bonecollector

Listen up ABC and the powers that be over at One Life to Live. If you goofballs did in fact kill off Todd Manning, there is most definitely going to be an uprising of astronomical proportions!!

I do have to send kudos to you too for a storyline that has had me completely glued to the screen for the execution. Trevor St. John has done an awesome job and pulled off a very believeable “dead man walking”. Wow, I thought you were good before but you have reached the top of my list now Mr. St. John. Emmy, Emmy, Emmy!!

Okay, I’ve got a hold of my boot straps and I’m pulling. Thanks for the words of encouragement Jill and Lachlan. It really meant alot. Pity, party of one, your table’s ready! Time to get this over with and move on.

I haven’t updated my genealogy site in a while now and that is most definitely unusual. Genealogy isn’t just a hobby for me…it is a passion. I can’t say I haven’t had the time to work on it either. I’ve had plenty of time, but I just haven’t had the heart for it lately. To be honest, I haven’t had the heart for much of anything lately.

I’ve found myself spending a lot of mindless, quiet time alone. I’ve been very reflective but, until now, I haven’t really tried to put my feelings into words. Maybe now it’s time. Maybe now I can.

I’m sure it is hard for most folks to understand but the death of a cop, any cop, is extremely unsettling to every cop. We really are a family in what we do and, any time one of us is killed, we all know how easily it could have been any of us. Even one is too many but lately it seems like a flood and it hurts more than I can explain.

It’s been a long time since I’ve worked the street, but times like this remind me that this is who I am too. Twenty-two years ago I took the same oath that they did, promised the same loyalty, understood that I was declaring my willingness to lay down my life for someone else. By the grace of God, it is a sacrifice I never had to make and a devastating pain my family and friends didn’t have to endure. But, I feel like every time a cop dies lately, a part of me dies too, and I’m tired.

I don’t want to hurt any more. I don’t want to have to drape my badge even one more time and realize that it could’ve been me. Sometimes I feel like I need to throw things and scream and yell until I can’t throw things or scream and yell anymore. I need to get this out and deal with it and give myself the time to heal.

Thanks for listening.

I wrote this a very long time ago but, for some unknown reason, it has been playing over and over again in my head like a broken record for the last several days. Who knows…maybe one of you needs it. If so, this is for you…

I hope to never be
A memory time erased
I need to know
When I search your eyes
You still can see my face
You still can feel the kiss
On your sweet lips
My fingers traced
I never want to be
Your memory
Time erased

Okay…you know how the lint trap in your dryer gets way full when you dry something like…oh…let’s say, your favorite blanket? You know how after you clean out the lint trap, you notice some extra fuzzy stuff hanging off the dryer door so you reach up into the hole in the bottom of the door to clean it out too? Are you with me here?

Okay, so now you can barely feel even more lint stuck in the crevice in the hole in the door so you reach your fingers even deeper into the awkward opening and try to sweep the lint out. Bad idea. Sweeping fingers across a metal edge pretty much always results in blood spewing from your now painfully sliced fingers. Ouch. Anyone know where the band-aids are?

Just so we are perfectly clear here…I am a soapaholic. Yes, I love the soapies and TiVo my 3 favorites everyday…Days of Our Lives, One Life to Live, and General Hospital. Sometimes I like one more than the others but that is always subject to change.

A big deal in the world of soaps is that time period known as “sweeps” when the various shows try to boost viewership with big, and sometimes outrageous, stories. Right now, One Live to Live is far and away the better show with General Hospital running a close second. Days of Our Lives is on life support as far as I’m concerned and not expected to live.

One Life’s handling of the death of Duke Buchanan has been an absolute work of art. Dan Gauthier (Kevin) and Heather Tom (Kelly) have given amazingly gut-wrenching performances and left me in tears more than once. Yes, I do cry and sometimes even bawl over my soapies.

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Officer Seneca Darden

Norfolk police officer, Seneca Darden, was shot and killed late Sunday night. To make matters worse, he was shot by another officer. The investigation is on-going.

Enough already. Enough.

Just in case you weren’t feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1987. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine

They have always had cable.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws!

They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: “Where’s the Beef?”, “I’d walk a mile for a Camel”, or “de plane Boss, de plane”.

McDonald’s never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don’t have a clue how to use a typewriter

Do you feel old yet?

Birthday kudos to my good friend SilverBlue! Have a fabulous day.

Once upon a time, in a not so far away land, lived a very large man and his very tiny squeak toy of a dog. Bright and early every morning, the very large man would put a very tiny leash on his very tiny squeak toy of a dog and take a walk through the very quiet, still sleeping neighborhood.

At exactly 6:34 a.m. daily, and precisely in front of the very same house, the very tiny squeak toy of a dog decided the time was right to make its presence known to the very quiet, still sleeping neighborhood. The very high-pitched, shrill, yap, yap, yapping echoed through the very quiet, still sleeping neighborhood until every living creature was rudely and abruptly hurled into consciousness and left to face the day with their hearts thumping frantically in their throats. Their once sleeping puppies hurtling towards the yap, yap, yapping with a chorus of their own enough to rival the Mormon Tabernacle Choir…albeit on a very, very bad day.

I do believe, at exactly 6:34 a.m. one morning very, very soon, I will have to go ninja on the very large man and his very tiny squeak toy of a dog.

…and we will all live happily ever after, minus one very large man and one very tiny squeak toy of a dog.