I finally have a picture of the new tattoo....

THIS is the new tatt that I wrote about so long ago. I finally got a picture of it that looks half way decent, so I thought I would put a picture up here to share with all of you. It was finished in Jan, and I am extremely happy with it. It turned out better than I ever thought it would. I wish the picture showed the color as well as it actually looks. I absolutely love it...and I can't wait for the next one. Funny how the bug gets you. See the people in the trunk of the tree kinda hugging?? Yeah, now that is amazing art work. My tattoo artist kicks ass, dontcha think?

Why Gay Marriage Should Stay Illegal

I ganked this from my friend Jill who ganked it from somebody else...thought i'd share because it's just great.....


Why Gay Marriage Should Stay Illegal

1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage would be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

11) Gay couples are a harmful influence on their kids, because all gay couples abuse their kids, daily.

(one of the saddest parts about our society is that these arguments, before the humorous common sense, are the real reasons why people can't accept gay marriages.)


makes ya think, huh.....damn society.....

Okay. It’s been a while since my last update and there are a lot of things going on. A lot of people have been asking me what’s up, and where have I been, and am I okay. I assure you, I am fine. I love my life, and though things could be better, they could definitely be a hell of a lot worse, so I count my blessings.

The questions asked most lately have been about my new job, as a secretary to a judge. For everyone’s information, I am doing wonderfully. I am happy and work is good. I got an unheard of raise – I’m talking 5 figures. It’s wonderful. He is a sensational guy, and so easy to work for. He’s not very demanding, and we get along really well. He tells me daily how happy he is that I am there, and what a great job I am doing. I have also learned a lot about the things he does. I already knew a lot, but it is fun seeing even more. I’m glad he is happy, and he is glad that I am happy. ..and I am happy.

Also, I’ve been requested to sing at a wedding on April 8th. I’ve been doing weddings and funerals as often as I can at church, and now, I’ve been requested. That is really nice. This couple actually heard me and decided that they wanted ME to sing at their wedding. Now, many of you know that I have been singing at weddings forever..but Catholic weddings are so different, and so much more goes into it. I have to sing the opening song, the closing song, a Psalm, usually an Ave Maria (the Catholics LOVE that…), a song for communion, and a song for meditation. I love singing with the pipe organ from the choir loft. It is such a beautiful sound. Hubby says that if I keep these church gigs up, then I’ll be the bread winner. He’ll be a kept man. Good for him. That means he’ll have to make dinner. I can’t be super mom forever!!

Another thing that a couple of people have asked me about is my ex getting married. Not my ex-husband, but the only other guy that I have ever been serious with besides my current husband....my first, real, true love and everything. Well, many of you, I’m sure read about my epiphany a while back that I had about him, and I still feel the same way. I am happy for him. I hope that they are able to live together, as he can be difficult to live with – can’t we all? But at any rate, I honestly wish him happiness. From what I know of her, she seems like a unique and talented woman, which is what he likes. I hope that they are always good to each other, and that they remember the little things that keep a relationship going, so that they can last. I hope they can be as happy as I am, and I am very happy with my hubby.

Hubby is doing well, by the way. We are both on the track to better health and debt- free living…so that we can buy a house. We talked to a mortgage guy last night about getting our credit straight, and it’s not as bad as we thought it was gonna be. We are getting that straightened out, and then we’ll have a house, and eventually, more bubbies…but in the meantime, hubby and I are both trying to eat healthy. I am very proud of him, and am so happy with him. He is really a wonderful husband, and I feel like I don’t give him enough credit sometimes. After-all, he spends all afternoon taking care of the kids, doing homework, and he even makes dinner sometimes, and always helps with the cleaning. Yep. He’s a good man. I love him so much.

