Without The Heart We Are All Hopeless

Okay -- there are two things I am just dying to get out. It is like a bad bean burrito all inside me and IT MUST COME OUT. So sorry -- but it is true. And you know it. And if you are all shocked and embarrassed then you do not have a Mexican monster within you that must be tamed on a weekly basis....sometimes daily....sometimes hourly. Hypothetically speaking of course. Amen.

Sorry, I digress. Like I said there are two things I must address right this instant or I may explode into a fine pink glitter powder and it would be a shame and all cause no one is around to witness it or get in on video for YouTube and all - cause we all know I was born for attention.

Item #1 Up for Bid:

1. Momma.

As you are aware I use the phrase quite often. Not only is it what my children call me, but it is what I call the woman who bore me and I write it forty eleven times a day.

Anyhoo, many of you have emailed and/or commented me that it is Mama. And I would first like to say - have I ever spelled or pronounced anything right in my born days? But I still appreciate your desire to refine me and make me where you could take me out in public. But I might be too far gone. Take "rural" for example. That's all. Thank you and good night.

I know you all have the sweetest spirits here and are trying to make me not look dumb. And I appreciate it. Really, I do. But it's more than you can handle. Also, this is really how we say it at our house. Mom ma. Seriously. I know. You are shaking your heads. I can feel it in my soul. But it is the honest to God's truth. I hide my face in shame. Rural.

Okay -- now I must move on. #2 is important. Not that #1 was not important. It was. Especially for all you grammar and English teachers out there. I know. And I love and embrace each of you. Muh wah!

But this one -- this one is gonna make me cry -- like Steel Magnolias -- when she falls outside and the spaghetti sauce is boiling over and the baby is crying and Sally Fields finds her. Oh my my my.

Or in My Life when Michael Keaton is videoing himself shaving as the lesson to his unborn son cause he is not going to live long enough to see his child born.

Or in Step Mom -- when Susan Sarandon realizes Julia Roberts is going to raise her children so she beings to teach and train her -- oh stick a fork in me honey child -- I AM DONE!

Anyhoo -- Sorry, I digress. My #2 important thing that I must share with you right this instant.

#2. If you know someone. Truly really really know someone - You love them. It is true.

I am not saying you like them.

I am not saying you agree with them.

I am not saying you understand them.

But You Love Them.

It's true.

You know when you are watching a movie and you hate the villain? Despise them? Can't relate or understand WHY? But then they flash back to show you where they have been and what they have endured? They show you them as a child -- an innocent sweet baby. They show you their hurts. Their point of view. You see life from -- well -- from their lens.

Suddenly, your heart grows soft -- and while you still don't condone what they have done, you somehow somewhere have found compassion. And understanding. And a spark of love.

Like Darth Vader. Remember when Vader is shown as his former self, Anakin Skywalker, a slave boy who eventually becomes a Jedi , and later, a hero . Then he falls to the dark side and I just want to snatch him up cause we all know he just needed a good Momma. It's true. After that. I loved him.

And who watches Desperate Housewives? Remember Eddie - the serial killer on Wisteria Lane? And his Momma was abusive and an alcoholic? Sure we don't condone his actions -- but I am sorry - I still love Eddie. He needed his Momma. He didn't have the same fair change in life.

Or Eldest Twerp's momma. You might judge and wonder how she could give ET up for adoption. But after you meet her -- and KNOW her -- you realize she is the most selfless and brave woman you will ever meet. Ever. Amen.

Anyhoo -- you like people in movies and on TV shows -- even when they are annoying or awful or evil. You like them and I would say even love them cause you SEE them. You see them behind the scenes. You see them on the weekends. You see them at home. You see their fears and the why. You see them and you understand them and you love them.

You see life through their lens. You put on the glasses of their life and you feel compassion. You understand...you love.

It's like those mommas or sisters who never give up on their sons and brothers. Cause they know where they have been. And we know they are not where they need to be -- but thank God they are not where they use to be.

Anyhoo -- I say all that to say this.

For me (and me only) - I stopped this week. I stopped and looked a little deeper into a few people's lives. A few people that I thought might be selfish and hateful. And I looked at them like some one's child. I saw their point of view. Their hurts. Their insecurities. Their fears.

I believed the best in them.

