Uplifting Celestial Musings

Well I was taking a walk and was looking at the marvelous clouds when the sun has just set. I think they are so beautiful. I remember that when I was a little younger that perhaps God lets dead people in heaven paint the sky for him. Like maybe Picasso is up there making skys. Or your relative. I nice and friendly thought I guess. I wanna make a sky! That'd be cool. Like the ones where it is late at night and the clouds are cirlce around the moon, and it feels so otherwordly, and kind of creepy I'd love to do that.

Close Encounter of the Fuzzy Kind

 



Well, I had an intersting Adventure today. I was taking a walk, and get an idea that maybe this abandoned house thats about a mile from ours has an attic, and if it does, well then perhaps there is something interesting up there. I had already explored all the house but the basement and the possbile attic. The basement had a funny smell that perhaps was a critter's home so I decided it would be wise to not disturb him. After all how would you feel if a stranger decided to take a tour of your house and barges in without asking. Not good, and besides this fellers teeth are sharper then yours! So I pack up some gear. A rope, binoculars, a lanter, some water, and of course my trusty walking stick that is quite stout in order to ward off unknown terrors! I trek down the road until I get to a dirt road of sorts. (if it can be called a road, maybe just a dirt path) but its as wide as a road. On either side is corn. Its taller then me, and hot in there. It already has an otherwordly feel. So after about a quarter of a mile I get through it, and get to the shelter belt. On one side is the OLD trees and the other side are trees that are like 5 years old. Quite a contrast. It feels safe here. So I follow the road all the way around the back and the side of the house. Then I enter what used to be the front door. Used to be cause its gone now. I go in, but be careful because the floor is weak and has huge gaping holes in some spots, that lead directly down to the basement. Which is riddle with many unknown and bulky objects best left alone. Its also very very dark. The house has no windows but has rectangular holes where they once were. So sun is pouring in. There is nothing in here really but some plaster and indiscernable bits of refuses scatter throughout.  I peer through a hole in the wall to the other room... nothing! A hole in the floor prevents me from going into it. I am inter the kitchen, and the room perhaps was a bedroom. To get to it you had to go the living room and then there. The living room has a big hole. In the kitchen is a  very very step stairway leading where else but upstairs. I have been up here. I see cracks in the stairs dont think its a good idea to walk on them. So I reach way up to a secure ledge and pull myself up there with my arms. Directly left of me I enter what I percieve to be a child's bedroom. This room has always fascinated me. Because on the wall in gray and red garishly painted letters it says Margo Room and the below it has indiscernable design. The paint was allowed to drip down from the letters and has a fealing as if it was written in distress. On the floor is a beer bottle. Probably left from when the senior kegers had graced the house with their drunken presense. The last vestiges of a fire pit can be seen outside littered with beer bottles. Accusing them of their deeds and trespassing upon this ancient and perhaps haunted place. The keggers did not stay for long. Perhaps the ghost of Margo had driven them away in terror. I go across the small hallway into a nother room. This one is of no interest except for a swallow dive bombed me, and there are perhaps twenty broken nests on the floor and 3 or 4 new ones. There is a gaping hole in the floor to the last room which must be the "master bedroom" of its time. It looks very treaterous. I am determined to get across. In a giant closet I remember from last visit there is straw, food dishes a giant leg bone of some kind, and a dead black furry thing that is comparable to a big dog. It was chained up round the neck to the wall, but it was to dark to see anything else. This time however I have a lantern. So I set down my bag, and take out my rope. I look up wards. There is also a gaping hole in the ceiling. Reveiling that there is no attic, yet there is a small space up there thats about a foot tall. There are 2X4s running crossways in the space. I test them, and find them to be sturdy. I double up my blue rope and attach it to the 2X4s. I swing a cross. I forget my walking stick so I swing back to get it. Now I am in the door entrance. There is a board that runs on the bottom of the door. I test it and find is solid. There is another hole infront of the closet. I walk on the side of it and stand in the doorway. I can see a little more. The closet is bigger then I thought. Running the whole length of the master bedroom. Its covered in straw and ancient doo doo. It doesnt smell though. I wonder what they kept in here. COulda been a werewolf. HEHE. I shine the light where the monster had been. The bone, chain and the black form is gone! It was dead of couse so it didn't escape. Perhaps another big animal carried it away. I dunno. So When I 1st came at the back of the house I smelled strong odor of an animal. I wanted to peak out the window and see if I could see anything. I got halfway there and seen a gaping hole in the ceiling. The hole in the floor was keeping me hostage. AHH! Up in the ceiling halfway hidden was a GIANT racoon. I screamed a naughty word and ran back to the hole I had swung over. In my fright I easily cleared the pitfall. Grabbed my bookbag fully of my stuff shoved the stuff I had on me back in there threw that out the window. Jumped down the stairs grabbed my book bag them I calmed down.  When I was able to think clearly I remebered how cute the coon was. He had fluffly doglike ears that stood erect and very adorable facial features. IT was fluffly. It just sat there and really didn't take no interest in me. Although he was looking straight at me. He never made a move to attack or snarled. Then I noticed my butt was wet! Wait hold it! Not what you were thinking. In the fall from the 2nd story window my water bottle's cap had came undone and had soaked my book bag. I took out my lanter fast. Ugh! Oh well at least I am alive and unharmed. But what a sissy spaz I am. Oh well. I almsot want a pet racoon now, They are so cute. HEHE. So the moral of the story is scarry things lurk in old houses!

