We Met!

Update to “2 Miles & 5 Decades Apart

Michael Megeath, Me, Jamie (Megeath) Jamison

Ok, first of all, yes, half-brother Michael is ridiculously tall. He also takes his teasing well, as any “little” brother should. Half-sister Jamie, being his (full!) older sister, obviously “raised” him well. She also is incredibly charming and we had a lovely, LOVELY lunch. We all met at the Scarlett Oak in Hingham, MA and lunched w/Mike & Dad. Dad went on his merry way after about an hour & a half, but the rest of us lingered for another hour & a half. (I had told the Scarlett Oak what was going on and that we’d stay a while. I’d asked for a corner table so we didn’t bother anyone.)

As I write this, it’s a few weeks later, actually about a month later! But I wanted to be sure to memorialize it. It’s early, pre-dawn in fact, on a Sunday morning, so I’m going to go now. I’ll come back for a later installment to flesh out some more details, but for now? We met! It happened! And we are all delighted to know each of us is out there in the world!

2 Miles & 5 Decades Apart

I am 54 years old and today I will meet my sister for the first time. Until last winter, I had no idea she existed. More dramatically, she had no idea *I* existed, having grown up with her biological parents, she, understandably, never gave a thought to even the possibility that there may be unknown siblings running around, but here we are and the day has come!

Now, about this “2 miles apart” thing: unbeknownst to anyone involved at the time, she & I lived literally a few miles from one another while we were little weeble people. For about 4 years, from 1966-1970, when Jamie was a newborn and I was just one year older, we both lived in Hingham, MA. Our families attended the same Catholic Church. Our fathers drank at the same watering hole, what is now The Liberty Grille, in Hingham Harbor. In fact, we think there is a reasonable chance they may have been there at the same time, on more than one occasion and who knows? They may have even spoken, both utterly unaware that one was raising the other one’s child.

The whole thing is really quite mind-blowing.

Today, all our parents are dead, save one, my dad, who will be taking us all out to lunch in, you guessed it, Hingham! We won’t be gathering at the Liberty Grille, but in Hingham none-the-less! I will get to meet my half-sister, Jamie, and my half-brother Michael (another Michael!).

This brings my grand total of siblings to six now: two adopted, and four half-siblings, 2 from my birth mother, and 2 from my birth father. I’m a regular Brady Bunch! LOL.

I’m actually kind of nervous, and not in the way I am usually nervous about social occasions, which is to say dreading them. I’m actually looking forward to it, which is unusual for me, but I’m nervous like a first date nervous! I want very much to make a good impression. Unfortunately for me, when I feel like this, I tend to make an ass out of myself, so I’m going to try to be aware of that and not, for once in my life, make an ass out of myself. That would be refreshing – for all involved, I’m sure.

See, my problem is, I really like Jamie. A lot. She’s been a GAS to talk to and I SERIOUSLY don’t want to screw this up. I’ve never spoken to Michael but he’s a boy and whatever. LOL. We’ll do fine, I’m sure! It’s Jamie I worry about because neither she nor I have ever had a sister! Half or full or adopted or at all! So it’s important to me to not screw this up. Not just for me, but for her. It’s like when you marry and/or have children: it’s not just you anymore. You have someone else’s heart to take care of, and for her sake, if not my own, I want to not f*ck this up. See? I’m doing it again. I’m so worried about f*cking this all up I’m gonna f*ck it all up! LOL. Well, thank GOD I’ll have Michael (my husband!) with me. He’s a very calming influence on me and will help me not go full Thelma & Louise off the cliff.

I hope! LOL.

Drunk on Paint

Annie's First Large Stretched Canvas (8x24) Acrylic Pour

After a busy summer with some or all of The Pink Mafia, my favorite month of the year has arrived and I am spending it with a new obsession! Acrylic paint pouring.

Annie Acrylic Art Whale ~201908
Annie Acrylic Art ~ Whale

Below is my goal. This is my dream pour. Well, one of them, anyway. But I include it so if you’ve never heard of it before, as I hadn’t until about 4 months ago, you’ll know what it means to “pour” acrylic paint.