On the music front, there is a little café near me called the “Chit Chat Café” and I think that I am going to go over there and offer to entertain on the weekends. It is a cute little place on the corner with coffee and cappuccino and sandwiches and cakes and it’s really quaint. The only problem is that every time I go by, it says OPEN and looks inviting…but is completely empty, except for the owners – Asian husband and wife – sitting at a table kind of gazing out the window. They even got this huge banner that says “Now Serving Cappuccino…” I have no P.A. system, but I think that maybe I could stand in the corner with my guitar and just sing for people. Maybe it’ll bring them in…and I’d do it just for tips to start….just put a jar or a hat out or something. It’s actually located on the corner of my friend Laura’s street, and she’s the one that suggested I go ask them about playing on the weekends. She would come and invite people, and maybe that would get the word started.

Things are coming together. It’s about damn time.

So that’s the update in a nutshell…a very LARGE nutshell, but a nutshell nonetheless. I hope that everyone is doing well.

And hubby updated a couple weeks ago so check out my other half…..

Philly Weather.....a rant....by me.

I just wanted to say that 2 freakin days ago it was like 78 degrees outside. This morning, it is SNOWING. Someone laughed and remarked.."Hahah! That's March for ya..."

Yanno what, philly?

Screw March. I don't mind the cold. The cold is nice. I'm from the south, I have a appreciation for cold weather, and it's all fun to snuggle and stuff.....but it's the inconsistency of this weather that is driving me insane. I called my mom this morning to tell her I'm coming back to GA....i'm really not, but this is insane.


But there is free coffee at Starbucks from 10am-12am, so that will make things better....i'll just have to go out in the snow to get it.


Okay. I'm done ranting.
Thanks for reading.-

I KNEW IT!!!

You are Supergirl

Supergirl 90% Wonder Woman 85% Superman 75% Robin 65% The Flash 65% Spider-Man 55% Catwoman 55% Iron Man 55% Green Lantern 45% Hulk 40% Batman 20%

Lean, muscular and feminine. Honest and a defender of the innocent.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...

My goodness this is GREAT.....

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5366552067462745475&q=speed

snow...

So we're actually kind of snowed in, which is cool. I think the totals throughout the city varied from 12-20 inches, depending on the neighborhood. Hubby shoveled the sidewalk, and played with Ana and the dog, Ceili, and had fun. They came in all cold, and I made cookies and hot chocolate. Hubby and I bought some holiday wine from the Chadds Ford winery and it's supposed to be served warm, so it's in the crock pot. Cloves and cinnimon and wine. YUM. We are hoping that school will be closed tomorrow. For someone who is off all summer, he sure is praying for a day off. I know that I'll have to go to work either way, as long as the trains are running - which they are.

So Friday, I was hanging out at work, thinking about how I had 2 weeks left before starting my new position. I kept telling Raul that I knew that the 2 weeks were going to seem so long. Then, I got a phone call from the judge. He said that I am starting WEDNESDAY. The 15th. I went from having 2 weeks to having 2 DAYS! I'm stoked.

SO, since I got the job, I'm going to see the Pie Tasters with Brinkly next weekend. That should be fun....and now I'm trying to talk Hubby into taking me to see the New Pornographers, Neko Case's band on March 4. They are playing with Belle & Sebastian, which should be cool. I haven't seen them in ages. Anyway.

The snow is boring. It gets me out of cooking though, because hubby loves to grill out in the snow. Yummie. Veggie dogs and burgers for me and good red meat and franks for the rest of them.

Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"

You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship. You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you Your flirting style: friendly and sweet What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

Winter

There are 15 fuckin inches of snow on the ground. Damn.


http://kevan.org/johari?name=montie

okay...so the windows aren't really MINE....

They are the judge's windows, but he said that I can leave the door open and look out of them any time....and the job pays so much more and is so much LESS work....and his law clerk, who I will spend most of my time with, used to be in a band, and went to the performing arts highschool in Philly. She is really cool. We should get along. I think i'll hook her up with Raul. Anyway, my first day at the new gig is 2/27. The perks friggin rock. Hell yeah. I am SO damn excited.

HELL YEAH!!

I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Go me! it's like a HUGE raise and my own office with windows....it's great!


So i'm taking you all out for drinks....!!!!


YAY!!

fingers friggin crossed and stuff.....

Okay....

