Do you know where you're going to?

I keep hearing that song over and over in my mind. I used to be able to play it on the piano, but I haven't sat down at the piano in months it seems. I really needed a place to pour out my feelings, a place to rant, a place to laugh, to cry, all the gamut of emotions women have.

Currently, I am in a relationship, a long distance one. He lives in New York and I live in Kentucky. We met online back in late 2003 and in 2004 we met for the first time. Looking back over the course of these last couple of years, I am not sure where we are going ... He did tell me to get a passport which I did do ... perhaps he and I will go to Spain this year ... perhaps not ... Outside of my optimism and love for him, creeps this ominous cloud of doubt, fear, and pessimism, and I guess I need a place to sort it all out in my head.

Below is a transcript I wrote of our first meeting.


"Today we touch for the very first time
I'm yours now in body as well as in mind
You've touched me before this
let there be no doubt
But to finally hold you is what it is all about"


Chapter I ~ The Meeting


It was all about to go from internet chat to reality any moment ... so many feelings, thoughts ... the waiting and the planning ... the wondering if it would happen ... even a tinge of fear ... thinking of everything we've shared and talked about...the endless conversations that went on for hours ... the phone calls... the emotions of it all ...

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door of the hotel and headed towards the front desk clerk. I had been waiting months for this day to come, yet now I was shaking with apprehension. He had called and I knew he was waiting for my arrival. As I reached the desk and started speaking to the girl behind the counter, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I wondered if he could hear my heart leaping out of my chest with a bounding thump at the sound of his voice. I turned to catch sight of the voice and the man behind it, and there he was, laying the newspaper aside, and rising up to greet me.

It was a beautiful sunny June afternoon 2004. Trying to concentrate all day at work had been a challenge. All I could think about was him... me... us. I was still in a marriage, had separated, and I had filed for divorce. In my heart the one-year marriage was over long before it really even began. My life was moving on, and for the first time in a long time that felt good. I was ready for this new relationship whatever it turned out to be, lovers, friends, it didn't matter. At one point we had canceled our plans to meet because of my situation. He was married too but living separately, independently. For all intents and purposes, who knew where we would end up? Making love, running for cover, a dinner and a dump, or continue to enter the layers of one another's lives and grow into something truly beautiful.

All I knew was that I wanted to find out. For every hour that passed, he was drawing nearer, driving to meet me. I worked with a girl who had met her now live-in online, and moved several states to be with him here. I thought at the time she was telling the story, that it was just crazy to think that you could "find love" on the Internet. I knew nothing of the Internet much less the chatrooms, and I didn't even own a home computer back then. As a matter of fact, my sister gave me the first home PC I ever had (almost 4 years ago) and into the world of the internet I ventured. I didn't know what I was doing half the time. I stumbled into the chatrooms by pure accident, while stumbling through the yahoo messenger. Sis and I enjoyed talking to one another online as it sure saved money on phone bills.

The Land of the Chatrooms ... what an experience. It was amazing to me that I could travel into any state and "pick" on people ... lol ... as their on screen names would spark a comment from me. It was amusing to me what people used as their handles in a chatroom... like pullmyhairandspankmyass!! (well, that about says it all, doesn't it?). Most of the times I came across what I thought to be "normal people" like me .... but then there were the strange ... and then the really perverted strange. I guess in the Land of the Chats,you could call me Ms. Naive, but I would become a fast learner. Number one question, is, "hey baby, what are you wearing?" lol...it still makes me laugh. What I really didn't understand was cybersex. How do people get off on that ? Somehow it just takes the romance out of it for me. You do what with a cam? I didn't know much about that either ... until ~ Well, it seemed people were willing to show it off to anybody that would look. I kept thinking if these people spend half as much time off line looking for a date, as they did online, chances are their life would be more fulfilling.

