Wednesday, October 22, 2008


when i read paula's comment about my daughter's picture when she was 3, i had to laugh. no, not AT you paula, but AT what you said, lol. you said she looked like a movie star, well, she was, lol..........actually, still is. she played john lithgow's daughter in "traveling man", a made-for-hbo movie. the picture that i put on my journal is one of her "contact" shots. she and i both did a lot of extra work back then. i was in a movie with peter coyote and my daughter sat next to me during the whole shoot, playing with her dolls and behaving, even though she wasn't supposed to even be in the movie. i was just someone in the courtroom while a trial was going on. my daughter behaved so well she was asked by tess harper, one of the main actresses, to come to her dressing room, where she gave her a cookie, some coke, and an autograph. funny, my daughter doesn't even have a clue who tess harper is, today.

i was in several commercials as an extra, as well as a mick jagger movie shot at atlanta motor speedway. easy work, good catered food and good pay........but sometimes long hours. the courtroom shot took 8.5 hours to shoot and it lasted only 4 minutes in the movie.........but heck, i got $75 and some great food.

two days before i was supposed to be evicted from my home i got a call from our agent to be in another movie, but i was too wrapped up in trying to get my stuff moved out to be able to go. i would have actually had a speaking part, as an older italian woman in the apartment next to where a murder took place. big

my daughter had lots of little friends too, that were actresses. one of them did a grass seed/fertilizer commercial that paid her residuals on up till she went to college. a couple of her older friends, teenagers, were in the locally shot tv show, IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT. i had copies of all their work and hers, but i have no idea where it is now. i hope it is still in my storage unit where so much of my belongings still reside.

the most embarrassing thing that ever happened, though, was when she was in TRAVELING MAN. when we met john lithgow before the shoot, i asked him if he would let my daughter sit in his lap and take a picture of them. he said it was fine. well, my husband and i had taught her to never sit in a stranger's lap, especially a man's lap, so when i tried to get her to sit there, she screamed bloody murder. i kept apologizing to mr. lithgow, and he said he understood, since he had children of his own.

it wasn't a glamorous life, but it was fun while it lasted. it all started when my daughter won the title of "little miss georgia" at age 3. one of the prizes was a year's modeling/acting contract with a local agency. they kept us really busy for that year, and even for half the next year. then, it was all over..............sigh.

so, we had our 15 minutes of fame............yeah.........right, lol.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


In an earlier entry I mentioned the fiasco that happened between myself and my “Christian” co-worker. Even though we have worked together since that day, she has said little to me. We have been cordial, but nothing like it used to be when I first started working there.

Yesterday (Monday), when all of us were leaving after work, another co-worker asked me not to drive off yet, the “Christian” co-worker had something for me, a card. I waited and she came out and handed me a small greeting card, in a small envelope, addressed to me. She had put a return address label on the back as if she were going to mail it. I waited till I got home to read it. It was an apology for hurting my feelings that day. She said it was totally uncalled for and she was sorry. It was signed, Love, *****. It meant a lot to me for her to do that. I wasn’t sure what the whole thing was about in the first place. I wrote her a note in response, saying I accepted her apology and that if we had any problems in the future with each other that we should stick to the agreement we made awhile back to sit down and discuss the problem, together, in private, and try to work it out. I gave her the note today. She hasn't made any comment about it, but before I gave it to her, she hugged me and told me again that she was sorry and that it would never happen again. I guess if you just let truth and goodness prevail, it will all work out.

I was sleeping in this am because I wasn't scheduled to come into work till noon. Around 9:15 am, my cell phone rang. It was my boss and I answered it. He wanted me to come in early, or, as soon as I could get there. So much for sleeping in. I ate breakfast, then went to work. I was only 30 minutes later than I usually am when I am scheduled at 10 am. Sigh.

My day went fairly well. Several of my favorite customers came in and we had good conversation. I was even treated with respect by the other co-workers. It felt really good. When I went to lunch, one of the community service girls was having her lunch as well. She is a sweet 18 year old who was caught fighting in high school with another girl and ended up having to do community service. She and I chatted while we ate and then she suddenly looked down at her phone, put her head in her hands and started crying. She said she had gotten some bad news. I asked what happened, did someone pass away, or something like that and she wouldn't tell me, just cried harder. I got up and hugged her and told her that if she wanted to talk to me, I would be glad to listen. She cried for some time, then said she wished she could talk to her mother, but they didn't have a good relationship. After a few minutes she stopped crying and asked could she really talk to me about what it was. I told her she could and I would keep it private and try to help her work whatever it was out.

