I proceed because the job is in Kentucky!!! Bourbon!!! As I get further along I realize it is a trap for some company to harass me about furthering my education. I uncheck that box and proceed. The next page is all about what type of education. I back out and close the page.  15 minutes later, about 39 seconds ago, my phone rings; it is Mr. Cocky, male creature and you want to further your education? Whoa big boy I did not request this. He talks over me (rude rude rude!!! On any planet) No I did not I stress politely. He toughens up his voice and gets louder (I have not provoked him so there is no need for him to be rude…. Yet) No I insist. He is still talking over me. On a job site you asked for more information. No, I did not, I was on a job site but backed out….he is now yelling I thought you said you were not on the site. What??? I am thinking is this freaks issue? He is now talking even louder (was that possible) over me and mocking me and ridiculing me. I cannot even begin to explain I had unchecked that box and had backed out without completing the process so NO I was not interested. He becomes very aggressive. I am a bit dazed by this hostility so I do something I seldom (honest very seldom) do I called him an arse and hung up.  That was somewhat liberating and feels good but it also feels like not quite enough. I will not go into detail about what my beautiful mind is conjuring up…. I will just say …bwwwaaaahhhhahhahahahah.

My AC has now been repaired or actually recharged. Yeah! However the electric bill will now be more than usual due to the having to run at Mach speed for hours to cool the house back down to 80. NOT happy!!

Yesterday the word of the day was Sisyphean. Before I read about it I thought it sounded like it should be the name of someone in Greek Mythology. Not a word a person would use. It basically means an endless task. Sisyphus was a King in ancient Corinth who angered Persephone and ended up having to roll a huge stone up a mountain and place it on the top. The stone however at the end of each successful trip to the top would roll back down to the bottom and he would have to begin again. 

He seduced his niece Tyro and she bore him children which she killed when she learned that King Sisyphus was going to use them to kill her father.  At the end of his life when Hades came to get him with handcuffs to haul him to the Underworld Sisyphus asked Hades to show him they worked and thereby trapped Hades locking him in a closet. After Hades escaped Sisyphus was again ordered to the Underworld. But before leaving he asks his wife not bury him in a proper funeral. She also does not put a coin I his mouth for Charon. Sisyphus feigns insult over this to Persephone who graciously allows him to come back to his kingdom to chastise his wife for her disrespect. Once back he lived for many years.  For his crime of deceit against Persephone he was cursed to roll the huge rock up a mountain.

The moral of the story seems to be do NOT deceive us women!

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com loves this tale. I should have stuck to my guns and named my daughter Persephone –Greek – Bringer of Destruction   oh yeah that is why I did not use it. Very negative. However it makes a great Pirate name.

Lady Persephone, Captain of the Destroyer   Oh yes I like that.

Parking Island

I open my spam box every so often before deleting just to see if something may have been filtered into that box that I do want. It is usually a no. Today was a yes. My morning Zen instructor Steve had sent a shout out complimenting me (actually my writing) and as he so beautifully does every morning with just a photograph he gave me smile. Thank you Zen master Steve!

Photo by Zen Master Steve...Little Lagoon Pass in Gulf Shores

Now for the rest of the box…. Just because you send me an email with a harmless name such as Sandy Taylor in the from-box and Urgent please reply in the subject does not mean I will open it. Really?? I do not know Sandy Taylor or any of the names in the boxes, I did not win the Andorian Lottery and I do NOT need a loan or enhancement. The only positive thing about the mail in the spam box is it can be funny and always gives me a giggle like today…..”She will SURELY pounce on you”. Hahah Who my cat? Is it an ad for catnip? Do they think I am a man or perhaps a Lesbian?

