ManCandy Monday!

It has occurred to me that my mood has been fowl for a week or so and this bothers me. I’m off meds and stuff, so perhaps I should get back on them. Other things as well, things beyond my control, has contributed to it.

I was sickened by this weekend’s shenanigans in Virginia. I don’t HAVE cable or television, so I was not aware until Sunday what was going on. Really late Saturday.  I don’t consider Tumbler as a reputable place for news and neither is Facebook or Twitter. Regardless, there is a time and place for everything and fists and cars is not freedom of speech. I’m not condoning anything that happened this weekend – from either side!

Well, the Silent March for Peace by the local clergy. That, I condone.

I’m just at a total loss for words. I could break out into a windy discourse, but I… can’t. I won’t. I would meander too much.

I’ve consoled myself with a bit of retail therapy. I’m starting to think i MIGHT have a problem.

For some odd reason, car insurance is jumping up drastically in Georgia. I don’t know why. Mine has doubled since October 2015 and no one is taking new policies. All of my family members are sky-rocketing as well. And that’s all insurance companies, not just mine.

So with my car insurance doubling and my rent going up and Michael returning to school… the belt is getting ready to get tightened.

Oh. We are going into the Interior tomorrow evening until Thursday. He has a cardiologist appointment in Atlanta. That valve that was replaced in 2004, only had a 10 year warranty and in the past, has proven difficult to get a good bead on through normal testing. He’s very nervous. I’m upset because he’s nervous. Prayers and good thoughts for safe travels and easy access would be appreciated.

I don’t know about you, but I could use some Mancandy. Enjoy.


Have you ever

gotten up in the morning and realized before you opened your eyes that you were in a bad mood, a bitchy mood and nothing today was going to fix it and anyone in your path that day was a sitting duck?

Today, I am that bitch.

  • Spent yesterday creating and processing a form for a meeting that i’m in charge of, sent it out to the staff, came in EARLY this morning to print said form, only to discover that my team doesn’t have this meeting anymore due to reasons. No one told me, the team leader.
  • A pair of jean shorts I ordered in early May and was in stock when I ordered them, was actually out of stock. I was supposed to get them today, instead I get an email telling me they’ll be in in September. It’s jean shorts that I should have bought at walMart. I have cancelled the order.
  • A shirt I purchased arrived with a small tear/cut in the front. Very noticeable. I sent them back for an exchange and today I’m informed it is no longer carried (yes it is – it’s in the most recent catalog!) I’ve asked for an exchange or a retry.
  • Poured the rain yesterday. School was flooded. My shoes are still wet. We are expecting more rain today. At least right now I have my rain boots and my umbrella.
  • Yesterday’s lunch consisted of 2 little lite cheese wedges, 3 oz of almonds and applesauce. My yogurt was curdled. I hope today’s yogurt isn’t curdled.
  • My car insurance is doubling on the 14th unless I find alternatives. So far, that hasn’t panned out.
  • The only GOOD news is I have a light day today. Thank you Jesus.

Here. Have some Richard.



Let’s Raise Some Cheers And Some Funds – Celebrating With A Purpose!

Guylty Pleasure

Two envelopes stamped in Turkey arrived in my house today. Sent separately by a generous benefactress (who wishes to remain anonymous but is known to me), the envelopes contained two items to go into auction. And their arrival reminded me that it is high time to make it official:

Coming in less than three weeks: The 2017 RA birthday auctions! 

Since we can’t celebrate with Richard, how about we celebrate with a purpose? I know that a great many of you are getting ready to make donations in honour of Richard’s birthday – a great idea and following Richard’s own suggestion. Once again, this year you also have the opportunity to not only do good with a donation – *but* to possibly get something back besides the good feeling of helping those in need: You could bid on (and win) fan items via the birthday auctions, with all…

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Folly Island Lighthouse

trying to keep my mind off  2 things

  1. I return to work tomorrow. Eeep! I’m not ready! Summer went too fast!
  2. I’m hungry. WAIT! It’s after noon! LUNCH!

Honest, I thought it was about 10:30 AM. And I’ve had my oatmeal. Bleh.

Praying I get PAID tomorrow. We scrapping left overs. We have half a tank of gas and no bread. I have 2 bucks in my bank account. It’s been worse. Earlier this year, we spent 10 days with .93 in my account. Of course, the pantry was full and I had 30.oo on a walmart gift card, so we did gas.

We are going to do something today that we’ve NOT done and it’s over due. We’re heading to the little local library. Honest, this place looks pretty dang small! So we’ll see. Spawn thinks he’s found somewhere to fix his Ninetendo 64. I wish he’d find the cords to his Supernintendo so we could play Castlevania III.

The last day we were in Charleston, we went to the City Market in historical Charleston and then trotted off to Morris Island to see the lighthouse. We’ve seen the lighthouse some years ago – I spoke to the only ghost I’ve ever encountered on the beach. I’ll talk more about that in a few.


We were here… 17 years ago. A hurricane had come through the year before and flattened the homes near the beach. I have pictures somewhere. All the graffiti is new.

Due to construction (and other reasons) we had to park what I thought was half a mile from the lighthouse. After combing a VERY SOFT beach for almost an hour – and me getting sunburnt in the process, it dawned on me that we were combing the Atlantic side of the beach and not the channel side. So we were way off.

We then forgot which walking dock we entered the beach on and went another half mile further south than we needed to. I wasn’t happy. I spent the majority of this little vacay lost. And getting a lot of steps in on my Fitbit.


Somewhere, I have the older pictures of that trip on my external, but danged if I can find it. To the best of my recollection, there was SOME beach when you stepped over the dunes. Quite a bit of beach, to be honest. Not anymore. There is none, whatsoever.

When we went in 2000, I remember stepping past the dunes and thinking – that lighthouse is leaning. It was on a visible sandbar and only about 50 yards from the beach. You could have walked to it, except you could see the undertow. I’m taking pictures when I hear – Miss? Miss? Something touched my arm and a woman said – She wants to talk to you.

It was weird because we were the only ones on the beach, or so I thought. I turn to see a very elderly woman – her skin was like parchment – wearing an aqua capri set and a matching visor. she’s sitting on a Victorian Park bench of all things. She proceeds to tell me that her uncle had been the last light house keeper and she had fond memories of playing on the lighthouse in the summer.

My son was getting to close to the water, so I asked her to hold that thought. I took 5 steps and called him back and when I turned back around, she was gone, the bench was gone and I had an eerie crawl on my neck.

When I told my mom, she said – that woman needed to talk to someone before she left this realm. I guess so.

I love gardens, but I also love desolate places and this is becoming a desolate place. This lighthouse will eventually be claimed by the sea. I tried very hard to get this lighthouse and Charleston/Sanford Island lighthouse in the same picture. You can see the Charleston lighthouse from there, but due to haze, it really didn’t come up.