WASTED DAYS,.. AND WASTED NIGHTS…..

WASTED DAYS, AND WASTED NIGHTS…..

Seems like I have used that headline before..
And probably during this time of the year… 
But it is the way of life in the great Northwest, as
We wait for the REAL SPRING to show up..
See we get false spring …. A LOT!! here.. 

I want to do so much..  and hoping my body will hold up,

As this winter I have lost a lot of movement… I am still able to walk and talk..  lol…   but my endurance is surely lacking.. 

So going to have to get some equipment put in place before I get too gung-ho..   Like a chair near where I will be working.. so when the legs are trying to tell me ENOUGH IS ENOUGH…  I can sit for a while and then get going again.  

 Even thought about getting help..  I know there is a tiny one who would help.. but not sure how much he can do.. lol..  see he is only 3.. lol..  but he will be 4 in July.. lol. 

 Anyway, while I am working on getting a plan going..  it is wasted days and wasted nights..  as some of my best thinking is at night time.. when I am suppose to be sleeping..    at least that is how my brain works..   I think I am going to bed to sleep and my brain says.. BUT WAIT.. WHAT ABOUT THIS???  And etc..

So we are on the count down.. only 3 more days left of March.. and then it is APRIL and I will be in high gear… well, in thought anyway.

 

 

Spinning wheels and marking time…

Spinning wheels and marking time…

It is that time of the year. Weather is warming up just a bit to give us hope that Spring is really here and Summer is coming behind it.

Of course Mother Nature has to prove she is boss.. so she throws in a bit of winter for measure.. so we don’t get to joyful… 

As in our hearts we want to get out the lawn furniture.. so we can sit in the chairs in the sunshine..  even if we have to wear our winter coast to do it.. Dang it..

I did do that last week.. but just two chairs.. didn’t want to get ahead of myself.. Yet there it was on Facebook… a memory of 4years ago that day…  full deck furniture out there, with wind chimes.. and deck decore… AND SNOW IN THE BACK GROUND!! The heart of the optimists…

In the mean time I feel like I am spinning wheels and marking time at the same time…

At least we have enough sunshine to ward off the cabin fever of this time of the year..

And I haven’t even gotten a seed catalog yet..

 

 

Back to Normal…

Back to Normal…

We joke that it is just a setting on a dish washing machine…

But  back to normal is a saying we all have used..

But what is normal anyway?  Is it meaning back to the way things were before our lives were interrupted by an event? Good or bad event…back to doing what we normally do? 

As I see it,  normal runs like the price of gas…

You see when the price of gas goes what we call sky high..

It goes to $5.00 or more a gallon..   Then at a certain time of the year the price drops to $3.75.. and we rejoice…BUT… if we were to think about it… we were paying $3.25 before the event.. so actually it is not back to NORMAL.. This happens over and over .. yet we still say ..it is back to normal…  

I am guess we don’t know what normal is..  just we like to have life back to what ever it was… to us.. that is normal.. 

 

Blogs … are they still alive and well?

Blogs … are they still alive and well?

Some are.. The one that got me started has gone back to the print.. Meaning he writes articles for the local paper. Also the co blame for getting me in the game of blogs is Marianne Love  with the blog Slight Detour. Very much alive and well. Some have gone on Facebook and some have come and left. Lots of new ones with “How to do this” .. have popped up

I started 18 years ago doing every day of the week… now dropped down to 2 days a week. Always question every March .. shall I continue?  So far when I decide maybe it is time to let it go.

Thought maybe with my biggest fan passing away..  I would stop.. and she passed away last year. I would make copies of it and send it to her each month, as she did not have a computer… She and her gal pal, would read it together..   Regina  has a computer.. so now I don’t have to make copies…  I don’t know if she reads daily or does a once a month catch up…  Which I am guilty of that myself.  Ones I use to read have gone to the wayside..  Some have gone to Facebook only.

I am not that brave to put myself out there on Facebook … like I do here..  I get in to enough trouble doing the little I do on there.  But when ever I think that enough..  something comes along and pisses me off..  and then I use my soapbox.   What I prefer to write about is humor.. like post.  Even poking fun at me and my stupid things I have done.  Or even seen.