This next adventure was at first funny to me but then became a bit melancholy. We had just finished lunch my daughter and I. She had called her fiancé and he had met up with us. On his way to join us Shamus made a lane change in front of a truck not far from an intersection where the light was yellow as he entered it. The pesky traffic light turned to red as he neared the middle of the intersection. A County Constable was cruising by when all of this occurred. He pulled Shamus over and wrote him two tickets, one for an unsafe lane change and one for going through the intersection on a yellow/red light. It affected the mood at lunch needless to say but we mangled our way through it. Meanwhile, out in the parking lot a TWC van was pulled up on a traffic island and had some cones and what not spread about looking busy. However the TWC employee was not be seen. We assumed he had stopped for lunch and walked over to the restaurant. As we stood by the car chatting a bit a Scion appeared on the sidewalk of the traffic island and wiggles in between two utility poles and a gas company location sign and comes to a stop by the TWC van. At first we assume it is a TWC Supervisor but there is no sign on the doors. A very ancient elderly man steps out and after checking his clothing and patting down his hair he starts walking toward the restaurant. He goes inside. We are a bit dumbfounded and thought maybe we should look for the camera. We laugh at the surreal feel of it all. Shamus asks where the bloody Constable is now. Here is a very illegal maneuver and as usual no police in sight. We laugh some more.

 Then the event becomes a little melancholy as I say and turn, “Look there is nowhere to park in the lot, he was just being a pirate and taking a space he saw a van parked in.” But he had to drive up a sidewalk to get there. He should not be driving. No maybe he should not. Then it happened…maybe he is alone, maybe he is grief stricken, maybe no family live nearby and he is just lost and does not care because he feels not a soul cares. Maybe he is a retired Army General and will do what he bloody well pleases. Where will you be when I am old and want to go to lunch? Who will drive me?

Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com called in her air conditioner issue and no it was not repaired it was 93 in my house last night. I went to buy ice and bourbon. This morning I will call again. This is NOT acceptable!

Say a prayer for me today my friends. I am going to pack up and clean up my daughter’s bathroom and bedroom. If, you do not hear from me again look for me starting in her bathroom, I am a wee bit scared.

What dangerous adventure awaits you?

Box Pirate

I was out for my morning stroll when I came across an island of bounty in the vast expanse of pavement. Boxes! Neatly folded and awaiting the trash collectors.  I picked up the pace and hurried back home, where I boarded the good ship Charles and made for the spot. Pulled alongside and made like a pirate as I took three huge stacks of boxes.  As I was pulling away from the curb a man four houses down and across the street stopped upon his porch to stare at me as though I was up to some nefarious deeds and was going to pillage his trash next. Here is what he saw; a beautiful jaguar of a woman in grey sweat pants that accentuate her arse, creamy white baby doll t-shirt load some folded boxes into the trunk of a sleek charcoal grey Lincoln Towncar and drive away. This is what I felt like; Café a lait brown, sun streaked long hair blowing in the breeze, muscles rippling under the grey fabric of me pantaloons, swinging down to the dock from riggings attached to my forward mast, pistol tucked in my belt.

I loaded the boxes into a sling which was hoisted up to the ship as I was also heaved back aboard. Giving a nod we were again under way. Sailing off into what was a beautiful sunrise in which GOD had awoken with pink paint and brush in hand and had painted swirls and lines in astonishing shades and tones of the pink iridescent splendor.

He may feel like he accomplished his neighborhood watch job but as I see it I have me bounty and a tale of adventure and danger and he has….. gone back into his house empty handed.  

My air- conditioner went out Saturday afternoon. It was 89 in here yesterday. Every June it does this like clockwork,  I will be calling that in today. I will probably be told it is my responsibility….. I miss Don.

I had an appointment to see a townhome on Saturday and invited Mother along. We arrived as did another couple and after 45 minutes of waiting no staff member showed up. A resident did and mother went in for the kill. She started asking questions which got the woman chatting like she had ingested a quart of sodium pentothal. Which then got the other prospective tenant talking and asking more questions and so I joined in on the interrogation with some of my own weird questions which absolutely thrilled our victim and gave us all some valued information. The other couple left having been spooked by the information but since I was not wanting the 3 story townhome I had more information to gather about staff and maintenance and the pool and turnover and safety. When you are not sure where you are supposed to live you have to treat each location as the one so you will know the No form the Yes when GOD speaks.

Lady Tamara hwww.HighlandTitles.com as laundry to do so we are off to start filling a basket and getting it done. Waiting on 9 so I can report my A.C.

Cheers!

Why Poems?

