Lots of stuff going on in my life the past month. The past 3 weeks I have been without a phone because my phone provider updated their shit and partnered with Dish and OMG, what a fucking nightmare. Really stressed me out. Changed providers now so hopefully my phone will continue to work. Priti Patel's rubber stamping Julian's extradition on June 17th really fucking stressed me out and the crimes being committed against that man by my country are unbelievable.  I'm just flabbergasted especially at the ignorance of the population and the silence of Legacy Media.  Fuck, it is a lot to know about and not want to scream, the inhumanity not to mention, the implications for journalists all over the world who will be subjected to Empire's power for publishing truth. There will be no more truth, lies and propaganda will be the only thing allowed.  Mother fuckers, wake the fuck up.  Arrgh.

Working hard to stay calm.  Have many words and stories I need to write but the time is running short as I have a billion things to do.  Sell one house and remodel another. I don't even want to relive the remodeling stress I have been dealing with and the house crap, it stresses me out.

I have been helping Jackson with his show, dropping all the quotes and facts, going old skool cool and being based! ROFL They swear I am not too old to use that term, but I feel silly using it so I just say "all your base are belong to us" and the oldsters grin.

Time to get something done.

My Father-In-Law Harvey died this morning, he was 84 and has been in bad health for a few years.  This picture of us was the last time I saw him alive.   I went to visit Gramma on her 84th Birthday last year.  We had an 85th Birthday party for Gramma on Saturday and all the kids were able to visit Harvey and get some pictures.

I wish you Peace and Love Harvey and I'm just going to say one more thing, if it wasn't for Gramma I would have told your ass off fierce, but I didn't want to upset her.  I also know you would take it out on her.  I am not sure why you were so mean and grumpy sometimes, but I know you had Love in you and I saw your tears many times.  I wish you well on your journey and I do love you and your family so very much.  GOD BLESS! ♥

I just finished bottling up a batch of kombucha for its second ferment.  I have several flavors here apple, apple-cranberry apple-rhubarb, black cherry, cranberry....I think that's it.  I have been brewing and bottling kombucha for over 1 year and credit it to finally ridding myself of my Diet Coke addiction.  I drank Diet Coke every day, for over 25 years and for several of those years, it was the first thing I drank in the morning.  I craved it sooooo much.  Happily, after about 1 month of not drinking it and instead drinking kombucha, I was able to rid myself of this poison.   I was also able to get my Father off of Diet Coke too, by drinking kombucha. 

I am anti-war always, but if I dare speak against the established narrative I am automatically a Putin Puppet.  Fuck you dumb mother fucking brainwashed idiots, dare to think for yourselves and ask fucking questions.  Why aren't we allowed to hear Russia's side of the story? Why is anything that goes against the mainstream narrative blocked by the fucking MSM and big tech pigs who have lied to us over and fucking over again?   You all have battered woman syndrome, you keep going back to the same fucking mouthpieces that lied to us over and over again and keep believing their bullshit.  What fucking gives?  I am not wired to blindly obey or believe, I am just not fucking wired that way.  It would make life a lot easier if I could just fall in line like a good little sheep and believe every piece of fucking shit that the State Sponsored Talking Heads spew at me.  Ignorance is indeed bliss, but I am not fucking wired that way.

I'm wild fucking mad, full of an insane amount of rage at my fucking country and the lying, war-mongering devils that run it and bully the rest of the fucking world into submission.  I FUCKING HATE THEM!  I really do not fucking care who fucking knows or what fucking kind of label you want to put on me, some day I will laugh in your stupid fucking brainwashed face and say I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!  You fucking so called leftist who hop on the fucking bandwagons of censorship and blind obedience, who gobble up the word salad of fucking hypocrites.  WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!