While browsing through a chatroom one day, I saw a screen name that caught my interest so I threw out some bantering comment like "hey baby, can you put out my fire?" My worst fear was realized, that I too, had become a chatroom junkie! Funny how, looking back, I never was looking for love, just fun and friendship, and it was all a big adventure! I never realized how much my life would change or that I would develop such a special bond with this man; but here I was ... in this hotel lobby ... meeting a stranger. He wasn't really a stranger was he? My heart knew him as no stranger, but I guess in physicality we were both strangers to one another.

As I turned and walked over to him, all the nervousness and apprehension I had felt faded when he and I embraced at long last and I gazed into those dark chocolate brown eyes of his. For the first time in a long time I felt alive ... really alive ... @2005

Where are we going to? Time will tell.

do you know where you're going to?

I keep hearing that song over and over in my mind. I used to be able to play it on the piano, but I haven't sat down at the piano in months it seems. I really needed a place to pour out my feelings, a place to rant, a place to laugh, to cry, all the gamut of emotions women have.

Currently, I am in a relationship, a long distance one. He lives in New York and I live in Kentucky. We met online back in late 2003 and in 2004 we met for the first time. Looking back over the course of these last couple of years, I am not sure where we are going ... He did tell me to get a passport which I did do ... perhaps he and I will go to Spain this year ... perhaps not ... Outside of my optimism and love for him, creeps this ominous cloud of doubt, fear, and pessimism, and I guess I need a place to sort it all out in my head.

Below is a transcript I wrote of our first meeting.


"Today we touch for the very first time
I'm yours now in body as well as in mind
You've touched me before this
let there be no doubt
But to finally hold you is what it is all about"


Chapter I ~ The Meeting


It was all about to go from internet chat to reality any moment ... so many feelings, thoughts ... the waiting and the planning ... the wondering if it would happen ... even a tinge of fear ... thinking of everything we've shared and talked about...the endless conversations that went on for hours ... the phone calls... the emotions of it all ...

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door of the hotel and headed towards the front desk clerk. I had been waiting months for this day to come, yet now I was shaking with apprehension. He had called and I knew he was waiting for my arrival. As I reached the desk and started speaking to the girl behind the counter, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I wondered if he could hear my heart leaping out of my chest with a bounding thump at the sound of his voice. I turned to catch sight of the voice and the man behind it, and there he was, laying the newspaper aside, and rising up to greet me.

It was a beautiful sunny June afternoon 2004. Trying to concentrate all day at work had been a challenge. All I could think about was him... me... us. I was still in a marriage, had separated, and I had filed for divorce. In my heart the one-year marriage was over long before it really even began. My life was moving on, and for the first time in a long time that felt good. I was ready for this new relationship whatever it turned out to be, lovers, friends, it didn't matter. At one point we had canceled our plans to meet because of my situation. He was married too but living separately, independently. For all intents and purposes, who knew where we would end up? Making love, running for cover, a dinner and a dump, or continue to enter the layers of one another's lives and grow into something truly beautiful.

All I knew was that I wanted to find out. For every hour that passed, he was drawing nearer, driving to meet me. I worked with a girl who had met her now live-in online, and moved several states to be with him here. I thought at the time she was telling the story, that it was just crazy to think that you could "find love" on the Internet. I knew nothing of the Internet much less the chatrooms, and I didn't even own a home computer back then. As a matter of fact, my sister gave me the first home PC I ever had (almost 4 years ago) and into the world of the internet I ventured. I didn't know what I was doing half the time. I stumbled into the chatrooms by pure accident, while stumbling through the yahoo messenger. Sis and I enjoyed talking to one another online as it sure saved money on phone bills.