And suddenly, without me even realizing it, I understood. I still didn't agree with their actions. But I loved them and had compassion for them.

Cause through their lens -- their intentions were right. Their actions? Not so much. But I started judging them on their intentions not their actions -- which is what I hope everyone does for me too.

Anyhoo -- no real point here other than to say -- FOR ME, I forget the heart sometimes. And without the heart, we are all hopeless. I hope to SEE people for WHO they are, not WHAT they do.

That's all.

Now go hug your Mommas.

Amen.

Please Place All Judgment Behind Locked Doors

Several nights ago it was half past a glass of Cupcake and I had fed, bathed, and clothed my children. That's me -- I am Maslow. I meet their hierarchy of needs: food, shelter, clothing. I am mom of the year. No denying it. Please go ahead and monogram my award. Yes, in the South we do not engrave....we monogram. Amen. Anyhoo, I had my glass of Cupcake and the spawn were clean as a whistle and ready for bed. And I did my normal sweet heavenly night time routine. I stood at the stairs and ever so delicately yelled from the bottom step: "Spawn of mine? Birthed from my womb? Come hither."

And of course, they didn't. So I had to tramps up the stairs to find them eating soap and coloring on my bathroom walls. I completely normal event in all American homes. But when we did the count off of spawn - we were one short. ONE SHORT. One man was left behind - well NOT ON MY WATCH! NOT ON MY WATCH! (and it is a lovely Skagen silver mesh watch - darling if I do say so myself).

So we began our search:

Under the bed? Nope.

Behind the toilet? Nada.

In the flower beds? Empty.

Out in the street riding his bike in his skivvies? BINGO!Yes, that is how we roll.I know there are many angles we can take her -- but may I please point out...
That he was bathed, fed, and clothed.....

I think that is all now.

Thank you.

I Am Putting Her In Pigtails

Good Morning my lovely world changers. Uhm, okay -- it is afternoon. Details Schmetails. Please don't judge my time telling abilities. I have ingested no Dr Pepper yet today. Thus, I am unaware of time. Thus, I think I am not aging. Thus, I am still wearing leg warmers. Thus, I shall forever be cool. Amen.

Anyhoo, sooooo several of you freaked out a smidgens cause I kinda bought a house while IJ was out of town. This is what he gets for leaving me with Power of Attorney over him. And three spawn. With only one bottle of Cupcake wine in the fridge. And Whole Foods stopped carrying it. And I fell on the floor and cried out "Father? Father? Why hast though forsaken me?" And the manager came over and had me escorted out. I know. They are so hateful. But I snuck out a Cupcake replacement bottle and instead of grapefruit it is infused with mango. I am more of a grapefruit. In case you were unaware.

Anyhoo -- okay. the house.

As you all are aware (cause you read and reread all 1, 010 entries of my blog on a daily basis and follow every Twitter I tweet - right? Hello? Uhm, tap tap. Anyone there?)

We were unaware if we would be getting orders to go to a far off strange land - like Texas - or not so we did not know if we could buy a house here in the Deep South or if we would be moving once again to a strange and barren land to inhabit. So we waited.

And while we waited, we got orders. To here. To stay. In a land that flows with grits and honey. So I rejoiced. And I was driving home one day and I saw this.... And I stopped cause someone was there. And I loved her. She called to me for a deep place of within. And I looked at her. Deeply looked at her. And saw all her blemished and age marks and imperfections. And I still loved her. For exactly who she was. But knew that a good exfoliation would do wonders.

Then I found out she was getting ready to go into foreclosure. And I could hear he cries for mercy and her pleas for someone to save her before they came a tore her away from everything she ever knew to be good and holy and just. And she wept.

I mean seriously! How could I not just pick her up and take her home with me? Her parents had abandoned her. Left her for the wolves. So I signed some paper work and went home.

And now I drive by her everyday and hang hummingbird feeders from trellises and plant daisies near her foundation. So she can feel as beautiful on the outside as I know she once was. Occasionally I might whisper sweet nothings in her screens. But this is a family blog and all so I will not go into the details.

Anyhoo -- we should find out in 10 business days if the bank who now owns her will take my offer. And if that big old bad bank says no -- I will faltulate in his general direction (name that movie).

