Sound of Madness

Okay I am writing in my blog once again…Am I poisoned by the need to feel that relaxation that precedes my writings of nonsense? It is a drug, and I crave it more today than most. As I sit here in my office, I am burdened by the thoughts of anger and the need to decapitate something. Thoughts I do NOT normally have. After all I am a confident, strong woman right?! In love and in a great frame of mind most the time… Yeah, well that gal jumped out the window, and stepped in front of a moving vehicle. It must be something in the air. It is Halloween, and since I am dressing up like a witch, I must be mentally preparing for the role. I rarely have this sinister side creep up in me. Yet when it does, I am surprised and shocked. Could be the fact that I am getting these enormous bills from my lawyer still. Sixty dollars for a “review” of a document??? Eighty dollars for a 5-minute phone call to my ex’s lawyer??? How do these people sleep at night?! Blood suckers, every last one of them.

To have a friend that never judges is one of God's greatest gifts. And to truly call someone the "best friend you have ever had" is an even bigger blessing. There are those people we get to know and life takes you away from them for a time. What makes a difference, is if you are brought back together, and you are as close, if not closer than before. I am so very blessed.

Winemaking at its best...In the backyard, wearing grubs! This was the crushing picture of Merlot grapes that had been through the fermentation process for a couple weeks. I LOVE the smell...If I could bottle that cellar smell and sell it, I'd be a very rich woman! This was a great experience to say the least. I could dig being a full time winemaker (vs. being realtor) ANYDAY...

Wow. I guess I didn't realize how long it had been since I sat down and wrote in this. I was actually doing rather well at conveying my thoughts and feelings until recently. If you have read my past blogs, you know that I am the queen of many things. Procrastination being number one. So again, I sit and let my thoughts flow to release something equivalent to adrenaline. What it is exactly, I've no clue. I just know that when I am finished writing my mind will be at complete ease, and I will be able to handle what lies ahead. Its a bit like praying I suppose. Its therapy to ease the mind. There actually have been many things that I have been doing lately. It has merely been self centered, but nonetheless chaotic. I am getting married in December to a wonderful, kind hearted, patient, loving man. He is everything I had dreamed a man should be and more. He worships the very ground that I walk on. But we walk together. We just have to stop walking sometimes so he can worship, but I

There is a parable in the Bible about not building your house on sand... So what is up with reconstructing a 400,000-person city below sea level in an area that's prone to enormous hurricanes? Even if you are not religious, its black and white! Now that all the choas is over for the most part, the thought process kicks in for the government and the citizens of this great city… What next? How do we prevent this from happening again? I see it on the nightly television news (media tainted of course). And I think, “Ummm…Duh….” Here is my two cents worth. Now, do NOT get me wrong. I feel for those poor souls down there. Losing loved ones, losing children, losing everything. It makes me almost nauseous. However, and this is just my opinion. Is it not their own fault? You live in a city that is assuredly going to have some sort of major hurricane during the year, and your residence is BELOW sea level. Seems like a no-brainer to me. Its about like the people who build their