Back at Saturday here in the Coachella Valley and tonight is the last blue moon of this decade.  If I can stay awake long enough maybe I will slip outside and take a look and howl…who knows?

Just been a little stuck.  Trying to get my blurb for my artist page about pain.  Pain is funny.  It is a symptom.  I know this from my schooling for surgical technology at GCC in Glendale, CA.  Yes, I tried that too.  Nothing quite fit.  I once fainted during a ptyergium removal and all I did was set up the tray and when the Ophthalmologist I was working for made the first incision into that eyeball and all you could see was eyeball as their was a blue drape neatly draped over the patient, my world went black. Then I remember Dr. B’s wife trying to wake me up.  She was an RN.  There went 2 plus years of vocational school, right out the door. I knew it wasn’t for me, at least not working with eyeballs and surgery.  So, I got stuck in accounting where it was clean and safe.  This was right around the time I met hubby, the first time.  So, yeah, I am a bit scattered, not that I didn’t try.  Wow, these memories are coming so quickly lately.  Thinking about my blog yesterday, no one tells your story like you, right?  I was thinking about stopping but I am tired of doing what I think would make other people happy and comfortable, so no, I am not stopping.  I figure maybe one day, my kids or grand kids may happen upon this and get my story somewhat first hand.

Oh gotta sing this song by Kate Nash.  I feel sorry for my neighbors as sometimes I crank up the volume.  Her album Made of Bricks got me through some painful times and some really good belly laughing, high-fiving sessions with friends when listening to her and okay, man bashing a little.