Why is it when Joe Rogan takes Ivermectin it is a horse de-wormer but when the Queen takes it, it is good medicine?  Why are NAZI's in Ukraine providing assistance good, but the NAZI's from WW II bad?  Why can Israel kill, maim, and brutalize Palestinians for over 70 years but daring to speak out about it makes you an anti-semite?  Why can our weapons buddies, the Saudi pigs who will murder you for being gay, able to pound Yemen with bombs we provide able to do it without a word of condemnation?  Because our fucking government is a bunch of blood thirsty hypocrites, who only care about one thing, can it make us money????  Capitalist fucking PIGS!  UNPLUG YOUR FUCKING TV and disconnect yourself from the brainwashing devils that run every fucking thing in the World.  Demand TRUTH, even if it destroys your reality.  Buy guns and learn to grow and preserve food and always say your prayers!

P.S. Fuck that oatmeal brained fucking guy we have as President, and the piece of shit we had before him and the piece of shit we had before him, and the one before him, ad infinitum....  FUCK ALL THE CAPITALIST WAR PIGS!

Fuck the War-Mongering Power Elite!

I was at work browsing Xanga on Sep 11, 2001 and that is how I found out.  Actually it was this blog that broke the news to me and I thought it was some sort of creative writing blog, but NO...it was real.  Just thought I would come back here today and visit the blog and write a little something about today.

On our way to Rize UP!

So last weekend Dave drove Holly and I to the UP to stock up on some cannabis type things.  Holly and I needed a designated driver so we could fully indulge in our purchases.  We started the journey by eating one of the fabulous PB cookies that Carolyn and I made back in September and that got us really giddy, which was necessary when the car broke down about 1.5 hours into our trip.  We had a broken axle, but lucky for us we had a SIL who lived near, suggested a great mechanic and within a few hours we were back on the road.

After hitting the RISEUP dispensary we drove off and looked for somewhere to get some pasties and headed back, getting even more stoned.  We stopped for gas on the way home and I took the opportunity to ride the cow they had on display in the entrance.

Had a blast and got super stoned!

I wandered back here a couple days back, looking for something I said or something like that and wandered down a rabbit hole. It was delightful though and has been fun looking back. I am looking ahead now and think coming back to Xanga is a splendid idea, my usual hangouts are forever full of all the shit that is the WORLD and every fucking thing that makes me rage.

I be raging a lot lately and it just isn't healthy, nor conducive to a productive mind. I have stopped feeding many of the machines this year and have a few more to go. Xanga will be a keeper though, somewhere that nobody goes and I don't have to be engaged in all the rage or shadow banned for days and corporate manipulation of every fucking thing.

So YAY! I AM A-FUCKING-OK and still full of lots of songs and rhymes, though I need to find another favourite word, because FUCK is getting way overplayed!

BE WELL. ♥

I was reading some old blogs tonight, way back from 2003. I was talking about a dream I had about my brother Bill and my Aunt Jan & Uncle Lee. My Aunt & Uncle were alive when I wrote that, but they aren't anymore. They died within 1 year of each other and it really sucked. Uncle Lee died suddenly last year and soon after we buried him, my Aunt learned she had cancer. She was defiant at first, determined to kick it's ass. It didn't take long for that to change and then the slow, disgusting hand of death gripped her soul and whittled her away. She died last month but she was gone much before that. She was the only Aunt I had left and I loved her a lot. I loved them both a lot and their lives mattered.

I have been miserably ill this past week. Thought I might go see a doctor today but a few swigs of cough syrup have quieted the gurgling noises in my chest, so now I am thinking not. I don't want to know.

I haven't written much at all lately, been kind of flat and uninspired. I spend most of my summers in the gardens and kitchen. This is work I do enjoy and I love having my shelves filled with all my home canned goods. We went through a lot of my food this past year. This summer is going to be crazy busy with buying a new house, moving, cleaning, changes all around.

I got to thinking at my Aunts funeral about how life seems to move at different speeds. It seems to take forever to make it through the first 20 years and at 20, thinking about turning 40 seems a million years away. Then 40 hits and your like, wow that went pretty quick and you start to get nervous about the next 20 years and how quickly it is going to creep up on you. Once you get to 60 and you think about the next 20 years..... well, then it gets kind of iffy if you will even get to see another 20 years. I can't imagine anything past 80, not with my genes and health issues. I really don't think I want to anyway, it gets pretty lonely at that age.

