I had forgot that Brad had gave me a cd of Ax Nelson a band he is in. he sings a lot of songs that he does at Room Con on the cd. So there will be Bland Lemon Denton at room con 5.2! YES!!! let the part start....

it started as a doodle at work. Just a quick little one off type thing on a scratch piece of paper. Once out of my pen it was gone, so i thought. It has been staying with me and in the last week and a half, i have drawn it 60 times. A tombstone. A regular rectangular tombstone. Usually nothing is on it, its blank. i have also added grass around it. I just don't know what its for. I do know this, it has nothing to do with the deaths that has been happening these past few weeks. If so i would have done some other things other than what i have done.


Oh i take that back, one was a tribute to Uncle Forry...


I wonder if this is part of a thought i had, the tomb of the unknown fan

I got in to the Trick Con Treat art show. Now i wait to get info on how much i spend for my panel and all that jazz. It will be the first time i sent any thing down to Oklahoma since the gallery showing. The person running it had heard from a few people about my work and I am glad that she liked it. (juried show) So now i am going to start working on some of the art. Been thinking of doing a one of the Saw trap victums. Of course i would do it in a way it could be shown either way.... (before times up and after)

I have been dreaming a lot lately. And unlike most of the dreams lately they are all different. Mind you they have the same places but they have been different in what has been going on. Today i had a dream that the house that was next door (that burned) was still there and i was going to get moved in to it. Reason was unknown. work has been a little off in the dreams as well. I wonder if it has any thing to do with the fact they are putting more cameras up in the receiving part of my store. The other parts of my regular dreams (the hotel, the high school) have been weird as well. I think it has to do with the sleep i have been getting. Which has been erratic....

I know that death is a part of life, but i don't want to write about it so often. My friend Julie Hise passed away today. She had a form of brain cancer that spread quickly. She was a good person, and many a time we exchanged email conversations. I will miss her.....

Ok if your on face book and a fan of room con, i have started a group on there....

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=100526602107&ref=mf

Ed McMahon, the loyal "Tonight Show" sidekick who bolstered boss Johnny Carson with guffaws and a resounding "H-e-e-e-e-e-ere's Johnny!" for 30 years, died early Tuesday. He was 86.
McMahon died shortly after midnight at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center surrounded by his wife, Pam, and other family members, said his publicist, Howard Bragman.
Bragman didn't give a cause of death, saying only that McMahon had a "multitude of health problems the last few months."
McMahon had bone cancer, among other illnesses, according to a person close to the entertainer, and had been hospitalized for several weeks. The person spoke on condition of anonymity because he wasn't authorized to release the information.
McMahon broke his neck in a fall in March 2007, and battled a series of financial problems as his injuries preventing him from working.
McMahon and Carson had worked together for nearly five years on the game show "Who Do You Trust?" when Carson took over NBC's late-night show from Jack Paar in October 1962. McMahon played second banana on "Tonight" until Carson retired in 1992.
"You can't imagine hooking up with a guy like Carson," McMahon said an interview with The Associated Press in 1993. "There's the old phrase, hook your wagon to a star. I hitched my wagon to a great star."
McMahon, who never failed to laugh at his Carson's quips, kept his supporting role in perspective.
"It's like a pitcher who has a favorite catcher," he said. "The pitcher gets a little help from the catcher, but the pitcher's got to throw the ball. Well, Johnny Carson had to throw the ball, but I could give him a little help."

Great white sharks hunt just like Hannibal Lecter
Great white sharks have some things in common with human serial killers, a new study says: They don't attack at random, but stalk specific victims, lurking out of sight.
The sharks hang back and observe from a not-too-close, not-too-far base, hunt strategically, and learn from previous attempts, according to a study being published online Monday in the Journal of Zoology. Researchers used a serial killer profiling method to figure out just how the fearsome ocean predator hunts, something that's been hard to observe beneath the surface.
"There's some strategy going on," said study co-author Neil Hammerschlag, a shark researcher at the University of Miami who observed 340 great white shark attacks on seals off an island in South Africa. "It's more than sharks lurking at the water waiting to go after them."
The sharks feeding at Seal Island could have just hovered right where the seals congregated if they were random killers-of-opportunity, Hammerschlag said. But they weren't.
The sharks had a distinct M.O.
They were focused. They stalked from a usual base of operations, 100 yards from their victims. It was close enough to see their prey, but not close enough to be seen and scare off their victims. They attacked when the lights were low. They liked their victims young and alone. They tried to attack when no other sharks were around to compete. They learned from previous kills.
And they attacked from below, unseen.
There's a big difference between great white sharks and serial killers and it comes down to that old gumshoe standard: motive. The great whites attack to eat and survive, not for thrills. And great whites are majestic creatures that should be saved, Hammerschlag said.
"They both have the same objective, which is to find a target or prey or victim," said study co-author D. Kim Rossmo, a professor of criminal justice at Texas State University-San Marcos. "They have to lurk. They want to be efficient in their search."
The human criminal has to worry about being caught by police and thus is even more careful, said Rossmo, who was a police officer for more than 21 years in Vancouver, British Columbia.
The entire shark-serial killer connection is something right out of a crime novel.
R. Aidan Martin, a Canadian shark researcher who has since died, was reading a whodunit that detailed the relatively new field of geographic profiling, which tries to find criminals by looking for patterns in where they strike. He connected with Rossmo, a pioneer in that criminal field, and they applied the work of tracking down criminals to sleuthing shark strategy.
Martin and Hammerschlag watched sharks from sunrise to sunset, applied the "fancy math" of geographic profiling and came out with plots that showed there was some real stalking going on, Hammerschlag said. Older sharks did better and were more stealthy than younger, smaller sharks, demonstrating that learning was occurring, he said.
The study focused on just one location, but the same principles are likely to be applied to other shark hunting grounds. They can't really apply to shark attacks on people because those are so infrequent, Hammerschlag said. But if you could figure out the base of operations for the great whites, it would give you a good idea of places to avoid if you were worried about shark attacks, he said.
Other animals, such as lions, also reveal strategies in their hunting, Hammerschlag said. Land animals have been observed more easily from the air or elsewhere on the ground.
University of Florida shark attack researcher George Burgess, who had no role in the study, said the researchers simply used a new tool to show what scientists pretty much knew all ready: "Sharks are like many other predators that have developed patterns to their attacking that are obviously beneficial as a species."

