good night.

i don't know that I'll be in tomorrow as I have things to do. Come back and post message if I'm gone. It will be a great surprise to see your posts 

The idea of this blog evolved into a daily journal. But then you may already know that. "Mama said there' d be days like this." Actually, moma didn't. Forget who did. I can hear them just a clear. Spinners? Not sure. I think it might be the same folks who did "under the boardwalk" but I don't know who that is either. :)  Happens. I could look it up but think I'll just say good night for a bit.

Tuck in early or go ebay window shopping. Will try back tomorrow. Nope here comes the thunder again.

See you. Hopefully tomorrow. iron at 12 dogs

To whom it may concern.

Today I peeked out of my Valentine's day hurricane hole. And for whatever it means. I heard the words,

"...I love the messy complicated parts of you..."

Now I'm not sure if that means that I saw my shadow or not. Does that mean that my cold, dreary Valentine's day winter funk is over.   OR.   Does it mean more years hidding out in my Valentine's day  hidee hole?

Anyone around with a crystal ball?

Ah well, if anyone's got insight on this, let me know. Cause frankly, I don't got a clue.

Happy day.

I just got word that my fans are on there way.

Nooo not fans like folks that follow movie or music stars.

And noo, not the kind that you see hanging from a ceiling.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

These are fans like the kind you cool your face with. Made of paper and bamboo. If they are as nice as the photos, I will be over the moon with happiness when they arrive. I like fans. Have every intention of using these too. It gets hot here in the summer. Took great care  to pick out the fan color to match my clothes. Really. Part of this is a fella named Richard's fault. He sold me my first fan. His store mrherola is one of my favorite ebay stores. The other reason is softypapa's store. Also a favorite with beautiful fans. The owners are just as sweet as can be. Couldn't as for nicer folks.

Well I will go to bed with a smile of anticipation on my face knowing that somewhere in Japan my fans are being readied for the trip to their new home .

Sigh......

I am so happy!

Good night.

I have been trying to get my email read on the Late Late Show with Tv's Craig Ferguson.

It's not happening.

I'm sad :(

I sent in some good ones to.

Besides the earlier two mentioned here. I also sent in one that asked the question.

"If time travel existed. And you met yourself coming, where would you be telling yourself to be going."

That is a good email.

But nada.

Unless I missed something.

nada.

I'm running out of questions.

Will think on it.

Sleep on it.

Maybe something will come to me.

But hey if you hear it will you post here to let me know.

Thanks.

Also hear has the word ear in it. Which is kinda cool, since you need an ear to hear. Just noticed that. Sigh, I need to get out more.

Oh and Valentine's day. A mention because I promised to write about stuff from now until Valentine's day. So Valentine's day.

Okay that was weird.

I just lost an entire post.

OOOOOOOOOOO...ghosties...

I love ghosties.

Just not the ghosties that eat my posties.

So what did the postie that the ghostie ate say.

Nothing!

POSTIES,

 (not even the kind eatten by ghosties)

CAN'T TALK !

Duh.

But they can be read.

(But then you already knew that!)

This postie if read said

That my blog as a chat area is not working as hoped. Fact is I'm not able to be here enough to chat. BUT as a daily writing journal, where folks can come by and visit with me?

Works fine.

So.

Welcome .

Come  to read.

Come  to write.

Come  to visit if I'm here

or 

leave a message

                               if I'm not.

Or

just come to sit and hide out from the rest of the world.

Lord knows I do.

Time for sleep.

Imagine Art...

A little good night song that I used to sing  my son to sleep to.

My friend Thibideaux.

My friend Thibideaux

he is a friend of mi- ine.

My friend Thibideaux

He likes the warm sunshine.

My friend Thibideaux

He likes to laugh and play ay.

My friend Thibideaux

He like the sunny day.

My friend Thibideaux

He is a friend of mine

He likes to laugh and sing

in the warm sunshine

He like to go down town

down to Basin Street

Where every one he meets

is a friend you knoooooowwwww

Of my friend Thibideaux.

This is my rocking chair/New Orleans song
 I have this Thonet rocking chair

I rocks waaaay   forward

and then waaaay back and is timed to this song.

Good for rocking babies to sleep.

Good night Imagineart.

Good night all

See you when the sun is shinning

and all is bright and gay.

See you when the sun is shinning

then we'll go out  and play.

