Just WHERE have I BEEN lately?

 Whelp.... I have hardly slept in my own bed since June.  For the three actual readers of this dumb blog this may make some sense as to why I have been so quiet for 2025.  

I travel a lot.  Most of it is for work.  I have been to Chicago, Alaska, Hawaii, San Diego, Tahoe, PLEASANTON  (there is nothing pleasant about Pleasanton, California) just like there is nothing pleasant about Pleasant Hill,,,where there is no hill and nothing is pleasant.  My company thinks there is something magical about getting all of us together in a stuffy conference room in a non-descript office park in San Ramon, which is near Pleasanton,....not to be mistaken for Martinez nor Walnut Creek.  Hard to tell the difference.    

I just found out I get to ditch out on Washington D.C.  Thank GOD!  Why?  Air traffic controllers are walking off the jobs as they are not getting paid due to the government shut-down.  

Here's my unsolicited advice:  if you do not have to travel by air.....don't.  You are safer accepting a ride in a beat-up van with a crack-head driver who jokes about raping and killing you.   

42 Years Ago Today

42 years ago today my cousin-sister died in an automobile accident in rural North Dakota.  42 years ago my boyfriend at the time tried to console me.  He is now dead as well.  

There is now another death that is pending.  MRH was one of my high school besties.  We were on the dance line together and we would hang out on the weekends.  She would also participate in our coven weekends in northern Minnesota at Blue Eagle's cabin before she totally went off the rails.  Sadly, MRH has had a very difficult life despite being born the baby princess to her financially secure family who doted on her.  MRH has been on a downhill spiral ever since her dad died about a year ago (her mom passed a few years ago).  MRH has been struggling with mental health issues along with being a raging alcoholic for many, many years.  It has cost MRH her husband, siblings, and kids.   

MRH came out to visit me a year ago February.  She functioned like a 5 year old kid.  It was exhausting.  This was before her dad died and even then I wondered then what she was going to do when he died as he was already in his 90's. 

Today my Minnesota coven received a text from MRH's sister stating that she is in the hospital in critical condition.  She had not left her apartment in 2 months and ordered everything online.  MRH called 911 after drinking a bottle of rubbing alcohol at 3:00 AM.   

Drinking the rubbing alcohol was the straw that broke the camel's back.  MRH had resumed drinking heavily despite many, many attempts at rehabilitation.  Her mental status does not help.  Fighting depression, bipolar disorder, ADHD, and anxiety only pretty much guaranteed she would not get better.   

I'm waiting for the text stating that MRH has passed.  I have this sinking feeling she will not leave the hospital.   

For what it's worth, the song 'Leave It' by YES will ALWAYS remind me of MRH as will the phrase, "Sit on a corn cob and ROTATE."  I can still see her in the high school gym at dance line practicing a dance she had choreographed to it.  She was a really great dancer.

  

 

 

Unresolved Relationships

 Yes, we have all had them.  You know, the relationships that just did not work out.  For whatever reason, one of my past relationships has been haunting me via dreams.  Yes, it's been a LONG time since I have had any contact with him whatsoever, but he still keeps popping up.  

Perhaps it is my subconscious wanting to create an ending.  Perhaps it is my subconscious still tossing around unresolved emotions.  Perhaps he is trying to tell me something.  

Whatever the reasons we keep connecting in dreamland does not matter, things will not get resolved in this lifetime nor on this plane of existence.  I'm way down too far on my present path with a husband and family I am not going to trade in.  Now, ex-boyfriend, get out of my head and let me dream about something else - like winning the lottery.   

Plus, he was an asshole. I'm glad to have escaped.   

 

 

David Lee Roth

This past weekend I was with my CA sissy, daughter, and niece at Santana Row in San Jose.  We were celebrating my daughter's birthday along with her cousin's birthday as they are only 2 days apart.   Well, while our young and beautiful daughters went out clubbing, Sissy and I were up in the hotel room just chilling and drinking wine.  Somehow, someway, we got on the subject of David Lee Roth.  Don't ask me how.  Sissy showed me a recent video of David Lee Roth singing Panama.  I showed Sissy a the original Panama Van Halen video.

Wow.  What a difference 40 years makes.  

For you youngins who have no idea what I'm talking about, Van Halen was THE rock band in the early to mid 1980's.  Their album titled 1984 featured an angelic child-like cherub smoking cigarettes.  Lead guitarist Eddie Van Halen was every girl's dream guy.  David Lee Roth was their flamboyant lead singer and showman who always had a bevy of scantily clad beautiful women at his beck and call.  

Sadly, the band broke up and Eddie Van Halen is now dead.  David Lee Roth is also dead, but he does not realize it.  He is still trying to do live performances despite being well into his 70's.  David Lee Roth, who was once deemed himself Mr. Sexy, is now a sad shadow of himself.  

Let's take the song Panama.  Blue Eagle and I choreographed a dance for our high school dance line back in 1984.  Blue Eagle and I choreographed the Panama dance in my parents' basement - later to be brought to our dance line for us to compete with other high school dance lines - along with many football and basketball game half-time performances.  I know every beat of this song, every guitar chord of this song, and every vocal.  

