"Any Christian surveying the current state of modern poetry could easily become discouraged, given that much of that poetry can only be categorized as nihilistic. At worst, such poems seemingly promote despair and violence-against society, the church, or even against oneself. At best, they consist of self-centered whining and over dramatic emotionalism, completely devoid of spiritual muscle and ethical backbone."
It goes on to give high praise to the author who the review was written about but I will not include anymore. Only this first section that is in my opinion BULLSHIT! Here is my response. My apologizes if I offend anyone but hey, we all have our rights ya know?
"You know what sir, with all due respect, the first paragraph of this review is simply wrong. An unfair, judgmental pointing of fingers and devaluing of poetry. And I'm sorry but in my opinion it's also typical of the behavior of some people who claim themselves to be "Christians"going around acting as if they are the only authority that is "right"and I'm quite certain NOT behavior that Jesus would support. I do not believe that during Jesus' Sermon on the Mount he stood there telling his followers "Hey man, that dude wrote something that expressed his views and they are not mine...ok, so I give you all permission to hate,be self-righteous and go around telling the world his works are "nihilistic."
What he did say that day that Christians seem to value so (but apparently many find it too difficult to live by) is "judge not, lest ye be judged."
This is a VERY disturbing holier than thou, belittling, offensive review. And again, only my opinion, but I think this Ellen Tanner Marsh should take off her damning anyone who doesn't believe or write like I do glasses and read others works with a little open-mindedness. There are some extraordinary, fine writers in this world that I am proud to call my friends that would be more accepting of others than this. Atleast they would have enough respect to not devalue others right to express and worth.
Don't know if my comment here will disappear but just as she, you and everyone else has the right to their opinions so do I and in my opinion, this is shameful.
"Are you the angry daughter?"
"Yes, I am." (Because I am. I'm fed up with this.)
But after I said that I was I thought, what did the person on the other end of the line mean by that? What the fuck! I'm not sure what they meant by that. Did they mean...are you the one that brings her in month after month after month after month month after month after month after month because she won't stop smoking?..................or did they mean are you the one that screamed after the doctor left?...............
She's the one that screamed at me when I asked her after the doctor left the room, "Mother, why did you lie to him and tell him you quit smoking? You're not smoking because you can't breathe again. If you leave and not smoke, then your quitting."
"GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!" Yes! I'm quoting my fucking loud ass bitch of a mother. She screamed. I said tooooootally embarrassed because the entire er must have heard her and quite and trying so hard not to cry "if you scream like that at me again you will find your own way home" and then I left the hospital. Why do I feel like they think it was me screaming? Am i the angry daughter? yes, i am, but I'm not the one that was screaming!
Does anyone even begin to undrstand how tired I am of this???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fucking bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she has phemonia and will be in the hospial for w while now and i think i'm fucming glad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've saved my worth
never forgetting who I am
daring not to reach for more
I've accepted me.
I am nothing
a silly girl playing pretend
forty six long, long lifetimes
dreaming of more
believing that love does not cost
a silly woman I've become.
My eyes are black
my cheeks are blue
my womb is bleeding
and I cannot stop the flow
knowing
pain
is
the
price
that
love
requires.
When will it stop?
Why can't I get out of this bin?
And when will you pick me up and mark me
"treasure"?
Need to get over to DS and DC today and do some work. After I message Marc asking him if he knew that Azure left and letting him know that DC is dying out fast he apparently decided to get involved again. He made updates to all the pages. I'm glad. But I suppose as per our messages I'll be maintaining the front page Spotlight and Features there as well from now on. I'm so glad Azure is back. I hate that she felt so out side of things but I do get it. Didn't notice if she back as an admin though. And Missy has joined. Another really talented addition. We're growing, slowly but surly. Hell, we might even make 100 members before the years up. I'm so irritated with myspace. They're not allowing our links to either site to go through. I messaged them and I can't remember the exact wording but the response was that they are not allowing social network links at this time. Wonder if there is any way around that. Like if I were to upgrade would that make a difference.
Meds are making me sick this morning. But I got a good full nights sleep, no dreams or I can't remember any anyway. Which is good. I feel better. Been a rough past few nights. I can't believe Dwayne stuck by me and talked me through. Told him I have days like this when I just fall apart and he said "Give it to me baby. Give it all to me. I got this." Look at how far we've come in just two months? It's so incredible. So perfect. You need to just let this happen Tammy you really do. He's not going to hurt you and he's everything you have always wanted. You deserve this. Don't push him away.