OR

The stars in the sky

twinkle hello when we walk by

Walking hand and hand

Underneath the harvest mooooonn ooonnn onnn

We go out walking underneath the harvest moon..

Good night Moon

Good night Imagineart

Good night Luxemoon

Good night. Good night..............

Hello.

Is anybody out there.

Could you let me know who you are?

Just a little.

I know someone is reading this. The number indicator keeps increasing.

It would be nice to know who you are.

If for no other reason that it might keep me from insulting your cat.

See if I know that you HAVE a cat, I'll be careful not to make insulting cat jokes.

I'm not going to make insulting dog jokes. Hey I've got dogs. But not cats, so it is possible that an insulting cat joke might show up from time to time. Or one about your hampster.

To me this is a bit of a conversation. Only I haven't met the person with whom I am speaking.

                    You.

So, could you just, like post testing. OR I'm here. Or something (as long as it is G rated).

                   Okay?

               Thank you.

There have been many stories of creation.

Mary Shelly had her Frankenstein. This was not a particularly happy tale about divine creation and how that creation came back to its creator to yell at her for messing up and being such a crappy creator. I call this the story of puberty.

A clasic tale of creation and the one many of us are familiar with is the story of Adam and Eve. THE story of creation. Adam and Eve get great wedding gifts. Their parrents give them  land and a great house. Eve gets greedy, has an affair with a real snake who talks her into taking all Adam's stuff through trickery and gets him and her thrown out of the Garden of Eden. I call this the first wife and her divorce settlement.

Then there is  the story of Pygmallion. In this, the creator, a very lonely, desperate and picky man, can't find a girl to save his life. So he makes one up. Out of marble. Yep, that would be about right. Picky man prefers his ideal woman to be made of cold, hard marble. Warm, soft, real women need not apply. She won't wrinkle and her breasts won't sag. But she'll always be a bit indifferent. Of course the gods hear this request. After all he is a man. So they give him his girl. I haven't read all of it so I don't know if "the girl"  is scorned and comes back to hunt her creator and tell him what a disaster he is. Like Frankenstein. Or his ex wife.  If so, OH HAPPY DAY. With my luck they live happily ever after.  I call this male mid life crisis meets 20 something, trophy girl friend and  then marries her. Sigh.

What I want to know is this. Are there any stories where the mid life crisis is experienced by a woman and she gets her perfect guy. If you know of any let me know. Because I'm having a tough time finding Mr. Right. And I am a sculptor. Maybe we can work something out. Only I'm making my trophy husband outta clay so he'll be warm.  With a sense of humour.

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I love puzzles.

Word puzzles. They 're called Cryptoquotes.

Funny puzzles. When you first look at them they seem a bit of, well, a bit of a puzzle! Like random letters written on a page. The only thing that looks remotely like the English language is that between this jumble of  letters, you have spaces. And punctutation. And some time if you are lucky, a single letter. The first couple times you try to solve one of these puzzles, it can seem almost impossible. Then you reach the day with one of those single letter words. And that helps you figure out the two letter words. You keep at it and finally there it is. The quote of the day. You sit there looking at the answer. It seems so obvious at that point. You wonder how you missed it. The next day. It's easier. Even with out the single letter word or the " 's " or the contractions. It just appears. Now this success is kind of encouraging. So you get out the grammar books and the spelling rules. Really start to study the structure of the English language.

Linquistics.

All that from one afternoon of nothing else to do and a Cryptoquote from the  newspaper funnies.

What has this got to do with a song and art?

Well both can be a "puzzle" that at first seems enigmatic. But after a good deal of study and maybe dumb luck you solve the puzzle. And the answer is so clear and so simple. You wonder why you didn't see it before.

Go figure.

There once was a piece of earth that was so very dry that you couldn't put a spade to it. Not an inch. Not a half a inch. Not even the length of a butterflies whiskers.

That is dry ground.

And the earth was so parched, that the cracks that ran through  it made canyons of deep, dark, loneliness. As if every molecule of water had up and gone away.

That is parched earth.

And because the canyon's were so deep, the sun couldn't shine there. And plants couldn't grow there. And all the things that we think of as living and robust were not there. Like a song in space. Silent and lifeless.

No sun. No sun.

It seemed like eons,

( ...now that's a long time...)

it seemed like eons

since that earth had felt warm.

Or love. 

            Eons                         

                          ...now that IS a long time...

