O' Christmas Tree, O' Christmas Tree

I love Christmas... It is was of my most favorite times of the year. Today, I went my friend Allen's house and helped him decorate his tree after we had ventured to Hobby Lobby to buy new decorations. He passed his old tree down to me and we brought it back here and he helped me decorate mine and it is beautiful. All reds and greens. The cats like the tree... LOL i can't keep them out of the darn thing. Tomorrow, I am going to tackle the outside and try to do my christmas cards. We had a wonderful thanksgiving, and the weekend has been fabulous. The kids mom and I even hit the "Black Friday" sales early and bought a few gifts for the kids. I really enjoyed the shopping trip with her. Well, this is all that is going on for now and life is blessed.

Goodnight,
Re'

Google killed the Internet Geek

Google search engine has destroyed the joy we simple geeks used to enjoy in finding obscure sights about things we enjoyed or wanted to learn about.

Google has become what MTV was to Radio and I despise it for its attempt at censorship.
Yes, censorship. It picks out the top visited sites and gives me a list to choose from and upon arriving I have yet another link to click to if only i will buy something for so many number of days free.

I could rant for ever but you get my drift.

Peace
Re'

The Ghost of Autumns Passed...

Autumn is not a delightful season for me and I have become very tainted at the thought of it approaching. Winter is not my discontent, only autumn. Everything haunting my life has happened in Autumn. Death, destruction, failure, divorce, dying of relationships, and myself slipping into a loneliness I cannot even begin to describe. It tears at my heart as though my heart breaking. Even amoung family and friends I feel a strange alienation from them that I cannot break. I feel no bound, no connection.

Is this what having Bipolar means? It has alienated me from my husband. My seventeen year old step-son has driven a wedge between me and Bill and Bill chooses not to see it. Everyone keeps punishing me for overly lossing my temper before I got help and found out I had Bipolar. I never hurt any of the kids, all i did was yell loudly for them to go their chores. I have been the one working for the last 5 years supporting this family. Hell, Bill has even had me move out, but I do not give up. I am tired and these are ramblings of a tired soul.

Night
Re'

A Poem

Just a little tainted darkness
On the edge of sanity, An
Ironic reality tinged with
Distorted light that ends tonight...

She's made up her" minds, " No
More crying will there be for
He is dead to she...Forever
To be tinged ironically
on her reality.

11/02/06
Renee Herod

We spend our lives chasing scattered dreams driven by the illusion that the almighty dollar will somehow tame those dreams into something we can grasp, use, and even abuse. I am 35, soon to be 36 and have taken several steps back to re-evaluate my life. I was recently diagnosed as having Bipolar II, which really came as no shock considering my behaviour patterns since I was a child. My husband is facing a horrible disease at the age of 45 and I am in mourning. He is not the same and will not ever been again. I am learning to deal with it. It is not easy and with out my friends and family I would really be insane by now. I have written numerous poems over the months and have not posted any and I am going to begin doing that soon. I am leaving my job of 17 years to be at home and do some healing and helping my family to heal as well. I hope people from all over find this blog and read it and find some comfort in the arms of the words left here in truth, grace and love.

Goodnight,
Re'

ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE

I don't know if this accurate information or not I read it in passing in a magazine in a doctors office and it stated that more research was being done on the drug Viagra and breast implants than Alzeimer's. Anyone know how to clarify if this is even remotely true? My husband has been diagnosed with early onset alzeimer's and it is a fast progressing form. He is only 44 years old and has tested mentally at the age of 74 and has physically age that much as well.

I am 35 years old and desperately trying to hold on to reality,Hope, and God. None of it has been easy so far.

My blog is now going to become more of a place for me to cry, scream, and have mental breakdowns.
Hope to start hearing from more people soon.

As Always,
Re'

Politically Correct Terms for Cat Owners

My cat does not barf hairballs, he is a floor/rug redecorator.
My cat does not break things, she helps gravity do its job.
My cat does not fear dogs, they are merely sprint practice tools.
My cat does not gobble, she eats with alacrity.
My cat does not scratch, he is a furniture/rug/skin ventilator.
My cat is not a "shedding machine", she is a hair relocation stylist.
My cat is not a "treat-seeking missile", she enjoys the proximity of food.
My cat is not a chatterbox, she is advising me on what to do next.
My cat is not a dope addict, she is catnip appreciative.
My cat is not a ruthless hunter, she is a wildlife control expert.
My cat is not evil, she is badness enhanced.
My cat is not fat, he is mass enhanced.
My cat is not hydrophobic, she has an inability to appreciate moisture.
My cat is not underfoot, she is shepherding me to my next destination (which should always be the food dish).