i am sooooooooooooooooooooo done........

substance..

first let me say, that breaking any bones in the body is not recommended....surely i am saying, but how can this slide down a hill cuz some much havoc.....my ankle is not healing like my dr. would like....i am supposed to get hooked up to an electrical black box , that will shoot jolts to my leg bone to stimulate bone growth......and i guess i have a hard time staying still and wearing the big black ugly boot.......

art on the sofa

so i am supposed to stay still, easy you say...i say naught.....so i am once again making art on the sofa, that means i have tons of art supplies surrounding the sofa.......and it is getting messy and i have to clean it up......which requires the big black boot......now i know there are plenty of people that have it worse than me.....but this broken ankle is old and tired and i need to be able to walk distances, and be able to go out for a long period of time.......

messy table

this is not my idea of fun, ..........i have to entertain myself.....i have been reading alot more

good reads

and listening to my ipod........

and making stuff.....

pages

and i was outside the other day and got a shot of a tree......

so really that is what i am up too, could ya get any more boring......i need to get out, i need to go to the city of my birth........and hang......

the red shoe.......

ok, here's the story of a lovely lady.....and a slide down a hill. these are the first sneaks, i hve put on bothe feet.....they are soooooo clean and a half a size to big.....i looka like i have clown feet,,,,,,,and i wore heel all the time...i hope i still fit in all my cowboy boots..

i know it's only rock and roll but i love it.......

ok..while what can i say, i know i keep saying that i am going to post every day.....big lie....but as it goes life goes forward...so let's start by asking "how is your summer going"....tell me darling...tell me anything that will not bore me to crock a dile tears.......well i went out one morning with the idea of having some of those frothy, salty drinks with tequila in them......cinco de mayo...........baby......anyhow i did however wind up with an ankle that looked like a bike that got run over by a garbage truck.......not fun........they locked me up in the old folks home and not ever a good place for the old folks, in fact it is fucking worse.....and as i have told my children if they ever leave me in a place like that i will come back and fucking haunt them for the rest of their lives.......i digress.....so i have been through the surgies, the therapists, the drugs oh the drugs are fun they put you on them.....and them they tell you , you have to go off of them....but can't seem to provide the right kind of drugs...........any way the foot thing is coming along....i can rock steady, if i stand in the big black boot......not very pretty i might say......so i have been working on some journals......you know ever fucking creative type has some kind of journal................... journals.....i have every one since i was 12......here are a few pages

i am trying to hang on to what ever little bit of sanity and myself have left....and i don't want to be cruel or anything .....but anita, hon, what the fuck have you done to yourself......so the only thing that i know for sure is rock n roll always saves my soul................til the next time.......