What is Microsoft?  I do not know maybe you do.  I thought it was something like a Dictionary or a Doctor for computers.  As it turns out, my experience with this name has been a nightmare! 

How am I saying this? Microsoft is a trusted name on the net / not anymore. There happen to be to many scams out there just floating around waiting for you to click on their name inviting them in. 

This is just the one part of my nightmare, this was done to my old desk top during the take-down of my Laptop. The old girl wasn’t even turned on!  
I called Microsoft for help. Windows XP was not being supported anymore and told me to download windows 10. I followed their instructions this past April. Only it was not mentioned that the drivers would no longer work, slowly they stopped. Causing me to turn to the internet asking Microsoft for help. 

They cleaned my hard drive off! My Laptop is empty. My life safety tucked away for years was taken during this faulty repair of damage drivers,  they asked if I had any other computers needing repairs,  I said yeah but not with the drivers, that I had to upgrade her from windows XP that I would take her in just my Laptop. 

SCAMMING SCAMMERS SCAMMED me taking all my work off my Laptop putting a locking my old computer!!! Of course I call back only to be told there is no such record of these events taking place. 

All my pictures of my children are gone. All my grandchildren gone. My family gone. 

My writings my art my work my junk! Gone. Videos and music all taken for what?  What reason?  

Microsoft a name you can trust? NOT.  






















Croissant anybody?

Tea and croissant.   What kind of trip is this do you say?  Why a French trip today.  Croissant croissant. We have good butter. Butter on a crusade you say?  But of course, only the best all the way from somewhere else not French.  Optishion, FRANCE. I tell you not even PARIS or ROME.

The butter for the crusade to put on top the croissant comes from the peak of the ALPS of SWISS mountains. Little people with the nanny-goats.  They sit there with the tiny chair doing this all day., [pretend you are milking a cow]. We tell you happily we do this import to please your palate

”Excuse me. Can I ask how this butter is made?”

But of course not, your croissant is getting cold the butter will not stick, the crusade will be a disappointment,  Moi Professor will put the cold pea soup down my rubber-boot to answer your question. Please take the word of a French-crusade man to allow the story to go on take your butter for your croissant.  But if you prefer mister, there can be a little tete-a-tete after the ride.

Tea. We can offer you the best tea from the ALPS of PERU. But of course Peru we offer this magnificent tea to you for the croissant on this crusade. The tea for your croissant will wet your appitite for more butter that is exported by donkeys down many treacherous mountain paths-ways to reach you this day for your crussade.

“Do Peruines even drink coffee?”

I tell you one more time mistuer. You must leave this vouyge at once!

“But I just”…Now I tell you again. You will lose your croissant! Take her butter! Now I tell you this crusade is ca-put.

Banana pancakes anyone.  But of course.
























I am a good runner, I see myself way ahead of everyone else. But that was back then.  Nothing could stop me not even the wind. But that was, back then

The faster I ran the pavement could not be felt anymore. But that was back then.              It was like running on air.

I ran  until my stomach ached, I ran until I could not run no more. But that was back then.    Back then I had performance agility and style.

Now I can only dream of running while trying to keep an orderly work space!  I  never found or took time to organize paper work. not even in school! Once the pencil work is finished I am out of there.  Sports cleaning and dishes.

Now everything is up-side-down, paper work drifting all over the place I can’t put anything more down, well I can but look at the piles then!  No secretary here boys, ship to shore and get me out of here.

Now the winds blowing papers a flowing flit000_0889-1tering and flying about the room.

Then stop and shut the window, she said.


I joined WORDPRESS.COM MARCH 2017 and I just came across my dashboard, it was an accident. This was happy for me but because I know myself sometimes and after the initial shock of realizing that I do have a dash-board, I saved it under favorites.

Dashboard. Why is it called DASH?

Jumping at it, with a powerful lunge, dashing through the snow, you click that icon on your board. Your dashboard.

Anyway today August 14th 2017 on a Monday is a beautiful day out side. The weather is breezy with a nice jaunty air. Good day for painting  the weathered eves trough but not by me.

I love trees with their many shapes and forms showing off their beautiful colours adorn, swaying with the breeze giving us warning before the storms, sheltering us from the burning rays of the sun and so much more, I love trees.





Not unanswered prayers, just slow coming. I don’t understand you don’t understand  what GOD can do,  all at once in the blink of an eye, or two or three things at a time or what do we humans think GOD should do?

Prayers get answered just not always in the nick of time, that’s just the way it goes. Take a wish for instance. Tell me, just who do you think is responsible for granting that wish/ GOD? Genies are for wishes not GOD. Even the cartoons TELL YOU.  I’m sorry to have to say that I do understand why you may believe GOD is in charge of wishes too. Did GOD create genies, then he created you and me.

I asked GOD to send me my friend.  I have not seen or spoken to my friend with in four years., I was angry, disappointed, I did not want to ever lay my eyes on that friend. But then just like that I was not up-set anymore.  so I prayed asking GOD to see my friend.

A couple of days went by, where is my friend God?