Not often do i get to quote Hunter S. Thompson in a conversation. but have it be with my neice who is almost 10.....

I want to repeat that really just for my self. I need to let my self know it every once in a while. Doing good, tho i still have a nagging feeling some thing is going to drop or make its self known... oh well if it does because i am working my self forward

It puts the lotion on its skin, it puts the lotion in the basket....

Some thing happened a while back. i took and have been processing it and come to a conclusion. I will never be the person i want to be. Mind you its not a bad thing that i will not be that person. I will have to be the best me i can be. (working on this) I can't change my self in certain ways and i really should not even try to do so. To do so would unbalance the work i have done so far with my going forward. So be your self. A interesting concept.....

HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY GAL ?
(Music : Percy Wenrich / Lyrics : Jack Mahoney) - 1914


Five foot two, eyes of blue,
oh, what those five feet could do:
has anybody seen my gal?

Turned-up nose, turned-down hose
Flapper? Yes sir, one of those
Has anybody seen my gal?

Well, if you run into a five-foot-two
covered with pearls,
Diamond rings, all those things,
Bet your life it isn't her

But could she love, could she coo!
Cootchie-cootchie-cootchie coo!
Has anybody seen my gal

My parents took Misty to the vet that Sherri works for. She sent me the following...

I'm sure your folks made it home by now after bringing Misty in.

I wanted to let you know Misty acted like she recognized me when she smelled my hands (I greeted her when they came in but she didn't register me until I knelt down and let her smell me.) She wagged her tail.

She was very brave when the time came. Dr. shaved the fur on her leg and she wasn't fond of the buzzing the clippers made even if she couldn't hear it. Still, she was good, and it went smoothly. As he slowly gave the injection she passed on. Very peaceful, almost as if she were ready but unable to say so in so many words.

Your Mum cried some, your Dad got teary and we all shared the tissue box. They brought a blanket to wrap her in for her journey and then it was done. The end of the Tale of Misty, or in her case, Tail.

I debated putting this on my LJ as I sometimes do when things affect or move me, but ultimately this is YOUR story, and out of respect I leave the decision to you if you want to put it out on your LJ or prefer to hold her memory close to your heart.

Hugs, Sherri


I hope to let sherri know that the family does apreciate her being there for us. I hope she will post this also on her LJ as she is part of this story as well....

took and petted the dog on her head one last time, and dug the rest of the hole. I'm off to go cry now...

I will be digging a hole while my mother and father take the dog to the vet, to have her put to sleep. She has been a good dog and my mother has finally decided to have her put down because she has not been doing well lately. i think she has eaten once since last friday. She has suffered enough. I just hope i can get the hole dug, as it looks like it might rain. Sigh...

I remember going to a new elementary school when ours closed down. Out of all the kids that was in my class room i had some people i new. But the kids i would hand around with at recess was the handicap kids. i was not much on playing games, or swinging, i was more interested in the people. (some thing i find true to this day) The handicap kids would all stay in one corner of the play ground and no one would really pay them any attention. There was Kathy, the girl with the crutches and other problems, Sean who was in a electric wheel chair and some others. There was one guy that for some reason i have been thinking of for a while. He was the oldest of the kids and was the most bitter. He was in a wheel chair because he was paralyzed from the waist down. He always seemed like a bitter young man. If he could stand, i think he would have been easily 6 foot tall. And as i said, he always seemed unhappy with the world. But we easily got along. I have been wondering about him lately. i keep thinging is he doing well or is he even alive. But most of all i keep wondering if he is still so bitter with the world...

Some times you get the bear, but some times the bear get you.

that is all

Wow what a dream that was. A camp Crystal lake house complex. Each one having a veiw of the lake which had slowly dried up, giving the snapping turtles no place to live. the turtles are all moving about like packs of wild dogs. A shopping mall that is filled with a lot of people, half of them being a clone of a guy in different types of drag. And yet the dream felt normal...

I woke up at 7 last night. thought about the fact the time was when i should have been in therapy. it was a little weird for me to think i would not be going. After all i had been going every 2 weeks for the last 4 years. (or s it 5) But i know it was not going any where. I am looking in to some other stuff, because i know i am not all the way sure on things. But as i have been told by a good friend. Its all little steps forward....