So i just interviewed with the judge today because HE FINALLY FIRED HIS SECRETARY, and it went REALLY REALLY REALLY well, and I really want this job!! It would be a $10,000 raise!! :):):):):) Anyway, he made me feel like he really wanted me to have the job, but he did tell me that there was someone else in the running for it. I tried my best, and hopefully it was enough. I really need this job. I really want this job. He is such a wonderful man and the rest of his staff is just excellent. We'll see....but for now, I'm asking for all the good vibes and prayers and whatever else sent this way! I thank God for this oppritunity, and I pray that if this is His plan, than so be it...but I've also got to understand that if it's not His plan, then he has something better....

But I sure hope the plan is this!!!!


YAY!

The box of Lemon Coolers Girl Scout cookies

...says "reduced fat"..... and that is my rationalization for eating the entire box.

crazy slowly going am I....

Not sure why I'm here right now. I'm livid with hubby, but I'm sure we'll get over it. Lately most of my problems have been mostly me, but today he yelled at me and put his hand in my face, and that hasn't happened since hubby #1, and I had to physically remove myself from the situation. I still feel all knotted up....trying my deep breathing....in with good, out with bad...yeah f- that.

So i hate my job with all the passion in my being...no really. If it weren't for Raul I think I'd honestly go crazy. Really. Completely. Lord, why can't music pay the bills?? WHY?!? My house stays in a constant state of mess. I'm not really a complete slob, like hubby, but I work all week and have church and swim meets and all that other bullshit stuff and when am I going to have time to clean?!?! I get up, get 2 kids ready so that one will be ready when daddy leaves at 7, and the other one has to be ready at the same time so that I can get ready...because if I leave it to her, we're late. Then it's 5 blocks to school, kisses, 3(ish) blocks back to the bus, then the train ride is the only time to myself. Thank god for my ipod. I zone out and listen to my music. I'm at work by around 8:45, and if I'm lucky, I get coffee...then I deal with bullshit all day. if it isn't from a guy at the counter, then it's from a lawyer or my boss or prisoners calling. Then I leave at 5, home by 5:45(ish) dinner made, baths, ready for bed...then Mon and Wed I have choir and handbells....if not, then kids to bed, then I do what little straightening up or cleaning or laundry that I need to get done just in time to completely collapse. If you are still reading, thank you. I just need to vent because I am unhappy with my life. I hate this apartment. It's a good size with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, but it's falling apart and water leaks in places, and we get mice, and the damn dog shits the steps and we are so messy and have too much stuff. I also hate that I'm not doing my music as much as i should be...and I should be, because it's what I do. I am in such a better mental and emotional state when I am playing out regularly. Something has to be done about that. Also, I've lost 40lb, and have gotten down to almost a normal size, while hubby is still huge and unhealthy. I cringe every time we go someplace to eat and he orders a damn cheesesteak. I tell him lovingly that I would really like for him to get in better shape because I don't want to lose him before the kids grow up. I don't think he cares. I think he is one of those where it is going to take something happening to get him to wake up...so with that, I kinda feel like we're on the same road but going in different directions. I don't get the kind of attention that I want either. I mean, he is a wonderful hubby, and i'm not in hubby bashing mode or anything, but tell me my hair looks nice, or you like an outfit, or just hug me sometimes. I don't think it's too much to ask. I don't know. i don't know what's going on, but I don't like it, and I'm unhappy, and I'm not completely sure how to get happy. I'm working on it though.

blah....

So there has been another delay. Not completely my fault….our old computer kinda quit….well, not kinda. It completely quit. We had to get a new one, and husband insisted on this certain one that was at the store that had all these rebates and was really gonna be a good deal… and then he went and bought it, and it was an okay deal, but it was nothing like what he told me, but it’s a lot better than the one that wasn’t working at all. So anyway, I’m finally up and running.

So where to begin this update?!? I could write about New Years Eve, and how great it was to be with friends and how my friend Jonnie’s son taught Ana how to play chess. We had fireworks, and the kid banged pots and pans and stayed up way too late, but it was NEW YEARS EVE, MOMMY!!!