Jessica sent him the cutest message on his myspace page. It was so funny. He sent her and Jesse a friend request and she accepted and sent him the comment on his page. Hold on I'm going to go get it and post it here. Brb.
"Sure, friends is cool. Just as long as you take the BEST care of my mother. I mean it. I'll put the beat down on ya if you make even sad. But I'm sure you treat her like a queen. So yeah I'm sure we'll be good friends. Be happy Dwayne."
Isn't that cute. I'll put the beat down on ya. Dwayne loved it. That sweet beautiful man felt he had to do a re-write. But I thought it was perfect. He's perfect. Don't know what I did to deserve him but thank you.
PILLOW PRAYERS
Now I lay me down to sleep
A howling heart and nails dug deep
So piercing through this plush down pad
Here; tears on pillows; “Platters” sadly,
Soundly clinched
With trembling breath I mouth,
Have mercy on this soul devout
Please don’t erase this chance from me
Or fake this truth I’m sure I see
As passion detonates my chest
Arresting this slow death I lived.
Don’t give to rake this jewel ‘cross felt
With hits that bust this promise dealt.
A gambler’s prayer to God’s ear bends
An offer sending any mention
Through my pillow playing her;
Lashed, secured that love interned,
My will redressed as her wellbeing
Bliss and whim with fears receding;
Angels scream for this brave Beauty
Glistening in Fortune’s portrait
Christened sultry songs to granite;
Raise me this true covenant binding
I will call; “all in”
While sliding mind and heart on table
Lay my life to steel this mark
Enabling dark horse miracles supplanting
Pillow panting prayers of ranting pleas
To love her over every boundary!
Or make my soul a penny in the sea,
Her love is all I ever needed,
She is all I’ll ever need
Well, gonna go do a little reading and commenting then it's cleaning time. Today is a good day.
These are two poems he's written for me. I have three I've started for him but I can't seem to finish them. Why?
The Secret of Time
Swaying then, found again
Haunt with school boy tingly chilled descent
Gone and racing full on warm breaking swells
Flushing in and over stories like banging bells
In new born impossibilities popping
Sent pubescent fairytales wailing and stopping
Thirty years after with pink faced chagrin
I tripped on a picture of you, my friend.
We’ll chat with well wished light praises in prose
Set kind inquisitions, advice for the throws
But deep, Dear, I shiver with pigeon toed tweaks
In a lip twisted, tooth grind and head tilted peeking
Your kindling smile blazed a strong woman’s glowing,
I’m humbled but growing in ways past my wording
And tumble on daydreaming suites played absurdly
On you Beauty I wasted what was for working
But fired or forgiven the truth plainly told
Once seeing your face it’s beyond my control
So thanks for the fantasy my Heroine Muse
A life dreamed on you is efficiently used.
I love you Baby. I have always loved you.
PILLOW PRAYERS
Now I lay me down to sleep
A howling heart and nails dug deep
So piercing through this plush down pad
Here; tears on pillows; The Platters Sound,
Sadly clinched with trembling breath I mouth,
Have mercy on this soul devout
Please don’t erase this chance from me
Or fake this truth I’m sure I see
As passion detonates my chest
Arresting this slow death I lived.
Don’t give to rake this jewel ‘cross felt
With hits that bust this promise dealt.
A gambler’s prayer to God’s ear bends
An offer sending any mention
Through my pillow playing her;
Lashed, secured that love interned,
My will redressed as her wellbeing
Bliss and whim with fears receding;
Angels scream for this brave Beauty
Glistening in Fortune’s portrait
Christened sultry sonnets into granite;
Raise me this true covenant binding
I will call; “all in”
While sliding mind and heart on table
Lay my life to steel this mark
Enabling dark horse miracles supplanting
Pillow panting prayers of ranting pleas
To love her over every boundary!
Or make my soul a penny in the sea,
Her love is all I ever needed,
All I ever need
just.............don't give up on me? Please understand, I don't want to say I love you anymore. Not now atleast. It's not that I don't love you but I think we moved too far too fast. But I do want to say, I have never felt what you have given me from anyone else before. I've never had anyone treat me with the love that you have. I don't know how to deal with this. I'm sorry. I am terrified of my feelings. Mainly because I don't understand them. I don't know how to feel. I know that sounds ridiculous and I can't explain it but................?......please, have patience? I'm sorry I'm so screwed up.
