And then, tomorrow will be Friday, and I look forward to that. Bubba wants to have an Indiana Jones Marathon on Saturday, following Zorro II, that he will bring home from his weekly Friday excursion to Wally World, when we like to have our movie night. Sounds like a nice wkend...with lots of surfing my Stream on breaks...goes without saying, I plan to not get out of my jammies all day long, which is my idea of a good time.

It was a pretty good day today... I got off work fairly early, got a lot done. Heard Buddy Guy and Bonnie Raitt on the radio as I pulled into the driveway & stayed put to finish the tune.

I got on line right away, fixed my audio problems so the Dead sound like themselves, again. Far out, but s-l-o-w d-i-a-l-u-p be very challenging...Then, found Mom's song thanks to Billyjones' help found the Hoosier Hotshots & the tune that my Mom was singing as I wheeeled her thru the halls Sunday...I'm going to try to memorize it & sing it with Mom on Sunday during my rounds...

But, kids, I wore myself out & had too little sleep last night & am therefore, as it is already bedtime, I've got to hit the sack.

Man. I love to surf the stream...don't you?

Nite all, Love & Peace...AKA Sugarmoose

@2:22 AM, I happened to be up thinking about Mom singing that song & the rest of the refrain came to me..."are ya having any fun? whatcha gettin' outta livin'if you're not havin' any fun?" Then, the rest of the day, I forgot it. Entirely. It was such a screwed up day @ work, I couldn't have any fun even tho I knew better. It must be a brain chemistry thing that keep me from getting a grip when even tho I know better. Or a lack of brain chemical thing...another one of the grateful unknowns...going to Jamaica in my mind...counting to 10(and beyond)...telling myself that the secret of life is enjoying the passing of time...nothing seemed to work(I guess I did not try taking a break. I rarely take breaks, as there is always something to do.)

I saw mean Jean (who's not) when work was finally over & her goodness helped my frame of mind. Then I came home, told Bubba I had had a rough day,& he had me laughin' at myself in no time, but the nervousness came back. Then, Billyjones called me to tell me he had tracked down Mom's song... & how it cracked him up that it was a tune from the Hoosier Hotshots. I still have to work @ that http website, but I didn't get on line until after Billy's call & now I feel pretty good , and it is time for bed. There is no way we would watch The State of the Union address when we can get the high points from the morning news shows getting ready for work, so Bubba is already asleep(he has a really clear conscious & can fall asleep in 5 minutes), me, not so good. So, I feel good now & it is time to crash-ola...some days are like that, I guess.

I didn't give anyone grief with my lack of good mood control, but them what have befriended me could tell I wasn't myself. I cannot even imagine how my folks are coping with reality when I get flipped out over nothing. OH YEAH...they really aren't coping, and that is part of the problem...But that Mom of mine...singing all the time.

The only song I could whistle(more mood control techniques) was The Man In Black's, "I Walk The Line"-and it worked for a lil while until I got on my nerves, becuz(get ready) I can not whistle the way that normal people whistle. No sexual connatations intended, but I simply cannot whistle blowing out...no, boys and girls, it is true. I have to suck air in in order to get any semblance of a whistle...and it ain't pretty.

What I guess I am getting at is sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes, you don't. I get by with a little help from my friends, but some days are tougher than others. There was no sun out until after 3pm & I could feel a difference when it finally broke through the clouds coincidently, when I met up w/Jeannie.

All of a sudden, once again, it is way past bedtime. & I gotta give myself a chance for a better tomorrow, so I best join da snoozing Bubba & my 3 dogs(snoozing and gaseous) in pursuit of sweet dreams. Nobody has a good day all the time. I've had many worse, of course, but I am kind of disappointed that I couldn't roll with it like I wanted to & KNEW how to...I prob even felt guilty @ my lack of mood control. Once I had a really close girlfriend who got into a spat with me on the phone, wherein she told me,"If you didn't feel guilty, you wouldn't know how to feel!" Then, she hung up on me. I can assure you that THAT made me feel guitlty...

So I vow to work on it on the morrow starting tonite. By crashing...

My older blood brother, Buzz(another Larry) is sending me Dead tunes that he is downloading for me...something is amiss with my audio as the instruments sound pretty good, but the Boys have a cartoonish sound quaility to them. There is so much that I want to do on line, but since I started late, too bad. so sad. Anyway, he sent me "Estimated Prophet" tonite & it was such a kick to hear Bobby Weir in cartoon,"And I call down thunder, and speak the same, and my words fill the sky with rain, and Might and Glory gonna be my name.." I should have turned up the music a long time ago today. Best therapy that I know. Soothes MY savage beast...even in cartooneese.

