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About Me

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MySpace Layouts Okay, i am being forced by alien daughter to fill this in, else she will do it for me and she will call me some esoteric far eastern name rather than the French one i got from my anesthetised mother 60 years ago. Before I forget why I got on here today, I am inviting ANYONE who would like (love) to go hiking for exploring the local geographical/topography to please get in touch. I can not ever find anyone able-bodied and intelligent to go with me on these jaunts to trek through the local hillsides and rocks, to scan the ground for traces of past cultures. well, look at the culture we are left with this century and you see why I am searching for remnants of the past! So, seriously, the weather is almost right to go trekking, so contact moi. the search is primarily for Native American and mound culture and older evidencia. That covered...might I define myself by my friends? Guilt by association. Too forgiving! After all my favorite husband was the one who left me with the kids, and no alimoney or support, and i still think he was a nice guy in midlife crisis! never mind OUR crisis! We love chaos! We have to, our friends and employers grant us that daily. Serenity now...i dare you to depart a plane in L.A. with only $5 and no place to stay and no job! I dare you to go cross country in a loaded pick up pulling a loaded trailer and not know how to turn it on a dime or a ball field! i dare you to drive through the night to the Ontario airport arriving at peak traffic on the Queen's Highway! I dare you to wear a guitar and ripitup for the audience in Laguna Beach. I dare you to love the drunks and forgive the addicts and to feed the homeless. sleep in your car before it is reposessed. to hitchhike in Alaska and hike with the polar bears. dare to order oatmeal in a classy restaurant...just a few adventures...there are thousands. What the Hell have YOU done? For REAL i mean.

My Interests

Egomaniacally my interests are the archaic past, the mysteries buried in sand, silt, volcanic ash, clay and my own past. Egomaniacally i play guitar and sing in the dark when it rains and i am aloone...aalll aloone...and i draw cartoons of people even when they don't know it. and write short stories and songs which tell the truth however humorous or poignant. today i played soccer and volleyball for hours with little kids and i didn't die or even breath hard. Tennis anyone?

I'd like to meet:

Not meeting anyone. You are only ONLINE, you are not really meeting anyone. Get real! I meet people when I take a train to Utah or California and walk around the club car, the party car and the car with the guy who has that double cabin and a shower. Anyone i want to meet i have already met, and i love them. They fill the pages. AND IF YOUR PROFILE IS SET TO PRIVATE, DO NOT REQUEST THAT I BE ONE OF YOUR FREINDS 'CUZ I CAN'T SEE WHO YOU BE in the first place. thanks!

Music:

Delta Blues, classic rock and folkey folkey all the names you can find for me. New new stuff, alternative, college circuit and Rusted Root. That Michael Glabicki needs to find me so i can work on that hard breathing thing.

Movies:

If I can recall the name of a movie then I have been sitting on my ass way too long. if i watch a movie more than once, i must not be doing a damned thing. once again, the ass thing. (However the "Wood Man"comes to mind, love Woody)

Television:

Seinfeld. we have lived most of the episodes and will be performing them again and again as well as new ones yet to be released. Don't you wish you could be in them? Some of you have been and were the best episodes! Some of you were in the worst episodes of my life, and you know who you are.

Books:

Guy DeMaupassant (as if any of you know him), Dostoevsky (as if you could even pronounce it), Barbara Kingsolver, Charles Bukowski (rythms with Puke ow ski and usually can cause that) and a whole cupboard full of books on archaeology and Native American history, philosophy yadda yadda and i like those empty wooden books where you stash the money!

Heroes:

Now this is tough. that creative writing class in college - same assignment. same no answer. To be demonstrative of my failure to emmulate I wrote then about Howdy Doody. Not that I like the guy....but what heroes? My dad? he was short and strong and always brave enough to take on 5 at a time if there were 5 who needed taking on. Go Dad! Dad survived my Mom. If you survive your own mother, you can be your own hero. Yeah, I can be a hero too.

My Blog

the Oldest to the Newest of Friends

Just have to say something for those old friends who are searching for each other after these many dirty old weary war torn years. Last night I counseled a crying very inhebriated young friend who i...
Posted by susette on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 10:07:00 PST

Just a Little Tired and Broken

My old friend Dirk had decided to set me up with his best buddy Mat, due to the fact that everyone I ever date is gay or lies, or is younger than my grandchildren, or combinations of all three. Not t...
Posted by susette on Wed, 28 May 2008 06:03:00 PST

the Mystery at the Bates House

No one knew, not even my best friends knew, what was happening at the house. Somewhere recently there had been yet one more interloper into my private gray matter. Like scabies, someone determined...
Posted by susette on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 04:55:00 PST

Classical Music and Sleep

Music tends to blind and baffle me. Suppose there is a background of music in the room which I want to decipher, words and story format, and try to butter a piece of toast...soon the toast is mislai...
Posted by susette on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:50:00 PST

A True Encounter of the Perpendicular Kind

Please, Friend, draw up a chair and get comfortable. Maybe a blanket ocross your knees and a hot cup of tea with cream, or a tall glass of wine as I hold both your hands in mine and beg you to listen...
Posted by susette on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 04:53:00 PST

The Cave Climb of Little Big Horn Canyon

So long ago it was that we set out on that journey to Wyoming in a VW bus, all of us so naive, so Mormon and so straight. We were leaving Brigham Young Uni for a venture to the homestead of Tex Hoop...
Posted by susette on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:26:00 PST

Good Ole Freddie, the Former Spouse

On a freezing cold day like this one, some of the humor of knowing and having married good ole boy Fred brightens the day. We live in a place where "Lake Effects" is a term that draws fear into the ...
Posted by susette on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 06:18:00 PST

Its Somebody Elses Birthday in January, again, and not Mine...

Once in awhile I get out the guitar and sing Cactus Tree written by Joni Mitchell, while living the words as well now as I did when she wrote it. It tells the story of a woman often sought by men o...
Posted by susette on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:28:00 PST

The Burning Christmas of 1993

Most of us agree that Christmas is a tough time, unless you do lead a charmed life and are perhaps lead by the need to recieve gifts and have the monied ability to grant gifts! I currently have neit...
Posted by susette on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 10:10:00 PST

The ’Too Late’ Reunion at Laguna

"Katya, my glasses are not on, so I can not see, but it looks like the poor guy has broken a front tooth. Is it so?" I commented when James left the room momentarily.After twelve long years not seei...
Posted by susette on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:30:00 PST