Please don't leave me.
What sweet words huh? And I believe that. I believe we are connected. So what's wrong with me? What was my dreams about last night? Why am I still dreaming about him? Why am I so confused? Why am I thinking about him again, or still I guess. YOu know what you're doing don't you Tammy? You're sabotaging a great thing. You do this every time something good happens in your life. Dwayne did the sweetest thing. Someone knocked on my door, I answered and there it was, a flower delivery. He sent me flowers. Nobody's ever done that before. Tom would give me a single rose all the time but that was only after he beat the hell out of me. They're beautiful too. We've been talking about forever from the beginning and it's all been so unbelievably comfortable and natural. After talking things through I've decided I'm moving to New Orleans. Not now but in the future. He tells me he wants to take care of me. He says "I want to give you everything." "We're going to have a good life together baby. When I'm home we can travel and do everything together." He tells me everything and we talk about everything but I've still not told him so much. I've not told him about the things that my mother did. I told him about James Miller and what he did to me but I've not told him about the first time in the van......the rape and the biting and the blood and the nightmares still and....... fuck Tammy. i feel so lost. I miss Des. Why can't you just let this happen? He's everything perfect. He's so right for you. And you're going to fuck this up aren't you? Stupid bitch. Why can't you just learn and stay alone like you bleong? That's the only way no one gets hurt. He's sodevoted to this relationship and I am soooooooooooooooooo fucking scared. I don't kow what to do.
"Following the Phoenix with wide eyed wonder soaking up every shining serendipidy she winks at me and making it a prayer."
MoonCookee Posted at 2:00 AM Nov 28Well we can be two smiling fools then but you will be the beautiful smart one....
Tammy Hendrix Posted at 1:52 PM Nov 27You know, if you keep writing and saying all these beautiful things I'm going to be walking around the rest of my life with a permanently cemented smile. I'm already smiling like a fool. ;)
Ok, ok, I know I'm over doing it but..... sigh... ;)
This is his status comment, my response to the status and his reply back to me on myspace. He is so "there" as he puts it. He's in love and he has no problem showing it. And I can feel it. Right now, he's in the middle of the ocean on an oil rig and I can still feel his truth and all of his love.
This really is a soulmate kind of thing. I've always told myself that I would settle for nothing less than love, that I want my other half. But deep down inside I always thought mine were just silly little girl dreams and never really thought it would ever happen for me. I was so wrong. Something, someone kept me hanging on for this man. I'm so glad I did.
He posted his first poem on DS a little bit ago. It's titled Today. He read it to me on the phone. I cried like a baby.
- Mood:
hopeful
" WAS BORN A POOR BLACK CHILD. I DIED A FAT WHITE GUY. I WAS SNATCHED FROM A PURGATORIUS MILL WHEEL TO LIVE AS A GOD. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A BEAUTIFUL PHOENIX."
"It was providence and mercy and an ineffible love for Ms Tammy that lead me here. And I scored pyrimiads and jungles and sky top mountains peaks to find her here. Have you seen her?"
These are quotes from my loves bio on DS. In conversation I had mentioned a couple times my site and all the things I am doing and how pleased I am with it's growth as of late. We've gained some really good writers. Happy dance! ;) The last time I mentioned it (last night) he asked if he could join. I asked if he was only joining because he felt obligated. His response to that... "No my love, I have to water my flower." Then I wake this morning to find his pending membership and those amazing words I quoted on his page.
I am lost and I don't ever want to be found.