 

 

Extra - from 2005 blog

Extra   from 2005 blog trip back across the country

 

 MARCH 25, 2005

Back across America

In 1982, we had decided to leave R.I. Marvin had another bypass operation. And he wasn’t doing any better. He tried walking for miles in hopes to improve the circulation. To no avail. Plus the weather was raising cain with him. 2 to 3 days before there was rain, his veins felt like they were on fire. While my folks thought this was wonderful, because they would know whether to mow their hay or not, they understood we had to move back West.
So we sold our home.. Marvin had taken the 63 Chevy out to Idaho on a previous trip. As he did the GMC which he towed behind him, a 1940 Pontiac, which we had acquired. We bought a school bus from the Catholic church. We had the Ford pickup tow a 65 Mustang that one of our sons had bought. Our friend Wayne, from Priest River flew out to help us drive back. Marvin drove the bus, and our friend Wayne was his alternate. A young man, Tim, we had befriended in our neighborhood, wanted to relocate and get a fresh start. So he drove the Ford pickup and I was his alternate.. It was the beginning of Oct. So we wanted to drive straight thru with a stop in Minnesota to see Marv’s family and a quick rest before we continued. We wanted to beat the weather, and get the kids back into school We had removed all the seats but 3 on one side and 2 on the other. The 3, we had one facing forward, then the other two faced each other, booth style. Behind the 2 we had an apt. size refrigerator. Why, I don’t know. But when we got ready to pull out, I had 3 loaves of frozen bread in the freezer dept. We had it plugged in until the morning we left. Then we put 3 bags of ice in the refrigerator and shut the door. Behind this was all our worldly possessions, stacked up to within inches of the roof.
We drove out of the driveway, waving to my father at 8 am. Ironically the Willie Nelson song, On the Road Again, was playing on the radio. We headed out of R.I. into Mass. About 5 p.m. we are driving thru New York when I noticed the refrigerator door slightly open. I went to see what was going on. I open the door to a massive white goo. It looked like the blob from a 50’s movie. It was the frozen bread, that had thawed and was rising for lack of a better word. We had decided to stop at the next rest stop. Which I got out the camp stove, cast iron kettle, and oil, and proceeded to cook friend bread. It took over a hour just to fry up that stuff. 3 loaves, made over 50 donut size fried bread. We drove night and day. Wayne with the bus and myself in the pickup at night. We were doing fine. Went thru Chicago at about 3:30 am. Which is a good time to go thru. We came into Wisconsin town of Janesville at 6am. Because Marvin was worried about going thru Chicago, he was tired. So we decided to find the first rest area in Wisconsin and rest. We slept until about 11 pm. Even the kids. Then headed out again. It was getting dark as we were coming near the Minnesota border. We were heading north. We came to an area that was like San Francisco. Up and down hills on a 2 lane highway. At which time the pickups lights decided to take turns turning off and on. I would go a mile or so and then the road was pitch dark. And then the lights would come back on about 3 minutes later, and then go out a mile or so down the road again. It seemed to me like it was always as I was getting ready to head down over the hill, that the lights went out. After about 5 miles I couldn’t take it any longer and called on the cb to have Wayne find the nearest wide spot in the road and pull over. He thought when the lights went out, I had fell behind and was behind the hill. Marvin said it had something to do with the high beam switch. So he direct wired it and said it would be ok, just on low beams. Oh, fun. We went into Minnesota, arriving at his brother’s house at 7am. The next day we left, heading into North Dakota. Some where hear the Painted Hills, early in into the evening, I blew a tire and took out my brakes. I limped over to the side, and called the bus. They had to back down a mile to get to us. Got the tire fixed and drove into the rest area that was a mile down the road. The men worked on the brake line. The kids and I went and looked at the Painted Canyon. It was the most beautiful scene. I believe it is the Roosevelt park. The colors in the rocks were awesome. Back on the road, with Wayne and I back behind the wheel, we made it thru North Dakota fine. When we got to the Montana border we had switched drivers. They drove all day thru Montana, I was sleeping on the bus on the floor and Wayne in the front seat. At about 6 p.m. I heard Tim say on the cb, aren’t we out of Montana yet? He couldn’t believe how long it was. We switched drivers again. We were driving thru the mountains and there was snow on the sides. It was really hilly and Wayne was down in compound low with the bus trying to get over, and then we would head down the hill and back up. As we were cresting one of the hills, he said, I am going to give it hell going down so I can have enough speed to go up the next one. Which he did, except it wasn’t as tall going up and soon we were going down again. This time way faster than we expected. I looked in the mirror and the Mustang is trying to pass me. I can remember telling myself, don’t touch the brake, don’t touch the brake, you will jack knife this thing. So I just push the gas a little until the Mustang disappeared and let the engine slow the rigs down. As we were approaching the bottom, I told the guys, 10-100… which to all you young people who were not around during the cb days, that mean bathroom break. Wayne got out of the bus, and Marvin was quite awake. I guess as we came flying over the hill, Wayne had said OH, SH_T, which immediately woke up Marvin. We started out again, crossing the Idaho border at sunrise. We stopped so we could take a picture of the kids and the guys at the Welcome to Idaho, sign. Pulled in to Vay, just outside of Priest River, about noon. All safe and sound and only one flat tire in this trip. . Not bad for driving across America……. Twice.

