sistersandy

Its been 6 months or more since i wrote on here? I cant believe it. i have been using myspace more, and facebook, i suppose.
lets just say, life has been life, and i have been living it. Had to put my loving dog to sleep this summer, not a good thing at all. my daughter is still an annoyance in my life, and her son is the joy of my life. Sad isnt it?

Have made new friends and lost not too many old ones, thats a good thing i suppose.
Well thats all i can tink of right now.

Life's Laws

1. The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity

2. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.

3. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.

4. Deja moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.

5. Psychiatrists say that 1 of 4 people is mentally ill. Check three friends. If they're OK, you're it.

6. Nothing in the known universe travels faster than a bad check.

7. A truly wise man never plays leapfrog with a unicorn.

8. It has recently been discovered that research causes cancer in rats.

9. Always remember to pillage BEFORE you burn.

10. If you are given an open-book exam, you will forget your book.

11. Corollary: If you are given a take-home test, you will forget where you live.

12. The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.

13. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

14. TJ's Law: You can't fall off the floor.

15. The average woman would rather have beauty than brains because the average man can see better than he can think.

16. Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

17. Vital papers will demonstrate their vitality by moving from where you left them to where you can't find them.

18. Law of Probability Dispersal: Whatever it is that hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
er than a bad check.

Things are better today, (just re-reading my whining post) Been feeling very good, decided to get my sugar under better control. (perhaps that was part of the problem) and get serious about losing more weight this year. New years resolution are not my thing, but guess its as good a time as any.

Just saw i had a reply to a really old post. ( you know who you are) If you do check back here, my back problem seems to be resolved, and I am 54 almost 55 years old.

Never thought to put that info here, as most of my net friends know all about me.

Thank God Christmas is over, I am tired of family, especially of sisters and daughters Tired of being nice to people I really dont give a shit about. Sometimes I just want to run screaming, tearing down the curtains and ripping up the furniture.

God I need a night out, a good headbanging time, no matter the consequences.

My online family are the only ones who keep me sane. ( you know who you are, now don't you? )

All love to Althy aka DN, to Midnight Roses, To Morbid Angel, To Dimmick, and also to VK, I miss our hour long chats.

Archannus, I miss you most of all, your craziness always made me laugh, I hope you are doing well.

Ah the maudlin wanderings of the soul in small distress, so pitifully saddening.

So Happy Fucking New Year to all and sundry

Today was my last day of work for a whole week. I am on vacation!! yippee.


No great plans, nothing but reading, chilling online and maybe do a little painting in the house. Oh and snow is predicted tonight or tomorrow. Joy joy joy!

well, it least it isnt a hurricane.

Window View

Leaning on my cane, I slowly open the garden gate, and walk hesitatingly up to the front door. With a shrug and a sigh, I push the buzzer, and wait to see if this time they will open the door. Waiting impatiently, I glance at my watch, and notice that it is well past noon, surely there must be someone awake.

Hearing a door slam, and running feet I step backwards. I notice a window, with curtains moving slightly, as if they had just been disturbed. Perhaps someone is home after all. I walk around the little house and see an open window. Carefully stepping over the debris under the window, I lean in, clearing my throat. “ Is anyone at home?”

No answer, so I lean in a little further, and try to see into the shadowy room. Movement in the corner catches my attention. A rag, maybe a blanket, moves, with even beats, slowly up and down. I call softly, trying not to disturb whatever is making the blanket move. The blanket jerks, and I hear a soft sound, almost no sound at all. I strain to hear better, and call again. Suddenly a shrill cry erupts from somewhere in the house.

I step back, startled, and fall over the pieces of rotten wood and glass that are scatted under the remains of the window. Getting unsteadily to my feet, I go back to the front door, this time ignoring the doorbell and pounding fiercely on the frame of the old door. No one answers although somehow I sense a presence, behind the door, waiting to see what I will do next.