- Mood: happy
I have found my soulmate. Or rather he found me I guess is more accurate. As long as I have held on, as much in love with love as I am and thought I knew what that magical feeling was all about, I never expected it to feel like this. It's all so natural. When we talk, his voice, oh my God. I can't seem to wipe the damn smile off my face. I never would have imagined that as bad as I was hurting that I would be flying so high right now. And I think I was more hurt by the lack of communication and value placed on my friendship than I was the denial and abandonment. But, he heals me. Dwayne St. Roman feels my heart, understands my hope, my needs, my devotion and that I am nothing less than terrified, and he heals me. Plain and simple. He makes me want to trust him. He has spoken those amazing three words and made sure I understood that me not saying them back to him until I am ready is ok. But I want to, I really do. I'm.....?.....so lost in this. I feel so surrounded by pure love. That sweet man is in this with his whole heart and soul and soooooooo for the long haul. Everyone on both ends are noticing the change in us. His kids are thrilled. He said all of his crew wouldn't leave him alone until he told them why he smiles all the time, is always in a good mood and who it is he's talking to for so long on the phone everyday. We've talked twice already today and he's calling back at 6:30. He is so open, so confident, so willing to surrender. He's answers every question I've asked without hesitation and I know he's being honest. My family has noticed the change in me too. He's so excited for me to meet his friends. He says they are a happy bunch, mostly married couples who all get together a few times a year and spend time to make sure and keep in contact. They spread from AL to Louisiana. And he said they're all a bunch of flirts just like me and "They're all going to just love you." Do you how good it feels to know that in his mind I am already that big a part of his life. WE have so much in common it incredible. And he did the most amazing thing. I was telling him about how mother is staying with me for a while because she has no heat. Every year I sign her up for fuel assistance and with her on SS she's automatically approved but this years it's just taking a bit longer. So I bought her a hundred gallons hoping it would last until the aid came through. i didn't so she is here with me until it does. Simple conversation about the goings on in my life right now. He offered to send me the money to buy her another hundred gallons. So she could go home and I could have my "peace" back. Isn't that so wonderfully kind and generous and just....oh! I said no of course. And I asked him to never offer money again, because I don't want that to be an issue even factored in what is happening between us.
This is just too good to be true. i believe I am in love.
Don't know how all this with Dwayne is gong to end up but....just....?....
thank you. His "it's always free" is just too precious. As bad as I was hurting I really do appreciate the comfort he brings. Have never written such long messages as I have with him. Letters actually. Funny, funny, funny. Everyday back and forth. And he is so sweet, so open. He just....let's out his fears? And he's so easy to talk to. He's a good friend. The things he writes....it warms my heart and eases the pain. But, I admit, it's pretty scary how comfortable it is and how willing he is to discuss anything. He's so supportive. The things he says is so beautiful, so sweet and just feels sincere. And DAMN can that man sing! Great voice. I'm glad he was able to save what little music he could from Katrina. And be with him when he goes home to face his ghosts. Wonder if Chris is in Orleans again. He's a Chef and Chris worked in the restaurant business there, could they have ever met? Wonder what he would think if I were to tell him about Chris and what he did to Jessica? Wonder what he would think of me if I were to tell him about my screwed up family? Can the dream I had about the restaurant have anything to do with him since he is a chef? "I am saddened terribly to know that a fierce and giving spirit like yours could be so grievously injured. It is always the Souls with the most light that are targeted by the darkest evil. There you are my beautiful Phoenix spread across the sky with wings stretched over cascading embers burning a new light of unknown warming that can heal the life stunted before it. You have given that life and you will be responsible for that beautiful growth of spirit through endless generations, each spark stretching the thread of your great loving." How beautiful is that? That he sees that in me? Damn that's beautiful. Or is that just a sweet talking (or writing rather) response to me telling him how bad relationships have hurt. He has a candy coated tongue that's for sure. And he's a fantastic writer. Schizophrenic Born is just...wow! And boy can I relate. Please, God, you know what I'm waiting for. Don't let what's happening here be just my need for that one true love be what's fueling this and me turn out to be an idiot caring for another jerk. You know I've held my heart locked for so long and to want to give it away to someone who's just......?.....again?.........maybe I am better off alone. It's not really been that bad being alone. Please don't let him hurt me. Shit, ok, Tammy, shut the hell up before you ruin your good mood.
Mike's on vacation all next week and says he's going to finish winterizing the house. Somebody better do something quick that's for sure. No doubt the oil I bought is about to run out and mother's not been approved for fuel assistance yet. I know it's mean to say but, I'm used to her running out near the end of winter and coming to stay with me for a couple of weeks but so soon? The 242.00 was worth it to keep her home. Yea, that's a pretty shitty thing to say. Sorry.
I forgot to call and reschedule the ultra sound yesterday. I'm so sick of that damn hospital.
My house is so nasty. Floors need mopping and waxing. And damn it's warm for November. What the hell? Near December and it's been in the 50's and 60's? But I do love being able to have my windows open for a little longer. Suppose to be the worst winter we've had in a long time. Great. And Jess and Jesse car is not going to make it up all these steep hills on back roads once the snow and ice hits. We're going to have to take the long way around. Mike actually acted decently when I said I needed help with gas for the week to take the kids to school. What the hell? Guess it was a good day after all huh? Think when I take them next Wednesday I'm going to check out the videos in the library. Nice to be able to check out movies and not have to pay charges. I rather enjoy sitting there in the quite reading.
