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Let's Understand Each Other
I like to learn about other cultures and ethic groups. I've learned (a little) about mine--and I'm proud to be German, Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, French, Cherokee (on mother's side) and who knows what else.*

I come from a long line of rowdy people that drink beer, sail, love their saunas, drink whiskey, make fine cheese and so on.

It has occured to me if we all have a little inkling of where we come from, the world would be a better place. I'm of the opinion that we should always be proud of where we came from. We should celebrate our differences, not tear each other apart.

So...if you would, please tell me one or two things about your culture/ethnicity that you'd like other people to know. I think the world can use some understanding now.

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*I do know that my paternal great grandmother was a mail order bride from Lappland...after great grandpappy's first wife died in childbirth. He needed a woman to take care of his remaining children--and didn't waste any time in 'sending' for her. And I think he wanted more children anyhow.

Life was hard on the plains of South Dakota in those days.

This is the end...my friend.

Actually, you know where to find me.

Who knows? I may come back here if I need to.

But...I won't throw away my work. Let it stand.

Quick News That you Can use

I've decided to switch over to TypePad. Yeah, it's a blogging service that you pay for, but I can do a lot more with it than I can with Blogger. I was thinking of upgrading to a better blog anyhow, but what happened gave me extra motivation to get it done.

If you want to know the addy, leave me a request and an email address. I would prefer to avoid leaving it on anyone's sites, if possible.

I'm going to keep this one, though. I'll probably update it every now and then, but the other one will be my main blog.

I'm Back

I'm not sure if I am going to keep this blog up. (I will for at least a week, though, so don't worry, new renter. Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance) So before you go all sentimental on me, I may change my name (and URL) again and disappear into cyberspace anonymity as best as I can. I will always blog, but the name of the blog may change.

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Just having problems. Maybe it's time to move on to other things beside blogging because people (ok, one) have a tendency to misunderstand (deliberately?) what I say. I don't know. Don't care about the waste of human space. I do know that I need less stress in my life so I can help my folks out.

My dad's ok. (How's that for a segway, gentle readers?) He pulled through surgery and is still recovering in the hospital. Things are still swollen down there--that's to be expected--but the doctor is monitoring him closely because of his Type II diabetes.

So... he's in the hospital 200 miles away and I'm stuck here, wondering how he's doing. Think I'll give him a call.

Bye for now.

I've been eating a lot for the past few days. I mean that I've been chowing down more than two people need to survive. I can't sleep. An uneasiness kicks me in the stomach and I lie awake far too late in the night/early morning.

I'll leave you guys with this song by Seether. This is so much more eloquent than anything I could write.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

I'm leaving town this Wednesday and I won't be back until Sunday. My dad is going in for surgery on Thursday to remove part of his colon and do some more 'exploring'.

I was debating when to announce this so my horde of fellow bloggers wouldn't worry about me when I up and leave. (I know SOME of you would.) I knew I had to say a word or two, mostly because I don't like it when people disappear on me and I would never treat anyone that way.

Anyhow, I can't tell you how I feel about what is going to happen because I have no idea where my head is at. I think I'm numb.

I'm also not in the mood for truly introspective writing so I bid you good night and good luck.