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I haven't been keeping up with this site too much. Burning the candle at both ends, ain't me. I just can't be witty, without being repetitive in two differences places.
Course, I'm not always witty. Sometimes, I can barely remember my own phone number. Wanna go where I do most of my scribbling?

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Eat Up with HER

So, yes, I am a bit eat up with it. Meaning.......overwhelmed by the thought of her. It's not a gay thing. It's an adoration. Maybe it is gay. I don't know. I find her alluring. Mesmerizing. Maybe I have a crush on her. I try to imagine actually getting to meet her, and see myself crying from a sense of coming full circle. I have met so many "stars" because of my last job, and always felt imposing if I actually spoke to them. But honestly, if I get a chance, to speak to her one on one, I'm fairly sure, I'll be star struck. My goal in the next couple of weeks is to try to think of something profound to say to her, instead of.....Like, I love you kd.......and then babble all over myself, looking for something to say. Maybe, say less, and let HER fill my mind with things I could play over and over in my mind for the next gazillion years. Basically, she rocks. MY tickets came in the mail today, for kd's concert.
I went out in sleet/rain/snow.......the worse day of this winter, in search for her newest CD ( Watershed)and in search of the last one I somehow missed (Hymns from the 49th Parellel).

Unfortunately, no "Hymns" were in stock at the Best Buy, but I managed to grab the last Deluxe Edition of Watershed. Oh, and for the heck of it, I grabbed the Amy Winehouse cd.......on sale, by the way, for 7.99! Amy hasn't had much of chance to get play time on the laptop......but kd? Man, I'm wearing it out. By paying an extra eight bucks for the Deluxe CD set, it included a second bonus cd, containing 4 live versions of songs, including Hallelujah, and The Valley form the Hymns album. Oh, and an interview with kd herself. She captivates me.

I sit here, listening to her at a deafening decibel within my head phones, drowning out the entirity of life around me.........except for her. She sings hauntingly beautiful and another track comes on; The Valley~I'm almost inclined to favor it over Hallelujah. It's a close run, between them.

I've spent the last several days quinching my thirst in knowledge of everything kd lang. I've found whole personal blogsites, dedicated to her. I've read reviews of this current tour. Found out she is only 5 years older than me, 5'9".......and obviously my infatuation, is not unique, at all.

I listen to the interviews. I look at candid photo's caught by other fans. If you like her, you'll LOVE her. She seems so down to earth, and you want to befriend her. Some challenge their own sexuality, due to the overwhelming notion, she MAY like you. It's totally whacked.

This is my high. It will continue for 25 more days. The crescendo? Seeing her live. I can't imagine the downer end of all of this~sigh. I'll be hooked. KD Lang will be my drug.

Suddenly, the photo's of girls, caught mid scream, at the sight of the Beatles, or Elvis.......is understood. I never "got" that whole idea. How can you be so emotionally drawn in by, virtually, a stranger? Because, they reach into your soul and touch it in some way. She's touched mine. And man, it feels wonderful.
I'll leave you with The Valley. Hymns of the 49th Parellel is her tribute to everything Canadian........enjoy.

The concert is MArch 9th, and as the days seem to be going quickly by, I'm already dreading the night being over.

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I love her! If this doesn't almost move you to tears and feel every word as she sings it.......then you need to listen to it, until it does! I LOVE kd lang.........

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Black Eyes and Puppy Dogs, That's what Little Boys are Made Of

All is well here in Kentucky. Today, we will attempt to break the record high as the temperature is supposed to hit 70* today. Of course, next week it goes down in the 30's again. Sniffles, coughs, and misery abound here, in the form of the common cold.

The puppy will be be 9 weeks old tomorrow and has really changed in the last few weeks. She's getting bigger, of course, and more daring with her new play mate, our Italian Greyhound, Blue Boy. She tries hard to bite at him and he is a nip and run sorta dog. It's amazing he hasn't been TOO jealous and plays fairly gentle with her. Blue refuses to share sleeping space with her, but has no problem curling up on top of me. His breed produces not much in the fur category, thus he is cold a lot. We watch him as he strategically tries to place blankets over himself. He "talks" back to us~always having to have the last word. This "trick" was something Mom taught him, inadvertently.

The dogs, at the early hour of 5 AM, find that rough housing is at its best. It's 5 AM, for crying out loud, and they sound like a herd of cattle running through the house, nipping, barking and chasing each other.

Aaron found a toy Hummer Santa brought a couple of years ago, in the mess of the garage and brought it inside. I think his favorite pastime is pushing any vehicle as fast as he can, just so the dogs will chase him. I cannot stress how much this grates on my nerves, as the sound of the Hummer playing it's music, with the sound of 10 little feet (2 dogs=8 feet; one human boy=2 feet) running back and forth in the foyer, and barking and laughter........it gets a bit LOUD........But the dogs won the other day as they both reached the heels of Aaron's bare feet, tripping him, sending him face first into a large brass planter.

