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I am so very sad our little shop is closing. It was a little different than all the other places and I have sure met some great people here. I am sooooo planning on staying in touch. I have a few different groups of Vox peeps and some of them are just my own secret little treasures and some of you I share with the world. The thought going in was that if I get hit by a bus I could save Kevin the price of a tombstone and he could just link everybody to a post, cremate me, and Purell himself and be done with all the notifications and so forth.
I have loved almost every minute of this place and have really enjoyed sharing way too much information about myself and my family. But I brag just as much about you guys as I do about them and that's just because I find myself a very lucky man to have met so many of the best people the world has to offer.
You have helped me through the lows and celebrated the highs and all along the way we have gotten to know that we aren't alone in this world no matter how far apart we are (six apart).
There are kindred spirits and assholes I love to pester but in general this has been one of the nicest things that has happened to me in the past few years.
No matter what drama, trauma, heartache or happiness it has been something to not go through alone. We have cried with each other and celebrated so many holidays and birthdays, and all manner of things (REDZ nite at the printer). WE have met in person and sent little things back and forth (even though we met on the web). I remember when Amy and her mom went to Philly and how appalled mom H. was that they were meeting people from the internets,lol! She had a blast. You really can meet and greet, and laugh, and carry on with total strangers when they let you into their lives and share all the stuff about themselves that they wish for us each to get to know.
I am realistic in knowing that things won't be the same. This was our place. We really mastered the place and could have taught classes. I regret that the world only understands, bigger, better, new, and improved when all I really want is a little constant in my life. Something that no matter what time of day it is, no matter what I am thinking or going through, that I can stop for a few brief moments daily and check shit out. Bring myself out a little and get off my pity pot and bore the shit out of everybody with my ramblings and my wanderings.
I guess I am just saying that with my Dancing Bear Vox I had proof that I really am here, that I really enjoy what I have, and that there are some outstanding people in every corner of this big blue marble.
Drude and Subanghi, Sol, Lizzy,Dewey,Snowy,and Natasha. The world has been at our fingertips. I just found out last week that Cat and Emjay are sisters.
I have met people in my own city that I never would have met otherwise. Now Budd is in Boston, J is in Atlanta, Kat is in San Fran and I am still here and still in touch. Jan is here. Zola is here. Mariser is just around the corner.
I've lost touch with Val and Cara but I know we'll cross paths again soon.
And the rest of you crazy lot
I hope that Lauri's Morning Glories are blooming by now and I know that when I turn the lamp on it is next to Godblog and I think of Laurie every day.
Who knew I would meet so many Librarians? From the northeast to the far west coast and all the way down south I have met you all and know you like you lived down the street. I know your little ones like I know all of you. I can't look at Cocoa Puffs without thinking of Buzz and Indy and there are more Meoow brothers than I have Vox neighbors.Tuxee, Elvis, Sheldon, Callie and the Michigan gang. I have your kids in my neighborhood and have traveled the world with so many of you.
One good thing has come from all this. You will all be spared my election coverage for the Midterms,lol!!!! My crowning achievement on Vox was the Presidential election and what a hot friggin mess I am when it comes to the silly and trivial.
I'm saying all this from my chair, in my house, in my favorite city and I am saying it to all of you. You have made me a better man, person, and friend. You let me be naughty and nice and never judged me for my wicked ways and for that I thank you all.
As a friend, Voxer, and Vox employee said to me when I lost my dear old dad:
"may he have fair winds and following seas". I wish the same for each of you.
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Lots of you guys have Kevin on Facebook. If you can't find him go to Mafia Wars and we'll always be in touch. I may never get to use the computer but just listen closely and you'll hear the sound of me bitching about Mafia Wars.
Thank you all for being good friends. Thanks for taking the time to respond to posts. Thanks for sharing with me who you are and what you stand for. And thanks for letting me be myself and getting past my filthy mouth and mind.
Your Dancing Bear in Nashville
Myke, Kevin, Tater, Millie, Lolo, and Zola Jr. and a whole batch of brown recluse spiders that have infested our humble chapeau! (abode)
I missed tons of people by name and it was not intentional. Please stay in touch.
Keep loving animals. Keep on sending something good out into this cesspool of humanity.
Zola came and stayed last night. We all had to make a dish. Kevin cooked ribs. Z made deviled eggs. I made Tater salad. We had corn and fresh baked rolls. The ribs, it turned out were half pork and half beef. Mine were "fall off the bone" pork but every time I looked at Z she was gnawing and tugging and chewing. My second rack was beef. Aha! Those bastards at Kroger hid beef ones under the pork. We got beef ribs last week that were marked pork also. I hate beef ribs unless they are cooked as beef ribs. They season them so they all look similar. This was a deliberate "hide" beneath and I really wanted more pork.
She is on her way to Atlanta with friends so we got up and had breakfast and sent her on her way. She moved to Nashville a few months ago but between starting a new job and living out in the outskirts we have seen her less since she's been here then when she was in Mississippi.
It was great fun. The babies love Zola. Especially the one that was named after her. We met her on Vox about 4 years ago and now she has her own room in our house. She slept on the couch instead though because we don't have central air and her room is better in the winter than in the summer.
Mom was in New England for a reunion. Randy and Charlotte, Nick and Genna, and Megan and Ryan all took trips to Chicago. Cheryl and Bill Sr. went to see the kids in Laredo. Verginia has been to Atlanta to see Shane and Maggie. Kevin and I are sitting on the couch. Getting on each others nerves.
Here are a few pictures of the ones we have really been missing because they have been gone the longest. Bill Jr., Lauren, Landen, and Brielle are in Laredo, Texas. Nothing is cuter than kids having summer fun. Sunglasses, swimsuits, floaties and all the rest. It just isn't summer without the little ones in their crazy outfits!
I can see at least two band aids on Brielle so I know she is having a blast. Landen is as shy as ever. We miss you guys. It hasn't seemed like summer without you.
Here is a series of pictures. Are they proof that you can be totally insane and still function in society? I believe they are.
Actually I have wanted to post about Twitter. Not the real Twitter but my own personal hell Twitter. I have my very own little verbal bluebird that keeps chirping at me.
Kevin has been taking great delight in Twittering my thoughts in crazy gay voices. He chants at me a hundred miles an hour in a lispy voice about my girlie activities like taking pictures of flowers, cutting coupons, baking, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.
"Well girlz, I got another Dunkin Donuts coupon! SCORE!"
" I can't waaaaaiiiit to get to the pepper guild and show Sharon my prithe peppers"
"Awesome"!
"Starbucks has a Carmel Machiatto that is just devine. Love it"!
So I laugh but then fly across the room and slug the little shit in the head, make him vacuum, and then go and get gas in my car. Basterd. Inglorious at that!
When I am typing on the computer the voices get louder. He is imagining what I am typing out loud. He can't seem to do it from a sitting position and insists on standing next to me flailing his Twitter at me.
"Flowers, flowers, flowers, I just can't get enough flowers"!
Note to self:
Punch the intruder! I hate Twitter. Both kinds.












































































































