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In Black & White

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black_and_white_flowers_There’s something about my previous illicit entry that has my right cheek quivering from time to time and my mind swirling frantically to grasp onto something, anything that I could write about to get it moved out of front and center spotlight. Pretty daisies and random words should sway my reputation back to the near innocent column…right?

The record should be duly noted that both parents read recorded D-rated entry and I, Rebecca Anne Garlock, blood daughter to Dan and Anna, remain unscathed and alive to write another day. Thank Gawd.

Would it be bad to admit that since I’ve invited the famdamily here, it sorta feels like open season? I think my reluctance in writing about them in the past  (unless it was really warm and fuzzy) was based on this simple philosophy: Don’t write anything about anyone that has the authority to cut you out of a will or potential inheritance behind their back. In other terms, don’t write about specific people and one shall keep thy ass out of hot water!

But now that the screeching cat (me) is out of the bag, game on.  I have the official, sealed with a kiss permission card!! (or was it probation?) Either way, I am all systems go and my family has always been a magnet for strange and unusual situations, so my writing bag of topics has just quadrupled with potential and opportunity.

Now, on the topic of records and at the risk of bringing more illicit thought into this entry, I do feel inclined to add one thing to my prior story. I do this because after my Father read the story below, he let me know I forgot the most important and most mortifing piece of the Flesh Gorden story from his perspective.

Father Dan said, “Rebecca, aside from losing my money, which hurt to the core, the worst part in hindsight was actually when I paid for the movie. You see, back then seatbelts weren’t a big deal, so you kids did as you pleased in the back seat. You two had the back windows rolled down and when I was paying for the movie, both of you were hanging out the window, side by side, grinning and just as happy as can be to see a movie. When I was pulling away defeated, all I could think about was the people in the booth that took my money. They must have been wondering what kind of perverted parents we were that took little kids to see a porno!”

Two things. One, Father Dan still swears on his life the newspaper said FLASH Gorden, not Flesh.

Secondly, I still think the game of Whack’ A Kid was the best part of that night. I know I had fun.

Springolicious

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This Picture has been swiped off the Internet. Had this been a real flowering tree in my neighborhood, I'd still be sitting under it.

For those of you that live down South, yes you, the people that have been gloating and posting beautiful pictures of spring flowers and teasing us cold Northern friends with tales of 80 degree weather, running through the sprinklers to cool off and sunbathing on the beach, (you know who you are)……this entry is not intended to evoke further poking of your green Southern Spring Stick in thy cold Northern eye.

Resist I say, Resist!!!

I found a few little purple crocus flowers peeking up through all the dark and stark brown everywhere.

The temps reached an amazing 70 degrees yesterday (That’s a heat wave by my current frozen standards)

The birds were chirping and announced their recent return. Even the damn terrorist squirrels have been out sunning themselves and doing a little spring nest cleaning. They almost look innocent, but I’m not fooled,  they are simply waiting for me to put out my summer furniture so they can commence with shredding cushion seats up for the highly valuable stuffing.

For the first time in months I hustled all six of my pets outside and no one was staring ten seconds later through the glass door with pleading eyes that said, “Good God Lady , it’s freaking cold out here! Let me back in!” Cats and Dogs alike stayed outside, mostly belly up to the sun, enjoying a little spring sensation. The delightful bums.

I think some sort of Spring Voodoo has overcome me as well. I’ve been doing things that are highly out of character for me and irreversible.   The two major spring spells that influenced radical changes are as follows:

  • I’ve shared some of my ‘writing’ with a few people. Things I’ve written, story type papers. I’ve asked for input and editing. I’ve requested critique and opinion! Now, that may seem insignificant to most considering how much I write, but in my little sheltered bubble, this is a first. A banner moment. Sharing in a support group for the first time sort of big deal. I have never, ever, done such an act of bravery on the writing front. Now, I’m not sure if this is a parting of the sea moment where I’ll be walking across the ocean floor to get to a better side, or if I’ve brought on a crack in the earth and I’m falling to a fire and brimstone oblivion. Time will reveal all and hopefully I’ll be able to swallow again in the next few days.

And for my second undeniably Spring Possessed Action

  • After 5 years of blogging behind closed doors, hiding this zone of obscurity from 3-d family and friends, I revealed this website to my parents last night along (gasp) with some writing as well. My Mother is a beautiful writer and an extraordinary editor, so it’s about time I let her have a go with my work. After explaining what I’ve been doing all this time in the big landscape of Internet, plus throwing out a long list of ‘be prepared’ cautions,  I turned on their computer and showed them the map to get here. I took them on the grand tour and showed them how to sign up for the feed. It’s official, now, the family is here!

Welcome to my zone Momma Anna and Father Dan (waving) don’t say I didn’t warn you~ (oh, and I’m adding here a sweet princess daughter Rebecca smile. :o )  the one that lets me get away with anything) I swear, I’ve never wrote anything to bring shame on the family ( I don’t think anyway) and have only wrote nice things about everyone once in awhile. There are long time readers that could even vouch for me on my innocence if needed~~ Just think, I could have sat you down and revealed to you that I was moving to France to become a nun, or that I had been secretely working as a stripper on weekends. Right??

 It’s all good. I’ve been good. I promise. Love to You both.