I used to have poems running through my head. Favorite poems, poems my friends liked, poems that fit my moods; especially my teenager moods, the best were the poems that opened the doors to dreams and hopes and wishes.  My dad tried connecting to me during my younger teenage years with books and stories. When I was embracing my Vampire he would tell me of his troubles with werewolves. I believed this of my dad, that he knew werewolves. In his attempt to strengthen our Father-Daughter relationship he succeeded in creating a bit of trust. I am not sure either of us knew it at the time but right now it seems so very important.  One of my favorite poems, I memorized the day I first read it, was written by Laurence Alma-Tadema, If No One Ever Marries Me. 

I started writing a short story based on me and the cottage and the orphan girl whom I named Wren. I spent all summer on the tale. It is gone now

Another was The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. I became so mesmerized by this tale of love that I could feel the chill of the night air, the scent of horse, hooves in the distance; I could not read past the second stanza without tears blossoming in my eyes. The warm feel of his velvet coat, the softness of the doe-skin, the scratchiness of the lace, I did not want to be Bess, I wanted to save him and Bess.  Loreena McKennitt put this to music beautifully.

http://youtu.be/UvKBPr71dhA

It was this poem that sparked my dream to one day possess a rapier and the skill to use it. I dreamt of high-school and vowed I would excel at fencing. When I got there, to High School, there was no fencing. So I tucked the dream away and waited. I have a rapier and we have been to battle with Laird Campbell many times. He probably will never take the time to understand my gratitude, the depth of my respect and a love he was never capable of understanding even though he desired it.

Thanks to High School Choir I have this love of The Tyger by William Blake.

Why this stroll through poetry? No clue!! I have not even entered into my world of Poe. I took possession of him once I learned he too was of Baltimore. Or Alfred, Lord Tennyson.  Rather odd….. this little journey …..mmmm

I  received some devastating news yesterday and must deal with this today, so, Lady Tamara will retire to her poetry and Tamara the warrior is putting on her armor.

I will leave you with this….. If you could go back and change one thing, one event, what would you choose?

All this for a movie?

A crazy woman in a minivan (big surprise) attempted to kill us a few days ago. She was not paying attention to traffic, not signaling and guess what on the phone. Yesterday I am spinning off of the highway at my exit which is a 50MPH zone, which I was doing because of the physics thing; the bank of the curb the size of my car, blah, blah, blah…. I see a huge SUV waiting to turn out of an alley leading from the gym. You know how sometimes you can just tell a vehicle and its operator are about to do stupid? There is no vehicle behind me, clear for days. About 30 feet from where she will be turning is a yield sign. A large red triangle, you have seen them. They mean: to give way. The yield sign will be for her. I start slowing down in anticipation of the stupid. Keep in mind I am Captaining a slightly smaller version of the 1977 Lincoln Towncar and he is made of good old Detroit Steel. Stopping or maneuvering will be like that scene out of Contraband. Sure enough after several moments that ate up pavement for me she makes her move, pulling out in front of me. Downshift, brakes, horn. She does not look up, she does not stop, she does not move, she does not speed up. Charles shudders with the effort to slow down so quickly. As I get right up on her aft end I realize it is NOT a she it is a he and he is on the phone! Bloody meathead has probably pumped about 2 quarts too much testosterone into his system at the gym and there is not a drop of blood left in his head because it is all in his overworked muscles which are quickly developing lactic acid thereby forcing more blood from his tiny, miniscule brain impairing his ability to function. He is probably one of those free weight pumping fools who does not pause on the lift, he speed lifts. He wants bulk not strength.

I have a request for me. Airbrush make-up from Dior! WOW!!!! That stuff is amazing!!

Loved Dark Shadows!!! Tim and Johnny and Helena and Michelle and well the whole cast was wonderful!!!!!  

One issue!!! Humans!!! You get there 10 minutes before the film starts. They have asked for years for you to turn off your phones. Why don’t you just do it as soon as settle into your seat? Why wait for them to ask? Why wait until the movie has started? Do you honestly think they meant everyone but you? That was my question yesterday when the female creature opened her phone minutes into the movie to turn it off. I said out loud… “yes they meant everyone but you!” The lady behind me giggled her man said “wow!”

