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Long Rotten Month

There are, within the scope of human existence, those days, months, and years that go horribly wrong. We have to look for the good things and live with the bad in order to survive a really bad day, month, or year. This month started with too much to ponder and has ended with more to think about. We have found out, much to our surprise, that we are due to be grandparents again, and this has been really good news; however, my husband’s brother died suddenly on Thursday of this past week.

I’ve had days when I chose not to get out of bed, and then there are those days that happen quite happily and agreeably to us. Becoming grandparents, in my opinion that I feel my husband shares, has made us better people. Naturally, we will have web cam shots of the new baby, and I want to add pictures of my other grandchildren. Now, that could be the fly in the ointment as I’m not sure where all my picture files are, and how to retrieve them.

Our only granddaughter, Kyla, lives two hours away and since our daughter, Tristan also lives two hours from us, I’m relatively sure she will have a girl as well. She has a cute name picked out for a girl, and a name for a boy as well, but my short term memory and my long term memory are in chaos…LOL…It has become a natural event to rise to the morning with a look in the mirror and wonder who that old woman is, much less to have to remember important things.

My husband, the most patient man I’ve known, has come to the conclusion that I would get lost if I were to leave the house, and he could be right. Frankly, I believe that most brains are initial set up to handle the same amount of information that my hard drive is capable of, and my brain is suffering from overload. My grandson, Zack, is convinced that I'm stupid and I don’t blame him. We sit down in front of the telie and I can’t concentrate on the Nintendo game that we are playing. Zack shakes his little head and ask, “Granny what were you thinking. “ to whit I answer “, Sadly love, I wasn’t thinking.”

Isn’t it amazing that a child can make you feel very relieved and loved with the assurance that you can’t think, and if you did, it would be dangerous.

Cybersluths.com has an informative piece on George Reeves death. Hollywood-Underground features an article on Thelma Todd and why there is much to suspect about her supposed suicide. IMDB.com features a biography of John Garfield’s life and also includes a bit of information on two of his children who also went into the business of acting.

The latest Wilson grandchild compliments of WebCam

Okay, I goofed again. This page will look different when I find out what I did to mess it up...LOL

Organized Individual Needed

Please, someone tell me what organization feels like. I see ads, in our hometown paper, that require the applicant to have organizational skills. I meet the criteria of basic computer skills, because mine far outweigh those of most locals, and I can answer a phone with a great deal of courtesy and grace. However, the organized part eludes me, because organization is not among the gray cells of my brain.

My day starts with one too many cigarettes, several cups of coffee, and a blank stare into a blank television screen while I try to assemble the needs of the day. The house is a mess, the web page needs updating, and one or more of my children have called needing either advice or a babysitter. Babysitting, so I am told, is allotted to my sector of the universe because I don’t have a regular job. No, I don’t, and it is a very boring week around here at best, but I’ve raised mine and would dearly love to see my kids do the same with theirs. Come on, my youngest is 21 as of the past month, and I don’t see the need to be restricted to house and home by a crying baby. I love him, and he’s cute, but he’s not mine. Mom was known to say, “You had them, you raise them,” and we adhered to this statement by taking care of our children.

I awakened, today June 16, 2003, at 3pm, because my youngest grandson needed a babysitter in the early morning hours. Bless Little Face, he doesn’t sleep through the wee-hours, and neither did I. He’s a cute chubby-faced child that resembles my hubby, but he’s not so cute when he is crying at 2 in the morning. I’m too old for this crap, and I feel like Danny Glover in a Lethal Weapon movie as I combat the dirty diaper, feed the moving mouth, and wonder what I haven’t done right that is making the kid cry. They’re, infants, a mystery until they begin to speak and walk, and then they become a mysery as one tries desperately to keep up with them. That much I remember, and it’s with this in mind that I have decided to move to parts unknown without a following address that my darling children might be able to find.

06-16-03 More Interesting Links

Photos and Posters of Hollywood's Sex Pots

Several links to Movies and Things of the 1930's Era

The Wurlitzer Jukebox Company

The Great Depression -- some links don't work on this page.

Weird L. A. -- There were a few funnies in the Gallery.

The Grim Society -- Some fun.

Jim Nolt -- I think that this page also features a bit of information on Thelma Todd, but I can't remember.

A million lives -- this is a good place to find information, biographically speaking, on many of the talents and who-haves of Hollywood and History.