She then told me that she had gone to her doctor and had gotten a letter from them telling her she had Chlamydia (sp) but it was treatable. She was upset with her boyfriend for giving it to her, since she had not been with anyone else. But then the nurse had called from the doctor's office to tell her that the tests also showed she had genital Herpes. She started crying hard again, like her life was over. I told her that the world wasn't going to end. The condition was not curable, but it was treatable and she could live a fairly normal life. I tried really hard to reassure her that her life was not over. I did tell her that she needed to have a real heart to heart with the boyfriend, and then either put him on "probation" to regain trust in him, or dump him. I would have loved to get my hands on him, and I don't even know him. Cheating jerk!!

She seemed to feel better after our talk, but I gave her my cell number and told her if she ever needed to talk, please call me.

I felt so badly for her. But God put me there to counsel her and to hug her and assure her that her life was still worth living. I just hope she makes better decisions in the future.

When I got home on Monday from work, there was a letter on my stair post. It was too early for the electric bill from the landlord, so I had no clue what he would be writing me about. Our rent is paid up, as well as the power bill, so WTH? When I opened it, he was telling us that the gas company was going to come on Friday between 12 noon and 4 pm to turn on the gas and light the furnaces. I didn't have the gas turned on last year and did just fine, but he is insisting it be turned on this year, AND has gotten a 15% lower rate by going with a 6 month contract. SIX MONTHS??!! I don't even use it during the winter, so why would I want to use it during the spring?? Sheesh. So I have to pay an extremely high gas bill even though I won't be using it that much. Electric space heaters while I am at home work fine for me. I was scheduled to work on Friday, but now I have to be home. I am not letting my landlord into my place without me there. So much for me getting extra hours this week. Now I will have to be off Thursday AND Friday.

I have only had wifi tonight for about 2 hours, so am trying to catch up on blogs. It appears that almost all of the blogs I have listed on my sidebar have updated today some time, so I have a lot of reading and commenting to do. But I wanted to get this entry in while I still had a wifi signal.

The sweet older lady who sometimes volunteers at the Salvation Army, who recently lost her husband and was in a rehab center for a skin disease, came by today, walking with her walker and looking really good. I feel bad I haven't been by to see her lately. Her granddaughter-in-law brought her over. I guess I will have to go and visit her this coming Sunday. I made her a lap afghan for Christmas, but I guess I can take it over to her now, since it is beginning to get cooler outside.

Since it has gotten cooler, well, colder, outside, my cat has been sleeping on the heating pad. Spoiled brat, lol. Last night she couldn't decide whether to sleep on it, or push me off the bed by laying right on top of me.

I guess I better try to save this and post it before I can't. I have more to post, but will do so in another entry.


Sunday, October 19, 2008


i have decided to have a journal dedicated to just poetry and short stories. i don't know how successful it will be, but i needed somewhere public to post these "visions of my soul" for others to read, consider, and comment. they have been sitting in a private, offline journal for over 2 years and i figured it was time for them to "come out of the journal closet".

be forewarned that a lot of these poems are from dark moments in my life. hopefully i will find some that reflect happier times. i am now happy in my life and feel that these poems of my emotions and feelings of yesteryear cannot hurt me. they do, of course, bring a tear or two, reflecting on sadder times in my life.

please take your time, read, reread, and take what you want or need from each.

Saturday, October 18, 2008





most of the readers i have now did not know me when i started blogging in 2004. several have passed on to their reward. i came across the following entry from saturday, august 14, 2004. i had forgotten i had opened up this way, even back then. i remember so little of my past, especially my childhood. rereading this after 4 years brought back a few memories, most not good ones. but each memory is a part of me, part of what has made me into whatever i am today, good or bad. i thought i would share this snippet of my life with my new readers. if you prefer not to read entries like these, just let me know by comment or by email. they are all in my SEDUCTION OF LIFE journal if anyone wishes to dig into the archives.

ever wish you had a small peephole into your future? ever wish God would send an occasional email as to what tomorrow will hold? ever wish you would get visions of things to come, and be provided with the strength to face them?

