Friday, December 19

Happy Holidays - Merry Christmas

Geseënde Kersfees
 Gëzuar Krishtlindjet
 عيد ميلاد سعيد
  Շնորհավոր Սուրբ Ծնունդ
 Xoşbəxt Christmas
 шчаслівага Нараджэння
শুভ বড়দিন

Bon Nadal

 Malipayon nga Pasko
聖誕快樂
Sretan Božić
 Veselé Vánoce
 glædelig jul
 vrolijk Kerstfeest
Feliĉa Kristnasko
 Häid jõule
 Maligayang Pasko
 Hyvää Joulua
 Joyeux Noël
 Bo Nadal
 შობა
 
Frohe Weihnachten
Καλά Χριστούγεννα
 મેરી ક્રિસમસ
 Jwaye Nwèl
 m Kirsimeti
  חַג מוֹלָד שָׂמֵח

मैरी क्रिसमस
 Zoo siab heev Christmas
 Boldog Karácsonyt
 Gleðileg jól
 Ezi Ekeresimesi

 Selamat Natal
 Nollaig Shona
 Buon Natale
メリークリスマス
ಮೆರ್ರಿ ಕ್ರಿಸ್ಮಸ್
 រីករាយថ្ងៃ បុណ្យណូអែល
 메리 크리스마스
Merry ວັນຄຣິດສະມາດ
 Priecīgus Ziemassvētkus
 Linksmų Kalėdų
 Среќен Божиќ
Merry Krismas
 मेरी ख्रिसमस
 क्रिसमस
God jul
  کریسمس مبارک
Wesołych Świąt
 Feliz Natal
 ਮੇਰੀ ਕਰਿਸਮਸ
Crăciun Fericit
 С Рождеством

 Срећан Божић
 veselé Vianoce
Vesel božič
 yuul
 Feliz Navidad
 Krismasi Njema
 God Jul
 மெர்ரி கிறிஸ்துமஸ்
 మెర్రీ క్రిస్మస్
 สุขสันต์วันคริสต์มาส
Mutlu Noeller
 З Різдвом
 میری کرسمس
Giáng sinh vui vẻ
 Nadolig Llawen
 מערי ניטל
Ikini Ọdun Keresimesi
 Jabulela Ukhisimusi



  


 



 
 

Monday, March 17

Gosh, I haven't been on here in like ... FOREVER

Happy nearly spring. What a crappy, hard knocks winter. I've turned into a bitch and I'm not even up north where I know people I love and miss are cold and aching and dry and tired and working, working, working. Strip come the sun, my friends. Peel it off!

Your stories will be better than anyone anywhere else. Write them down quick before all the snow melts.

My life isn't what I wished for. Nothing close. That statement about being careful what you wish for couldn't be more of a lie in fact. Phooey! Most I can see of myself is that I think I may make it to die okay. There's a house to finally have (to walk inside and drop a bag and sigh deeply in relief because I have a space I belong in; that kind of a thing), and working to pay that off, with beneificaries on this and that (did I spell that wrong? oops!), and that's it. I'd like to have a house to leave to someone.

I am convinced that when I have such a perch I will write the big, fat book. No rush.

Finger's crossed my 140 character poem get's picked up for the anthology. I did win first place for a DRAFT of a poem, "When We Are Old", at the Pamlico Writers Conference, and my poem "What Will Sit You Down" received honorable mention. Was a neat day. I made a prompt friend. (that has two meanings.) There's my poem "July 1973" coming out in the July online issue of the Blue Lake Review. I have more. So, there I go.

Monday, December 9

I about forgot I'm still on here

Finally cracked a low temp in podunk I burned a log in the fire and I discovered Skeeter is a fireside pooch. The one thing to like and the rest has been delay, delay, clobber, clobber. Been struggling at Biblical proportions the calammity (of spelling errors) but of being lied to. I want an attorney to talk to. Food, drinks, the law. hirers get away with too much. simple. Get me out.

for now, a wee bit of really orange warmth....

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Sunday, August 25

WhereZ Gina?

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I wish this weren't so dark but as things come slowly to me I remain reliant upon a cell mobile phone to take pictures and moving images. Skeeter is my second dog to not really know my name but I finally caught something of it. We hope you like it.