 

Extra of blog 2005 Across the country

Extra   of blog 2005  Across the country

thought I would throw this one and tomorrows in for an extra.. 

 MARCH 24, 2005

Crossing America...

In the fall of 1978, We had decided to move from Ellensburg, Washington to Rhode Island. My husband at the time Marvin (he passed away in 1986) had been operated on. He had his second series of bypasses. The Dr. at that time, in the Vancouver Vet's hospital had told us that there wasn't anything else that could be done for Marvin, that was the last operation for him. (which turn out not to be true, but that is another story) So we decided to sell our place in Ellensburg and go to Rhode Island. A two-fold idea. One being if anything happen to Marvin, I would be near my family. Second one, my folks were getting up in age and we could be of help to them.
Marvin built two trailers. One out of a pick up bed. And the other one was a 20 foot that he built from scratch. It had plywood sides to it. My brother came out from R.I. to help with the driving. So we had a caravan. Marvin, driving an older GMC truck with a box bed. The kind that have cabinets and shelves on the side and the bed being empty with a lid. In there he had his welder and every part he could think of that we may need to replace on our trip. Fan belts, batteries, fuel and water pumps. Marvin was an expert at this as he had moved from Minnesota to Washington state quite a few years before. He towed the long trailer. Which had all of Marvin tools, tool boxes, (4 of them) steel in case he had to weld something, and every thing he could put in there that came from his garage and the beds. You will see in a minute or so how fool hardy this became, kind of. Next was our 72 Ford 3/4 ton pick up and towing the small trailer. Which, both, contain all the house hold things. In the very front of the pickup bed was Marvin guns. Being a Patrick McManus type man, (hunter and fishing) he had many.. I mean many... Being my R.I. brother who never had a gun in his life, was driving this vehicle, he was glad the guns were way back there. Next bringing up the rear...Me..driving our 63 Chevie convertible. With the kids. The ones that weren't in the other two vehicles. Why would we take a 63 car across the country? One, because it was in good working order and mostly because this car had been promised to our youngest since we had bought in 1972. So we pull out of Ellensburg at about 8am. The trip was going fairly well, ha ha... seems that we had to wait up on the top of the far side of Vanatage for a half an hour for Marvin to drive up the hill. I think he was going the top speed of 15 mph. He found out that the trailer was quite heavy. And it swayed... So we pulled into George, Washington. They sent us to a gas station in Moses Lake. To buy a sway bar.
That took out that problem and we were off on our way again. We reached the Idaho border at about 10 p.m. We had stopped for gas, and were going to spend the night with friends in Vay area near Priest River. We had pulled away from the gas station about a mile. And BAM!!. The large trailer not only blew a tire, but broke the axle.. (remember the garage stuff?) . The long and short of this is, the boys, (ours) Marvin, my brother Roy, and our friend who we called, worked on it all night long. They got it jacked up, welded and on the road again by 2 am. I had taken the rest of the kids to our friend's house. We slept until 7am. Got up and was back on the road again. My brother got broke into Idaho living. Our friends hadn't gotten their house finished yet so they had a outhouse. So my brother was surprise when he asked for the bathroom, and then bowled over with my friend (who has a wicked sense of humor) as he asked my brother a question. He asked my brother, do you go to bathroom in your house? How weird, we don't like to do that here, so we have ours outside. The look on my brother's face, was a riot. Anyway we went from Idaho, thru Montana, North Dakota, blowing a tire per state, .....yep, on the large trailer. Going thru North Dakota was fun, as it had its usual weather... thunderstorms and pouring rain. In North Dakota there is a town called Jamestown. My brother lived in Jamestown R.I. and there is a giant buffalo in that town. I made him stop and get out of the truck and go stand under the buffalo. Told him I would tell all his friend he had this great opportunity and blew it just because of a little rain storm. Ah, the power of an older sister. ha ha...
We went into Minnesota to see Marvin's family and rest for one day. As our sleeping had been on the lawn of rest areas while the kids slept in the vehicles. Our diet consisted of eggs and cereal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch. (peanut butter and jelly and spam were the choices). So stopping was great for everyone. Showers, good food and rest in beds or on the floor. To our surprise, when we woke the next morning, my mother in law brought in her paper and there was a picture of our GMC. I forgot to mention, that the hunter Marvin had put his prize Washington Elk horns (14 pionts) on the top of the cab in front of the truck bed wall. With the title of family on the move or something like that. We left Minnesota and cut across Wisconsin and stopped at a McDonald's before crossing over into Chicago, Illinois. At the parking lot a gentleman came over to see the elk horns and talked to us. As we were getting ready to pull out, he said. "watch out, if you break down, keep driving until you can pull into a gas station as they are wicked over there, they will strip your vehicle and things before you can find help." Of which my brother's eyes widen. We made it thru there and of course once in that area, you go thru toll booths after toll booths until we got to Mass. Luckily we only had a short (2 hours) to go thru Mass. And my brother was sweatting bullets. Remember Mass has a very tough gun law. Automatic in jail for a year with any guns, if Mass isn't notified they are in your possession and the where abouts of them. We pulled into Jamestown R.I. on a sunny morning. We had blown over 8 tires on the large trailer. And to this day, my brother refers to it as the Peanut Butter and Jelly run.
next time... I will tell you of the run back across when we left R.I. almost 4 years later.