                                  ...then one day...

A single solidtary drop of water fell into that deep, dark canyon.

One single drop of rain.

And following this rain drop was one single wave of sunlight.

They were playing a game of  cosmic tag at the time.

Were they Momma?                        Why yes they were.

Down into the canyon.

Where sunlight had never been.         Ever.

When that single ray of sun, tagged that single drop of water.                                      

Something happened.                      Something wonderful.

Something that that dark, dark  canyon had never seen before.

                                      a rainbow.

Later when they were old and grey they would tell their grandchildren this story.

Now.

I would like to say that the very dry, very parched earth was flooded with life.

I would like to say that but I can not tell a lie.

But I can say that from that moment. Life did begin.

Just not the way it does in fairy tales.

I think I'll go hug my son.

                                   Good night "Pup"

This is  a story written this very night, by me, for my son and my hopeful grandchildren, with love and gratitude. 

Love, Momma Ann.

Back to the future

What I wondered last night? Still wondering this morning...

i am a survivor of many things.

some things get easier to survive- as you get older.

I have been shunned. before.

its the reason why i cant stand the same for anyone else.

but you know something.

even though mom once told me, that as you get older it gets easier to negotiate the rapids of life's journey. i think she was wrong. or just really lucky that her rapids were easy for her. my rapids have been pretty big. there have been some where i was thrown over board and left for dead. oh sure, i learned to swim. but it was just pure luck and God that got me through it.

I'm sorry. Just a little shell shocked at the moment. Like when I called Billy's mom because I couldn't find his number. And she told me he had died. And how. I just sat there. I didn't cry when I found out. Just sat there. The pain of losing him and knowing that no one else would ever get to hear him sing or watch him dance. Ever. It was like sitting  looking at a mountain, the enormity of it was just to big to comprehend. I could say the words. He's gone. But I just couldn't comprehend. Where did that lovely person go. How is it possible that such a person should just cease to exist.

I've only had that experience twice before. Once when someone I had known, someone who was just there and it seems would alway be there left. me

And

when my son died.

As near as I can explain it. It's like empty arms. Like you try to hug someone and they aren't there anymore. And all that you can do is just see it through.

One. Day. At, A. Time                    PERIOD

Only a period means a thought ends too. And people and memories of people just don't end like that. Not the ones that you truly love. Their memories are so much a part of who you are. It is as if evey molecule of them mixes in with every molecule of you. So they don't leave. And you never forget. No matter how much you try.

This isn't meant to be sad. You get on. You could lay there on the ground until the grass covers over you. You could. But then life calls and tells you to get up off yer duff and get going . Only this time. I don't have anywhere else to go.

I'll keep writing here. In this electronic vacume of electrons. A message in a bottle.

But the realist in me. The pragmatist. Says

I just might be the last of my kind.

The last dodo.

Have a good day. come back if you take a notion. I will miss you. Me.

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"But come Monday, it will be alright come Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight...."

I love that song (see I do have a romantic bone in my body). Not sure who wrote it, but Jimmy Buffet does a great job singing it.

Hang on. Will look it up.

Yep Buffet wrote it as well.

"...I've got my Hush Puppies on, guess I never was made for glitter rock and roll

Honey I didn't know, that I'd be missing you so-

But come Monday, it will be alright

Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight...."

(Side note: the next line talks about a "...brown LA haze...". Always thought that Buffet was singing "brownelly haze". Never could figure what that was until I looked up the words)

To me this song is one of the most romantic songs that I can think of. It reminds me of marriage. You go out in the world. Even after marriage, hopefully you still are the unique individuals that you were before marriage. You are you. Warts and all. And no matter the stuff of the rest of the world, at the end of the day, you go home to the person you love. The real them. The person who loves you. The real you. You both love the messy complicated parts of each other.

Valentine's day is coming soon. I usually find a "hurricane hole" to hide in until the holiday is over. This year I though I'd try something different. I thought I'd write about it.

I have been accused of loving my dog more than  my husband. And of not being romantic. Beg to differ here. I am romantic. Just like the Come Monday song. I'm just Hush Puppies* shoes romantic. Maybe I'm wrong.

What I want to know from you, dear reader,  is this----

What * is "romantic" anyway? How DO you know if you are in love? The kind that sticks, not the infatuation kind. What is the most romantic thing that someone has ever done for you?