So that’s that. We came back to Philly with this god awful crazy weather that can’t decide weather to stay cold or hot or rain or snow. In 3 days we had 60 degrees and rain change to 20 degrees and snow. It is simply ridiculous, and it messes with my head, and it needs to stop. Seriously, I thought I was going to have a nervous break down. Thank you, Ativan.

Have I mentioned lately that I’ve decided that I am the next American Idol?

I had one of my epiphanies yesterday. It wasn’t really an epiphany. It was something that I’ve been aware of for a while, but I wasn’t completely sure what was happening, or maybe I just wasn’t ready to do what I had to do…but I’ve decided that this isn’t my life. What I am doing now is not what I was born to be doing. I am not supposed to be stuck here in this strange complacency. So, I’ve decided that I’m no longer going to be. If this is not my life, then DAMMIT, I’m going to make it what it should be. It’ll be all good. I’ll let everyone know how that works out for me. Peace.

sorry for the delay...

it has been one hell of a week here in Llama land... the holidays were hectic, the trip was crazy and we have all had that dreaded icky stomach flu. I seriously thought I was going to die. I dont get sick. I simply do NOT get sick...ever...until last Thursday...

Let me back up tho.

Christmas was grand. Pattie made a glorious dinner - that was early for our benefit - and things were very nice. Billy got me a couple of books. We had already decided not to spend a lot of money on each other, especially since my new tatt is considered part of my birthday and Christmas presents. The kids were spoiled by the extended family, as usual. Then it was time to be on the road.

Billy drove the whole time, 6.5 hours to Virginia. The last few hours were in a horrendous amount of thick, low, nasty fog. We had to slow our speed to WAY slow and watch for deer. I swear, VA does it to us every time. There is always a complaint about VA. We got to the hotel, and basically all collapsed to bed. The next morning, I was ready to go at like 6am, and so i got everybody up, and we headed to GA like a bat outta hell. We got to my brother's house in Rome, which is nice, but Rome itself sucks. I went to college there, back when Shorter was known for it's music program. I had a full scholarship...but Rome is completely the pits. We used to say - "Rome if you want to, and I DON'T!!!" - we lovingly referred to Shorter as "shitter"...those were the days, but I digress...

So we get to Rome and my sister and mother came over and we had pizza dinner and that was fun to have the whole family around. My brother has become such a redneck. His house is nice though, even if it is in Rome. So the next day we went to C-Vegas to hang out and see people. Ana's dad actually called and came by to get her, and mom wanted to spend some time with Maura, so that let us to ourselves in the booming metropolis that is Crittersville. We went to the pub and had yummy beers and played a game of scrabble. We stopped by a few people's houses. Then, that night was the concert.

Every year, between Christmas and New Years, there is an annual "young artists" concert called "Home for the Holidays." It features musicians that are originally from Cartersville that have gone on to study music. I performed the first couple of years, but since I have moved, it's kinda hard to get in touch with me. I like to be in the audience anyway. The first girl that sang was about 19-20 years old, and I actually have known her since she was a baby. She had the most lovely voice. She sang the Laughing song from Die Fledermaus completely effortlessly in a key that was insanely high. She sounded like Kathryn Grayson. It was beautiful and light and just amazing. Several of my friends sang other things; one girl sand something from an American Opera that was absolutely beautiful, and another friend did an incredibly difficult Handel ( i think)....another friend who is studying at NYU played some Beethoven on the piano, but the creme de la creme was my friend Phil.

Phil was a freshman when I was a senior. He was horribly annoying, but I had known him from All-State since he was in 7th grade, and I have always done well at tolerating people. He looked up to me, i think. I was one of the big fish in the sea when I was at CHS, and he aspired to be one. The first time I heard him sing after his voice change, he sounded like something close to an ailing duck. He was on key and has always been good technically, but the overall quality of his voice was not so hot. He studied hard though, and followed me to Shorter, sang in the Chorale and worked very hard. He is now an Artist in Residence for some Opera in Tulsa and is about done with his Master's at Indiana. When he opened his mouth to sing last Tuesday, I cried like a baby....it was so beautiful.