The Land of the Chatrooms ... what an experience. It was amazing to me that I could travel into any state and "pick" on people ... lol ... as their on screen names would spark a comment from me. It was amusing to me what people used as their handles in a chatroom... like pullmyhairandspankmyass!! (well, that about says it all, doesn't it?). Most of the times I came across what I thought to be "normal people" like me .... but then there were the strange ... and then the really perverted strange. I guess in the Land of the Chats,you could call me Ms. Naive, but I would become a fast learner. Number one question, is, "hey baby, what are you wearing?" lol...it still makes me laugh. What I really didn't understand was cybersex. How do people get off on that ? Somehow it just takes the romance out of it for me. You do what with a cam? I didn't know much about that either ... until ~ Well, it seemed people were willing to show it off to anybody that would look. I kept thinking if these people spend half as much time off line looking for a date, as they did online, chances are their life would be more fulfilling.

While browsing through a chatroom one day, I saw a screen name that caught my interest so I threw out some bantering comment like "hey baby, can you put out my fire?" My worst fear was realized, that I too, had become a chatroom junkie! Funny how, looking back, I never was looking for love, just fun and friendship, and it was all a big adventure! I never realized how much my life would change or that I would develop such a special bond with this man; but here I was ... in this hotel lobby ... meeting a stranger. He wasn't really a stranger was he? My heart knew him as no stranger, but I guess in physicality we were both strangers to one another.

As I turned and walked over to him, all the nervousness and apprehension I had felt faded when he and I embraced at long last and I gazed into those dark chocolate brown eyes of his. For the first time in a long time I felt alive ... really alive ... @2005


Where are we going to? Time will tell.

and the whining goes on...

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I am so bent with this whining 5-year-old child. I love her to pieces but for the last few days, she has wanted to call her mother upteen times a day, and whines incessantly about it! She misses her mommy and daddy, and tomorrow she is supposed to be back at school, which she undoubtedly is going to miss, and the rest of the week probably. Not to mention it will take a crane and two days to clean up the afterbirth that I will find when she leaves, such as candy stuck to the carpet, markers on walls and furniture, god only knows.

Wyatt the little one (17 months old) has been with his other set of grandparents since this past Friday, and will probably be there until the weekend, when they decide to take them back to Griszelda Mess and Lord Spoiled. Why? They wanted to go to the Panic concert in Atlanta, GA, so of course his mommy decided to volunteer her services.

I originally thought the "babysitting service" would end New Years Day, and mother-in-law would take the kids back halfway, but lo and behold, I was informed by her that she would not be making that trip until the 4th.

I guess the mother-in-law decided that since her little boy, Lord Spoiled was going out of town, and Griszelda Mess (as she states need NOT to miss work), both of whom made no real plans for anybody to watch their children, knowing that mother-in-law would volunteer OUR services for a few more days. What's a few more days you ask?

Ah, is there a difference between insane and insanity! and yes, insanity is beginning to creep in. The meltdown has already been and is continuing.

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Merry Fruckin' Xmas...

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I sure am glad to see Christmas go, however, Griszelda Mess and Lord Spoiled left one of their presents here! little Queenie! Yes, little Queenie has been here for 8 days now, and the little native is getting quite restless, bored, and makes more messes than 10 kids!!!

Oh My God, somebody please take this kid back to her life, so I can return to mine! Have you ever tried entertaining a kid of 5 years for 8 hours while you work? I can tell you this palace has not been this messy since the last time she was here! I love to see her come, but I love to see her go. She really misses her mom and dad, and at her age that is understandable.

Last Friday, Lord Spoiled and Griszelda Mess came in for Christmas. Of course, Lord Spoiled was summoned by his mother and father to be home for Christmas as he has an aging grandfather. Griszelda wanted to stay down there, which is what they should have done. I tried to get them NOT to come! They need to be creating their own holiday traditions with their now two children in their God forsaken dump seven hours away!

I am not saying that their place is a dump, only the way they keep house! How do people just step over such messes? I will never understand how people live with clutter and such nastiness as dirty dishes that obviously have been lying around for a few days! Not to mention a dog and a cat and two kids which do not have any restrictions or confinements. Little Wyatt doesn't even sleep in a crib or put down for a nap and left to cry it out or learn how to manage his emotions when he's fit-throwing.

