Monday, February 21, 2011

STOP THIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Microsoft has openly stolen my identity. My blog identity- silverlight- who does he think he is? Not god. I have been using silverlight since 2006. How dare someone like him, rip me off. Or anyone else, for that matter. Silverlight is owned by me. always has been.
Mr. Gates, you are a cad and a bounder. You are so rich, you could think up your own name. Take my name off those programs now.
come on, be a gentleman.
No wonder hackers are always after you.

Saturday, February 5, 2011


You wonder, yes you may,
why I do not have a
thing to say
about, any of my days.
Mostly my days, have
nothing to report.
they are not the sort.
Do you really wish
to read my plaints,
If you do, you are a saint.
Really, there is nothing
you've not heard before.
after awhile, such things
can be a bore.
Did I not say that before?
Well, today is much
like yesterday.
Sitting, watching the
SUN go by on his
his way,
across the sky.
So, we sit in ennui
and do in boredom sigh.
remembering all we
used to do.
And who we used to be.

Friday, February 4, 2011


Once upon a Buttercup,
a Butterfly flew by
and supped it up.
now wherefore did
that Butterfly have
permission to sup my cup.
surely not from me.
Each morning I looked
forward to sup myself
from my fresh-filled
cup of Butter
From my golden
No bad mannered
Butterfly has the right
To rob me of my
Luscious gift of butter
from my personal
golden floral bowl.
Now this plaint of mine
To the top I shall take.
and valid plea I shall make.
Surely Lady Mother will
rule in mine favor
because, she knows
how I do savor,
her daily gift of
butter for my toast,
And to the her
I give her boast.
And so, naughty Butterfly
Go find your own cup
of sweet butter ,
to sup up.
By mine buttercup
no more flutter.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


I love this picture. very idealistic. I wish---but, my mother never really played with me. not really. she admitted, she was never a doll person. and she had an unsure outlook, to see me love my dolls. Although, she did teach me how to thread a needle, at which I am very good. and how roll a knot without a tail, at which, I am only 50% successful.
When I was in high school, my dad had a partnership with another guy, to grow safflower. So, we occasionally visited the family. They had a sweet and I think, lonely little girl. Perhaps she was 5.
One time when I was there, I was talking to her and her mother. The elfin asked me to play tea party with her. I was very discomposed. I had no idea what to say, but, I said, " I think I am too big to play like that".
She said, " my momma plays with me all the time".
Me, "oh". very embarrassed.
"I guess it's because, maybe, my momma never had time to play with me".
As with with most children, that led to a string of unanswerable 'whys'.
Her mother saw we were in a box canyon and distracted Sally, with a promise of a treat later.
My dad was ready to leave, so we left.
But, I've always remembered that. And wished "I hadn't been so conscious of my teenage-semi-adult state, to think playing 'tea time' with a tot, would in someway, diminish my 'teenage'consequence.
Before I was in my teens, I always played with serveral of my tiny cousins. Even the little ones of the men who worked for my Dad.
I considered myself to have been very silly.
Next year the family moved away, as the safflower didn't work out. So I never got a second chance.