And then he sang the Largo al Factorum from Il Barbiere Di Siviglia....which for those of you who don't know is very recognizable if you ever watched Bugs Bunny. The whole "Fiiiigaro figaro figaro...." He did it so well. He's actually doing the roll at IU in February. I'm going to see if I can't fly up and see him. He was come so far. It was lovely.

more later, i promise.

uhhhh...groan....ick...

What the hell am I doing up so damn early?



i'm getting too old for this.


Happy F-ing New Year everybody.

Happy Christmas.....

Hey Rhi----

Husband got me the Anne Rice novel!! YAY!! I'll let you know how it is.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday...or Sunday, as the case may be.

SAVE FUZZY!!!!!!!!

My best friend in the whole wide world needs help. I've made some phone calls; I've sent some emails. I'm waiting on replies, and so i thought I'd copy her post about it here, so that we can get more people involved and SAVE FUZZY. if you can help, please do. This would mean the universe to a friend that means more than that to me! Here is her post from http://anywherebut.blogspot.com

Save Fuzzy

I've neglected to talk about this subject because I'm really, really bothered. However, I have recovered my intense nausea (back in the "let's hug the toilet" mode) and I'm a bit bitchy.So...here is the story.

I was hospitalized for five days in early December. My insulin pump broke, and I had no clue. To make a long story short, I drove home from class one Tuesday with a barf bag in my lap, and managed to make my way to the nice cool linoleum on my bathroom floor. (When you've dry heaved for hours on end, you really can't be jumping in and out of bed. Best to just stay in the bathroom.)

Z drove me to the ER, where they promptly let me puke in the hallways, and then to my embarassment, let me pee all over myself from the strenuous nature of my heaving. They have this stupid rule when you are a diabetic with hyperglycemia that you can't have any water. When your blood sugar is high, all you want is something to drink. It's the worst cotton-mouth known to mankind. I swear. And having nothing to puke, while you are that thirsty, is a crime against humanity.

So they installed me in a hospital room, where they were determined to keep me because the ICU was full. On the third day, this nice nurse changed my sheets ( I had to change my own every day prior to that, IV line twisting around the hospital bed).

And within my sheets was Fuzzy. Poof. Gone. No one has seen him. I discovered it that night while I was trying to go to sleep. Nervous and scared in the hospital bed because my stupid nurse had just tried to kill me with an insulin injection that was sufficient for a horse. Scared to pass out because I thought they might shoot me up in my sleep and I would never wake up.

I ended up tearing my room to shreds, again with IV pole+bag in hand, and then proceeded to frantically pace back and forth around my room until I was sufficiently exhausted.

My world has been a little off since.

Fuzzy is a story of his own. When I was in kindergarten, I ended up at UCLA medical center for about a month - 2 weeks in a diabetic-induced coma in the ICU, then another 2 weeks in a regular bed getting insulin therapy. It was a really horrible time. I don't really remember too much about it from a negative standpoint. (Except again, they wouldn't give me any fuc$ing water. My mother soaked paper towels and let me suck on them in the ER).

My Dad brought me a bouquet of daisies for my hospital room, and tucked on a little plastic trident was this itty-bitty teddy bear, wearing a little white t-shirt with purple sleeves that said "I love you". I don't know why, but that little bear made me feel better. I looked like a concentration camp survivor, 40 lbs. soaking wet, raccoon eyes. A little bear who was proportionate sized was exactly what I needed.

And I have had him ever since. I once lost him at O'Hare - my dad retrieved him from the cleaning lady in the terminal. But I managed to hang on to him for dear life.

I quit sleeping with him years ago. I had him on this shelf in my closet, along with a few of my other favorite stuffed animals. My men have always graciously accepted my toys. I think they realize that inside my Aries-aggressive exterior lies a scared bunny rabbit who just wants a nice burrow and something soft to sleep with. I need lots of hugs.

