Facebook was my Crack. WAS. And thus a new journey begins.

I fucking hope.

Plainly, I know I am the exact personality type that the invasive advertisers and pollsters and criminals can prey upon.  Today, I begin the process of weaning off of the fb platform.

It is just like kicking any other addiction...I've phrased wonderful posts, taken great pics, started a project I'd love to share, but I am forcing myself to resist...reprogram...and relax.

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EDITOR'S NOTE on May 28, 2019:  I wrote this post sometime in the past two years...and have tried three times to delete the Steve Bannon infected facebooks...down to one account with 200 "friends" from five with over 3,000 combined at the peak of my Internet Infamy.  Basically have it down to checking once a week, and only reposting from Twitter or Instagram.

BABY STEPS to reprogramming neuro-pathways and onto more basic goals, like becoming an Old Lady Ski Bum.

And that's where this story picks up today. 

The new me in two pics:

So, how I morphed from teacher to budtender to seasonal grunt in the High Rockies, in the craziest time to be an 'Murican is where Storyteller Kitty begins.  It's the journey, fuckers, and the lessons therin.  Finding the truth in the middle while keeping a damn smile on your face is what the main thing is, now. 

#SeeinSHIT

Seven-Year Itch...

I manage five Cannabis Dispensaries in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado now. 

Seven years ago, when I penned my last blog entry, I had no idea the journey ahead.  Many have said strength of character is the reward when you lose everything, repeatedly...I say fuck you all.

First Amendment my ass.  Evidently, shit like this on the Nets is frowned upon. Who'dathunk?

It's Story Time, Kids.

Niece Brookie

In the middle of June, one enjoys looking at snow.  

Did this in Photoshop, with scanned Black & White photos shot with a Chinon manual film camera and developed in the darkroom at school.

Made it into a puzzle for niece, and it'll get here the day AFTER her 3rd birthday!

Did it...

My mid-life crisis! 

Bloggers' Block

DAMN.   The proverbial block has hit my brain.

It all started when I got 7 orders for autographed books to mail overseas.  I've autographed 3 books so far, and I had no troubles.  Then suddenly, everything I wold draft seemed contrite and stupid.  Delani has to think of something WONDERFUL and EARTH SHATTERING to sign on her books, doesn't she?

Then, something absolutely exciting happened and took away all my remaining brain cells. I began a draft of the entry "Clear as Mud" about 2 weeks ago, but then the bloggers' block got so severe that I couldn't even finish that entry.  I hope to do so soon. 

So, this entry is mainly for Christopher and the two R's -- the only people with permission to read this third in the Thresholds trilogy.  Love ya all, and hope to be back up to speed in a couple weeks.  School will finally be over and we'll see if Delani gets her groove back.



 

The Highway to Hell

Living Vicariously

Having a moment of self-actualization -- that split second where you know why you were placed on this earth.

It happened last night, at Son #1's high school Spring musicale. He played Jack (of Jack and the Beanstalk fame) in "Into the Woods" and he kicked it. I am the proudest mamma on the planet because my boy can SING!

  So, evidently, I was born to breed a talented child so that I could live vicariously through him.  I was always just semi-talented, but this kid is way talented.  I suppose all stage mothers think this way; but I'm glad he surpassed me in talent and drive -- because his future is my ticket out of a bleak retirement! 

In this play, Jack is a dim-witted character until he saves the day.  The first act is all true to the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales, including Cinderella's evil step mother chopping off the toes and heels of her daughters so the slipper will fit.  But the second act was dark, with the message, "Be careful what you wish for."  Lots of death and sexual references, which I found to be fun.

Can't wait for his senior year and beyond.  Should be a fun ride.