I want to blog about something, but at this time I can't really get my head around it enough to blog about it.

Must get head space right, must get things sorted...not easy.

Can't just say what I want, not with ease
And I can't just write and see what comes out, that might end up being too private.


I'm soooo confused >-<

So Miss Cherry posted about her family history on her Fathers side, about his parents and him, she said we were free to tell her all about our paternal grandparents as well, and I did, but my "comment" got so long I didn't want to hijack her blog with it, so I'm making my own post, ignore it if history and family stories don't interest you.

My GrandPa Robbert Grove Taylor, born August 31st 1923, He was born in the family farm house at Ruby Creek Mi, he was somewhere in the middle of a pack of 12 children. The house he grew up in was originally a hotel, when great grandPa married great grandMa and they started having children he wanted plenty of room for them all, he bought the hotel building for a steal then had it disassembled and moved to the farm property, then they put it back up like a big Lincoln logs set, it has 6 rooms upstairs and two "parlors" down stairs! Even with having 12 kids they managed to keep the family farm through the great depression, grandPa told stories of being sent out with a gun and two shells and told not to return without some meat. GrandPa was a WWII veteran, he never wanted to talk about it much and always said "oh I was in at the very end, it was just mop up work" but once when watching a documentary with my Da about the battle of the bulge he casually says "I was in that" the freekin battle of the BULGE!! After the war he did various jobs, eventually becoming a teacher, he moved his family to Alaska and homesteaded there in the 50's out on the Keni Peninsula, he taught school in native villages in the winters, and commercial fished the Cook-Inlet in the summers, he was a truck driver, a lot of things. From my earliest memories he and GrandMa lived at Ruby Creek, in the farm house he was born in, with the huge 80+ year old black walnut trees surrounding the house, on his fathers(and grandfathers) land, and then he got Alzheimers... he slowly became more and more disoriented and even violent towards the end, he passed away in a institution on November 15th 2007.

GrandMa Betty Jane Taylor(Bluhm) born September 21st 1928 in Reed City Mi, she was the only girl in a family of four boys. She went to nursing school and became a LPN, married grandpa in 1947, she met him when he was working on a road crew on the road in front of her family's farm, he was a wild young man and after marring he moved south(kentucky?) saying he'd send for her once he was settled, they waited, turned out she was pregnant, they waited, great grandPa Bluhm got very nervous, figuring the wild man had left his daughter in the lurch...finally GrandPa sent for her, she never told him she was pregnant and he had sent a bus ticket and a address, nothing more, great grandPa didn't want her riding the bus in her state so her younger brother(my great uncle Shirley)drove her down, somewhere on the way she had a miscarriage, we don't know where(uncle Shirley died in the Korean war)...she went on to have four healthy children, my Da is the youngest :D she passed away of cancer in her home on July 6th 2006

So that's my fathers family, next time the nastalga urge hits me I'll write about my maternal grandparents :D

In my morning troll of the internets I came across this story.
For those that can't be arsed to read it let me summarize, a couple dining in a nice hotel(in Sydney) complained that the noise from music was too loud for them to hear the football match on the TV. To placate the couple the management offered them free gelato, chocolate gelato...the couple claims there was poo in it....

Now I have no idea if there was or was not feces, in the chocolate treat, if there was then the establishment is in for a world of hurt, if there wasn't and the couple is making it up then they are in for some public ridicule as well .
The hotel is maintaining their innocence, with members of the kitchen staff volunteering for dna tests(there is DNA in poo?) and even saying that they have tested the tub of gelato and found no traces of feces. Well if it was a prank on a set of squiffy customers of course it wouldn't be in the whole tub.

The couple say they got "violently ill" and a state food minister has confirmed that frozen fecal matter was found in a serving of gelato that had been offered to the couple(did they save it?) they are seeing damages(of course) and if they were fed poo I cant blame them, but I wonder, wouldn't you smell it? taste it? I can't imagine eating enough to get "violently ill" and then going, "ah crap..there is crap in here"

I seem to think the couple was a bit daft for thinking they could actually hear a football match on the TV in a pub in the first place...

yeah I know, that's a lot of hurty...
My leg, dunno what's up with it, was fine yesterday afternoon, then as I was walking out of Best Buy it just started hurting like a sonofa, right at the top, I'd say in the groin-u-lar area, ouch, hurts to move my leg forward, this best heal before the 8th ;)
My throat, I think that's a combo of too much furnace use and too much talking the other day, forced air heating is a bitch on the throat, my parents home has hot water radiant heat and that is so much better, nice and soothing on the tender nose/throat tissues, oh well, lots of water, turn up the humidifier at night(in my bedroom)
My heart, well that's the tough one, I'm missing Styles(duh) and am very ready for him to return, I also worry a bit about meshing back together, that is honestly the hardest part of any separation for us, the coming back together.
I feel like I'm growing away from a friend at the barn, I don't really mind that tho, she's an odd person to get along with, has some quirks that I just don't get, but I still feel the difference in our friendship.
Then on the other hand I've grown closer to another barn friend, he's become someone I really trust and rely, someone I have talked to many a time about important things, but I'll be loosing him this winter to a new stationing and that has me a bit saddened(in the midst of feeling happy to have Styles home). So I'm all in a turmoil.

Today I chatted with my bestest on-line friend for far too long, he is silly and makes me laugh too much and we get up to no good, no good at all. He's part of the reason I'm going to hell, yep, gonna burn, don't care :P

Then tonight I went for a 2 1/2 hour trail ride with a barn friend, he's the one telling me I'm going to hell, we talk of everything under the sun, churches, sex, the bible, the shaving of nether regions, couples relationships, piercings etc, summer jobs when we were teens, it was an interesting trail ride.

I just wish I had as much to say to Styles when he's online, we chat, we talk about what we've been up to, we make plans for his return, but we are just stuck, waiting, wanting...and frankly not having much to say to each other, we've said most of it before...*sigh* I'm in a funk tonight about that...