One more thing!!!! Mom’s of teenagers just because I am in a theatre in the middle of the day by myself with NO children does not make me a sex offender!!!! Glaring at me and protectively covering your daughter while loudly asking your son if he is ok freaked me out! No he is NOT ok you are his mom!!! Yes I raped the adorable little man right there in a lit theatre in front of cell phone lady and the bulldog looking woman behind me!!! And, yes I am going to play grab and squeeze with your daughter when the lights go out!!! Your children were a bit freaked out by your behavior too!!!

Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com  had such an exciting day at the movies she may go back today!!

Where is the Mothership?

Contrary to what some of you may believe I do last not go out looking for stress, or chaos, or people to add to the ever growing massive stroke that is about to happen to me. After last night and the intense throbbing in my head and the frozen vertebrae in my back, the inability to breathe I have realized Mother is a major contributor to this impending disaster about to befall me. What do I do? My children believe this or not, hate to go over there with me because of how she treats me, the things she says to me without regard.  They hate the way I am incapable of functioning and the massive black hole my emotions slide into after being there. They refuse to go see her. Only Shaggy will go under duress mostly but partly because she believes she can protect me. She may sit in the other room and watch TV but she is paying attention to what and how Mother talks to me. I have to wonder…. She has lost all 4 of her granddaughters. She lost me 3 times. I came back only because of my Dad. I had a great job lined up in California but I passed it up to come back here for my Dad. He is gone. Mother is back to ….. Why does this woman hate me? I am not the one who came home drunk during her Sunday School Bridge parties and cussed her out in front of people. I am not the one…. Maybe it is not hate…maybe it is disappointment in me and what she dreamt for me. Uh!!!! Hello!!! Mother!!! Do not hate me for your shattered dreams!! Hate the GOD who has given me these crazy adventures. I relish my children’s fiascos, their trysts, their escapades. They are alive and they have felt every emotion available. I may not like some of this stuff that happens to them but it is colorful and a wonderful tapestry of various textures. In the end when they are dirty and dusty and need a moment they come to me, for just a minute,  I am their anchor. Funny!! I have no anchor myself. Haha ….. They are tying up to a dock that is dangerously adrift. There is a bigger picture I am sure I am failing to grasp. MOTHER!!! Listen to me…..this is NOT the life I imagined for myself. This, this adventure I have been given is so far from my dreams, my imaginations that I feel like an Alien in a very strange land and there is no Mothership.

Speaking of strange….  Shoe and I are at the market. We have gathered up the needed items and have made our way to the checkouts. They are all full. We have about 5 items so we head to self-checkout. There are four. Two to our left and two to our right all occupied. In the middle of the floor between them all stands a round woman and her very round son. I look at them and cannot decide which line they are in. “Shoey do you see any isle, row, stand here markers anywhere?”  No there are no directions as how to proceed from this point. So the fun begins…. “What do we do? Where do we stand? What is going to happen to us?”  We are giggling. “How about we all charge the next available cash stand and the winner goes first?” More giggles. “How about we form lines you take one and I take one and we switch to whoever goes first?”  The next question remains unanswered. “Which line are they in?” Another Lady pulls up to us with a buggy. She looks at us all, standing in the middle of the place with a very clear question in her eyes. I smile very big, glance around and shrug my shoulders. “GOD love her, she says “well are there lines? IS there a side I should be on? I cannot tell?”  The round woman has still not said anything. She is however making faces at our comments and concerns. Her prepubescent son has now shouldered up and in my mind has established an aggressive stance. Shoulders back, hips squared up and a scowl on his face. My reaction to his body language was about as quick as his settling his weight into his defensive attack posture. I look over at our new friend “we are pirates ma’am and we intend on taking what we want! IT IS OURS!!” 

Her eyes grow huge, the round woman gives a half backward glance, our friends eyes begin to twinkle (we had her on our side) she grins. “We are Vikings.  This is Scotland. Take it!” 