When we were down there for Thanksgiving their house was a total mess, garbage needed taken out. Lord Spoiled complains he has to do it all since Griszelda works evenings, but I didn't see him lift his finger to do a damn thing, there or here! He he has put on 40 pounds and he is taking blood pressure medicine at 28 years of age, which makes him sleepy so he is zoning out all the time; coupled with him taking Xanax for his so-called "nervous problems!" He's turned into a real slob, and all he does is bitch about what Griszelda DOESN'T do! What a pussy spoiled ass who talks to his mommy every day about his hard-knock life! all the while taking hundreds of dollars a month from his parents to help them make ends meet?

Both of them are working for goodness sakes, his own mother needs to stop coddling them so they learn to make it on their own and I told her that too when she griped to me about it the other day. Some people just don't get it. I caught Lord Spoiled in my cabinet drawers again looking for God knows what. They definitely wore out their welcome at my palace.

These two had my house trashed with dishes, clothes, cigarette smoke filled the house (yes they were supposed to go outside) and they just took my too much space! How bad was it? well, I couldn't even get to my toilet because their pants were in the floor in front of it!!! Lord Spoiled says he has to do all the cleaning at their house, well, that is a big fat lie I can tell you that! He sneezed and coughed up crap in a cup, and left it sitting in my floor Christmas Day, and it never did make the garbage while he was here! Now wasn't that a nice Christmas present, ewww gross!

The highlight of the trip of course for me was seeing the kids. My palace is just too small to be invaded by four other people! However, Prince Wyatt, who is now 17 months old, is the biggest whiner I have ever seen. He is so coddled and spoiled it is pathetic! You look at him and tell him no, and you think you'd killed him. They do not even try to discipline this child; they just let him run wild! pulling and throwing stuff around. Little Queenie can't do anything that she doesn't get blamed for when he's around, accused of provoking him, but I have observed when she comes into the room to say something to her mother or wants a little attention, Prince Wyatt just screams and tries to hit her and I tried to get them (the parents) to step back and watch that situation. Their lack of parenting skills is just another annoyance to irritate yours truly, the Queen Mother bitch!

Of course the darn tree is still up. I was not in the Christmas mood, but I was ordered by Griszelda Mess that since she was ordered to be here because of "his" family that she wanted the kids to open Christmas morning here and of course she wanted a tree. I relented to he having her way with that, but I thought perhaps they would take it down before they left, but nooo, it's still in there. I thought about just throwing a blanket over it, pitching it in the basement head first, over or taking it outside in the front lawn after debriding the ornaments from it and just plant it! At least I won't have to worry about it drying or needing watering, right? and I can just drag it in for next year! hey, this is Appalachia! I could get away with it.

I hate the job of taking down that crap!

Actually I hate the job of putting up that crap! oh boy, joy, joy, joy, next year, NOT! I told them to just send a card and cash! and that this would not be their Bed & Breakfast next year!

What did Santa bring Queen Blogship? not one damn thing! other then semi peace and quiet when they pulled off and headed out! Amen!

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You should have heard me exclaim as they drove out of sight, Fairy Godmother! You would've thought I'd won the lotto! and to all a good-nite!


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Ms. Golden Hair Surprise...

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Good Evening.

A strange thing happened here at the Palace. I have talked to all three of my children within the last 24 hours. When I look at the caller ID and I see it is my son or daughter (both grown) I often cringe thinking "Oh, God, what now?" ... I know, I know ... I must be a terrible mother! But believe me, it is a strange occurrence indeed, Blogdom. As you may well know, I have three children; two of which are grown and supposedly are making it out on their own; and the youngest and I have an online relationship through the week, and are weekend warriors in real life, as she lives with her father and stepmother, and foster siblings. She hates having foster kids in the home, so she tells me nearly every weekend, but now has a new foster sister who is 13 and they were having a big time tonight in her room! and of course we were all playing on the Instant Messenger! Speaking of which her dad reads our conversations. She is a good kid and I trust her 100% on the computer. He is just a snoop. As parents, we know when our kids need monitored, but his goes far beyond the "normal" parental concern, but that is another fairytale story in a Ex-Kingdom best not traveled to presently.