Imagine my shock when Sissy showed me the most recent rendition of Panama performed by David Lee Roth compared to what I knew when the song debuted back in 1984.  Hey, David Lee Roth, it's long past time to hang it up....the leather pants outfit detailing the sadly lacking manhood parts that suggests a pencil somehow got caught in your crotch is not a good look.  It's pathetic.  Yes, now it's our turn to rip on you as you were very unkind to women who you viewed as less than a PlayBoy centerfold and did not have the time of day for them.   

My, how the tables have turned.  Below are the two videos of Panama of 1984 to Panama of 2025.   Copy and paste the below YouTube links into your browser.

https://youtu.be/fuKDBPw8wQA?si=P6v0XJu8eX8H3BLK

and then to this.....

https://youtu.be/sbo7Xwi9iCI?si=K6q8N1mbWuN24382

Coyotes

 The coyotes have been very vocal lately.  One of them will get to howling.  Pretty soon many of them are howling.  When it wakes me up in the middle of the night it sounds like someone is having a party and the howling is laughter.  

Aloha from O'ahu North Shore

 My daughter just turned 30.  Wait.  Let's do the math.  How can I be *that* old already?  This past weekend was my high school 40th reunion.  I was not there, and neither were my soul sisters.  Why?  My soul sisters were attending the wedding of Blue Eagle's daughter.    I was on O'ahu's north shore for a work meeting that extended into a celebration of my daughter's 30th birthday.  The 30th birthday had been planned for a year.  Otherwise, I would have been at Blue Eagle's daughter's wedding.  Last choice would have been my 1985 class reunion.  

I do not know why class reunions are relevant any more.  Once upon a time people actually looked forward to catching up with their old crushes and meeting their now spouses (damn, why did he marry THAT wretched toe rag!  I am soooooooo much BETTER).  We all wanted to go to show up how our exes missed out and make them envious at what we had become and what they could have had.  Missed it.  Boo-hoo.  Over and out.  Ex-boyfriend is now stuck with dowdy Sally Sad Tits while mine are still pert-n-perky.  Hey, ex-boyfriend, meet me in the coat room so you can remember?  Huh????  I'll show you.  Yeah, I see you looking at me.....(coat room door closes and the window fogs).  

I digress.  Really, class reunions are all about bragging.  Only the rich and the thin go back.  In this day and age of constant social media connection, I no longer see the point of subjecting myself to more bragging by classmates who have a chip on their shoulder and something they need to "prove" to the world.

Fact:  Social media has eliminated the need for class reunions.  We *still* can't shake the butt-head who was two lockers down from us and was in our biology 101 class thanks to "friend suggestions" from Meta AI that we all should revolt against.    

Here is today's truth.  Everybody posts pictures and documentaries of their every meal, vacation, surgery, trip to Costco, divorce, remarriage, job promotions, births of children and grandchildren (and of course how precious and perfect they are), trophies and medals their kids have collected, and detailed accounts of bowel movements that have required more than one flush, etc., on social media.  Oh wait.  I forgot *the* main social media topic:  MY POLITICAL VIEWS ARE SUPERIOR TO YOURS AND YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Truth bomb:  I can handle the happy family news, no matter how sappy,  way more than I can handle the political self-righteousness.  

I got off point.  Celebrating my daughter's 30th birthday on O'ahu was very spiritual.  We did not plan it to be that way.  The ancients welcomed her home at the north point.  I heard them rejoice at her return.  This will not make any sense to those who are convinced that this is the only dimension.  

 

The Funeral

 CHP's funeral was last Tuesday.  We showed up, sat in the back, and paid our respects to the (undeserving) widow and her exact likeness of a daughter.  

It was the SuperBETCH Jr., show complete with subtitles for anybody who might have a difficult time understanding that SHE was the one in charge and running everything.  Even the priest made a comment about her monopolizing everything.  I so wanted to change the channel.

SuperBETCH Jr. made the announcement that a luncheon was being provided at a local restaurant following the ceremony.  Sadly, the announcement was not a true invitation.  People felt the weird vibe and did not attend the luncheon.  Where did people congregate?  At our house.  We did not make any announcements nor try to hijack their luncheon in anyway.  We were simply exhausted from being exposed to the prolonged drama that was made even worse by SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  We just wanted to go home after the funeral and feel our emotions.   

People just started showing up at our house.  Pretty soon we needed to order a bunch of pizzas.  Pretty soon it was a full-blown gathering.  There were tears shed and also some laughter along with some really amazing stories of CHP delivering a baby on the Golden Gate Bridge and stories from Balboa High School back in the 1950's.  

Come to find out that some of the people who actually did go to SuperBETCH's luncheon left in a hurry because of the awkward and cold energy.   We had more people at our house honoring CHP after the funeral (which was not planned) than SuperBETCH did at her fancy luncheon where napkins were counted out to an exact number and placed exactly 3 inches from the place setting.  

Yup.  Beer, pizza and salad still rule the day.  Hey, we even had some cheesy garlic bread.    It's even better if it is not planned.  

GFYS, SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  So glad we will never have to see either one of you ever again.  BUH-BYE.