After a while I came to realize my friend is not just going to show up at my door after four years of me, acting like a kid, I don’t like you. But now I want to be with my friend, so how come you did not go get her God, I’m talking to you.

See I understand your answer will be because GOD is god man, he can do anything he wants and he is suppose to!

But what you are really saying is, you expect God to say “YOU. STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND GO VISIT THAT PERSON WHO DOESN’T LIKE YOU ANYMORE!


But that we are human, if GOD all of a sudden started talking to you and only you, you would be afraid.   I understand many people believe he should. But he is not allowed to just start talking to you or me out loud.

[I’s not my fault you can’t hear God talking, he’s talking to me, not you.]

I kept my old friend in my heart for about a month thinking all the fun we had, then I found myself  telling God that I am sorry and I forgive.  Two days later, then this very eve,  we see each other. I loudly said “Hey hello.”

Thank-you my LORD.



Things started out seemingly normal, then getting dressed and readying myself for the day’s out-line, of, well needed house-hold chores. Oddly enough; I am unaware the planned out list of any, chores are slowly being backed-up by, the more ramblings going on in the mind, creating unnecessary chores, so everything else is, has vanished!

What should I wear today,  became the new quest.

This activity can take a good hour or less, depending on eyeing the chosen attire twice.

Then during the decision as to what to wear, things started creating patterns of ideas upon ideas, colliding with interruptions of new thoughts. Then.

  1. Hey a yard sale
  2. Might be a good idea

Absolutely no time is wasted there<joke>there goes another hour or less. It went something like this: Thoughts, trying on clothes, laughing at memories of when that piece of clothes was worn last, should I keep it, should I get rid of it, try it on again. Big decisions had to be made..  Then some where during all this, the brain took it upon its self to start poking at he mind, “hey what did you see when you looked out the window?”. But why the window?  What’s so important about the window, the mind is wandering,, then a thought other than a chore comes out.  “It’s beyond me as to why, people find the need to muddle around in yards sales buying other people’s unwanted things. Treasure. Stuff.

  1. It is called treasure idiot.
  2. Yeah some bodies junk.
  3. I’m already in the parking lot so there

Every thought of cleaning and fixing up things and blogging, flew out the door and went treasure hunting.  The money spent?  $2.65 cents.   “Who sells their blue-boy picture! A victorious day I’d rather say.”

Wow 2 Pictures of  two ships, somebody took the time to ink-draw. Great find! {Canadian & German}The GOECH FOCK and The BLACK JACK.. Beautiful work.  “How could anyone sell these?” >See if I can jew them down, became the new chore. Try to find the best stuff here before someone else gets it.>My brain told me I really wanted to have the ships. I see two girls and a lady laughing with the seller about this odd coiled tool. She asked, “what is this?” the guy tells her, “a great conversation piece.” I take a look and YES! IT IS! What is it, I don’t know but I suddenly want it. I hope they don’t buy it.  But the lady picks it up, gives it a couple of squeeses, after the girls leave, puts it down. That was close. My chance.

Funny though, the question is asked for the two ship fashioned out of ink.

How much?

“One dollar.”

One dollar, for both of them ?

“Okay a dollar each.”

Sold!  Two dollars it is. and this, I want it. What is this. I hand pump this thing. How much?   “25 cents.”   Sweet! And what’s in this little box? “Nut crackers.” Sweet how much? Now I’ll have to go find some nuts. I laughed, they gazed at me in silence. Made me laugh more. Then I saw this unopened comdination lock, wow ten-cents. I took it. Then I spy, my little eye catches hold of this hand held tool with a curved end. I needed to ask. Is this a labotomy tool, I want it too, how much? TEN-CENTS? I said. What is wrong with you people? How are you going to make any money if everything is ten cents, 25 cents. A young girl steps forward. “We just want to get rid of this, stuff.” I looked around. Then  begged myself to leave. Go Home! Wait. How much for this rooster. “Twenty-five cents”. YES! I Pay and I do leave.

{Frig I could have had them both for a dollar! What’s the matter with me. Freaking stupid. Not really. Kind. I think I did a kind thing.  These kids are trying to raise money for something.  Whoopee so I paid an extra dollar. I am very, very pleased} <>All this thinking went on AFTER Laughing my way out of the parking lot with all my TREASURES. Stuff. Somebody else’s things.   My mind is chatting Holy, I got the BLUE BOY picture. The girl in pink? I don’t know who she is. She came with the blue boy. Holy, labotomy tools, frig 10 cents. I’m thinking, freaking wow. Two awesome Ships!, the penmanship alone is nuts, freaking awesome work.  And that springy thing, what ever it is. >Thanks for looking out the window. No thanks for remembering what caught your eye. No thanks for taking me out the door.   Then, that poking thought at the back of my mind finally, made it to the front of the brain, {how much? One dollar!} How did it become two? I laughed so hard realizing I did it myself. “How much are these pictures, one dollar. One dollar? How much are these pictures, one dollar. Fine then two. I am not a good jew’er after all.   “Big deal, so I got fun things for $2.65 cents. And yes, I did look back a few times, to see if anyone is watching my exit in laughter across the lot.    Then. Just like that. The walk back home became quite annoying causing a bad reaction from this huge interruption of planned-out house-cleaning.  {Something like this}.

