In honor of a hero

I have just found out that a friend is no longer with us. Or at least I think that is what I found out. I know I cried like I had known him my whole life, but in reality, we have never physically met.
He was a damn fine man, and a damn fine partner to his wife - another good friend of mine.
I will honor his memory.


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Hello out there Hello... Hello... Hello...

Haven't blogged in awhile.
Let's see...

I went to MN to sort through my mother's things with my brother and sister. It was the first time the three of us have ever done anything together w/o our families. It was fantastic. We all feel closer to each other than ever before.

One thing that wigged me out: My brother informed me he discovered my MySpace page. He also told both me and my sister and a mutual friend that I had 'swinger' listed as Relationship Status. I about died. I didn't see it coming. I figured he was going to say something about me being pagan or something. I am still in the broom closet, so I was panicking. I couldn't even remember what 'Orientation' meant. I played the swinger thing very cool. My sister even asked me if I was "scoping" right now. In a VFW????? In my hometown????????????? HELL NO. She proceeds to tell me I should cuz I looked hot. When I asked her if she was encouraging me, she ran away. Obviously she doesn't approve of the open lifestyle.

Is there a way to hide some of the pictures that are uploaded to MySpace? I don't want to delete them, just remove them from the public's eye. More specifically, my brother's eye. HELP!

After I got back from my trip, we started packing. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, we moved again. This move was a lot easier. We were able to take several loads out before the big moving day. I'm actually typing this on Notepad, because I'm waiting for a phone line. Well, a phone jack. I'm actually craving the internet again. Maybe it's the view from my window. Nothing but tall tall trees as far as the eye can see. So much better than a blank wall. I don't feel so crowded now.

The house is beautiful. I can sit in every room and just look around. Our friend that built this house is a fine craftsman. The upstairs walls are all angles. Little Diva has her bed in a loft. What kid wouldn't want a cool room like that?? I have a balcony off of my room that looks out at all those tall tall trees. This place feels like coming home.

Because of the move, I've barely been online. I would dial up every few days or more to check my email - mostly to keep it from getting too full. I only replied to my brother and sister. No worries. I'll write back to everyone else, I promise.

All for now. Have to unpack some more stuff. Ugh. Coffee first.



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