No Ma'am!!

scheißen!!

Thanks to a number of things - mostly me - and MySpace, I've found myself neglecting this blog.

It would appear a great windfall then, that few people have visited to learn of this. :-)

Given some new changes - be them present or future - I look forward to getting into this wholly.

As I've said here before, "Time will tell."

As I was saying.....

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Bad blogger. BAD.

Such a shame things have not worked out as I'd hoped with this as of yet, for there have been SO many things that would have been post-worthy. A number of which I'll probably forget, sadly.

For the record: Depression SUCKS.

I've got a nasty sinus "thing" which plagued me this weekend. However, in complete defiance, I went out and about anyway, drinking my sore throat away, one vodka tonic at a time. Today, it attempts revenge. We'll see who wins this battle once I take a nice hot shower. *glare*

Music continues to sustain me. At the moment, this voice takes me on journeys not yet ventured, and some never imagined. What I would give to have a place in Atlanta to sit and listen to such.

Oh well - time to tackle this "ick". More soon, I hope.

And the wall falls down.

Wow. So much time - and life - has passed since last I posted. The courage to continue with this never quite came to me. Until now.

Over the past several years, I've allowed myself to just "exist", never having fully recovered from an event which led to an inner-exile from my truest self - with only "pieces" rising to the surface. This also just happened to be the year I came out - imagine! Granted, some of those "pieces" have enjoyed incredible experiences which shall live with me always. With all that said, a recent weekend found me all-too-closely relating to this person, and I am still coming to terms with its impact. Luckily, no one was hurt, and I fall into the category of "not getting caught". How that is so is beyond me.

A number of you - hopefully - seeing these words, have inspired my decision to take a walk down this path, as I have gained such a wealth of insight from your blogs, and aspire to similar goals for myself - and others - here. It's clear that time will dictate just how successful this will be, and I look forward to the journey.

*sigh* I promise that I won't wallow in this - who wants to read about someone's DRAMA? Well, plenty of people, from what I see on some of the comment boards - however, I fully intend on writing about the fun, too. Trust me, there's more of that in my life than even I realize most days.

So, here's to new beginnings. And no more fallen walls - I can't afford to fix the first one!

Anything but normal

Even my birth: Weeks late, and nearly killing my mother in delivery - not me, the doctors - I made quite the entrance. Funny, twenty six years later, I'm still known for those.

From small town Georgia, I soon found myself in Cairo, Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs. An untimely event saw a hasty return, much to my family's dismay. Three weeks after my 13th birthday, we made our way abroad once more. The destination proved quite an adjustment; at least initially.

Two life-defining years later, my return to the land I called home warranted even greater adjustment. Having experienced so much LIFE, no matter how forced, with representatives from innumerable walks of life elicits comparisons to this day.

A love for plants, of all things, traveled with me from the arid land I left behind. The climate was ideal for a staggering number of plants, and their growth unearthed a connection yet to be fully realized. Countless memories, and ten years later, I am a full-fledged plant-a-holic. Or, as a series of “retail appearances” revealed, a plant pimp.

And so it begins. . . . . .

Little did I know that reading this would lead me here.

Only time will tell how wise a decision this is - until then........