The Business of Being Home Alone

I feel as if I'm in the zone. Home alone. Have a Game Day face on and doing my best to keep self ahead by one step. My purpose today is to not let myself go to sleep. I slept a bit earlier, shortly after waking. I just don't want to sleep anymore! Not during the day anyways. By the time I went to bed last evening I was so exhausted I fell almost immediately to Dream World. If I face same today, so be it. There are things I might can do to assist in the business of being home alone...

...have fed the Winged Cousins and ensured nice clean water in the bath. Have also fed my Little Turtle Chester. My daughter named this tiny little gift from the One God. Woke up a couple three weeks ago and found him sitting on the tubing in the cement pond. I was so happy and jolly I could hardly contain myself. In the five plus years we have lived here this is the second time a baby turtle found his/her way to my cement pond. The very next day a snake visited. I waited for my Honorable Daughter to get home to aid in the removal of this rather young serpent. This one that had me all weireded out. Yes? Oh so really! What?

My eldest daughter's dog snores like a grown ass man! He just scared me so bad I almost twisted my entire neck around to see who the hell this voice was coming from! I may have dribbled in my blue checkered shorts. I'm not knowing this. What I do know is I had a terror in the middle of the broad day light. Will somebody please "hep me"?

The lodge is silent for now. The hounds are napping. Told you about the one in here. I could bet money that Chi-Chi, my Gay Beagle is asleep on the sofa and Ting Ting is asleep in the Dog Cave. It's the space between the carpeted floor and my bed. Cutest damned thing you've ever seen. When she was tiny she would lounge under the love seat. They're my body gaurds without a doubt. They assist me with "door watch" too. I very often fail to hear a knock or the ring of the door bell. The hounds go into total alert in a micro-second. From snoring and sound asleep - to total madness and chaos should I not check to see. Most of the time no one is there, but I get up or stop whatever I may be doing to insure nobody's there anyway's. I know the hounds appreciate my follow up. I aways do. Oh yes, Hershey aka Brown Sugar, shit's like a grown ass man too. Bloody Bastard!

As I was walking in the garage after placing recycles in the bin's I slammed my left hand into the hand truck parked out there. Lessons Learned; Turn the garage light on. Walk with a purpose. Slow it down a wee bit. Be aware of my enviroment.

Igziabeher, Let Jah Be Praised!

Had to give up this ole box of plastic and wire for a few. My youngest one got in from work a bit ago and wanted to check her odds-n-ends. Soooo,
like a good pappy, I removed myself from where I was. Which isn't a bad thing ya'll, it was a wee bit like disengage for breif spell. Cool.

I'll share briefly some Meniere's related what-what's that are here with me at this moment...

...the Worms are still here and cutting up a mess.

The nausea is engaged. As are the dizziness and perspiration/misting's. Um, no, I am sweating under these arm pits honey. No jokes about this issue. I gag and nothing comes up. I try not to gag and I'll bring something up in my mouth or in the commode. The balance thing is off just this way to the right.

I still enjoy listening to "Peaceful Easy Feeling", by The Eagles. Something about this tune reminds me so much of my adolscents. Like a track on my Sound Track called, Mario's Path.

My reading pleasure has been focused on two books strictly. I suspect I place undo sress on myself when I try to squeeze in four or five books at a time. And well, I just don't need that extra stress in my day-to-day. Can you fell it? The "Lakotas And The Black Hills, The Struggle For Sacred Ground", has been a truehearted work at distinguishing between morbid severe harm and lies placed into motion against a People's who just wanted to keep their land and be left alone. White people weren't having it. This book has fallen under one of my rules of rationing chapters. I want to take my time with this one. The other book is the Webster's Basic Thesaurus and yes, this one get's rationed too. I don't know why.

How 'bout, Lyin' Eye's?

LOOK, is it just me or did it take the FBI a mighty long time to get involved with the case in Mississippi. Making a determination. The incident that took place in fuckin' June, where a white teenager drove over a black man. Oh, so now the FBI, wants a Hate Crime! Shit you all! This took place damn near two months ago. I remember reading in the press about this when it happened. About a truck full of white boys looking around Mississippi for some black people to "mess with". In my eye orbs, it reads the same at it has the several times I've read this Associated Press report...

...NOW, read and see this through my eye orbs...if this had been a truck of Mexicans, Native Americans, Afican Americans, Arabians, friends...

...um, this would have been over and done with weeks ago! 2011? Give me a bleeding break! Wait..............................................yes, it's still true.

Before I close this post for a spell - let me also share that the Stupied Ass Fool, who planned on blowing up two administrators and as many fellow students as possible - is going to make someone a fluffy Lil' Bunny in prison. Anyone! Who took the time to draw out a manifesto is an adult. His parents were no shows at his first court appearance. Orange don't fall far from the orange tree...

Let me stop.

God Bless my Relations Holy One. God Bless all of our brothers and sisters in the Armed forces. God Bless them unemployed. God Bless those who are homeless. God Bless the young Gay brothers and sisters trying so hard to come OUT!

'nuff.