  1. Gross
  2. Freaking mites
  3. Now I need to wash and change my clothes.
  4. Freaking scratching all over the place
  5. I got to wash this shit man
  6. Freaking piss me off, had a shower last night.

There goes any chores for this day planned-out for good, for sure. Every thing from the yard sale, is carefully placed in the wash-bin in the kitchen sink.. Of course each and every item is touched and spoken to or at, while readying the sink to disinfect mites off all these dumb things I, for some reason had to have, now being comprmised.

You guessed it…

This washing-up has been compromised!, Put on-hold!.  Because Pictures, of all this stuff had to be done, so looking for any camera in the place needs to be carried-out.  Then something else came up>The need to de-mite my hands, face and hair is urgent!

NOTHING IS GETTING DONE.  I showered, I cleaned, I ate. Then my brain asked a question.

Are you back?

“What made you ask that”

All this shit going on, what the crap?

Well, I got ship pictures. And lobotomy tools. lol.  I got cool stuff, it was a good day.



Now all this stuff sits in my home cluttered and dusty but loved somehow. The chores are still waiting.





I have prayed to my Lord, asking that a good man find me, like me, a man to Love me. A decent man to marry me. I also agreed my sibling pray for my hope.

After a while I forgot to ask God to see me down here waiting for love to just find me. What is that people say!? Love does not find people. people go find love!  <French> It’s the same thing. So Yes, I will wait for love to find me. I pray for real love to find me, plus I believe my sibling  prayers. I believe in the power of prayer.  It makes perfect since. > somepeople say> it’s all a big magnet drawing in energy < – So all that concentration at once causes a cosmic interruption sending electrical volts to heavens door-bell.

March or April this year 2017 I told my sister I wanted to get married again. “Why?”

ANSWER> I always wanted to be a wife. A wife with kids. A wife with children and a husband.  I didn’t ask for anything more.

Hell. I even bring stories to life [adding] LOVE. Love love love.  And now here I am trying to explain why I need this companionship all of a sudden. My older sister wants to know why I want The Lord to send me a man. Because is all that I said. Because. Why can’t I be happily married too. Why can’t I love a man and a man love me too. I want to cook and clean and take care of a man like all woman do.



[I do not wish to be the cause, of another bra burning bash, violating  the “TRUMP NEWS” Not the president, the man of the hour, now!


  • Anyway none the less the phone rings a few days ago.
  • It was a very old family friend.
  • He came to visit this very day.

Is this my ?, was he sent to me? Did he find me while he was out looking for love? Did Love just find me or it’s all, just coincidentally, out of the blue, after 27 years, he calls.

Am I to believe now that love can find you.

The phone rang two-hours ago.  He tells he was drawn to me and wants my permission to give my name to a reader, to see if we are compatible. . What is this I ask you.  A Fortune teller to see if we are compatible?   “Quote.” He’s going to tell you this name has a triple personality but you will be perfectly safe. [happy he found this statement amusing]. Again I said. “Quote!” , how can you pray to god and ask him for rain, then go to a future teller for love? That’s not okay.” Of course he wanted to know why I thought the way I did.

Answer > Because the Bible says so.

He said it is to at least see if we are compatible. “Okay, okay I said. But I do not want to know my future! > My mother even said it is bad to know.<

The Lord answered my prayer, now will I botch things up with my {allities?} all three? I can only say, poor guy, cause it is not easy living with one person not three in one. even though she sais with a smile, you’re safe. Now I laugh.

He even wants to save the trees. I love trees!  Tree or three how many do you want. FRENCH.  I say French because the French swear and I don’t swear, so French.

So naturally, I told him, odd, that I have been praying a man sent to love me and marry me for ever. That my sister is praying for me as well. [He rather liked this], so did I. We actually talked for a while setting a date to meet at an eatery, discussing his great find with his TELLER just using my name? I hope this does not scare the teller.

Laughing some more.   All in a name they say.  French!

What is my triple-personality going to do now.

Jump ins.

He told me all about his work at his first visit. So I ran to get all my, work, placing it down in front of him. He is impressed. I only smile.

It was not long a half an hour visit. He had to go. My mind told me it was a cheap visit indeed. ? half an hour.   But my heart told me he made flight because all the kids were all over him so were the dogs and. A bit to much isn’t. YES indeed it is.

When I hugged him good bye, it felt like the hello hug.  A brick wall. A strong man a working man I asked of my Lord. Then I find myself telling the Lord that I can’t even call him and apologise for all the commotion.  I don’t even know how to spell his last name or the town city or place he comes form. I didn’t think to ask? I just fell into his stories and showed him my written stories then he was gone.  Again I asked the Lord, how do I even find him back?

Seriously I found it, but to afraid to use it. Am I a stocker now? Will he think me mad? I don’t know, but I don’t want him to think I am crazy.  So I just went on with my usual blogging stuff complaining to the Lord who else >

then just like that the phone rang <>Him asking to make plans meeting at an eatery.

Now I’m left here with my mind.