Embrace the Bacongal, and what ever I'm itching to say !

I'm working night shift right now, and Riddick is working days. And because of the distance that each of us commutes and the different start times, we do not see each other at all for three days. Yes that's right I said, THREE DAYS! It's hell, utter newly wed, no sex hell. So a moment ago I texted Riddick and said "Talk to me, I'm lonely" Riddick's reply: "I'm sweating like a fat girl writing her first love letter" Just a peak into my life

I'm adopted. I was adopted privately, some would call it a "gray market" adoption because I wasn't sold, and it was legal, but I was never a ward of the state. Meaning my biological mother and my adoptive parents both met seperately with the same attorney, who arranged it all. They never met each other, and they were originally connected by the doctor who had to tell my Mom that she would never have a baby, and who was the doctor of my biological mother. How it all came about is actually a long and beautiful story of kindness and faith, but I'll tell it another day. When I met my biological mother in 1993, she did not hold back on details of my conception or birth. She was in college dating a Iranian man, here on a student visa. She became pregnant and he wouldn't marry her. He, Ali, wanted to return to Iran and knew that wasn't the life for her. There's alot you can say about a Muslim man having fun with a Catholic girl in 1972, but I believe t...

Riddick and I where watching a History channel show on "The Seven Deadly Sins". It gave a partial history, and dropped the fact that there were originally 8 deadly sins listed in the 4th Century by monk Evagirus Ponticus. And than the show just went on to say that 200 years later Pope Gregory I shortened the list to 7. Well that just wasn't enough for me, I had to know what sin fell off the list. So off to the internet I went, because we all know that all things you read on the internet are true (large wink and sarcasm here) Surprisingly Pope Greg removed......wait for it.... FORNICATION That's right the original 8 were: Gluttony Fornication/Lust Greed Despair Wrath Acedia Vainglory Pride Pope Gregory removed Fornication, folded despair in with Acedia, changing vainglory to pride and adding envy, to come up with what we have now. Gluttony Greed Wrath Envy Pride Sloth (Acedia) Extravagance So there you have it. According to Pope Gregory, Lust and fornication, f...

1~How big is 25 pound of feed? What I meant to say is how much room would it take up in my car 2~What color is a Rhode Island Red? Ok Ok for pete's sake, I didn't know the blasted thing was actually red!

Jungle Judy: My former green Subaru Forester, she rocked Butt-crack of dawn: What Riddick calls 4AM Suck Wagon: any bicycle that isn't as cool as mine IAD: I'm a dork My Loyal Subject: Riddick

April 5, 2008 my darling Dad died. He died suddenly and unexpectedly while doing yard work. I spoke at his funeral. I was scared to do so, not being a big fan of public speaking, but there were things that needed to be said, that only I could do. One of the things I talked about what that everyday of my life I try to be like my Dad was. He had a gift of kindness and he shared it with the world. In the past two years I have focused what my parents taught me into three life rules Love like you mean it~Love is very powerful and can change the world around you Live like you mean it~This isn't a new age statement about staying in the moment, it means to be happy and grateful for who you are and where you are in life Pray like you mean it~That's what all of us should be doing! So it's LLYMI, LLYMI, PLYMI

I bought a movie on Itunes the other day. It was very hot here, in the 99-100 degree range, which is not normal for the Portland area. We get about 5-7 days a year that are in the high 90's and they make news. So I was very tired of sitting in the living room with girl and boy kidlet, watching the 9,000th episode of SpongeBob or some such other nonsense and retreated to my bedroom. I wasn't mad or irritated, just needed some space to sprawl. So I cranked the ceiling fan up and laid down on the bed in the dark to watch some television. I found a movie that I remember watching as a 12 year old. "Author, Author", it's a Al Pacino film about a father with a mixed bag of kids/step kids who is also a play write. I loved it. It gave me that homey safe feeling of being a kid again. I loved the early 80's fashions, and the chance to remember the feel and smell of my parents house on rainy afternoons after school. But than the pickings got a little slim, so I ...