tatoo?

I have been thinking about getting a tatoo of my mom's signature- just her first name-- as a reminder of her strength, determination and love. Not sure where I want to put it. I keep thinking my wrist or arm- shannon sez my ankle so I can cover it if I want to. I suppose I could just get a nice pc of jewlery hmmmm.

I need to send Karol my ring. that's all for now.

Green is out of Control

When my oldest was in second grade the class assignment was to write poetry about colors. Of course I still have the book he wrote but also the memories. My favorites are : You can feel purple in a field of violets and green is out of control.

That son lives in NY now, Brooklyn to be exact. I plan to visit this year. Aiming for september. He's a busy guy. Has a girlfriend that lives in Manahattan that I've never met. A job with the rainforest alliance that has meaning and challenge for him. I'm delighted that he is chasing his dreams.

A solid week of rain. You want lakes? you gotta have rain. Today the sun shines at last. I can tell Michigan is trying to kiss and make up now. Remind us of why we love her. I sometimes forget that there are so many other places in the world that are as blue and green as our MI.

I am finishing school before my hair goes all the way gray. sheez took me long enough. I have been in toolworld for so long I am ready to pursue women and gender studies. I'm pretty confident there won't be a single stupid ass engineer in the room. Linear thinking bastards. Automotive has proven to me that women are still the supports and men the decoration.

Totally New Ok?

2009- I'm bloggin! there goes my virginity ( again). Took awhile to come up with a catchy title but there really are only three kinds of people in this world.

here's what you really need to know about me: i am so new to this blog business that I'm guessing my grandpa knew more about weed than i do about blogs.
CONFESSION: I have never read or written any type of blog before now
it sure seems like an easy place to vent all this pent up craziness in my head. not sure if that's what blogging if for tho. seems like there may be a tendency to come off like a Xmas newsletter pile of bullshit. As if, anyone EVER reads a Xmas newsletter a believes one word. Mine would go something like this:

Happy Holidays

Well we're sameo sameo... still worried as fuck about retirement, nuclear war and 2012. The kids are all still extending their adolescents as long as possible. Looking forward to a new grand baby next year... finally someone guaranteed to be smarter than it's know it all parents. No one went to jail this year but that's just cos no one got caught!!! Hope you and yours aren't dreading next year too much... may you keep your job and home and healthy insurance. Peace-

I don't even send out Christmas cards anymore, much less newsletters. I like to tell myself I've saved a couple of trees.

Speaking of saving trees I am seriously interested in green funerals. I think it's the wave of the future. Gonna learn more about it and I'll write more after I learn more unless I die before I get a chance. Then at least I died a blogger.

Thanks for reading this. I hope I made you feel comparatively healthy and sane. Oh and Merry whatever.