Really though..look at me...almost 10:30 pm, and NOW I start having fun. Life is for learning, again, and again, and again. You know I gotta crash...you know I don't want to, but I have to, but I don't want to. but I had better. catch ya'll later. Love to Billy, Gizmo & the other Streamfolk... I really do have to go now.

excuse my ignorance, but all these cookies @ eveybody's blog sites...are they coming from the bloggers or the Stream? & why are there so many of them? are they on my site?
Who is going to win the Superbowl?
Who is going to watch it?
who is going to watch it & wait for Mick? Besides, me, of course.
Why was "The Road to Perdition" dedicated to Kelly Linquist? Google says she is (was?) a Hollywood extra, I think. I can't get the movie out of my head.
Another pretty good day, pleasant & busy.
Want to know what kind of old lady I am? the type who walks into the breakroom, hears "Owner of a Lonely Heart", by Yes, turns up the radio as it got me thru some tough times, & gets everybody else pissed off and humorless, cuz it is a Monday & they're too busy hating it to dig it. I waited til I got outside to laugh, as no one else was in the mood-I MEAN HECK! It is the breakroom.
Whoops...waaay past bedtime. catch y'all later
Oh...My Mom was singing a song I never heard..."Are ya having any fun?" I never heard this before & I plan to adopt it as a part of my lifestyle(nothing new, just putting how I want to live to song) and I just need to know the rest of the words, and if that refrain is the title. It more than likely came out of The Great Depression, but I don't know for sure.

This turned out to be another nice round of Sunday rounds. Made it to buddy Deb's, Mom's nursing home, sister Kath's, Dad & Rene's nursing home,Jan & Ricks, then home again, home again-where I love to be best. Sure it was a rainy, blustery, even Hail-ish kind of gray day, and sure enough the headaches came, but, surprisingly,they went away. Then, came back, then went away ,and now, it's back, but it is time to crash & I can deal with it considering I plan to be unconcious in the next 20 minutes. Everyone was in relative good health & humor and it was a pretty good day.

Rex(Mom's dog that I keep) went with me everywhere & I wish there was a way to show y'all just how sweet and kind he is to everyone we encounter. An amazing hound, sparking smiles and treats, every stop we make And all of rest of the time he sits in the front seat of my truck & stares at me with a big ol' goofy, grateful grin on his face watching me drive. I try to keep my eyes on the road, but I can see him out of the corner of my eye and he cracks me up. And he really seems to enjoy it when I crank up the tunes, and sing to him enroute. He seems too, anyway.I'm thinking these Sunday rounds give him a sense of purpose...it is like he has a duty to do & he wants to get to it with a smile. I, too, have become more accustomed to the reality of my own great circle of life, and sure, I wish the situation of my aging parents was less intense, but, things are not as bad as they could be...not as bad as they will eventually be. I'm blessed to have such a support system, and I know people will be there for me (youse guys included) when the going gets rough again, so it is all good, and it is the natural order of things, and dealing well with the situations beats the crappola over not.Like I said, it was a pretty good day.
Just wanted to check in, and as I hope to have a pretty good day tomorrow, I best get to that land of dreamy dreams, in order to get enough sleep to give me a fighting chance @ doing just that. ( Dan, I will seriously work on the truck icon as soon as comfortably possible. At my age, it is all about comfort...and good humor...and great stories like yours...)

I forgot we were doing this...5 things about me that you don't know but have probably guessed(thanx for the reminder, Iceman)
1) I knew that when I made plans to go shopping & have lunch with Myra, that I'd prob back out, and I did. It is tough to get me out of my jammies, and off the Stream on a Saturday-especially the wkend after inventory. I need time to recover from nonsense that I take far too seriously. Myra said she knew I'd back out, too. Getting predictable in my old age, I guess.
2) I hate shopping in any way, shape, or form. I just hate it. Always buy stuff, get it home & exclaim,"What was I thinking?" Always in all ways, I just HATE it.
3)I am willing to bet that if I hadn't given up drinking, Bubba would not have invested in buying me a truck, and I am not a betting woman.
4) I am not a betting woman. I hate gambling more than shopping. Money is so hard to come by, and is all too easily lost &/or spent.
5)Billyjones is prob right when he tells me that my ex was trying to kill me. I was in denial when Billy first mentioned it to me. With the passing of time, I can see that taking me to the top of a mountain when I did not know how to ski @ all, then skiing off leaving me alone saying, "You'll know how to ski when you get down"-that was a death wish from him to me. Going out in his home-made boat when the Coast Guard was warning all boats to avoid "The Potato Patch", beyond the GG Bridge, and him taking me there cuz he was sure that there would be good fishing cuz every one else was avoiding it-that losing me over the side of the boat would have been too easy. I hate to think that, but we did have insurance policies on one another @ his insistence. Just like a damsel-in-distress on Lifetime...everybody could see it, but me.
Ok...more coffee, more surfin the Stream, more of doing what I like to do best, just becauz I can...and Iceman, I echo your confessions on music & the occasional bad habit being most enjoyable...
Undoubtedly, I'll be back(no thanks to the ex, just thanks to God).