tinker bell

We were watching television when it happened. I think my mother had a soap opera on, maybe Days of Our Lives. That was always her favorite. I have a picture of June Cleaver seated on her sofa: hair smooth and glossy with hair spray, a pencil skirted dress on a pencil thin body, cigarette held between the index and middle fingers of her left hand and a cup of coffee on the coffee table, a dollop of sweet cream floating on the surface of the hot, black liquid.

Walter Cronkite broke into the show and she sat forward, the back edge of her butt perched on the front edge of the couch, her knees locked together over three inch heels. Her bracelet caught the light when she lifted her hand to wipe away tears.

Someone killed King Arthur. Camelot destroyed on a sunny day, on a sunny drive through the badlands of Texas.

Lee Harvey Oswald inspired me to become the woman I am today. His supposed act was the first time I heard the word assassination and it struck a chord in my four year old heart. I wanted to be that person poking my rifle muzzle out of a twelve story window and anonymously taking out my target. And that's how I know he didn't do it. No self-respecting assassin gets caught.

He was a patsy, plain and simple.

All you have to do is think about it to know I'm right. I mean, I don't really know all of the facts but I'm pretty sure it wasn't LHO. I blame Castro and Jimmy Hoffa. They got together to get rid of the guy messing about their girl, Marilyn. Jimmy was especially upset over the way John cheated on Jackie all of the time and Marilyn was too innocent to know better. When John's handlers killed Marilyn to get her out of the way of their plans (John wanted to give it all up to run away to Cuba with her) Jimmy just couldn't take it anymore. He lost his mind with jealousy. He met with Castro and they decided to make some permanent changes.

One night when they were out together at a Salsa club, slow dancing after they had about ten margaritas each, Castro had an epiphany. He knew people. Jimmy knew people. They'd compare notes. If they found any people they had in common it would be a sign that God wanted them to clean up the mess made by a bunch of people who only had self interest as their guiding rule.

Upon sober reflection the next morning over tomato juice laced with lemon, creamy horseradish sauce, and two fingers of vodka, they still thought the idea a good one. They pooled their pocket change ($4,579.18,) called The Maggot (isn't that a great name for an assassin? I wish my code name was as good but somehow I got the moniker, Tinker Bell. I ask you, is that a proper name for an assassin? I think not but it stuck. ~ I digress,) and blamed it all on LHO.

Margarita Wednesday

You’ll notice that comments are turned off for this post. Comments will be turned off for all posts marked “journal” in the labels. I am turning off comments because I am attempting to write my journal entries without an audience in mind. I must write a 500 minimum entry to get myself in the writing habit. My only rule is that it be 500 words. I’ll bounce around and write whatever comes to mind without censorship. There are so many things I feel I shouldn’t say when I have an audience. Not really a particularly good habit for a writer (censorship, that is.)

I will be doing everything here. I have a website and 18 blogs and that’s just silly. Since Secret Agent Woman showed me how to set up my blog to be able to respond right under specific comments, I am very happy. That’s the only thing I missed from blogspot. So, other than for my journal posts, I’ll respond to comments on all other posts. (I began responding in the "Who's Your Daddy?" post.)

If you want to be able to respond to post comments in the same way, here are the instructions:

On the Overview page of your dashboard:

1. Click on "Settings"
then "Other"
then "Allow Blog Feeds"
set it to "Full" in the drop down menu

Make sure to click "Save settings"

2. Then again under "Settings"
click on "Posts and Comments"
then on "Comment Location"
set it to "Embedded" in the drop down menu

Make sure to click "Save settings"

All of my posts will be on this blog. That will save me so much time. I figured out this morning that I just like to make up pretty new blogs with lovely backgrounds and each with a different font but I’m making it too hard for people to see things. It’s really not necessary to do Purdie Pyrate cartoons on one blog, writing up dates on another, memes here, journal there, sun art at another blog. I was losing track of where I was. If you want to see stuff already posted, you know, when you’re bored and have nothing better to do, go up to the “Find Me” tab and you can get lost in the chaos.

I just poured my fourth Margarita with Sense and Sensibility OnDemand playing on the TV and blathering on here and all because I can - at 4.30 on a Wednesday and who cares if I get a hangover and stay in bed all day tomorrow? Not me. I am free to do whatever the hell I want. I’ve never felt better. QV took me to TGI Fridays for lunch. Do you know their margaritas are $10.00 each? I mean they are good but not that good. I had two. :)

There were hundreds of different rooms in my dreams again last night. That’s one of the recurring themes. It could be a school or a palace or castle or one rare occasions and hospital but always buildings with many rooms to play in. None of the rooms are ever the same, just lots and lots of variety, to keep me from getting bored I think.

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