Anyhoo -- I love her. I love her. I love her. And where she goes I'll follow. I'll follow. I'll follow. I will follow herrrrr... Follow her where she may go. There isn't an ocean too deep, a mountain so high it can keep -- keep me away. She is my destiny.

Anyhoo -- I am certain IJ will fall in love with her too when he sees her. I plan on putting her in pig tails the first time he meets her. Who can say no to a little girl in pigtails who has been abandoned?

Exactly.

I've Got Another Confession to Make

I think in song. I swear my life is one big musical and I am the only one in it. At least the only one IN on it. Cause inevitably when I break out into song during conversations, I always get the "OKAY" awkward walk away. It hurts.

So since I cannot be myself to anyone in my non-virtual world, I will be me with you -- cause you withhold all judgement and you love and embrace me for the Mary Poppins that dwells within. Amen.

If this post were an episode of Glee I would start off with a little Foo Fighter...

I've Got Another Confession to Make

and then I would ever so delicately move into Chris Isaak's

Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.

Then right on the heels of that I would have to ask for David Gray's

Please forgive me if I act a little strange, for I know not what I do...

And then I would move into a dramatic cry like Puss n Boots on Shrek.

Cause I mighta kinda possibly sorta maybe have done a bad bad thang.

Let's start in the beginning, shall we?

Once upon a time in a far away land called the Deep South there lived a Country Girl. An awkward indecisive woman who was consumed with Cupcake wine and pink glitter. She had a flair for the dramatic - but absolutely positively no-doubt-about-it could not make a decision to save her dear sweet precious soul. Not even on the holiest of all Sundays - no siree Bob. She just couldn't do it.

So she relied of her Raider of the Lost Ark to sweep in and save her from the temple of doom - indecisiveness. Yes, Indiana Jones was her savior. He was her go-to-guy. The one who would sign on the dotted line and save her from the stress of the plunge.

However....

IJ was deployed to a far away land called Texas. And Country Girl was left to the solace and independence that only the Air Force could bring - so she shopped. She shopped to pass the time away. She couldn't decide on the red pumps or the jeweled heels. The bedazzled peasant shirt or the starched fitted blouse. She thought and she thought, but alas - no decision could be made.

Until one day -- she drove by a house. And it was for sale. And it cried out to her.

Country Girl saw so much hope in this home. So much potential. So much beauty that was hidden from the years on neglect and abuse. And right then and there, Country Girl fell in love. She feel in love with what this home COULD be. With what a little love and investment could make in this precious home's life.

So she bought it. Kinda like right then and there.

And she now kinda has to tell IJ. But she doesn't know how. Or if she should. She just can't decide.

Maybe she should write him. Or tell him on the phone. Maybe she can reach him by railway, maybe she can reach him by trailway

Maybe she can reach him on an airplane, or can reach him with her mind

She can reach him by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man

She doesn't care how she tells him, just- tell him if you can!

And uh - yeah. She just doesn't know what to do. But she did it -- and now. Uhm, yeah. Maybe she possibly shoulda coulda woulda mighta wanted to think this through a little more.

Maybe, but she just doesn't know.

Gulp.

Textversations With Indiana Jones

Just a few more days until Indiana Jones is home. We barely have time to talk while he is away cause his days are so long and he gets up at 4:30 am and while we COULD talk at that hour, well -- I think no explaination is needed. God understands.

Anyhoo -- IJ and I have text exchanges instead. Cause to me, it is like mini blogging. And what could be more natural and romantic and ordained by God?

So below -- our latest textversation. I think you will miss him too.........

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gosh i love and miss you guys so much

where did that come from? if it helps not miss me so much - i have not shaved my legs all week.

just tired of being here. headed to tx rdhouse for supper

u don't know what i would do for some of those texas roadhouse rolls right now - and that butter? oh lord save my soul.

its good - way too may cards tho

cards?

carbs

oh -- if lovin carbs is wrong, i don't wanna be right. i balance my carbs w a side of bacon

these keys are too small

u have fat thumbs. i am sorry. but it is true. u have shrek thumbs

ok u r 2 fast

keep up baby. u married a younger woman. Mush. Mush.

this deployment makes me feel old

crows feet make me feel old. but i got some creme for that

oh whatever - u look as good as the day we got married

cause we got married in a fever - hotter than a pepper sprout. and i think i look better cause i have bigger hair.

me too - but no you had bigger hair then

seems impossible, but u know big hair is cute in far off cultures. like mars. i would be a smokin hot alien.