my life hasn't always been the way it is now. i grew up in a upper middle class family, consisting of a mother, father and me. though i didn't appreciate it much at the time, my father worked 6 jobs to make sure we had the nicest things, and that my mother had the latest appliances. yes, my father was one of those men who thought birthdays and Christmas were for appliance giving......poor mother.

i never had to really do much in my childhood as long as i studied hard and kept up my grades, and did a few household chores. for some reason, still not clear to me, i have shut out the memories of my childhood, other than an occasional flash back when something in the present jogs my memory. i do remember my father and i never got along, even though my first and middle names put together mean "father's queen". i also remember snippets of his beating me, and verbally abusing me. one of the worst memories i have is when i was about 7, my mother made me apologize to my father for something i felt i didn't do, and he wouldn't put down the paper to look at me, and when i told him i was sorry, he told me in a very angry tone he didn't want to hear my apology. that hurt me pretty bad, since it took all my strength to apologize in the first place.

you see, my father was not a very nice man. and, though we should never speak ill of the dead, i feel i must address this here. he was placed in an orphanage as a small boy, even though he had two parents who were married at the time. he grew up in the orphanage, with money being sent to them from his mother, for help in his upkeep. she would visit occasionally. when he was 14, he ran away from the orphanage and hitchhiked across the southeast. he stopped in some small southern town and lied about his age to the owner of a diner, similar to the waffle house of today, and landed a job as dishwasher. eventually he became a cook.

there was a story i remember him telling me about this woman, who came into the diner, and asked for two eggs, over easy, bacon, fried potatoes, grits and toast, with coffee. he prepared the meal just as he had numerous other times for other people, and the waitress took it to the woman at the counter. the woman called back the waitress, and told her that the eggs were way too hard, and the waitress sent them back. my father fixed two more, a little less done, and returned them to the waitress. upon receiving these latest eggs, the woman told the waitress, nope, still too hard. the waitress returned them to my father once again, and he muttered something, but cooked two more eggs, and this time, he redid all the other food too, so that it would all be hot. the woman took the plate, cut into the eggs, and told the waitress the cook must be an idiot, for the eggs were still not over easy, and she sent them back. my father, quite angry by this time, cracked two raw eggs on the plate with the potatoes, bacon and toast, walked out to the counter, sat the plate in front of the woman himself, and said, eat, or get out. the funny thing is, i actually don't remember ever hearing the ending to that story. but we can all assume what she did.

my father had a lot of anger in him. i am sure he had every right to be angry, but he never had a way to vent his anger in a positive way, thus, when i came along, he vented it on me.
my father did work hard for his family. we never did without. well, without material things. we hardly ever saw him except when we took vacations. but vacations were a wonderful thing around my house. we would pack and prepare for them a week before the event, and would always go somewhere exciting. well, to me it was exciting. the mountains, the beach. in 1972, the year before my mother died, we went to toronto, canada, up through the states and around the great lakes, and returned back down the coast through niagra falls, new york (oh, yeah, forgot to mention, we lived in georgia). a very obese friend of my mother's, sarah, went with us. she couldn't keep up with us in new york, and the subways there are fast........doors open, you have to be on, and out of the way, and they close, and off you go. we all made it on, sarah didn't. had to wait for her to get there on the next train, lol. we didn't know on this trip that both sarah and my mother were carrying a time bomb.......cancer. my mother died the very next year in january, right after my birthday. sarah died a couple of years later.

my father would also take the family, and other relatives, like uncle emmett, on weekend trips. uncle emmett always said he never knew whether to pack a bathing suit or fur coat, for my dad never planned these weekenders. just got up about 4 am on a saturday morning, and packed a few things, and headed out. drove my mother crazy, lol. heck, i didn't care. it was fun.

but though my father tried to do his best to provide for his family, he just held too much emotion and anger inside to be a good father and husband. my parents were not "touchy feely" people, so there weren't a lot of hugs and kisses, and "i love you's" spoken. it was as if the "love" was supposed to be understood. my father must have had a lot of bad days at his many jobs, for when he would come home late at night, he would either go straight to bed, or i would hear him having words with my mother. sometimes, if i were up still, i would catch it.