- Mood: touched
(This is the first in a series of videos created by my goofy kids. Josh Jordan-my nephew (Donna), Jessica Hendrix-my daughter, Jesse Richards-Jessica's boyfriend and Brian Newsome-family friend. There is some really hilarious stuff on the way so stay tuned.)
Dreamed of him last night, again. This time he was a restaurant owner and the cook. Standing at the counter directly in front of me talking, intensely into the conversation, I was the only one in the place, and then next he was standing at the counter in the exact same spot but now the place was filled with people, and he was purposefully ignoring me. Then, again, the place was empty, he got my attention again and then it filled and he blew me off. My mind is so screwed up. But thankfully it wasn't an ugly dream. I have dreamed that he raped and beat me before. No wonder you don't have anyone in your life Tammy. You're one screwed up psycho.
Well, so far, mother's actually trying to quit smoking. She asked me for a smoke when I went over there this morning to take her to dialysis and I said no. She had her last pack last night and as far as I can figure, according to how many were in the pack, she had to atleast have had one this morning. Told her it's time to start the patches and take quitting seriously. So, I put a patch on her and took her to dialysis. She asked me please for a cigarette on the way. That word kills me every time, please. It implies such a desperate need and that hurts, the thought of denying someone that is taken to that point of saying that, of pleading like that. It just seems so unkind. Speaking of, I was not kind to her, in fact, I was kind of cruel when I picked her up from the hospital Monday but I think she may have actually heard me this time. Mike, Jessica, me... we are done with this bullshit and will not stand by and watch her do this to herself anymore. Told her on the way home that night that from now on she'll have to find her own way home from the hospital if she's taken to the ER over this crap anymore. All the ER visits are doing is giving her treatments so she can breathe again, so she can smoke. It's ridiculous.
just got off the phone with the hospital. Rather than keep her, yes, yes, yes....her...damn her...... they're sending her home. They couldn't find anything out of the ordinary again...well, out of the ordinary for her that is.
So, in other words... yes, her fucking dumb ass was sent there again because she couldn't breathe, she couldn't think straight BECAUSE SHE HAD NO GOD DAMN AIR!!!!!!!!!!! I hate her i hate her i love her you bitch!
Doc said once she was given a breathing treatment...she felt better and was ready to go home. I BET SHE FUCKING WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am now going to pick my fucking mother up from the hospital again....the one who's had three heart attacks.........the one who's had TWO cancer surgeries.......................the same GOD DAMN FUCK ME AND NEVER LET ME CALL M
I HATE HER!
Hold me
make it right
my anticipation
my exhaustion
a rite of passage
to love you would be
ok
I'm not that certain
I am afraid
but I know
I know
you are not hidden by shadows
and even more
apparently present
all that I long to embrace
your hurt
and your healing that will not come
for some reason
I want to hold your small.
Not now
nor ever
hide yourself from me
I adore everything that you are
my love
I know
not one thing
but I know
you know
I am waiting still...
heal you
heal me.
| Dear Tammy, Here is your horoscope for Monday, November 9: |
| You've got to think ahead today -- otherwise, you're sure to get caught by surprise in the near future. It's one of those days when you can whittle down the possibilities before things get out of hand. |
This is one of many horoscope feeds I have. I get them sent to me in email, on sites, etc... I even recently included a link for all members to read their individual horoscopes daily on DS.
I believe in the powers that be. Maybe it's God, maybe not, but there is certainly something out there, something far fucking greater than you, I and our misery.
Now, please, know one thing about me... yes, I believe, with every fiber of my being, that there is much more to "see" beneath the human eye, but, I am not dumb enough to listen to one blind internet wanna-be-take-my-money-and-tell-me-what-t
The dialysis center just called. Mother is...lost?...incohearent?...confused again. They are sending her straight to the hospital from dialysis. I knew it was coming. I saw it three days ago and told her, "Mother please?!, damn it, you're gonna end up in the hospital again soon. Don't you even care?!" But, my bitch was with the fact that she was smoking herself silly and couldn't breathe again. I noticed her...?...I'm-at-a-loss demeanor (is that the word?) but... I really thought the not being able to breathe and focus was due to her lack of oxygen from smoking so much. I really thought that's what would send her back this time, as it has done, again, again, again...did I say again?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe there is something more going on here? Maybe she's not really that lazy after all? Maybe?.... fuck.!... I do not want to believe that my mother cannot be held accountable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, you are so fucking unfair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She made an appointment, without my knowledge, for a senor psyciatric spelisalist, an Alzhemer's doc to be specific. Not that her making an appointment without my knowledge is what bothers me, but,... all her docs know I have power of attorney and know to inform me of EVERYTHING going on with her and I never heard about this appointment or her inquiring of?!