And with that, there was no response. I apparently have lost my ability to flirt.

I Am Cameron

It appears my life desires drama. As my momma says. "If it ain't one thing, it's 15 others." I live in the 15 others category of life.
But BT woke up looking like the elephant man -- and I screamed and passed out like any good Southern Woman would do but then I picked myself up and declared,

"We are going to live through this, and when it's all over, we'll never be bumpy again - no, nor any of our folks! If we have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill, as God as our witness, we'll never be bumpy again."

Then they just stare at me like I am the strangest thang they have ever seen in their lives and I just smile knowing one day they will appreciate me. As God as my witness.Anyhoo -- I took him to the doctor and we were taken back immediately. I think it was in reply to the outcries from the other parents who would not let their children NEAR my spawn. I think it was because his belt did not match his shoes. I understood.

But the doctor came in , looked him over, and went right back out -- and brought in another doctor who looked him over and went right back out -- and brought in another doctor who looked him over and sighed.

They then took out a dry erase marker.

At this point I thought they were just going to color the bumps away. I sat silently as no expalination was needed. I understood. I embrace avoidance too. If you can't see it, it must not exsist. It's my motto. Right next to I'm a lover not a fighter. And I love you more than my luggage. Amen. Sorry, I digress.

Instead they wrote six words I could not pronounce on a white board.

And I soon realized I was in an episode of House. I declared right then and there I wanted to be Cameron.

And they brought in books and a laptop and laser pens. And that allowed them to narrow it down to two possibilities of disease infestations. But circle one.

It was the one I would have circled from the beginning. Just sayin.

Papular Dermatitis.

Also known as "Itchy Red Bump Disease"

Seriously.

I'm not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed, but I was all over that one.

Apparently, he has a viral disease of some sort in which we may never know what it is and it caused this rash.

At this point Baby Twerp declared, "I don't like viral disease. He not my friend."

I agree. We are taking back the "st. ends." half of our Best Friends necklace from Viral Disease.

He is hateful.

So now we have Itchy Red Bump Disease.

Seriously, what will they think of next?

The Power of Nice -- or Stalking

Someone in my company gave me smoking awesome glittery tickets to a MLB game tonight. And the tixs came with perks and bells and whistles so I was excited and all -- but I really just wanted a funnel cake. And don't you even prentend you don't know what I am talking about. Amen.

Most people would have zeroed in immedaitely on the super sweet seats and the fact we could almost reach out and touch the players in the dug out. But not me. Nope. So sorry. I was just glad they had their names written on their backs so I could finally call them by their respectable family name instead of my normal tactics"Sweetie? Excuse me...Honey? Mr MLB player man? Sweetie?" It just made it so nicer. I never got if they returned the feeling or not. But I am certain the dear sweet precious angels did.
Anyhoo -- like iI said. Most people were ga ga over the great view of the players. But I zeroed in on something else right away. Something that was calling out to me. Suduicing me with his man powers and I was putty in his strong influencial arms. He was speaking my love language....and he has known my whole life how to have a hold on me. We were not new lovers but an old flame.

The Camera. Oh Mr Camera Man? How are you? Have you been doing this very long? WOW How amazing. What's your name? I'm Country Girl. Wanna meet my spawn?Oh yes, yes. They are darling. You should put them on the big sceen. They are the BIGGEST Angel fans.

You mean Atlanta fans?

Oh wait? Yes. Yes. I mean Atlanta.

Those Angelic Atlantaaaaa.....

Braves?

Oh yes. Yes. Braves. Land of the free, Home of the Brave. The Atlanta Braves. God rest their soul. That's what I always say. Braves! Braves to the death. Yep, that's me. I practically have a Braves tattoo somewhere on me. Yeah. Eat em up Spit em out Go BRAVES Go. Rah Rah. Anyhoo -- MT and I ended up on the big screen for the kissing cam. And he smooched me. And then BT, ET, and I ended up on another shot with the infamous foam finger. Yes my friends. THAT is the power of nice. Or fear of me becoming a permanenat stalker. Either way -- I like to not get into the details schmetails. Why drill down. Bottom line? I am practically famous now. I am certain my life is about ready to change.

