Monthly Archives: May 2012

Hyper Tanned Mom

Every day that it was warm enough and the sun was shinning, after all of her house work was done, she could be found in her back yard soaking up the sun. With the help of baby oil. For hours on end. It was a ritual that I witnessed my entire youth. Back in the old days, the 70’s and 80’s.

Was she the darkest white lady in all the land? Yes, yes she was. She was so dark that until one of my children was quite old they thought she was a black woman. It didn’t help that her last name had the word black in it. I have a photograph of my young child sitting in her lap on a backyard swing. My child was as white as they come with bright white hair. In her lap my child looks like a ghost and she looks like a black woman. We lived in an all white neighborhood. This was a long time ago.

Did we think it was strange? I don’t think so. As a child and a teenager that was the only way I had ever seen her. She never lost enough of her tan in the winter to look white again. And her tan didn’t look bad. It wasn’t uneven or spotty. She was perfectly roasted. As a white un-tanable teenager I was very jealous. Her sister-in-law was almost the same way. They loved the sun and went to the beach for a week or two every summer come hell or highwater.

In spite of terrible family tragedy this woman was one of the happiest and most together women I knew. She ran her house with military precision. She sewed, she baked beautiful birthday cakes for everyone in the neighborhood on their birthdays. Her kids were always dressed nice and well-mannered. They all went to college, got married and had kids. This lady also smoked cigarettes and had two beers every night.

By todays standards this lady would be considered very unhealthy right? Of course she would. She probably looks like an old leather saddle now right? I think so. I haven’t seen her in many years. I have been told that she does indeed look bad and that yes she has had skin cancer. But if none of that happened until she was in her late 70’s then all in all is that really too bad? She has had a long life which she enjoyed to the best of her ability in light of a terrible family tragedy that she had to endure.  If she had to do it all over again I doubt that she would give up any of her pleasures, they are part of what made her who she was. A hyper tanned mom who was not a freak. And yes her children often layed out with her but never tanned as well or as much as she did. They were a close happy family and still are.

Man Builds House For Wife He Hasn’t Met

Peter O’Sullivan must be the most romantic man I have ever heard of! He built the perfect house for wife he had not even met. It was as if he thought, build it and she will appear. And she did! Maybe there is something to this plan it, write it down, dream it and it will happen theory.

He even designed jewelry drawers for her. And the smart man had a special space made for her shoes. Wow. This guy is quite the catch. Maybe he should be cloned!

This is one of the most interesting stories I have read in a long, long time. Destined to become a famous fairytale right up there with Cinderella.

A Different Kind Of Art Journal – Day 1

On the site I found a most interesting and fun project to play with.  Art Journaling by Judi Russell. I’m not  a huge fan of journals in any form nor mixed media art which is what most art journaling usually is.  I decided to have a look at the page anyway just to check it out and I am glad that I did. It’s quite fun. Upon waking up one is supposed to take a pencil, close your eyes and just let the pencil scribble all over the page. Then open your eye, look at your scribbles to see if anything definitive stands out. Then trace over it to darken it, then go over it in dark marker. Next color it all in. This is all supposed to answer any mysterious questions that might be lurking in your subconscious mind. As I mis-understood that part I just wrote down whatever thought came to me when making the scribble.  This has been most interesting.

So tonight I am showing you my very first one, with a little reluctance because of the subject matter. I did not have anything on my mind when I sat down to pursue this.  I hadn’t been reading about this particular subject nor thinking about it. This is honestly what happened naturally.  The first sentence, “Each day is filled with new possibilities”  was my first thought then the others flowed from that. I have no idea how or why this particular issue was the subject matter. It just is what it is.

Each day is filled with new possibilities

Lives that are destroyed before they can begin

Lives ripped apart in pain and agony

Before they should ever experience any

Fireworks Fun


Pink Whispers

Dragging A Dog

You are an ——-scum bucket! $500 bond is not nearly enough. I hope you don’t have two-cent to your name and never ever get out of jail. I said that I wasn’t going to write anymore of these but I can’t help it, I have to vent. So please excuse me if that language bothers you. And trust me I held back.

I suppose this kind of thing will never stop but it might not happen as much if we would all take it more seriously. I know, I know I am not taking up my cause with the right people. I need to start writing to people in government to encourage them to raise the criminal punishment on these sort of things.  Oh wait would that be our next possible President?!  Gee I wonder how seriously he would take it.  So now all of the low life sewer scum will be think if the President can miss treat a dog ( whether you think he did or not) then we can too!

Oh great we are going to have a President who has no common sense! And Poor judgement! Heaven help us please.