My sweet Maggie died being unable to recognize me. That killed me. I love my grandmother.
I'm on my way to the hospital, again, again, again...did I say FUCKING AGAIN???!!!
But, this time, I'm in trouble...I started drinking at 2:00. I am under the influence of...I am so unhappy and I am so tired of pretending...what the fuck else could go wrong now?
Yes, I am unhappy right now. Have been for days, months, years, decades....WHAT THE HELL ELSE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?!
Like I said, I should have read that horoscope earlier. I need coffee now that I have to spend another what-the-hell-ever-amount-of-time waiting in a hospital er for someone who doesn't give a fuck about anyone but herself!
I need comfort.
Anyway, I'm gonna try my best to limit to a chosen few but I really do have too many favs. ;)
Oh, my, my, my goodness gracious. ;) He's magnificent. I was his profile on myspace and requested a friendship. He approved and sent me a thank you and commented, "enjoy my art" I sent him a comment back on his page telling him I already knew his work and had a favorite that I have not been able to find and could not remember the title. I described it, just a bit, enough that he knew which one I was talking about. He tried to send it myspace message but it didn't work so he's emailing it to me. I CAN'T WAIT!!! I know it's the one. When I get it I'll post it. God it's beautiful. It's so intense.
Almost certain I meant it, I said
"Please don't touch me."
I smiled nervously
so did he, smile that is
he was very comfortable
taking hold gently
a gliding search
a discreet tug
pressuring, a little less gently
never touching me
never leaving my eyes
his smiled
the closer to closed and rolling mine became
playing along
kept safe by layers
unsafe from his insistence
his sight
his sense of what was necessary
right here and now
please, yes, touch me
one more layer
pull it aside
caress it away
sink
just a bit lower
there
right there
now don't move
oh...
a next level
a quick coming
a restricting shiver
anxious for air
for cries of freedom
screaming obscenities, very, very, quietly
under an exhaling breath
unrecognizable to anyone
not in the shadows
not in our corner of the room.
I opened my eyes and his still had not left me.
He was there.
He was nowhere else.
Damn.
Undercover
between shaking thighs
he tucked away the evidence
made sure my skirt was respectfully down
smiled
stood before me now sitting terribly upright in that cold metal chair
leaned in
kissed me
laughed
and asked if I was hungry.
Oh, yes, I am.
No one saw a thing.
Sooooooo, when weird strikes, it can slap the shit out of someone can't it? And boy is this a weird situation to be in, or witness rather. It's not really any of your business though is it Tammy? Jesse is hitting on Josh. Yep, umm...HITTING ON MY NEPHEW JOSHUA! And yes, I mean Jessica's Jesse. His carrying-on has always been taken as a joke (uncomfortable, but a joke nonetheless) but, damn...he's getting awfully touchy-feely these days. And the way he touched Josh's tummy today in the kitchen was WEIRD! I have some very interesting kids.
I think it's great that Marc's wife is on DS now. She's a firecracker that's for sure. And she's not a bad writer either. AND!!!! she's making a better writer out of Doc too. Interesting. Am rather enjoying the teasing going on back and forth knowing that they have each other to take it out on when no ones around. Nice. And I got the damn groups tab back up! FREAKIN FINALLY! Can't believe I deleted it. Dumb ass. Now, the next project was to finish the games page but...damn it Jim! Don't know if I want to now. It feels odd now. Just came from WM and good old boy Jimmy has a new game page? Damn it Jim! Would it seem like I am copying his site by going ahead and adding our games page? I've planned this for a while now but have been caught up with other things like getting the Spotlight page right and fixing my screw up deleting the groups page! Damn I can sure mess things up and frustrate the shit out of myself. I really liked that idea too. Found some really good word games and believe me it took some time for me to find quality games that didn't cost the site anything. A pain in the butt! And now? Like I said, damn it Jim.
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