We also got to experience how the OTHER half live as we had access to the the Club. And the food there? Oh how my thighs cried out in glory.

And we were able to view the game from up high and what a view it was.

I think after awhile it was quite obvious we did not belong.

NOT because I had on pink flower flip flops and a foam finger. But because we really did act like a bunch of Savage Indians. Which I think is the meaning behind "Braves" but I get confused and all cause I hear they call themselves the Angels too. Soo -- we went back to our seats. And I has befriended James. He was the guard for the dug out. NO ONE was getting by James to talk to those players. BUT -- I just thougtht I would ask. So I simply said James? Can we look into the dug out? He said SURE -- BUT NO CAMERAS!

So I did what any law abiding sweet Southern obedient lady would do -- I tossed it to some college guys behind me and told them to snap some photos. And we chatted with some of the players and they were sweet and nice and all. BUT THEN.... Then they said "Wanna come in?" And I did my OMG OMG-fan-my-face-with-my-hands-cause-I-might-pass-out

And they lifted MT right on over and let him hang for a few seconds. And I of course maintained my composure and continued to appear cool and calm in the course of what was the COOLEST thang ever. I mean how many people get to go into the Atlanta Angels dug out? And I let them know my apprecaition as I shouted out "Angels Are The Best Baseball Team Ever!!!!!!"

And with that they gave me back MT. I think they were overwhelmed by my love and support.

Amen

Interview With An IJ

Indiana Jones is away. On military assignment. Protecting America and keeping the communist out of your backyard. He's a giver like that and all.

He has 16hour days, so when he can call it is for a short amount of time and he is so tired it is hard to even focus.

But tonight -- tonight my dear sweet precious friends I transcribed our conversation. Cause dag gone it, I am all about transparency and honesty. And he doesn't read this silly old blog -- I am fairly certain they have it blocked on the base too -- cause I could be a threat to security and all. Anyhoo -- a look behind the scenes. IJ: Uncut, Uncensored, and Raw. I like my men like I like my steaks.

Hey Sweet Honey Bunches of O's. What are you up to?
Just came back to my room and watching The Office. Some of these people remind me of you.

Do you miss me?
Oh yeah.

What do you miss most about me?
Just the normal day to day stuff. Just sitting around talking. Half heartedly listening to you talk too fast.

If you had to give an analogy for how much you miss me, what would it be?
Analogies really aren't my strength -- but for you, I'll try -- I miss you like BT misses cookies. And we all know he is a chubby kid.

Guess what?
What?

I wanted you to guess...
You bought a lama.

Okay, that was no fun-- I got 5th row seats behind first base with VIP dinner and club access to the MLB game Saturday night.
Wow, who are you you takin?

Uhm, I got 4 tixs so I am taking your spawn.
My kids?

Well, I mean we haven't done a paternity test of anything, but I am fairly certain...yeah.
Well, aren't you mom of the year?

Actually I lost that earlier this year when I let BT go to Pre K without underwear on - but no need to bring up the past. I like to think of myself as Woman Extraordinary of the Century -- with killer shoes
I can go for that

Yeah? What else can you go for?
More than you are willing to give

GASP! What?!? My Dr Pepper lip gloss? Oh wait. GASP GASP GASP! My three inch heels?!?!

Oh I ordered this new European Body Butter that makes my skin look like a 23 year old.
How much did that cost?

Uhm, a lot. But I don't think you can put a price on 10 years younger.
How much younger would the Equate stuff from Wal Mart make you look?

Only 2 years.
I like 2 years younger. A lot. It's more my zone.

Well, trust me -- this is worth it. You will not recognize me. You will think I am my daughter.
That's weird.

I think you're just jealous.
I think you should just use Equate.

If I were an animal what would I be?
A gazelle.

Why?
Cause they are innocent and clumsy.

You think I'm clumsy?
I wouldn't call you athletic.

It's cause I don't like to sweat. I'm more of a glistener.
You should change that feature about you.

What else should I change about me?
That you would use Equate

I love you. Hard to believe a 23 year old loves you, huh?
Yeah, especially since I am broke from spending money on body butter.

I love you poor man
I love you too crazy woman.

There's a New Sheriff in Town. Maybe. If You Think It Is a Good Idea.

