Time drifts by with each passing day, it has been a little easier but many questions remain, whether or not I get them answered only the heavens will know that . Secondly how important is it that I do get those answers. That is what I ask myself and do that daily. I am a Captain's daughter, a LT Colonels granddaughter, I have always asked questions, as I was told as a young child no question is ever stupid and if you wish to learn then one must ask......So for me whether or not I like the answers I need to know. It will be my closure
The messages are always enlightening they tend to lean towards the "I am a victim" they always end with some silly childish saying like "See ya wouldn't want to be ya !" They ramble on and on incoherent at times and fade in and out , they are saved for posterity and provide some humor I must admit. Let's be realistic here, who in their right mind unless we are 16 years old actually does this type of behavior? They now arrive in waves, usually on a Friday afternoon the phones begin to ring and the messages get left. We have seen the pattern and now it is my cocktail hour ! Who knew such dribble could be so entertaining ! O.K. let's be honest here going so far as to go to Wal-Mart buying a Cubic Zircon then telling people it an engagement ring is borderline scary!! Do you all not agree? Each day I look for the LIFETIME cameras!! I mean I do have a sense of humor but that is where I need to draw my lines in the sand ~Do you not see some type of psychotic behavior in that ~ and you all thought is was me right? I find humor in the strangest places ~ if you cannot laugh at yourself then truly you need a retreat on a foreign island.
Granted my level of comfort has been rocked, the house that was left to me is no longer the safe haven to some degree that I have come to embrace after a long day schleeping around in the city. I hear the warriors cry SELL SELL they chant in my ear ~WHY WHY WHY I retort ~~ I have the best of both worlds, easy access to three major hubs ( for those of you who know where I reside that is not one of the hubs trust me ). I am afforded the peacefulness of relaxing on a sumer day watching the little guys play in the ball field . The garden I love to play around with and watch the huge orange squash blossoms open in the early morning mist and walking the dog over to my grandfathers bridge, watching the river flow past below me gazing at the wide moutain ranges, my happy place that will never be taken away from me.........
The messages are always enlightening they tend to lean towards the "I am a victim" they always end with some silly childish saying like "See ya wouldn't want to be ya !" They ramble on and on incoherent at times and fade in and out , they are saved for posterity and provide some humor I must admit. Let's be realistic here, who in their right mind unless we are 16 years old actually does this type of behavior? They now arrive in waves, usually on a Friday afternoon the phones begin to ring and the messages get left. We have seen the pattern and now it is my cocktail hour ! Who knew such dribble could be so entertaining ! O.K. let's be honest here going so far as to go to Wal-Mart buying a Cubic Zircon then telling people it an engagement ring is borderline scary!! Do you all not agree? Each day I look for the LIFETIME cameras!! I mean I do have a sense of humor but that is where I need to draw my lines in the sand ~Do you not see some type of psychotic behavior in that ~ and you all thought is was me right? I find humor in the strangest places ~ if you cannot laugh at yourself then truly you need a retreat on a foreign island.
Granted my level of comfort has been rocked, the house that was left to me is no longer the safe haven to some degree that I have come to embrace after a long day schleeping around in the city. I hear the warriors cry SELL SELL they chant in my ear ~WHY WHY WHY I retort ~~ I have the best of both worlds, easy access to three major hubs ( for those of you who know where I reside that is not one of the hubs trust me ). I am afforded the peacefulness of relaxing on a sumer day watching the little guys play in the ball field . The garden I love to play around with and watch the huge orange squash blossoms open in the early morning mist and walking the dog over to my grandfathers bridge, watching the river flow past below me gazing at the wide moutain ranges, my happy place that will never be taken away from me.........