I am seeing that with my parents and in-laws now, all of their friends and family dying around them. Stocking up on sympathy cards. It is especially difficult for my parents, having lost 2 of their 3 children already. I pray they do not have to see me die, that just wouldn't be fair.

Enough now. It felt good to write and I think I shall do this some more. Blog on Xanga, like back in the old days, before I had a flip phone. RETRO! =)

BE WELL. ♥

I am feeling like I ought to be blogging again so some of these words and rhymes and racing things can get out of my head. I find myself typing a LOT of things and then just deleting, feels good just to get that crap out sometimes you know?

I have my songs too, that I sing on a whim and screechingly high and out of tune. My pups love those songs, not so sure about the humans though, should they happen to be about when the tune hits me. Most have probably learned to ignore me, tune me out, but sometimes they listen because they will give me that look or tell me "JoAnn that is not very nice" yah I know, but what can you do when you have that mean stuff in you? Find a way to let it go, that is about all I KNOW!

It is not a disease that will kill me but rather diseased thoughts and feelings and so.... need to keep that stuff in check and learn a different way to flow. My monkey Ras Tafari is teaching me a LOT about that, cuz I always have treated him as an "IDEAL" and one without opinions, cares or woes and when he stumbles upon something not to his liking, he just moves on and lets it go. This is NOT EASY cuz he is ME and well, my mouth can do some flapping and my fingers can really tap sometimes and I will REACT.... not often, but I have it in me.

Anyhoo.... just typing up some stuff now after I processed a lot of words, thoughts, plans, decisions, talks and ummmm then I forget what I was about to type or say. ADD, yes my attention is in constant need of energy, reminders, talking out loud, stay on track JoAnn don't get side-tracked, pay attention, finish one thing first, do not go off on a tangent, set the timer, write a note, say it out loud.

YUP! Maybe they got some drugs for this ADD thing but you know I am pretty sure I can control it now that I realize how much of an issue it really is and how I do not get shit done cuz I bounce, bounce, bounce about and really, it isn't as cute as I thought it was.

Anyhoo.... just some blah blah blah stuff that I will finish now cuz I am mid project in another screen.

Meow. Meow.

P.S. I really have no time to come to Xanga to read much at all but it's my blog so I can just come here to write, like I used to do when I thought nobody was watching or knew who I was and Borderline left me in tears. =)

BE WELL.

That fucking pig in the picture below is a fuckhead dick! This is my blog and I will swear if I want to! And I want to!

I am not even going to waste space and energy to talk about all that shit. I felt like I should write more, if only just to bitch and save my friends and family all that crap.

hahaha

Oh gee, lots of stuff going on right now and tomorrow I have to see my Doctor and it's going to be a shitful visit and really going to be hard to convince him I don't need drugs, but you know I'm just not ready to go there.

What to do?

Go upstairs and shave my legs and try to lay on the girly charm and distract him away from the issue at hand? That is about all I have cuz I sure do not feel well and all the stress that bastard fuck head pig just brought into my life has not helped the cause.

OK, I guess I just wanted to say hey and maybe and perhaps I will try to do this more because I miss the tap, tap, tapping of my bouncing mind.... I am steady creating though, always creating...and some of my creations actually get finished, others are strewn about the house here and there and in one thousand text documents I type out or copy and save for another time.

Some day I will be organized....some day, some day.

So in the interim I would like to share My Pet Ras Tafari and my Easter Habitat I am quite proud of.... I mean who would take those golden easter eggs and construct a hookah? I WOULD! I only did all this and all of that because I LIKE TO LAUGH! And damnit, plushies LOVE TO GET BAKED! Jeremy the Engineer Plushie is one of my faves.... I always hook him up with the hottest plushies and get him good and baked.

Makes me LAUGH!

Laughter is the best medicine, and then the Puff, Puff, Pass!

BE WELL.