Our friend is now laughing with us. The round woman moves to the next open cash stand and checks out, her son standing duty like a body guard. I look him up and down, look at his mother and proceed to giggle. He turns extremely red which melts to a ghostly white as he looks at my non laughing face and the direct eye contact I have now established with him. He turns around and melts into the posture of a chastised puppy. We take our turn at an available stand and check out. Shoe says to me “Mother did you hear what she said?” What who said? “The rude woman in line?” What? I ask.  She said…” maybe we can all just act civilized”.  Really ......Miss I dress like a Walmart shopper is trying to be civilized? She probably cannot even spell civilized.  Shall we go find her? I would love to know what type of car civilized people drive.  Really… you drive a Mercedes I have Charles the BOSS-Lady Lincoln she must be in a Bentley. We mount the Charles and creep through the parking lot spying her on the side of the building. We pull up behind her and look her car over expecting a Bentley or Lotus or something we believe a civilized person might drive.  We are shocked and astounded. Are you ready for this people of the world? To be considered civilized in her world one must drive a 2006 Toyota Camry.  We left the scene believing we were lesser creatures than her.

You see what I mean? This stuff just happens. Oh, I suppose I could have just stood in line and not said a word just like the rest of the dreary, beaten down cattle in the market. Let this round woman continue in her assault of innocent people and watch her round son grow up to be a bully like his mom.

I am torn, I had resolved to stay here and just move to a loft. But I am not sure I can deal with the Mother any longer. Perhaps I should look at other cities further away.

Lady Tamara  www.HighlandTitles.com must now try to sell her diamonds so she can get as far away as possible from her mother. Can I live in Scotland? Is there a serious amount of paperwork involved with that? 

Blizzard of 1717

I admit I was intrigued by the “Do you recognize this little girl” headline and the old photo. 

Since I am very into ghost hunting my kin folk I decided to check out the article. I did not recognize the girl and the fact that it was found near a dead soldier of the civil war; I realized it was not one of mine. I had no kin folk die in the civil war, maybe kin of folk but, no direct kin to either of my parents.  However there are eight photographs that they are actually trying to identify that were found on or near bodies from battlefields. In the effects of Joseph Warren were found a photo of a woman and anther photo of two little girls and a woman. I quickly jumped on to the web site knowing I had some Warrens. I find Joseph Warren Russell. Who was a young man in the civil war. I look for a trace of name trail going back but find no Joseph just Warrens from his mother’s side. The only photo they are showing is the one little girl; I have a photo of young Joseph Warren Russell in his uniform maybe if they would show the rest we could see a resemblance. It is kind of sad, these lost people. My Joseph is not in my direct research line but now I am curious about him. Today will be Joseph day.

Speaking of kin folk……   You just have to love the Irish relatives. 

They just do not quietly do things. My 8^th Great Grandfather was from Armagh, Northern Ireland. He arrived in America about 1713ish with a toddler and a newborn (Daniel was born at sea) and his wife.  He was a weaver at a mill in Pennsylvania. He kept a flask on him at all times and was drinking heavily one cold, night coming home during a blizzard February of 1717. He both passed out and fell from his horse, he was so drunk he fell off and passed out, the storm was so bad he just got off the horse and bunkered down in a ditch. However this happened, his horse went home that night but Luke did not. For weeks they searched for him and, as spring came and the snow melted they found him.  There was no sign of foul play. Grandmother Susannah, his wife, gave birth to their 4^th child Luke jr. a few months later.  She was disinherited by her father for marrying Luke. He drug her to America on a ship in 1713 with a 1year old toddler while she was about 9 months pregnant and then dies leaving her pregnant with 3 children all under the age of 6.  Susannah will later meet a man of great wealth, marry her move her to Philadelphia where she, I understand had more children and lived happily ever after.

She got her Orlando. Where is mine?

I had three ripening bananas that needed to be used or tossed so I decided to make muffins. I had packed all my recipe books so I googled me up a recipe and went to creating. I opened the cabinet to get out the muffin pan when low and behold I had packed it. I had muffin batter and nothing. I grabbed a small cake pan I had not packed because I was craving a cake and made a banana nut coffee cake with streusel. Yummers!!!! My home smelled delightful for hours.

What is this rumor I am hearing about no more CSI Miami? That all that will be on TV is reality shows? I said years ago that TV will become Running Man and it has. Glad I do not watch but once a week with Mother. This explains why I have not seen Horatio in months!

Lady Tamara  www.LairdOfLochaber.com has a networking Luncheon to prepare for today….but first let’s look for Joseph.