(Must be a ghost in this machine. Something keeps eatting this post! For those reading, haven't changed the post just keep having to repost it for some reason.)

Editing note *

(* changed "...brown shoes romantic...." to "...Hush Puppies shoes romantic...." because the later just seemed to fit the lyrics of the song much better.)

And

(* changed "What the heck is romance...." to "What is romance...." The heck part seemed kind of harsh.)

Just so you know.

The following is a post for my husband.

Husband! You have  "accused me" of not liking you or Valentine's day. For shame! I like romantic gifts, kiddo. Love flowers and jewelry. Like romance as well. Romance me till I shout,"No more! I can not take one more drop of romance. I am filled up with it." No, I did not say I was full of it. I SAID, I was filled up with it. Yes, there is a difference. So if you like Valentine's day, like you say you do, I have a list of  "favorite sellers" on eBay who I'd like you to meet. 

Only 3 weeks till the big day. Bid early and often. And remember, you have to allow time for shipping.

Love, from your romantically inclined wife,

Me

 "Pretty Woman", the movie, is on the TV right now . You know the movie with Richard Gere and Julia Roberts.  Hard for me to watch that movie. Julia Roberts plucked up like Cinderella and transformed by Prince Charming, Richard Gere?   Now if it was Bella Abzug* that the prince plucks  for her mind, then hey, now you've got a story. But Cinderella as Julia Roberts? What's so difficult about that? Men have been doing that for ages. Plucking up beautiful women. Let me know when the woman isn't beautiful. Then you'll have a movie to watch.

I believe in the power of words.

The power of words to heal.

The power of words to hurt.

The power of words to clarify.

The power of words to screw stuff up.

But for all the power of words. They are not  more powerful than a pup teething. The power of that teething pup to chew through the power cord to the computer. Luckily, the power of the electrical company wasn't working, otherwise, I might be exploring the power of my veternarian right now.

So what did you miss. Ah, well, just the power of words. And since they are my words, from what I've been told, you haven't missed much.

To my favorite eBay seller in the world,

If you are reading this welcome.  I have met some lovely, nice folks on ebay. One of these lovely people is from England and has a shop here on eBay. He is I have to say one of my favorite sellers on eBay anywhere in the world. When I am glum and need a bit of cheer I go to his shop. Anyway, I hope that he is reading this and will post a comment. He seems, at least from my contact with him, to have a wonderful, fun, sense of humour. And if this were feedback he be a "highly favorite seller".

Please sit and chat a bit when you can. We here would be most honoured with your visit.

Best regards,

Iron.

Just thought I'd welcome everyone reading this blog. There will be changes to this blog as we go along. We're learning. Thank you for your kind comments and help. It is very much welcome. If anyone is interested in alittle background of how we got to this point, the very first post called "site under construction... wait that's not right" is an "Indy 500" drive through of our life and how we got here. Very stream of  consciousness that post. But you get a very good idea of this particular life journey. It's been a real trip. Also, please note that we will be changing the ebay Me space in bit as a result of a readers comments.

So folks, welcome. I'm in an out of here during the day. So post a comment maybe we could chat a bit. If I don't respond immediately, I'm out, but come back and I will either have posted a response or visited with you at your site to say hello.

Oh! One unfortunate event! Jax is beginning to suspect there is a pill in his peanut butter. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this is an anomaly. But with Jax you just can't tell.

Dog's smart.

Don't worry playnice. You haven't imagined things. Changed this post. I'm going to take your advice about sprucing up the Me section of this blog. Thank you for the advice. I started to delete the whole thing but didn't want to delete your kind post. So just changed it to this message to you as to why the post looked different. Thanks.

Hurrah!!!! Have found Jax's "spoonful of sugar" to help the antibiotic go down. Peanut butter! I was thinking about what you guys said on an earlier post. I used to mix up Mae and Jane's chow with peanut butter when they were nursing. It helped add calories until I could come up with a food additive. It worked great. I coated the capsule with smooth peanut butter. First, I kind of "primed the pump" with tablespoon of the stuff. Then I fed Jax the peanut butter covered capsule. And he ate it! I was happy. Jax was happy (as much as he could be under the circumstances). And it worked! Thanks for the inspiration.

Well everyone has had a run, a poop, and something to eat and drink. Think I'll do the same.

Keep warm thoughts.

Iron @ 12dogs