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Archive for February, 2011

A Little Here, A Little There


I did some more cleaning early this morning. Someone is going to notice that my name is missing from places where it was for the past year or so. I don’t think they will be man or woman enough to ask why, but if they do . . . . . I hope they have a fire retardant suit handy!

Actually, I will just sing Carly Simon’s song: “I Haven’t Got Time For The Pain.”

I’ve got better things to do than to cool my jets and be involved in “Mama Drama.” I could be writing, reading, jogging or race walking, taking pictures, KNITTING, etc. You know? Just wanted to air that out.


The Purge!


The Wolf did some den cleaning yesterday. I purged about 40 photos from IZZIE’s hard drive. I won’t say of what, because if I told you, I’d have to kill you. . . . . . . . . . .

It was good to clean house like that. Poor IZZIE was becoming too cluttered, plus I could use the memory for more important things. Now, my next step is to do the same thing to Beatrice, my laptop, then I will be done in that respect.

Hasta La Bye-Bye!


Hasta La Bye-Bye! Bruce Willis said that in one of his movies. I can’t recall which and I’m too lazy to Google it. What it means is that I’ve officially kicked “a certain thing” to the curb. Actually I kinda sorta did it back on Valentines Day. I’ was kinda sad about it, but you know what? I don’t have to deal with that negativity and DRAMA anymore.

When I was much younger ( in my teens ) I never got into the teen age drama girls fighting over a guy stuff. Why? Because my Dad died when I was 15 and I had to start taking care of my Mom. That went on for the next 38 years. So I didn’t have a change to get involved with typical teen aged life and really didn’t have a young persons life either.

Now, that I’ve been freed from the responsibility of taking care of Mom, because she is now in Glory, I’ve been very territorial about what I allow into my life. To be honest, I don’t need the bull shyte! I have ENOUGH problems to deal with, to voluntarily take on additional crap and nonsense! As my Mom used to say: I’m too damned old for this!

So I pressed the ejection seat button! Unfortunately, I also threw the “BABY” out with the bath water, but in military terms that’s called: “collateral damage”.

To Them: Godspeed to you all. To Me: Move on with your life, Girl! Like that old, old, old, spiritual song says: Sittin’, down, sittin’ down, God can’t use you sittin’ down. . . . .”

Cut ‘Em Loose Bruce!


Well, I made my decision. After I spoke to a friend who let’s for all intents and purposes we shall say ( also travels in that circle ) and she noticed the same thing. You hear me? The same thing! OMG! I wonder how many other people know? Well, I really don’t care because as far as I’m concerned, I’m gone, history, outy, I done bounced, Elvis has left the building. . . . . . . So, they can do what ever the hell they want to do.

If I ever run across them, I’ll be friendly and kind, but as they say,” When you lie down with dogs, don’t be surprised when you get up with fleas!

I’m sorry I can’t tell you what it is. It’s just some folks will noticed that I’m no longer around. I hope they are mature enough to just leave me be.

You know what also amazes me? How quickly you can lose interest in something. Something that you loved unto death like a few months ago is now despised. And if you’re not careful you will go of on a vituperative and vitrialic filled diatribe which would last all day and night. Well, I would.

The same mouth that you are supposed to bless people with, you’ll curse them and their ninety-seven previous generations. . . . That’s the old sin nature folks. The one that Jesus came to die for so that we can be delivered from living like that.

This is just something short because I’ve been a bad creature and I haven’t been here much this month. Been UBER distracted. Well, as of today one of the main distractions is GONE. So things should be getting back to normal soon. if not tomorrow. ::smile::

Well, off I dash!
Via Con Dios!

It’s Time For A Change


Well, I’ve made my decision. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is time for a change. Time to move on. Of course there are going to be a few people who are not happy with what I decided but I can’t be bothered by that. I have to make decisions according to how they will affect my life, not theirs.

The reason I came to this conclusion? I got tired of the Bravo Sierra. Those of you who are military and ex-military will know what that means. Sometimes, you just gotta take a stand for what’s right, even if you have to stand alone and be labled a “nutter”. It seems I’ve been doing that quite often these days.

Ever since Mom went home to glory, I just can’t take the bull shyte anymore. . . . . . . One of these days I will explain. But, not today. All things are lawful, but all things are not expedient. . . . says the Bible. There is a time to speak, and there is a time not to speak. . . . . . .

So, I will end my diatribe for now.

So Far, Not Good!