Toilet Paper Blues

Well Yesterday I used the last of our TP. So I was you know, mad cause we didnt have any. Of couse its in the morning, and I was leaving, but andy was home. HAHA he probably will have to go #2 at least once, and there was none. But wait whats this I found a role in my glove compartment. HAHA I decided to ransom each sheet for an astronomical sum like 5 bucks for 10 sheets. Torture him... well you know there is also burn weed and thistles if he gets desperate so its not like I am being mean or something like that! HEHEHEHEHE.

The Stewing Squirrel

Lamb Chops: You know what they say about angry bakers?

Sexy Squirrel: Derr ERR Ummm Gosh No!

Lamb Chops: They make make a mean cookie!

Toucan Pam: Roooook Koo Koo!

Sexy Squirrel: What an imbecile! Even the parrot thinks your dumb.

Err Brain Broke

I was driving home from watertown today, and I drive by this tree with a miniture horse or donkey or something tied up to it. I think to myself, what a pretty bunny. Then a few seconds later I figure out my mistake and start laughing insanely... Maybe there is something wrong with me... naw! Hey look at that cute little bird... mooooooooo ahhhhhhhhh hey dont bite me there! AHHHHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHHHH! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. IM BEING MAULED BY A TWEETY COW! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! kERSPAT!

You know... I think you rarely will ever see the total genuine person below the surface... We all have certain things we hide. Sometimes we will hide most of ourselves, and put on a front people see because we are insecure. Its only to protect ourselves. So that we don't get burned... even maybe to family. No one really seems to understand me. I am different. I have strange ideas. I don't think like most people. When I tell them what I think deep down, my ideas are met with hostility. They are instantly dismissed, and not even considered. I guess its hard to accept other views then your own. Therefore Its hard for me to show my true self. Sometimes I will reveal part of myself to someone, but then after this bit of trust just to test the waters I have to retract back so I don't get burned. I used to be shy, and it has been a very difficult and frustrating path coming to where I am today. The reason was because I was different. People hate different I guess. Maybe you just have to accept that people are going to burn you and you just have to give it all out to them. I dunno. There is only one person who does understand me. I have shown her everything. I have taken her into my confidence and revealed so much to her that no one else has ever seen. I trust her entirely. She is the only one. Not my friends not my family. Some things I can't hardly admit to myself, yet I can tell her. Tammy if there ever was anyone who could complete me it would be you. I mean how often do you ever find anyone who you can actually trust? I would give her everything. And then some. I don't do it because she gives me happiness and I simply want more. Its because she shows me so much love that I don't deserve, I feel she deserves it. I love you. Its something beyond love... Love really doesn't convey the emotion... its more then that... Its devotion and trust. Just whenever you have a problem or something goes wrong you would tell them cause they will listen. They care. Its something beyond words. Divine. Tammy I love you... Wholly and Totally. All I can say is Thank You.

The Gray Area Between Lunacy and Genius

Garland Green: Now you're just talking semantics. What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?