Uh, Colonel?

My sister lost her battle with cancer. I can't think of anything else to say. Actually my head is full of thoughts but I can't get them out and into coherent sentences.

In general, this whole year has been an emotional mess. In July we had to euthanize our cat, Spot. His picture is on my profile page, greeting everyone as friends.

Okay, so that's where I'm at right now.

I'm on the last leg of my current trip, which means I'm on my way home. This journey started out with our annual trek to the Covered Bridge Festival in Rockville, Indiana. From there we traveled down to Orlando, Florida and spent an amazing day watching Dragon Boat Racing and rooting for dear friend gatebee! Who knew! I sure didn't, but I figured it had to be something awesome because she has been so completely absorbed by it. So now I'm a new fan. She keeps trying to get me and hubby to join up with whatever local team, and I love her for that, I really do, and I'm really tempted...Ahhhhhh!

From there to New Orleans, LA and a few days, not enough time, with my daughter.

On to Houston, TX and hubby's uncle and cousins, four fabulous ladies who love their daddy to bits! We came away from there with a couple of grocery bags worth of personally-harvested pecans, thank you very much!

Then onward to Sun City, AZ and my mom and two sisters. Hubby insisted we opt for the cheaper weekly rate but I understand that he was saving me from the agony of deciding on how many days to stay. It ended up working out perfectly, details being too teary for me to elaborate.So Saturday night I hugged my mom tight, struggling to let her go until she told me she's going to hang around for a long time. So I let go.

And now we're heading home but I feel like I'm stretching a rubber band way past its limit.

So any hope for a canon confirmation of Sam and Jack has been squashed.

I'm very sad.

No, I was sad.

Now I'm absofuckinglutely mad!

You no-good, lousy, wimpy, lame-butt PTB! Your wittle bitty feewings are hurt cuz the diehard Stargate SG-1 and SGA fans do not like your precious SGU! Um, yeah cuz you all just thumbed your noses at us when you abandoned decent scripting and production of SG-1 and SGA in order to get your precious SGU into production. Wait, lemme guess...  You whored yourselves to SyFy and then they dumped you like a piece of trash when SGU ratings never, ever came anywhere close to SG-1 and SGA. Like you didn't know that SyFy is only concerned about the everlovin' dollar? And now you just walk away from it all and blame us for our lack of support. Wow. Really professional.

I have a mind to take my 3 dozen plus video ideas and delete them.

But I won't do that.

Yet.

I'm sure after I calm down I will want to work on them.

So I'll force myself to stay rational until that day.

In the meantime I'm just not going to give a rat's ass about television shows and the characters on them. Never in my life did I let myself get caught up into a television show like this. I never will again.

I think a momma bird doesn’t get all bent up when it’s time for the babies to leave. I think a momma bird doesn’t get worried when a baby bird is big enough to go; and then goes! I think a momma bird has the courage to make the babies leave when they are big enough. I think a momma bird makes the babies go because if they stay she’ll go insane. I think the birds that dive-bomb cars are the momma birds that don’t make their babies leave the nest no matter how “unprepared” they may be.

I think I wanna be a bird.

Maybe I already am because I’m having unhealthy thoughts of playing in traffic.

I hate being lied to; especially if the liar is a child. My child. Hello? I will find out because I’M THE MOM.

Okay, baby'o'mine, maybe if you lie about brushing your teeth (or rather, NOT brushing your teeth) then I probably won’t find out. That is, until the dentist informs me that you obviously are not brushing your teeth because the gingivitis is starting already. Oh yes, we moms have spies everywhere.

But then you grow up and I don’t have those spies anymore so you think you can lie? I don’t think so, Scooter. I will still find out because I’M THE MOM. Age ain't got squat to do with nothing.

How about let’s make a deal? If you are a legal adult and you want to do something and you feel that you cannot tell your parents what that something is and, rather, you feel that telling them a lie will make it “easier” for them, then just don’t tell them anything. Trust me, a parent would much rather find out about something that you’ve done (or are doing) and not have known about it than to find out about something that you’ve done (or are doing) and have thought you did (or are doing) something else.

Think about that.