Orbs

My friend went to Guatemala recently and  when she shared her photos with me, it was interesting that in these three there are "orbs". 

I've always been fascinated by orbs. Done a lot of reading up on them. 

I took a photo of my mom once that had an orb in it. 

These pictures are really cool. 

Whether a believer or no.... I don't care. They are still cool. 

Miss you Annette

Been thinking a lot about my sister-in-law Annette who died of Breast Cancer. It's been a long time. But time doesn't really make me miss her less. She was my best friend. My sister. My pal. My confidant. We laughed a lot and cried a lot.

I miss her.

And now my current bestie is laying in a hospital operating room getting her womanlies yanked out because they betrayed her and grew nasty cancer bugs.

And she's out of work.

And her life is kinda falling apart.

But she has ME.

So I hope she is doing ok. She should be coming out of surgery any minute.

We had a good cry last night. Cuz.... you know.... you just never know what could happen going under anesthesia. She is one of those people that has trouble waking up. She is "high risk" for going under anesthesia.

So we said our "if the worst happens and this is it" goodbyes.

She damn well better wake up.

so sad

My best friend in the whole world found out yesterday she has uterine cancer and has to have a full hysterectomy next week.

And............ she lost her job of 27 years yesterday.

I came in to work with her last night so she could pick up her stuff, drop off her keys.

It was heart wrenching.

Really, really heart wrenching.

She has been through so much lately. Her strength is about ready to give up.

I just hope she can get recovered from this cancer/surgery thing. It's not going to be an easy surgery. She has a lot of scar tissue inside and they may have to do a full open abdominal surgery. She is 61 years old.... it won't be an easy recovery. I had my hysterectomy in my 30's and it took me a full YEAR before I started to feel normal again.

Many prayers for my sistah. She is indeed my bestie. I hope I can do good by her and support her and help her.

Excitement at my house

Had I left work just FIVE minutes earlier yesterday.... I would have made it home.

But when I got to my street the cops had both ends blocked off from my house to Tye's house.

Cops, with guns drawn were swarming into Athalee's back yard.

They were using Dunton's house as a "headquarters" and kicked all of them out.

I had planned to go grocery shopping on my way home. So glad I didn't because I didn't get home until 8pm.

Apparently someone behind Duntons was trying to commit suicide.

Now that is not the story I got from the neighbor who lives beside me.

She gave me --- via text --- some cacamammy story about a bank robbery.

Some people never change.

When I first got there and had to park at the church, I called George and told him to see if he could walk down the street to the church and we'd go get dinner and wait til the cops let us come home.

And then I held my breath.

Because, seeing as how neither of us knew exactly what was going on at that moment, we were a bit worried the cops would see a bald brown mexican walking down the street and mistake him for the bad guy.

But thankfully the cops didn't approach him.

Exciting times in Taylorsville..... I could do without them.

Happy Birthday Mom!

I miss you Mom. Your laugh, your voice, your smile. I miss the times I could call you and talk for hours about nothing.

I miss going home to Vermont and seeing you when I walk in the door.

I miss the softness of your hands. I miss your off-key tunes.

I miss your cooking.

I miss your sense of humor.

I miss how we could talk to each other with our minds and not even say a word out loud.

I miss how you always made me feel better, just by listening.

I miss how you used to be.... back before bad health took you from me.

I miss you mom. More than you will ever know.

I talk to to you often. Do you hear me mom? Are you close, or far away?

Are you at peace in that heavenly realm? Are you with loved ones? Are you waiting to come get me when my time arrives?

I miss you mom. I love you. I love you more than words can express. I have an empty spot in my heart and in my soul ever since you went away.

I wish sometimes you'd come visit.

Just for a moment. A flash. An instant. Just long enough so I know it is you.

Sometimes I really just long for that "Mom Hug" that I have missed for so many years.

I love you mom. Wherever you are, I hope you are aware that I wish you a very happy birthday. I hope you are aware that I miss you. And that I always love you.

What? !!!!

I had a really strange dream last night. The gal across the street from me asked me to sing with her and her sister Amy at General Conference. There was a very small group and she needed more voices so asked me to sing. I did not know the song they were singing but she said it was ok because someone would be holding up the words.

So I dressed up in my skirt and heels and I remember walking into a huge building and going into a small room that was enclosed in glass. That is where we would sing. I could look out and see a huge crowd of people that were gathered together for conference. All the general authority guys were seated in several rows right in front. I saw people from church there. One of them was Shirley.

We were going to be live on television. Broadcast around the world. Many countries.

The music started and Lisa and Amy and their friends stood up and started singing at the top of their lungs. I didn't know the words, but I stood up and started pretending to sing.... trying to mouth the words. But suddenly I realized (about the same time the audience did) that the words to this song were about being gay. I saw the looks on the general authorities faces. OH MY gosh they were upset. I tried to sit down in my chair and put my head down to hide because I was mortified that Lisa and Amy had chosen to sing this song LIVE on television during a religious conference. And that they had roped me into it and not told me what it was about.

Apparently the TV station cut to commercial because we suddenly got escorted out of the room real quick. People were LIVID. And Shirley came over and was literally screaming at me for doing that and told me I had lost my membership in the church over it.

I just remember seeing all the brethren, their faces. Their arms folded and the look of disapproval on them. Looking at me with those faces made me so sad and so upset.

I kept trying to tell people that I didn't know they were going to sing that particular song. I had just agreed to it without knowing the content. I tried to explain that I was just as shocked and surprised as they were. But then I started telling them to just calm down already and that it was not that big of a deal and it was really about loving ALL people and being tolerant and kind and that nobody deserves to be shunned for how they love another person. But boy everyone was in an uproar and they all blamed ME.

Very strange.

Now I know what a Meth addict feels like....

I am notorious for doing "marathon views" of shows that I like. But never have I done a marathon like the one George and I did the past four days. We watched all five seasons of "Breaking Bad" in four days. Actually less than that.... three days.

We didn't sleep. (staying up until 2 and 3 am). We hardly ate.

We didn't see the light of day.

It was............. fun and it was............. shameful. LOL.

My dreams, (when I did sleep) were like episodes of the show. But I was in them.

It was surreal.

The writing on the show is excellent. The show itself, I kept saying to George, is addictive. Like Meth.

The closer we came to the last episode available for viewing.... the more anxious we got. Knowing it was almost over.... we kind of panicked.

How dumb is that?

At least we could laugh at ourselves and at the situation.

We went out to eat yesterday, made ourselves come up for air. Made ourselves take a break. But driving to the Village Inn, I felt spacey. I felt extremely tired. I felt so out of it. I seriously felt like I was coming off a binge of some sort and I told George it was not a good feeling.

He agreed.

So, now we have to wait a week for each of the final four episodes.....   kind of a gradual detox I guess.....

Pretty intense.