I return again to the broken window. Glancing in, I see the blanket is gone. There are streaks in the dust on the floor, and marks that lead out of the room. Where the blanket lay is a forlorn toy, a raggedy little doll, looking as abandoned as the house itself. I have to get in, I have to know what is going on. After all, that’s my job, it’s why I’ve been sent.

With a deep breath for courage, I stop for a second to judge the size of the window, and then start to climb inside. Thank God they made these old houses with large windows. Once inside I follow the track made by the old blanket into the next room. Cold and empty now, this must once have been the dining room, as the kitchen can be seen through the door on the far wall. The drag marks lead in that direction.

Glancing back at the window, I once more follow the marks, and find myself in the kitchen of the old house. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes, and the table is covered with the remains of meals past, but not long past, as a freshly peeled apple sits browning on a cracked plate. I glance down, and see the edge of the old blanket, under the table. I lean down, and peering up at me from under shaggy bangs, is a dirty, smelly, sweetly smiling little girl, holding firmly to the edge of the worn blanket. Hi, I said, and reached down to pick her up. Suddenly, I am grabbed by the shoulder, and swung around. As I pass out from the pain, I think to myself that the office manager is never going to believe this..



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Battle of Little Round Top



The boys were sitting on the hill,
Waiting for the call,
To sound above the dust and screams,
And lead them to the fall.

The woods around were dark and drear,
And mist was all about,
The morning light was gleaming through,
When all at once a shout,

The Rebs, the Rebs, They’re on the move!
They’re coming through the mire,
Get ready now! Get on your feet!
Steady, Aim, Now, Fire!

The boys in gray rush the hill,
Seeking safety higher,
The union army meets them there,
Returning fear with fire.

Giving ground, the soldiers fall
Turning they rush downward,
To be met by death it seems,
Rushing head first forward.

No retreat, no advance,
Death the only answer
Rise to meet the challenge here
And forever after.


Blood soaked still, this hill it stands
Wreathed by ghosts and mist,
Remembering the boys who stood
And entered the final lists.


SisterSandy

he sleeps till the dawn
she wakes when dark comes
one innocent and sweet
one lost until time

Never knowing, nor caring
Another world whilst he's dreaming
shadows building, ,mist creeping
quiet footfalls come creeping

He quiet lies dreaming
she enters so silent
her love she is sharing
through lips that are tearing

He wakes with a shiver
she kisses him gently
her whispers so loving
that all fear leaves him


this is an unfinished work, just something to post and give an idea of my style, or lack thereof. Course one always need the ubiquitous vampire poem to be considered truly GAF.

It's been a while since I wrote anything here. Should I really bother. Keep telling myself I will post some of my poems for people to read, but then not many actually read this. :)

My back seems to be better, taking muscle relaxers now. Gas prices are getting me down, we keep running out of money. Havent been out dancing for the longest time. This is a tragedy of the greates kind.

I need a night out, to blow off some steam, and get the excitement back in my life.

Pretty kinky! Grats! You're 55% kinky!

You kinkscore is pretty high. Most likely you're up for trying anything at least once, which show open-mindedness. You're probably a great lay, so just keep doing that thing you do!

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 33% on kinkpoints

Link: The Kinkyness Test written by nilnisicruce on Ok Cupid

For some unknown reason, my back quit hurting. 4 days so far with no pain, no swelling, no tenderness. I am quite happy, but truly mystified.

Such is life.

the Ham (47% dark, 43% spontaneous, 11% vulgar)

your humor style: CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT Your style's mostly goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in this sarcastic world. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Will Ferrell - Will Smith

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on dark You scored higher than 99% on spontaneous You scored higher than 0% on vulgar

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating

You Are A Genuine Celt! Be you from Wales,
Brittany, England, Scotland or Ireland, you
know your Celtic history like the back of your
hand. You are aware that kilts are not period
and that "Braveheart" severely
mangled the true story of William Wallace. You
probably own every book written by Mercedes
Lackey, but we're willing to overlook that
part. You're probably a self-styled Bard or
Druid, but that's okay too, because you're very
in touch with nature. Or at least you think
you are.


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