It never fails that Griszelda Mess always calls when I am working! and truly do not have the time to sit and gab but I always try to listen, as she needs a sounding board most times. Usually I mark my time down and just forget taking that much needed break or make the time up by working a little over to compensate. She called this morning going off on a tangent stating that she does not know how long she can put up with this working evening turn 4 to midnight ... and how Lord Spoiled she feels is not handling the household in the evenings and attending to her children's needs, especially little Queenie who is 5, and Sir Wyatt who is 17 months of age. I do understand her concern as a mother and sympathize with her.

She says Lord Spoiled does not care about anything except the MONEY issue, and I know him well enough to say this is probably true. She tells me that she is ready to quit this job, as family is more important and her kids need her home. She says that little Queenie is acting out as Lord Spoiled does not spend any time with her on her homework or in general, and his idea of discipline is raising his voice to intimidate, and spanking the kids. My little Queenie is already having to adjust to a new school and surroundings, but now is without her mom home in the evenings, and feels lost. I told Griszelda before she took this job that at their ages she would be better to opt for perhaps a lower paying job out of her particular field for a while and of course look for a day turn job and maybe even a part time one. The job she currently has is a 4 to midnight shift at a hospital doing phlebotomy work, and getting a change in shift is not an option at this point. I don't know what will happen on this saga, but I am sure I will find out.

My son, Prince Bryan, who lives in the city of Wellington, in a cabin in the woods in the boondocks, called me from his work last night after 11:30 p.m. from the prison. He is a guard at LaGrange in Lousville, Kentucky. He only works 3 nights a week since he has to travel to his jobsite. It seems he needed someone to talk to. He was having "girl" issues. As his Queen Mother, of course, I advised him right away that all women were evil, and he should best avoid them! Well, I did try to listen to his concerns and voice to him my advice. It seems he has been a little depressed lately due to the death of his best friend in the whole world. Dying from stupidity he says of taking too much prescription drugs and mixing them with alcohol. If that was not bad enough someone broke into his cabin and stole nearly everything he had (even his clothing) while he was working at the prison, and even left the doors wide open and his beloved dogs running wild. This kid loves his dogs. They are his children. They even took his satellite dish which was later recovered!

Obviously he could not get to sleep last night worrying about a situation with a girl he has known for eight months now. I am not sure where this relationship is going, but I am worried that he did not need this concern on top of all the recent stuff going on in his life. He said she wanted "alone time." He tells me he is lonely. I did find out that he is actually living just under a 2 hour drive from me, so I just might have to pack up and go see this child of mine that I haven't seen him since Christmas last year. Oh, I take that back, maybe once for a few minutes when he was passing through months ago. Yes, the Queen might be making a trip into Wellington but somehow I do not think they will be rolling out the red carpet at the Red Roof Inn, as there are no accommodations there! It seems when it rains, it pours, does it not? and that is the news from the Kingdom of Yours Truly ...

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My! How Time Flies...

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I can't believe it is November already. I don't know where fall went to. Last I recall it was summer in Cincinatti, me and the millionaire, were having a great time in the city! Once home I feel like I've done nothing but work. The gardener has shied away but continued to mow my lawn, and even came this past week and blew leaves and raked my entire yard. He and I talk on the phone more than anything; he sure has the gift of gab and it is like talking to a girl! We've gone "junking" but not much else; no more dates! and no kisses from the gardener and that's the way I prefer it. I am happily in lust over my millionaire baby. After the gardener and I had a long talk about this "love" thing, boundaries have been established and he and are are cool with that, or at least I think. I have to to tell you, he is a bit odd.