POSTED BY WORD TOSSER AT 9:16 AM

 

 

 

 

DAY 6 OF MEMORIES OF 2005 BLOG

Day 6 of memories of 2005 blog

this one was a sad one.....  

How many remember Terry Schiavo?

here is a little reminder..

·                            The Terri Schiavo case was a series of court and legislative actions in the United States from 1998 to 2005, regarding the care of Theresa Marie Schiavo (born Schindler) (/ ˈʃaɪvoʊ /; December 3, 1963 – March 31, 2005), a woman in an irreversible persistent vegetative state.

I wrote about it 

MARCH 31, 2005

Somewhere Over the Rainbow......

Some where over the Rainbow, Way up high,
There's a land that I heard ofOnce in a lullaby
If happy little bluebirds flyBeyond the rainbow.
Why, oh why can't I?

That is the first line and last line of
Somewhere over the Rainbow...

Today, it finally ends. And hopefully the media
will take their 3 ring circus some where else and
let the people at the Hospice Center have peace
and quiet, they deserved.

For Terri, it has ended. To be trapped inside
a body for 15 years. Now she is free. Only one
can make decisions for her. And I trust him
more than any earth bound person. He will
have her whole and happy....
And the other people left behind? He will
take care of you all too... He will judge, not I.

So Terri, I hear, SOME WHERE OVER THE RAINBOW...

For those who don't remember
the words...here they are...
at this site.      Good bye Terri, God Bless
http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/Wizoz/rainbow-lyrics

Day 5 of memories of 2005 blog

 

Day 5 of memories of 2005 blog  

March 30, 2005

Turn the radio on......

What tunes do you tap your feet to?
What tunes from the past that make
you crank up the volume? Yesterday
as I was running errands a couple
came on thru the day, that I cranked
up the radio. Yes, even 64+ year
old crankup the radio. And sing with it.
But only by myself... especially
after my then 10 year old
grandson told me not to give
up my day job.
The songs, that I heard yesterday
was Proud Mary, Heard it on
the Grapevine, and Johnny B. Good.
And what is that song that was in
Tom Cruises movie.. give me that
old rock and roll? Which is kind of
funny, because when I use to dance
many many years ago to those tunes
I was a dyed in the wool Johnny Cash
fan.
And when I am home alone, doing
house work, I play IN THE NAVY, by
the Village people.
When I am in trouble, Amazing Grace
is hummed...lot of times with out
me knowing I am, until I get half
way thru...
So what tunes, get your toes
tapping? What makes you
crank up the volume?