i remember once, probably in the late 60's or early 70's, my father came home from work late, about 11 pm. mother and i both had been cleaning house all day. i remember specifically because i was really really tired. my father stepped inside the carport door into the kitchen, and felt some grit under his shoes. probably brought it in himself from the carport. he yelled something about how he hated coming home to a filthy house, and that two women at home should be fully capable of cleaning grit off a floor. he turned back around, slammed the door and stormed off in the car. he allegedly spent the night at a hotel near work, and went straight there the next morning. now that i am a mature adult i wonder what exactly was the motive behind that little tirade.

i guess my life wasn't too much different than a lot of other people's from that era, but when you live it yourself, you feel you are the only one on earth going through it all. i have never felt the urge to write about my past life publicly till now. i guess though i have written for years in a private paper journal, i felt the need to expose myself openly to the public. i hope no one rubs salt in the wounds, but if so, maybe that is the purpose of this journal.

i am going to stop writing for now. when i started this entry, the emotions, and the power i felt writing about this, were immense, and were compelling me to pen (or type) my thoughts. now, i feel sorta like the wind is out of my sails. i am going to take this slow, and that way i will hopefully remember more, and be able to get a lot of this out of my system. if i have bored you readers out there, sorry. but i guess this is something that has been a long time in the making.......something i really needed to do. bear with me, ok?


i just lost the second entry i have tried to put into my blog. this time i am going to save it to word before i click on save. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

i have spent at least 8 of the last 24 hours in front of this screen trying to pick out a cool background for my blog from THE CUTEST BLOG ON THE BLOCK. i was hoping for something with skulls and skeletons, but no luck on this site. i found one halloweeny looking background, but it had a witch flying through the moon, and i don't dig witches (nothing personal).

i changed backgrounds a couple of times and think i will stick with this one for now. there were so many to choose from..............WAY TOO MANY!!

i changed my SEDUCTION OF LIFE background last night and was very pleased with how it turned out. i even discovered how to change the font color and size, and all the other little bells and whistles. it brings back memories of when i started with aol. MEMORIES, LIKE THE ......
never mind, lol.

i have noticed that many blogs have added music. i have also noticed that this not only slows down the opening of the blog, but it doesn't play properly, at least on my computer. not sure if that is the way it is on everyone else's, but for me, it can be frustrating. one of the blogs had one of CCR's great hits, but it sputtered out at me in mini syllables, so i read, commented and left.

i am still being bombarded by fruit flies. i tried a solution of white vinegar and water, but that didn't phase them. if anyone has any tried and true solutions, please, email me..........or post a comment here.

i slept most of the last 2 days. i guess my diabetes is acting up. i took my sheets off the bed to change them and couldn't even stay up long enough to get the clean ones on the bed. i took a 4 hour nap on the fluffy mattress cover, no sheets or pillowcases.

it rained today, which was another reason i felt sleepy. it is supposed to be much cooler tomorrow and colder the next few nights. i guess i need to get out some long johns and comforters. i am not ready for cold weather.

my boss called me early early this morning, but i ignored the call. he left a message and i ignored that as well. i listened to it tonight around 10 pm, and all it said was for me to call him when i got the message. he and his wife would have loved me calling after 10 pm, lol.

back to work tomorrow, 9-5. not sure who is working with me, but i am going to behave myself and do my job, keep to myself, and go home. but it is SOOOO hard for me to keep my mouth shut, lol.

i am going to attempt to save this entry....................


Thursday, October 16, 2008


one of the amazing parts of losing our j-land journals and having to move to another home is finding entries we have forgotten about. i have noticed several blogs have old entries from their old aol journals. we shared them once with our online friends......some of those friends have moved on or have passed, so we meet new friends and share again.

when i read this little tidbit i remembered the day precisely. i was living in a rental house with an acre+ yard and it had been raining for over a week. (July 29, 2004)

tender, yet, tough..........
reaching toward the sky..........
higher......higher......higher yet........
out of control.............
shades of green.......
fuzzy heads, poof, gone...............
impressions from some unseen force...........
lazy mood...........
complaints..........none yet.........
but they're coming..................
sigh.................. won't cut itself.........gotta go mow the lawn................

