OH PLEASE! WHO THINKS OF THIS?

Do you know how many questions you answer in a day? How many do you ask? More than you think you betcha....I can't keep up! What's your religion? What's a desktop? Did you know you could text a phone from your computer? I didn't!

One time I told a guy he couldn't call me on my cel phone because my minutes were limited. And he called my on my computer! That freaked me out! Why couldn't he just take a hint and figure out that I'm old and NOT INTERESTED?

I keep butting up against stuff like this all the time. Copy and paste was a nightmare to learn. I think my machine just isn't intersted in being cooperative. And it is a machine, no matter what I call it. Hell, it just recently revealed the mystery of taking pictures with my web cam and then posting to facebook or any where else for that matter. ....Hey, I'm not so sure it ain't magic!

One of my proudest moments was figuring out how to take pictures with my digital camera, downloading to my hard drive, and erasing the sd card WITHOUT loosing the pictures in that never never land that my computer steals stuff off to! I figured that out because of that little yorkie Sydni. She is such a ham that she thinks ALL pictures should be of her!

Do you know how to text? I don't. My friend Pattyann does and my little sister Kelly does and maybe everybody else in the world too! But not me....Pattyann is painful to instant message with, but she text messages at 90 miles an hour!
Hey, I can spell and texting is UNspelling. I need a translater!...HELP!!!

A Speech to My Dad

To those of you who have been following my blog for a while I will say ahead of time that this one will be very different.


My father and I have been estranged for many years. The whys and wherefores are no longer important. Everyone in my family that I've spoken with in the last few days has asked the same question and it's time to tell the straight truth, at least as I see it, and we all know that I over analyze everything.

So Dad...This one is for you.

My whole life i tried to be everything that everyone wanted me to be. I'm stupid about trying to do the right thing, even if it kills me. All I ever wanted was your approval, and mom's, of course, but we all know that was never going to happen. We all loved her but I think that she never believed it. I don't think she thought she deserved to be happy. Sadly we could never convince her otherwise.

I left you, Dad and all I'd ever known because I was told to. And here's the stupid part, I'm just as hard headed as you are. Once, when I was small, you told me not to cause trouble between grown ups because kids could fight and kiss and make up and go play some more, but grown ups never made up...I never forgot that. Here's what the family never thought of....when the fight came down, I may have been the only grown up in the room, even tho we were ALL there. I remember asking, 'Are you SURE you want to say this to me of all people?' But it just kept on and I walked. I was told to leave and not come back, so that's what I did. And I'm stubborn. And I'm determined. And I wish now that I wasn't quite as much ME as I am.

Here's some more truth. When I left I stepped off into a whole other world. After a while I found that I didn't even speak the same language as the rest. Truckdriverese should have it's own dictionary. There is one focus, 'don't be late with the freight.' There is no life but the truck and your company and the next load and I had a talent for keeping my focus right where the company needed me to. It was the perfect escape and it makes us emotionally lazy. Is there something you don't want to deal with at home? Work until it goes away, and it will go away, one way or the other.

And here's yet, still, some more truth. All of those years that I went coast to coast and border to border, I looked for a man just like my Dad. Oh, I met literally thousands of men, even got to know a few, made a lot of friends. They never could figure out why they couldn't get close. The answer is both proud and embarrassing. There was not one single damn man out there who could measure up to my Dad.

I have told Dad stories to thousands, and even tho we didn't talk in all those years, I always loved you, it always showed, and you are famous.

MEET SYDNI

I have a friend that would say, in a situation like this,"Help! I've fallen down and I can't reach my beer!" That's pretty much how I'm doing, without the beer of course. No drinking for me! Just ask my Doc.

The problem is this: After I came home from running away I kept running into the print outs of my 360 blog. I just had a feeling that they wouldn't all transfer like yahoo said they would and boy was I right. The only ones that transferred were the ones I did after things started going south. None of the fun ones went like they were supposed to. But I had them printed out just in case, right?

Well, in all the mess of cleaning (see pics from previous posts) and arranging and worrying, I ran across them several times. And I kept telling myself that as soon as things got settled down a little I would re post them. You guys are going to love the 'Camp Fire' stories. A lot of people like the 'Wake Up Leroy' stories even better. Either way, they'll all get told again, even if I have to make them up all over again.

Tonight, I'll tell you about Sydni. Last Sept. my little yorkie Babideau got killed. It took me a long time to get over it and even with everything that has happened, loosing her hit me the hardest.

A few weeks ago I had to make one of my rare trips to town. The whole trip was a wasted dead end. BUT I made a stop at the local truck stop for a paper and something to drink before I headed on back. In that paper I saw an add for yorkies. Before I even read it I knew it would do me no good, but I never learn. Anyway, there was a breeder across the state line in Oklahoma who woke up one morning and decided she had had it! She was just going to sell out. The dogs were selling at $100 and $150. The way the add was worded I could tell that she wanted to sell only to other breeders.

I missed Babideau so much, but I'd been checking yorkie prices on the internet and the dogs that came even close to Babideau are running from $1200 to $1500. I couldn't help myself, I tried to call but of course, got a machine. Oh well, I tried.

That night I got a call from the breeder! Surprise! And, yes, she was trying to sell to breeders, but if I liked I could come by and see if there wasn't just the perfect dog for me. And there was! If anything she's even smaller than Babideau and her name is Sydni. I'd love to tell you she's a perfect angel, but she's just like every other animal I've ever had.....it's my fault if it rains or if the cat doesn't like her. Oh! I forgot to say, she loves Sox. She kisses his face every chance she gets. He thinks it's totally undignified, and hides in the room that used to be my library most of the time.....well except when it rains, then he comes out and gripes at me just like she does....Sheesh, they're never satisfied!...lol