So far this year I absoulutely suck at keeping up with my blogs. Blogs you ask? Yep! Blogs. I officially have four. This one. One on WordPress which is a mirror blog. A Christian/Patriotic blog on Blogger and another FanFiction blog on Blogger.

The problem is that I used to be so faithful in keeping up with this blog, but lately, eh! It seems like since Mom died, the real reason for writing it, faded away. I have other things to write about, but that part of my personal history is over. Even though the experience was horrible, I kind of miss it. It was sort of like Shadrach, Meshaque and Abednigo writing from the Firey Furnace. Please refer to the book of Daniel in the Bible for more information. . . . . . . .

Oh, Online Starbase is back! YAY! So, I’m back posting there.

Other than that, I am waiting for Spring, and I have two perhaps three decisions I need to make. But, I can’t really make them until about April. I’ve pretty much made up my mind, but I’m just waiting for the right time to make my move. I know it’s gonna surprise and tick some folks off, but, it’s not like I haven’t done THAT before.

What’s that old saying about being an outcast so long, you don’t know what it’s like to have someone? Well, that’s me. Of all my years on this Earth, the only one who took a real interest in me was Jesus. And He Promised He would never leave or forsake me, and He has not.

“I will never leave you nor forsake you or leave you alone, even unto the end of the Earth.” I’m living proof of that folks.

Via Con Dios!

Mister Murphy!

Greetings All!

Murphy’s Law or or the fourth law of thermodynamics is: “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” Of course you have no particular choice WHEN this will happen. . . . . .

There is also the Law of Satanic Intervention: “Satan goes about as a roaring lion, seeking whom he might devour.” Satan, God’s former supernatural guardian of His Throne, Heavenly Renegade and Outcast just won’t leave people alone. . . . .

Why do I say all of this? Because I went to post Chapter 65 of Free Enterprise on OnLine Starbase and the site was “no longer there”! I thought I did something wrong, which is a distinct possibility because I’m still new to the wonders of computers, the internet and websites and stuff. So I checked my browser. I made sure my Java Script was updated. To no avail. Since I use Opera as my main browser, I decided to use my back up browser which is Firefox. No Good! So I decided to leave everything alone for a bit and come back. Perhaps the site was taking a maintaince break or something, you know? I have encountered that before too. Nope, to no avail.

So I dashed off an email to a gentleman ( Kenneth ) who has become a close friend on the site ( and we had exchanged email addresses ) and let him know. He live in California and is five hours behind me so he would get the email long after I’d hit the sack for the day. He is a retired computer programmer and perhaps he could look into it.

Well Kenneth got back to me and let me know that the problem looked serious and he didn’t know how to fix it. I’ve got a funny and sinking feeling that the site was SPAMMED/HACKED and forced down. before I had joined last year, they had a rouge member they had to kick off. Unfortunately the person was was also a programmer and before he left stole a lot of designs and stuff from Online Starbase and started his own site. He had been threatening to take Online Starbase down one day and I guess, even with the new precautions they instituted, he still got in and did his dirty work. Unfortunately, I believe the site is gone for good. And of course, all of that hard work has gone down the tubes.

As for me, I’ve had this happen before, twice in fact. Where I’ve lost over a hundred chapters of a story I was writing. It was a good thing I had everything on a mirror site. I recently started a mirror site for Free Enterprise, but, it’s just not as up to date as Online Starbase was. I guess that will be the main focus of my days off this week. Updating the site. I’ve also put ten chapters up on FanFiction.net as a test, and yes I have readers who have requested MORE! I guess, I have to update that also.

SMH ( shaking my head ), updating on FanFiction is such a pain in the neck .   .  .  .   .   .   .

If you ask me, it looks like the entire site has been knocked off ( erased from ) the ProBoards Server.  And if THAT happened, that means they are gonna have to start all over from scratch. Aye, aye, aye!

Note to writers, ALWAYS HAVE BACK UP! I have back on my computer and CARBONITE ( an online back up service )and I also have my writing on back up sites just in case, crap like this happens. I would’ve been totally ticked if I hadn’t done any of this.

Right now everything is up in the air and Kenneth ( even though he is high up in the OLSB chain of command ) he really didn’t know what to do other than contact his superiors ( the ones who OWN the site ). I asked him to please keep in touch with me and keep me up to date on the situation. If they decide to start over, I would love to help.

Of course, I will always continue to write, write, write. . . . . . . . . .

Well, that’s my story