(and all i had was a pushmower)


Wednesday, October 15, 2008


an internet friend sent this in an email. i thought i would share it with my blogger friends.

so what do i call my blogger friends.............B-Land???? lol.


not sure how i am going to handle the situation because i cannot keep quiet when i am angry or hurt. but i think i am just going to try the silent please, keep me in your thoughts as i try this endeavor.

of course, i am talking about work. with every single workday comes another chapter in the drama. and i am sick of it. sick to the bone. i work my butt off and get chastised, shunned, and talked about behind my back like i am some kind of common criminal, and all i do is come in on time, do my job to the best of my ability, ask for my breaks as allowed by law, and go home when it is time. i just don't get it. today i was having lunch and suddenly i was verbally attacked by the "resident Christian" co-worker for only God knows what. of course, after she attacked, i couldn't keep my mouth shut and had to make a comment. i said "well the diva's are at it again". then the real battle began and she hurt my feelings and angered me by saying the only reason she and the others were going out to eat under the tree at the picnic table was because i was in the breakroom and she didn't want to eat in the same room with me. WTH??!! where did that come from??? yesterday she was all smiles and jokes and happiness, and today she came in with a frown............or at least that is what the boss implied. he actually started the whole thing by asking her if she was ok, that she had looked unhappy all day. that is when she made the nasty comment that started me off. anywho.........her loss. i am a good person with a lot to offer in the way of friendship, and she is missing out on that. oh well, i am going to just ignore everyone at work except the community service workers who all flock to me because i don't treat them like dirt or dogs.

i like my job, mostly, and the benefits are fantastic, so i guess i will just shut up and let them all hang themselves, one by one.

i worked with a community service worker today that was really nice. she is in her 30's and has children, and is very smart. we got along fine, and she was also witness to the event between me and the other co-worker. so at least there were witnesses on all sides.

i work tomorrow, my third day in a row, and then i am off thursday and friday. i can't wait. i hope to have wifi access or i will have to go to the library to try to copy over my other 4 private journals to blogger. i hope to catch up on some reading of other journals tonight, but it all depends on how long i have the wifi signal.

oh, saturday i brought home a new computer monitor. my old one works fine, but it is a small screen. this is a much larger NEC monitor and i almost have to sit across the room to see it. it makes a great nightlight.........actually, a great reading light, lol. the monitor was supposed to be $9.99 plus tax, but i asked if i could bring it home to try it out first, and when i tried to pay for it yesterday, the very same co-worker who jumped me today told me i didn't have to pay for it. so i didn't, lol.

the shoulder i hurt back when i helped the downstairs housemate change her tire is really hurting tonight. i don't know what i did to it, unless it is because i slept wrong on it last night. i had lots of nightmares last night and barely remember any of them. something about ghosts in one of them. guess i am trying to get ready for halloween, lol. michael's birthday is coming up as well. one of my friends from when my daughter was a little girl is having a halloween party, but not sure if i want to go. everyone will be drinking heavily and i don't want to be the only sober one there. i REFUSE to be everyone's designated driver, lol.

i guess i better try to save this entry and publish it to the journal before i lose my wifi. hope it goes through................


Thursday, October 9, 2008


Well, here I am at the library, again. I wish I could get wifi all the time at home....sigh.

Thanks, Possum, for commenting on my journal. I am eagerly awaiting seeing a new entry from you soon. My kitty sits in front of the screen at home hoping it will come on and go to your journal. She isn't the brightest kitty, just really cute, lol.

I think I successfully transferred my complete aol journal over to Blogger. At least it appears to be complete. Most of the pictures survived and the entries seem to be intact, except for the ones that had a wide picture or wide copy of a document........they only came out in half. But I think I can rectify that when I change my format on my journal. So........if anyone wants to mosey over to the OLD journal, which is now on Blogger, it is as follows:

I will not be posting there any more due to starting a new journal on Blogger. But if you want to read some of my older entries, it is available to you.

I hope everyone is being able to transition easily. I tried to make my private journals public just to transfer them, but there was a problem with the transfer, so I made them private again. I guess I will just have to copy and paste them at a later date. I would hate to lose them.

I have bills to go and pay so will sign off. I don't have any pictures to post since I am at the library and not on my own computer. I will hopefully get wifi soon and will be able to do what I want to do on my journal.


Saturday, October 4, 2008


A friend from work sent me an email with the picture above included. There were 5 other "musical cats", but when I opened this one, I just couldn't stop laughing. I hope that the animation shows up on my journal. If not, you will not get the enjoyment out of it that I did.

Now, on to something with a bittersweet ending.

