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In a recent survey, people from Detroit have proved to be the most
likely to have had sex in the shower!

In the survey, carried out for leading toiletries firm ‘Brut’, a huge
86% of Detroit residents said that they have enjoyed sex in the shower.

The other 14% said they hadn’t been to prison…

WHERE DO RED-HEADED BABIES COME FROM ?? After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the Obstetrician. ‘Doctor,’ the man said, ‘I don’t mind telling you, but I’m a little upset because my daughter has red hair. She can’t possibly be mine!!’ ‘Nonsense,’ the doctor said’. ‘Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool.’ ‘It isn’t possible,’ the man insisted.’This can’t be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations.’ ‘Well,’ said the doctor, ‘let me ask you this. How often do you have sex??? ‘ The man seemed a bit ashamed . ‘I’ve been working very hard for the past year We only made love once or twice every few months.’ ‘Well, there you have it!’ The doctor said confidently. ‘It’s rust.’

Had to take a photo of  this headstone, democrat to the end, she made it almost 100 years.  I’ll probably be one of those, too.

this is Penny the great, you can see how skinny she is, very uncomfortable with the basketball sized tumor under her  ribcage .  I couldn’t make her suffer any longer.    Still feel bad when I think about it.           I miss her.   

OUCH!  Here’s the photo of my foot, after I stepped on the Sea Urchin in Hawaii.  I told my kids to order Urchin at every Sushi restaurant they go to, 12 little black needles on the arch at the top of my foot.  Carumba!

Debi already posted the photo of the Sea Turtle, but it’s cool, so I’m posting my shot!          

On the Big Island, where Dancing Brush and her hubby were most wonderful hosts, they drove us to the lava that flows into the sea.  Pretty incredible! They drove us practically anywhere we could think of going!  I give them the award of “Best Hosts”!  I’d be glad to mooch off of them any day they’d let me! and Ricky, I really hope your biopsy is clean! Fingers crossed!

I loved the way we would all ever-so-politely try to pay for meals, Deb was/is bossy, and would have none of it, so I had to learn to trick her, by saying I was going potty or some such, and then giving the Am ex to the waitress and telling her to be quick about it, as her tip depended on speed!  I remember coming out of the restroom, and Ricky and Deb are wondering where the heck the waitress is, so they can pay, and the waitress, who saw me walking up, comes over and says “It’s all been taken care of”  the look on Deb’s face was pretty priceless! and Ricky gave me a stern lecture about not being so sneaky.  I was having a very proud moment at the time.  After all, they were driving all over the place in the “Titanic”, which is what Deb has named the Titan that Ricky’s ‘beloved’ husband drives, it was the very least I could do…..now, don’t either of you women argue with me, I know I’m right!

The American Cancer Society has an annual walk, and my son’s girlfriend formed a team of walkers and they walked for me up in Portland, I was quite touched and proud, then my son sends me a photo of my luminary – I posted photos of the luminaries last year, I thought it was such a wonderful idea! Bobby’s luminary said “Mom, thank you for surviving cancer, I love you and I’m very proud of you”  Made me get teary. I vacillate between loving him so much and wanting to throttle him……he’s so much like his father, I know he’ll make me proud.

I had an old friend find me on my Facebook site, what a thrill that was!  Then her handsome son decided to be my friend….I can still remember him in diapers, now he’s 25!!!  They are missionaries in Spain, now.  That was a real treat.  I felt bad because they are in my old religion, and when Bob died, they made a huge sacrifice and drove all the way from Madera to be at the funeral. A good 10 or 12 hour drive, I’ve drove it.  I know from their beliefs, they think he’s in hell, and I just couldn’t take anyone thinking that such a good man was burning up down there.  So I said that if anyone used his death as a reason to persuade people to come into their religion, I put a curse on them.  And I meant it to the very core of my being.  Bob was a wonderful man, and loved God very much, went to church more than I did, and to know someone might use his story to scare people to the altar, it made me furious!

I have thought about the Wiggins many times, tried to get ahold of them, to tell them I was sorry.  Here they drive all night, show up early for the funeral, and this crazy banshee like woman comes running out to tell them off…I (bitch that I can be sometimes) would have turned around and drove home.  But they truly loved me and my husband, we’d been through many years of friendship, I almost thought of her as a younger sister, he handled my curses with so much grace and love.  He even got up at the funeral and said what a wonderful man, father, husband and friend Bob had been to them over all these years.  It makes me cringe to think of it, the grace he showed after my rudeness.  He actually came over to the Grange Hall for the dinner our Grange friends had prepared ( they loved him, too) and when I asked him to please come over to my dad’s house, he did that too.  Knowing he had a very long drive ahead of him, and tomorrow he would have to speak the service at church.  I felt chagrined, still do, whenever I think of it.  When I was down in California, I stopped by the McGuire’s house, they told me they were in Spain as missionaries.  I didn’t say a word about my recent bout with brain cancer.  I don’t trust Pentecostal’s to not gloat over any misfortunes people have when they “backslide”, I’ve heard it so many times.  I remember Lorie Garza, the pastor’s wife at my old church, calling the funeral home to say how sorry she was, the director asked if I would take the call, and I refused without a second’s hesitation.  Didn’t want to talk to anyone who thought he was in hell. I could remember Lorie saying how ugly the girl (Carol) was who had left the church.  And I lived there after I stopped attending church for one and a half years.  I ran the floral department at the local Safeway, she walked by me many times and never said ONE word to me, now she wants me to go to the phone at my husbands viewing?!  I would have cussed at her, for sure, told her to go to hell herself!  Good thing I said “no!”