I can't make a decision to save my dear sweet precious soul. Cause what if i make someone mad? Or choose poorly? The pressure. The stress. I. Just. Can't. Do. It.

Until tonight. Tonight there is a new woman in town. I am making decisions left and right. Or is it right and left? Which should I say? And I felt like I should share so you can hold me to it. Or talk me out of it.

I am sure you are asking WHO IS THIS WOMAN?

Well. some people call me the Space Cowboy. Some call me the Gangster of Love. Some people all me Maurice. Just know this....I am a picker, I'm a grinner. I'm a lover. And I'm a sinner.

Anyhoo, it started small. I decided on a new pair of black pumps. Cause I have said it once and I will say it again and again. A woman can never have too many pair of black pumps. Amen.

Then I decided we are getting a dog -- at Christmas. I have no idea what kind. Or what name -- but that is what I have you all for -- you know the details and the right answers. You are a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.

Decision #3 for me -- trampoline. Yeah, I am getting one. I am going to say it is for the Twerps. But I am baring my soul here and tellin ya the straight skinny -- it is for me. I want it. And I am totally going to do flips on it. Amen.

I also decided I want these chairs. Cause they say Come on in. Kick off your shoes and relax your feet. They also say you can have boxed wine and I will still embrace and love you. Now that is my kind of acceptance and peace I need in my life. I just know these chairs will whisper sweet nothings in my ear late at night.

I can feel it in my bones.

I also decided that I love my life -- as messy and imperfect as it is. I love it. And I love each of you.

XXXOOO,

CG

Random But Normal

Good Evening my Lovelies. I hope you are doing well. I have all kinds of stuff to chat and talk with you about. But I can't speak in complete sentences so you will get random, disjointed, fragmented Country Girl. I know, I know -- you are use to the linear, grammatically corrected proper Country Girl so this will be shocking. That's me -- shocking. Kinda like Jerry Springer, but saved and at peace with the dear, sweet Baby Jesus. Lying in his crib.

Anyhoo...

1. I miss Indiana Jones
2. And I miss him so bad I am going to make him do a blog interview this week
3. Cause I think it will strengthen our communication and marriage and bring us closer together
4. OK -- really cause he is thousands of miles away and can't kill me nor read this silly blog
5. Probably
6. I mean he might KNOW people that could kill me
7. But then who would raise his spawn?
8. Never mind, maybe I won't do the interview
9. We will see
10. First -- confession time
11. Forgive me father for I have sinned
12. I used Comic Sans in an email
13. But it's not entirely my fault
14. I got a new computer at work
15. and the default font on my email was Comic Sans
16. I was like Whoa Hoah. Who gave me this 1999 computer
17. I think it was Prince
18. Cause that is how we party and all
19. Anyhoo -- for those of you who do NOT read my Twitter
20. {insert crickets}
21. My test results came back benign. No malignancy
22. Rinse and repeat in 6 months
23. As my momma would say PTL
24. Speaking of mommas
25. Mothers Day is coming up
26. And I shall be giving the gift that keeps giving
27. I am going home to see my Momma and Mammaw
28. I am certain they are overjoyed with the thought of me and three heavenly spawn trampsing through their beloved homes
29. Messing up their ironed lace doilies
30. We reek havoc on ironed lace doilies
31. Its part of my spawn's genetic code
32. Anyhoo -- I got me a realtor
33. Why "What for?" you might ask?
34. Yeah, for what you are thinking.
35. Which means you can IMAGINE the posts that are going to ensue
36. Cause I can't make a decision on what shoes to wear...never the less something LARGE
37. Like earrings
38. Heaven help us
39. Also. as my cool hip teenager neighbor would say
40. I beast my meeting this week
41. But then I tripped and fell in front of forty 'leven people at the airport
42. But then someone called me beautiful
43. And I forgot about my bloody elbow
44. AND IJ asked me where I wanted to go on vaca this summer
45. And I have MADE A DECISION
46. all by myself
47. I want to go to Hilton Head
48. Probably
49. With the Twerps
50. And then just he and I go to a little get away
51. But then who would watch the kids?
52. Duh. Sprout.
53. and CN
54. Amen.
55. Anyhoo -- I miss you all
56. And will be posting IJ's interview soon
57. or possibly if I don't post you should go looking for the hit man
58. Amen.

Love,

CG