POSTED BY WORD TOSSER

DAY 4 OF MEMORIES OF BLOG 2005

Day 4 of memories of blog 2005

MARCH 29, 2005

Getting up early, no relief

As many of you know, I worked in a nursing home.
A few years ago, I was getting a gentleman up for the day.
He wasn't thrilled as it was 5:30am. So I told him I understood
completely. I told him this:
Yes, Ray, I can understand why you aren't happy about this.
You see when I was a little girl, my mother would wake me up
really early so I could do chores before I got ready for school.
As the school time went by, I could not wait until I gradutated
from school, so I could sleep in.... But when I graduated from
school, I had to earn an living. So I had to get up early to go to
my job. So I thought I can't wait until I get married, so I can
sleep in.... Well, I got married.... but I had a lot of kids... so
there was no sleeping in.... So I dreamt of the day when all
my kids would get thru school and on their own, so I could
sleep in...... Well, then my husband passed away and I had
to get a job. So I could not sleep in... And do you know what
upsets me now, Ray? He said no... I said.. what upsets me
now is.... I figured when I retired and was old, I could sleep
in..... but now I know I will probably will end up in a nursing
home, and some young person is going to come in and
say...... time to get up, Cis...
AND I STILL WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP IN.......
He thought that was funny.... I'm not so sure I think it is funny.

 

 

 

 

 

day 3 of memories of 2005

day 3 of memories of 2005

this one was when the guy who got me into blogging in the first place asked me about Harry Truman who was the man who lived at MT. St. Helens's before it blew... 

THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 2005

Harry Truman

Dave remarked to one of my additions to his comment area, on Mt St. Helen's blowing in 1980, that this would be blog worthy. Don't know if it is or not. But at least it will be a return memory for my kids who read this. At least they better read this...lol...


The story of Harry Truman would be pretty short... as we only talk a short time.
It was in 1966, we had taken the kids to Spirit Lake for fishing at the end of June. It was warm enough that they did some swimming after fishing. Then we were ready to head home. My husband at the time, was from Washington state, and we had just moved there about 6 months before. He knew there was snow further up the road, towards the summer resort. So we took the kids up for a treat, after all where can you go swimming one minute and a few minutes later be playing in the snow. So when we got to the snow edge, we let the kids out to play. I was close to having # 5 child. While we were playing in the snow, a gentleman came down the drive way to the road where we were at and introduced himself as the cabin's owner. Harry Truman. We talked about how beautiful of a day it was. And he was getting ready for the 4th of July push of tourist. He talked about the hiking and how close it was to the lake for the people. We asked him if they were open in the winter. He said they didn't get many in the winter. Mostly cross country skiers. And not many of them, so they were not officially open. But that he and his wife stayed there. Then we thanked him for his time,and gathered up the kids. He said good bye as he return to his work, and told us good luck with the new addition we were expecting. He was very nice and sweet man. I would say he was about 60 ish at the time. The next time I saw him was on television, while we were in Rhode Island and they were interviewing him about leaving the mountain. I believe his wife had passed away by that time. I wasn't really surprised that he wouldn't leave the mountain, as he had a great love for the area.

day 2 of memories of the beginning of a blog

i am trying to do the funny ones first. 

