tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154002342012-01-29T02:42:00.740-06:00Recollections, rantings, & ramblings from a red head down in Texas.Wyndi Cagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830240569408623341noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15400234.post-79493001075906480392011-05-14T21:55:00.000-05:002011-05-14T21:55:04.767-05:00

So I turned 38, like almost exactly 2 weeks ago.  That means I am not in my mid thirties anymore.  I think it is official.  But I got carded twice today.  Once for ciggarettes and once for beer.  I think they were fucking with me.  Didn't happen at the liquor store.  Probably cuz they know me.  See me all the time.  What does that tell you?  So on my birthday Osama Bin Laden died.  Heavy, I know

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So a kid I know hung himself today.  Or last night.  But is the exact time really relevant?  And I guess he really wasn't a kid.  He was at least 18, maybe 19.  He graduated from high school last spring.  Same time as my middle child, just a different little school down the road.  He had dated both my daughters, one a few years ago, the younger as recently as last August.  He was beautiful. 

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So this is where I am at so far: So the bar was dark and quiet. It was Monday and raining. And it was the Monday after Halloween and really everyone must be partied out and staying home. Because there was only a hand full of folks in the bar. A few regulars, the Norms and Cliff Clavins. And her. And him. She wasn't really sure what brought her to the bar that night. Restlessness. Boredom.

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So I was really, I mean really, gonna try to complete a nanowrimo month this year.  I have not told anyone because I did not want to jinx it.  But alas, I did anyways.  I got all excited thinking I was on target for 3 days in.  Planning 2000 words a day.  And I realized today I was counting characters not words so I am like 4900 words behind.  I feel like a complete dumbass.  I suppose the

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I wrote this in September 2005 as I watched continuous CNN coverage of the fall out after hurricane Katrina.  Please enjoy my December contribution to The Great Experiment and head to http://thegirlwho.squarespace.com/ to enjoy Monica's wonderful blog and the rest of this month's entries.  Reminder to the Mighty Hurrican Katrina unleashed hell on sovereign soil. Is this our retribution for

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It was fall. Warm days, cool nights. Life was good, bills were paid. Married a couple of years and yet still maddeningly in love, honeymoon style, for the most part. We had wonderful, well behaved, well adjusted kids. A nicely blended family of five, all survivors of previous marital failure. We had family, jobs, intelligence, love, sex, friends, security.  Sweet happiness.  We had what so many

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It was about ten at night when my mother came through the front door to our dark little house. I was five, my sister three, and we were sleepily stumbling behind her as she carried my brother, nine months old. My Dad was at work, the graveyard shift. Anyways, we were used to it. Mom was not a scaredy cat about being alone at night with just us kids. She was a real trooper, except when it came to

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Embarrassing moments?? Where do I start? I know they started earlier, those character building moments, but this is my first most vivid recollection. Fifth grade, kings of the elementary, the coolest, oldest kids at the school. First week and I was styling high on my coolness, wearing a fitted black jumpsuit with awesome red piping around the cap sleeves, collar, and down the edge of the button

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I hurt myself todayTo see if I still feel I focus on the painThe only thing that's realThe needle tears a holdThe old familiar sting Try to kill it all awayBut I remember everythingChorus: What have I becomeMy sweetest friendEveryone I know goes awayIn the end And you could have it allMy empire of dirtI will let you down I will make you hurtI wear this crown of thornsUpon my liar's chair Full of

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More Beautiful Gatesville 

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I was going to post a most brilliant blog entry tonight, or last night rather, but I fucked around to long adjusting the settings, studying help articles, and downloading support software on my slow ass dial up connection. Now, I am more deliriously sleepy than brilliantly wordy. Yeah, and I could not come up with anything inspiring brilliance to write about. However, I was not just fucking off,

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There we were, our first visit to Gatesville, Texas.Breathtaking, green rolling hills, rocky white limestone.Gracious good friends as our benevolent nexus,To this place where the sun so magnificently shone.Country so gorgeous, it perplexes.Prior to our lovely sojourn, on hearing the town’s name,Prison images, vague and ambiguous, were all that came to mind.Such an unflattering association, what a

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Beautiful Gatesville 

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Last week voters in my state passed a ban on same sex marriages, but it did not pass with my vote. I almost forgot to vote, but I did, with thirty minutes to spare. There were nine constitutional amendments on the ballot, eight of which I knew nothing about. The only reason I voted was to vote against the ban on gay marriage. Although I was pretty certain the ban would pass I was still hopeful my

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I almost forgot to vote today, but I remembered before the polls closed and ran by there about 6:30. There were no political offices being filled, just 9 ammendments of the state constitution to vote on. Honestly, the only one I was even aware of was the proposed constitutional ammendment to ban gay marriage. If it passes it would ban gay marriage and make marriage between a man and a woman

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Hurrican Katrina unleashed hell on sovereign soil. Is this our retribution for Iraq? For the first time in years the attention of the media is thoroughly trained on something besides the war in Iraq. Unfortunately, that something is somewhat of another war zone. This war zone is not on the other side of the world, but is within our borders, along the Louisiana and Mississippi Gulf Coast.

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