Aaargh! I’m getting worked up just thinking about it!

Jill, I’m sorry you lost your son, my heart bleeds for you.  No parent should have to bury a child.  My old father-in-law said it, and I believe it.  Can’t think of a larger pain, and I’ve had some!

Rita, I’m also sorry about your best friend losing her son.  A real trajedy, one you’ve already had the bad luck to live through.  I know your huge heart, and you will be a wonderful comfort to her.

To all of you that send me messages of encouragement, Thank you  very much!  I love you all, right back! Great friends I have here on Xanga!

Shellie the great

Penny, the Bestest

9/01/1996

04/16/08

Wonderful companion, faithful friend, much loved travel buddy and protector

 I miss you very much…

Can’t let today slip by without mentioning that it is Bobbers 5 year anniversary since he died.  Thanks Cnd Frnd for the thoughts.  I’ve been dreading it, of course, been cranky, irritable, can’t sleep, as my dad would say, “Wound tighter then an eight day clock”.  That’s me. 

I’ve bit Rick’s head off so many times I’m actually embarrassed.  Have this huge weight on my heart, don’t know how he hasn’t suffocated me with a pillow yet .  February 9th, the anniversary of my cancer surgery, the 11th, the anniversary of his death, and the 14th, the night of his viewing. 

It’s a stinky month for me in so many ways.  I also have my daughters B-day, she’s going to be 23!!!  Where does time go?  We used to call February “Kristy’s Birthday month” because everything she asked for, always had “and my birthday is this month!” added to it in February.  We gave up and just started calling it her birthday month for convienience sake, plus, my husband adored her and thought everything she did was cute.  Might account for later problems.

Bobby called and said that he used to think 5 years was forever, and now it seems like last week.  I was happy to talk to him on the phone.

Bobbers, I love and miss you, and these anniversary dates are hard for me.  Richard says there are times he has to live with a ghost, and I apologize for making him suffer.  Rick, you rawk!

Nothing wrong with me here!  I’m just amazingly slow and lazy, kinda lost my oomph and drive to annoy you all in Xangaland.  I’ve been putting everything in protected, too many people that are related to me are reading my site, so I can’t say what I think without my son feeling the need to be a complete shithead and go commenting around to folks who commented on my site about my in-laws and how much I dislike them.

Just imagine; standing beside your dead husband, still warm,  I can smell his lungs popping and hear them crackling as they empty out.  I’m in complete shock and dismay, I’ve vomited, had diahreah(sp), argued with the doctors about giving up too quickly, and the clearest thought as I stood over his body, “Well, at least I won’t have to put up with my in-laws shit anymore…..” how wrong was that!?  I’ve apologized to anyone I had the least inkling Bobby might have said something to.  And a few that said he didn’t say anything to,  thanks so much for checking with me first.  Even though he could use a good blasting, I don’t think he’s where he needs to be mentally. I got him to shut his site down, thank God.  This is my journal,  I’ve journaled since 1976, and this comes in very handy,  I love to write, and I’ve made some friends I absolutely adore.  And if I want to write that I wish the old trouble makers would hurry up and die, well it’s mine to write!!!  To my daughter, I said, “Do you remember, in the hospital, all the flowers and cards I got? Well the vast majority was from my friends on Xanga!” She knew. And you know when your purse was stolen, and dad’s brass key-ring was lost?  Well, my sweetie Janice in San Jose sent me 3, one for each of us,which was so special and thoughtful. Did you know that was a Xanga friend?  She admitted that she knew it.  She said my talking about her drug problems, and other stunts and boyfriends also hurt her feelings…….so it’s just better to do it protected, that way I’m not worried, if I blast someone (not that I ever would!)  And if you ask to be put on the list, you’d best make sure you’re not  my parents, or my children.  Cause I’d rather close my site than hurt my family, and I just paid for lifetime. dammit.

Another week of chemo, and then I am, please God, done with cancer. 5 years of staying clean, gotta start looking for a job…. Rachel is doing great!  I had a big laugh when she called, in a panic, wanting to know how to get the dye off her forehead, as she had dyed her skin black, trying to dye her eyebrows black! hahaha!  So funny!  She got the dye off with toothpaste, ouch!

She’s got a new job she seems to enjoy, hope she keeps it!  Hope she doesn’t get fired the ways KRisty figured out to do!  LOL  Rachel is SO different from my daughter, not even close! Date a felon? Registered sex offender? Complete idiot? Gangster wannabe?  Get fired for smoking pot in the bathroom?  Not my Rachelita!

The dogs and cats are all great, had to put flea stuff on them.  Darn fleas, thats what I get for buying a house near an old gravel pit, of course, they’re all beautiful ponds, full of wildlife, but the fleas…..eck.  I also remembered to vote.  Go me!