Last night I found out that our local food pantry was robbed 3 weeks ago. This food pantry services the entire Henry County area and about a year ago they moved to a huge warehouse facility that was donated to them. They have received enough donations from wealthy benefactors to purchase a large freezer and a huge truck to both haul and store foods until time for distribution. Some hooligans broke into the fenced in yard in back of the warehouse and tried to break into the building, but couldn't, so they managed to break into the truck, hot wire it, and proceed to steal it and all the food within. The theft was reported on the local news stations, the Atlanta area stations, local papers and the Atlanta Journal/Constitution. Not only did hundreds of people offer donations in way of money, but food as well. The amount that was in the truck was multiplied threefold so there was plenty for the next week's recipients. Then, the insurance company paid out enough on the stolen truck to purchase a bigger, brand new truck.....with refrigeration. AIN'T GOD GREAT???!!!

I mentioned last entry that my crown came off my tooth. I was so afraid it would be hurting by now, but so far I am in no pain. I called my free clinic today and asked for an appointment to get it fixed. Of course, since it is all on a volunteer basis, I had trouble convincing the lady on the other end of the line that I AM a dental patient already, even though she kept telling me they were not accepting new dental patients. I left a name and number and hope someone will contact me soon. I am planning on going to the drugstore tomorrow to see if there is any over the counter fixatives I can purchase and use until I can get it put back on properly.

I was perusing the blogs list over at Scream Quietly and came across a new Blogger blog titled Possum's Journal. It is a blog written from a cat's perspective. I think cat lovers or animal lovers of any kind would enjoy reading this journal.

I had to work today and since the weather has been so beautiful, people came out in droves to shop. We made over $1200 again today. For a thrift store, that is really good. After the rest of the staff went home and the newest employee and I were left by ourselves, I made another $300+ that will go toward tomorrow. The goings-on in the financial community as well as the gas crisis have caused people to be very careful about spending their money. But today it appeared they didn't care. The parking lot was full all day.

I had a run-in with a couple of my co-workers today before lunch, but when I came back from lunch they all acted like nothing had happened. One even invited me to come in tomorrow on my off day and have some birthday cake. I might..........

I better sign off here while I still have wifi and hope this will save. If the picture above doesn't have animation, enjoy the still pic until I can figure out how to make it work.


Friday, October 3, 2008



I posted once, but somehow lost it. Boy does that sound like AOL?? Actually, my title guffaw is at me. I spent 30 minutes looking for the way to post on my new journal. Then I looked at the top of my page and saw the "new post" option. DUH REGINA!! Actually, this new blog site isn't all that bad. I am having a few problems trying to figure it all out, but soon this blog will feel more like home than it did. I just hope all my journal friends from AOL journals will find me so we can keep in touch.

I just had something happen that I didn't need to happen, but have been expecting to happen. My crown came off my tooth. It doesn't least not yet. But I don't like it being off. And I have to work tomorrow and then there's the weekend. So I doubt if anything will be done until at least next week. Sigh.........

The weather is really nice here now. The nights are in the upper 40's to lower 50's and the days are lower to mid 70's. My kind of weather for sure. I have a feeling we are going to have a cold and wet winter.

TV angered me tonight...........well, I really cannot blame it on the TV, but I was all ready for the new season of CSI and instead...........Sarah and Joe. Oh well, I guess the debates are a necessary evil.

My wild kitties are mostly gone now except 3. Whitey, Blacky and Gray are the only ones around. I fed Whitey and Blacky today, but didn't see Gray. She is my favorite. She is still tentative in letting me near her at first, but then she is all over me when I feed her. She even lets me pick her up and love on her. She loves back.

I see some of my AOL journals buddies have found me over here at Blogger. I hope more are able to find me as well. I have visited a few of the new journals as well. I am just taking this all one day at a time.

I am going to close out this entry before i lose it again. If I think of anything else, I will post again.


Thursday, October 2, 2008


Due to an aohell breakdown...........I have begun a new chapter in journaling. I must admit I am addicted to my journals..........all 5 of my aol journals, public and private. Now I learn they will disappear if I do not attempt to save and transfer them. I will lose many online friends due to the aol decision to close down journals, which saddens me. Hopefully I will also meet numerous new friends during this transition. So, to all my old friends and acquaintances, I raise my imaginary glass to a long, inspiring and caring relationship on a new blog site. May there be many who tread upon these pages taking whatever they choose from my writings. Welcome to my new journal........take off your shoes, relax and enjoy.