meSo today I actually got a few things accomplished:
1. Mining claim papers filed in courthouse and copies sent to BLM.
2. County insurance papers returned to Human Services ..... hopefully the insurance will stay in tact.
3. Wally World ..... as I told eyesthebye I was in the mood for some abuse. And Wally World know how to dish it out.
4. Beer run ..... 100 degrees today ..... need beer
5. Mailed off trailer registration and letter to one of the girls at the house who I received a letter from yesterday.
Now I just need to file this shit in the filing cabinet .... which would take all of 1 minute ..... but knowing me it will sit in my other filing pile for a little bit longer. 1. Mining claim papers filed in courthouse and copies sent to BLM.
2. County insurance papers returned to Human Services ..... hopefully the insurance will stay in tact.
3. Wally World ..... as I told eyesthebye I was in the mood for some abuse. And Wally World know how to dish it out.
4. Beer run ..... 100 degrees today ..... need beer
5. Mailed off trailer registration and letter to one of the girls at the house who I received a letter from yesterday.
Now for something different ..... I just counted ..... I have 49 days till I turn 50. So For the hell of it .... I am going to try and post something from each year of my life be it a sentence, a story, a paragraph ..... each day till then. So ... here goes:
1957 - Julie Ann was born in Torrance California at the Torrance Memorial hospital. She was taken home from the hospital by her new adoptive parents who were so happy that they had a new baby girl to love. They nurtured her through her first year .... always in fear that the birth mother would want their baby girl back. She had every right to do so in that first year. My father used to tell me it was the hardest year of his life. Julie's new family loved her and it was never thought that she was not part of this family. She was one of theirs. Julie did not know at that young age how very lucky she was. She did not know her birth mother nor did she know what a birth mother was. She was in the arms of people who would cherish her forever.
My dad .... me in his arms and three of my cousins.
Peace. J.