In one of our many phone conversations he was bitching because his do-less brother moved in on him this summer. His brother is a 50-something-year-old jailbird and chronic dope smoker, and pretty much an all-around dope, who only works when he is forced to. The gardener took him in because he did not want him on the streets, or so he says. Anyway, it seems his brother used his holy "cookware" which was in the kitchen on the stove and hanging on a rack above the stove, to cook with, and the gardener had a fit! He says he does not cook in his kitchen, he does not like the mess, and those "pots & pans" were just for show??

WTF? is what I'm thinking. (the gardener continues)... "You know, how people will put things out ... or display items just for show but they don't really use?" I'm thinking at this point this guy has issues ... seriously and I am trying not to laugh outloud! Not only did his brother screw with his pan collection, but he also made a big fat royal mess in HIS kitchen! God forbid somebody cook in his kitchen!!! Yeah, well, that's not the first time I got an incling that he pretty much does the "show game." His car is impeccably washed all the time, and he probably has a fetish with the bathroom hand towel hanging at a certain level or a certain way. I couldn't help but laugh over his rant about the pots and pans!!! I can't handle that mentality in a man. I've discovered littel quirks like that over the course of our "yardship!" and like I said, he's pretty to look at, but definitely not my cup of java! LOL

On the homefront, Griszelda Mess and Lord Spoiled have survived six months of not being within a stone's throw of the palace! Amazing! I certainly do not miss being trespassed against! I hope that living on their own away from any family support has taught them a few lessons. Lord Spoiled's mom and dad continue to spoil him with extra money instead of the teaching themselves to budget. It burns my ass, but what do you do? I am supposed to ride down Thanksgiving weekend with these in-law people and I will surely have to bite my tongue, or take a Greyhound bus back home! That should prove to be an interesting trip to say the least!

Speaking of Griszelda Mess (my daughter whose 28), called and woke me up at midnight the other night. Asking me if I had heard from Queenie (who is 5) or Lord Spoiled (her hubby), as he was supposed to come and pick her up from work but she could not reach him on the cellphone. Had he fallen asleep and she was stuck at the hospital? and what if anything could Your Majesty, Queen Blogship do about that? After all, I'm 7 hours away for God sakes, snug in my bed, with visions of sex running rampant in my head! and why the interruption? calling me up at midnight, waking me from my twilight, and for what I ask you again Blogdom? Is that not the stupidest?? I swear I did not drop this child on her head as an infant, nor did I abuse drugs when I carried her in utero ...

That is about as bad as the time a while back she called me stuck at the side of the road broken down like I could fix that, too? She needed somebody to vent to at that time because her less than mechanically inclined husband never services their vehicles which is worrisome to me. My advice to her. Demand he service the vehicles every change of season or 1000 miles. I am sure she gave him a good bitch, after all she wears the pants in that family!

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nothing says lovin' like a good bitchin'~huh fairy godmother?!!


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Forgive me Blogdom for I have sinned. *insert frown here.* It has been a while since my last confession I see, once again.

However~!~

Let us mark Today as a glorious occasion here at the palace for Yours Truly, the Queen. Griszelda Mess (no longer a mess, or is she?) started a new phlebotomy job today at the local hospital there in Princeton...

and my youngest daughter, Princess Golden Hair, started her journey into womanhood by starting her first menstrual cycle today at school, totally unexpected!

Yes, it's a bloody good day in the neighborhood!

and how are things with you? Like I care.

As far as Yours Truly, I have had this headache from hell all day long! and now I'm nauseated! till next time.

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fairy sprinkle blessings till next time!





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I ask you Kingdom ...

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Yes, at my hillbilly palace, my couch sits on stilts! How embarrassing is that?


Have you ever seen a more redneck thing than that? I think not!


The Queen is still tiffed about that one! It just so happens that the gardener is not skilled in much and fixing couches is one of them!


*ROFLROFLROFL*


I know, I know, it's not his area of expertise, right?


oh!~ kiss my fairytale ass!


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fairy sprinkle blessings till next time!


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