MARCH 15, 2005

The Projects

Four years ago, I decided that being Kenny was gone with his friend for the day at a auction...I should do 2 of many projects we have talked about. One dealt with the kitchen and the other dealt with my "Some Day Soon Room" (some day soon we will go thru this junk and organize our good stuff).
So off to K-Mart, I go to gather my work objects. Shelves for the S.D.S. room and paint for the kitchen.
Now let me tell you about projects. #1 rule should be never ever do a project alone. Yes, I know there are the super duper gals on the home improvement channels who do everything... so you think. After all she, too, has people helping. Also how do you know the guys don't remove those nails and screws after off screen and put them where they really belong. And actually I do know a few gals who do an excellent job of remodeling their homes. Not just painting and the easy stuff either. One is my cousin, and the other is my neighbor. But I don't ask my neighbor, don't want to be embarrassed by my stupidity.
Why you say do you need a partner in crime? Well, for one thing you need that person to talk you out of doing the project, that you probably have no business doing. But if you have daffy friends like I do..... that doesn't work. So the next thing you need a partner for, is to have some one to blame it on when things go wrong. Or at the very least to share the blame. Blaming totally really cuts down on your list of friends quick. No sense of humor. The share blame ones are good.
See 25+ years ago I had one of the best of those. We were the Lucy/Ethel, if we felt old. Or Laverne and Shirely, if we felt young. Who was who depend on whose project it was. We used crooked nails that we spent hours straighten. Went to the hardware store to make sure we got Roslyn (the town we lived in that was built by miners) parts. See our town was known for its backwards plumbing, so you had to ask for Old Roslyn, if you lived in one of the older houses. Then she meet this guy who became her husband and he wouldn't let us straighten nails out. We had to use new ones. And we had a hard time breaking him in to Roslyn plumbing. So he married her and took her away to Seattle where I hear they have normal plumbing and straight nails.
So here I am 500+ miles away and 25+ years older. Sorry to say not any smarter.
See, I decided because this was a metal cabinet I should use spray paints. Ok, all of you people who know better and are saying STUPID... hit the delete button now. See I don't need to hear that from you all... I live with some one who says that to me. All the time. At least every time I do a project. Some times he says it politely and some times it comes out WHAT THE HELL EVER POSSESSED YOU TO DO THAT? And he mumbles a lot too.
Anyway, I put the newspapers on the floor and I shut newspapers in the top of the bottom doors. Decided to only do the bottom doors. (God does watch over dumb people) and I draped them back over the drawers to the top of the sink. Ok. Everything is covered.
Well.. I had handles. Some one told me if you take Crisco and smear it on chrome or glass then paint over it... it is easy to get the paint off as it comes off with the Crisco. I didn't have any ..so I figured bacon grease should do just as well. Did I hear you say STUPID? hit the delete button.. Told you I already have a guy who can say that.
Ok. I am ready to go. Shake the can. Shake shake shake, geesh, my wrist hurts, shake. Hit the button and and slowly it starts to cover, as I was told to go slow and stay back 18". I don't want runs. So back and forth I go. 2 cans and the seven doors are done. Got a paper I hold on the wall so I don't get that. Which went well until I got to the other side and forgot and flipped over the paper. Spot of paint on wall. Hurry and washed it off. Stood back to see if I missed any places. Oh, the side edges. Spray here... spray there. Beginning to have visions of when I use to cut my kids bangs. You know a little here and then there and then there and then here. But then I step back ...OH, MY GOD....there is light spray of paint all over the floor behind me. Spray back? What ever. Grab paper towels, 409, and hot water. Yes, it comes off. But it is all over. So I am mopping... and washing... pot lids on the baker shelf... Clean and clean... Some how I think it is going to be like pine needles in July. I will see light blue everywhere forever.
Then I go to the Some Day room while that dries. That job went really well. Put on Village People, In the Navy (Hey, I have my music which helps me clean and you have yours) and off I went taking all the boxes and every thing else. Put the shelves together. Snap together kind. Run to K-mart get see thru boxes and the fun begins. What do I need and what can I throw away. Luckily only 4 boxes were mine. Other 10 where Ken's HAHAHA.... And really it did come out very well. Except I have 2 bags and one box of papers to go thru to figure out what is still needed and burn the rest.
Went back to see the kitchen. UUUUGGGHHHH....... IT IS EASTER EGG BLUE..... OR A BAD 1970'S UTENSILS BLUE.... HORRIBLE. They said sky blue.... The more the evening went on and then the next day... I could not take it anymore. I went back to the store. Got regular enamel gloss paint. And a pad thing-a-ma-jig and painted it. Removed handles this time. By the way bacon grease does not do it. But it did hold down the mess a little. Guess you got to use the real stuff. Got waterfall blue. It is really nice. I have painted the drawers white with the same kind of paint. Did good. Now I am thinking maybe I will use one of those hobby kits to make a gingham pattern on the drawers.... who knows... But it has been a nice adventure... Heck I have not had this much fun since Roslyn... LOL LOL...

LOOKING BACK TO THE PAST WEEK...

 

sATURDAY, MARCH 05, 2005

From a Simple Mind

March 5, 2005

Going to try this out... I am just a word tosser... but a lazy one... don't know if I have enough in my mind to do a daily blog. So don't expect much...