So the linen service that Crittersville Hospital contracts with, Angelica Linen Service, states that they do have a lost-and-found box - WITH NO FUZZY. And I'm a bit of a mess about it.

I've hung onto that bear for over 20 years now, and despite the fact that I am in fact an adult, I am sitting here crying like a little kid whose puppy just died.

Angelica Linen Service is a publicly traded company. The satellite office that cleaned the hospital linen is located in Alpharetta, Georgia. ( Phone #: (678)823-4100).

I thought it was a bit funny that when Z tried to track down Fuzzy, he called the CEO and left a message. Ordinarily I would have just raised an eyebrow, until I realized today that this wasn't some 20 employee corporation. I'm sure the CEO heard his voice mail and thought some lunatic had really lost his marbles, calling and requesting an in-depth investigation into the disappearance of Fuzzy.But screw impropriety.

Today, reading my RSS feed, I found a news article about recent Angelica shareholder events.http://albany.dbusinessnews.com/shownews.php?newsid=56159&type_news=latest

If someone wants to help locate Fuzzy, it would most likely be the best Christmas present ever. I can't possibly tell you how weird it feels that he isn't around.So, here are the Executives' contact numbers. Perhaps with enough public outcry, they will see it as some kind of Christmas goodwill to help out.

Corporate OfficesAngelica Corporation

424 South Woods Mill Road

Chesterfield, Missouri 63017314/854-3800800/235-8410

www.angelica.com

Chairman of the Board

Don W. Hubble

314-854-3827

Chief Executive Officer

Stephen M. O'Hara

314-854-3827

President and COODavid Van Vliet

678-823-4100

Vice President and CFOJames W. Shaffer

314-854-3827

Save Fuzzy. And make my year.

Update....

It’s cold outside. It’s not the kind of cold where you can see your breath, but the kind of cold that you can’t see for everybody else’s breath in front of you. I have had a lot going on lately and haven’t had a chance to update since the party. I know that everyone is waiting to hear how the party was, so I will tell you, it was fabulous!

I left work with my court staff around 4:45. We walked a few blocks down to the party area, which was also one of the law offices. We walked in, and there was a make-shift bar on one side with a nice fireplace behind it. The furniture all looked antique and beautiful. There was a huge aquarium on the other side of the room with all kinds of exotic looking fish, and the music playing sounded like a soft Irish jig. We ordered drinks and looked around. We were some of the first people there. It didn’t take long for people to start showing up though! The court clerk and I sat down along with another girl from my office, and we watched as all the important people came in. Court reporters, lawyers, and even judges started filing in. After a while, one of my court officer friends decided that it was time that we checked out the other building for the party, which was down this street.

The street is one of those old narrow streets that is like an alley way compared to what streets are now. There are cobblestones and the buildings all used to be old row houses. They are really nice. A few doors down was the other building that was part of our party. We walked inside to a decorated Christmas tree, a full bar that one could actually sit down at, and much more room. We were told that this building actually used to be a gay bar. It was much bigger, and the music was more of a Diana Krall Christmas theme going on. My friend and I sat down at the bar and flirted with the bar tender. It was fun. Then came the FOOD!!! They had bar-b-cue brisket, chicken, greens, potato salad, mashed sweet potatoes, baked beans, mac and cheese, and plenty more. I felt like I was at my friend’s house back in Atlanta!!

A lot of the party stayed in the little street between the 2 buildings. I hung around with Raul and several of my friends from the DA’s office and the PD’s office. It was a very interesting mix of people. I did a little networking and met some people in high places. We’ll see what happens. Raul decided that it might not be safe for me to walk to the train alone, so he walked me down, and also rode all the way home with me…and then all the way back to South Philly, which is pretty far. He’s a nice guy.

So there is your party update. It was fun, and I can’t wait for the one next year. There are a lot of other things going on with work and such that I really need to blog about, but I can’t do it now, to save my sanity. I’ll write it later….I’m just waiting to be in ATL next week. God, I can’t wait.

Peace and love to all…..