So, as you can see, you basically just pour paint on stretched canvas! Now, obviously, it’s not that simple, as I have found out. My first pours were, well, a mess. Actually a pour I just did an hour ago was a mess. But in-between I’ve had a few successes! Here’s one. (It’s a video of the photo at the top of this post.)

I’ve gone insane. I’ve absolutely lost my damned mind. I am having so much fun with this I feel like a 10 year old on Christmas morning with every fresh canvas. Floetrol (a thing you put in the paint to help it flow) is my new crack. I must be at Lowe’s buying a gallon of it twice a week now, maybe three times a week. I’m literally buying paint by the gallon now. (Well, white paint anyway.) I’ve ruined 4 t-shirts getting paint on them. My cooking apron? It’s now a paint apron. My book? Writing? Pfft. What was I thinking? Broadcasting? Dumb girl move. I’m no writer or broadcaster. I’m a finger painter! LOL!

Annie Acrylic Art ~ Planet

Honestly, I’m a big dumb kid with this. I realize that it’s not “art” & it’s some kind of menopausal fever I’m in, but gosh dang it, IT’S FUN!!! It’s SO MUCH DAMNED *FUN*! I get actual JOY out of this. Like… JOY. Giddy, stupid JOY. I *never* felt that writing. I’d feel pleased. I’d feel proud that I’d crafted a good sentence, made a good mental image, etc. But “joy”? No. Never. And radio? Thrills. I got thrills with that. How could you not? Standing on stage in front of 20,000 people emceeing a concert with legendary musicians? Yeah. THRILL. I got ’em. I had ’em. It was a stinking THRILL of a career I had for 20 years. I cannot believe I got paid – and paid well – to do it. What a dumb thing: playing records and talking to yourself in a soundproof room and getting paid for it. It’s ridiculous. God bless America, right? LOL.

But this? THIS. IS. FUN. Just STUPID FUN. It’s not fine art. It doesn’t require years of practice and discipline and a “master’s” talent. I ain’t no Da Vinci or Holbein or any of those GENIUSES but I ain’t tryin’ to be! I’m just making pretty colors in a kind of organized chaos and having a blast!

📰 #FakeNews Hack

The only thing worse than Fake News is having to pay for it. But we have to stay informed, right? Because we’re not like them. We don’t Poe ourselves (as in Edgar Allen) into a prison of our own making. We can adult. We can consume a wide variety of news without getting triggered. In fact, we enjoy it. We even require it, because American citizenship isn’t for sissies. It’s advanced citizenship. Your Liberty must be defended with sharp sword, and you’ll go through life dull, drunk and stupid if you don’t challenge your assumptions regularly, don’t fact-check, don’t know what the freaks in the freak show are up to every day. You may even believe this bullsh*t.

So here’s a hack to get behind WaPo’s paywall. You’ll notice in the first half of my little video, the tick-box on the settings is NOT checked. When not checked, you’re locked out, paywall is up.

When you go back and tick the tick-box for using the reader view, POOF! The article drops in.

Just think of it as sticking it to the maaaan, maaaaaaaaaan.

Enjoy. 😈

UPDATE ~ File Under: Not Crazy

UPDATE Friday, March 1, 2019: Well, well well. What do we have here

(Original Post)

2016 Presidential Election Map

February 28, 2019

Is a Second Civil War Coming?

By Jeff Lukens


The Left’s reach is broad.  Leftists have been able to take over schools and indoctrinate our young people.  They have taken over nearly all the news and entertainment media.  The conservative side, conversely, has lost in these areas because it never fights back with the ruthlessness of the Left. 

Lawlessness is now reaching across the United States, which the news almost totally ignores.  The same networks that spent two years with wall-to-wall coverage to push the Russia collusion hoax are now refusing to report the documented attempt to remove our duly elected president by means of a Deep State silent coup.

This is not crazy.

I’ve recommended American Thinker to you on more than one occasion and here’s another example why. The writing is cogent, thoughtful, not hysterical. Yes, the idea of another Civil War in America may sound hysterical on its face but a cool, clinical look at the facts & forces operating on the ground will lead you to at least consider the possibility – if not the probability.

I am not willing to concede probability – yet – but…

It’s not crazy.

You can read the entire article here.