You have to know my Aaron. When other kids cry at scraping their knees, Aaron gets up, says it's bleeding and tells us, triumphantly, every time, "I'm okay!". We laugh because he is a tough little kid. He tumbles into bushes, down stairs, falls on concrete,out of his bed, trips over dogs, and always says the familiar, "I'm okay!". Ok, well, not this time. Or the time his sister took full swing with a hard plastic whiffle bat and cracked him right on the forehead. Those times, he cried. Who would blame him. The site of massive knot appearing on his forehead from the bat, well, it made Andrew wince, Eddie grimace, and me, well, I was trying to make the big people stop their adult behavior, as they were starting to scare him. Alyssa cried for an hour out of guilt for smacking him like that~
Face first into the brass planter.....he whimpered.......came to me, and another battle scar knot was already erupting under his eye.

He hardly cried and it always astonishes me. Of course, 5 minutes later, he was bent over that Hummer, running the length of the foyer AGAIN. We can only warn THIS child, because nothing ever keeps him down. As for Alyssa, I tell her she has to be careful, for whatever reason, and she whole heartedly relies on my word. Not Aaron. His answer is always, "No, I won't, I won't get hurt....".
I must add though, that he will cry however, whenever I yell at him to behave. It's always followed with: "(sob, sob)Mom? You hurt my heart."

One of the great things about having lots of years in between my children? I had 7 years with Andrew until Alyssa came along, then 4 more until Aaron came. I wasn't juggling 2-3 kids in diapers at the same time, or trying to potty train more than one at a time. I never felt the sleep deprivation of a Mother trying to console, feed, or change more than one baby at a time. (I've said it before, none of my kids ever required 2 hour apart feedings. They were all fairly big babies.) I had lots of one on one time with each of the kids. I'm glad for it too.

Aaron has started kissing me more. The sweet kisses on my cheeks and on my hands are invaluable. He's feeling a bit jealous of the new puppy I think. (Yes, I treat her like another baby). He's not used to me giving so much time to something other than him. The fact is, most of the time, if I find a moment of Angel time, and honestly, this RARELY happens, I sit down in Mom's chair. I haven't learned that this is simply an invitation, for the pup to jump her small leaps, up my legs, or Blue Boy hopping into my lap, and Aaron to climb in beside me. My sitting equals dog time and kid time. I stand while eating most of the time, as my sitting requires automatically, another helping for the kids. Another cup of juice. I aspire to one day, have an entire meal sitting at the table, without getting back up AT ALL! (I know, Mother's everywhere are singing along)

Any caregiver understands that little ones(whether human or animal), feeble ones, ailing ones, require more time. Children aren't always convinced~So, I asked him, are you feeling left out, jealous? Aaron looks at me a long time, and pets Coco on the head, offering a sweet kiss to her ears and he answers the same; "I'm okay, Mom. I'm okay".

Coco sticks her tongue out at me, while being held by Alyssa.

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Genealogy Report

This morning, I was thinking about the years I lived in my hometown. Of course, the memories of Mom are intertwined into all of those memories, along with her extended family. These people are MY family. We all lead different lives, connecting one night assuredly, a year on Christmas Eve.

Mom had 6 brothers and one sister; In order~ Jim, Bill, Arnold, Harold, Jack, Joe, Mom and Sue. They all had children, equalling 18 of us, cousins; (Jim) Lora, Tina, Michael; (Bill) Billy T. and Danny; (Arnold) Roger & Ron; Harold died as a baby; (Jack) Allen, Bobbi, & Tim; (Joe) Larry, Debbie, Jeff & Donna; (Mom) Angel & Joey; (Sue) Buddy & Doug......that's 13 boys and 6 of us girls. I'm the youngest girl and the victim of many older male cousins' tormenting. They'd catch crawdads or spiders, punch holes in the lids of mason jars, insert said creatures, place them in front of every door INTO the house, and chase me relentlessly. They'd throw me on the ground, to pull me by my feet across the fields. Thus, I'm terrified of spiders and found that I could run faster as the years passed, from their taunting.

We are all grown. The youngest is my brother, turning 39 on his next birthday. We all had nick names growing up. Some of us were called odd names, and some just had weird middle names added to our persona. My brother was "Good Time Charlie". I was known as "Hairy"......I don't know why, honestly. Some were called Bean, "Sissy", or names were changed into something ending in "IE" or "Y".......I only answer to ANGIE, when around family. And most of them have resorted to calling me Angel over the years.....no matter to me, though~

There are many more little cousins, belonging to me and my first cousins. For my memory recall, I'm going to try and name them all~

Lora had Victoria (Vicki), Veronica (Roni) & Courtney.....Courtney has 2: Jimmy & Keith
Tina: No kids
Michael has one daughter and I can't remember her name.
Billy T: Rachel, Eric & Katherine
Danny Bean: ___________, Tori, and Daniel
Roger: Kayla & _______
Ronnie: Alecia & Aaron
Allen: Jacques & Emily
Bobbi: Elizabeth (and she has a son) and Tyler
Tim: Kyle, Brent & Shane
Buddy: ________ & __________
Doug: __________ & _Kaitlyn
Larry has 3
Debbie has one daughter
Jeff has 2
Donna: Heather
Angel: Andrew, Alyssa & Aaron
Joey: Alex & Aidan

We have produced 37 offspring. So far, they have produced three more.
We have lost Uncle Arnold to cancer, Mom to cancer and Bobbi to suicide.

This is not complete and boring to anyone but me.....I just needed to write it down while in my head and then add to it, as the names come back to memory. Genealogy