Caroline up and makes me almost die after quickly coming to me out of the blue for assistance?  For what?  Read on. . .

caroline: tell me a redneck insult
me: Fuck you!
me: lol
caroline: tsk!
caroline: that ain't renedk enough!
me: You just pulled one off, bitch. lol
me: That was HILARIOUS!
me: That you would come to me and tell me to give you a redneck insult like I can just toss that shit out.
caroline: LOL
me: Uhm..  Lemme think.
caroline: Come on, you have at least heard some!.
caroline: buck head, I don't know

What the fuck is buck head?  ROFL!!!!

me: Tell them instead of taking time to type out this message to you, they should be trying to glue their teeth back in their head. lol
me: Or trying to find the rest of their teeth.  Perhaps their mother has them.
me: That will work.
me: "Go dip your face in batter and make gorilla cookies."
caroline: ROFL
me: "Don't you know?  It's be mean to an ugly person day."  That one is one of my originals.

Caroline.  You are, have been, and always will be one of my most favorite humans.  This is why.  I love you.

I was thinking of my Great-Grandfather tonight.  My Great-Grandmother was the one who raised me.  More of a twin soul than a family member.  Her husband was one of the most beautiful men I've ever known.  I'm proud that he was my grandfather.  Reading this reminded me of that fact.

He was such a hard-core democrat.  That's where I get it from.  However, I didn't know that he lead a whole Democratic Club.  That's pretty cool.  He was a volunteer fire-fighter.  A tax collector who would pay other people's taxes if they couldn't afford it and so on.

This man had a gorgeous soul.  I just thought I would share him here.  Plus.  This is a good place to keep track of this.

WEYANDT, James W., 1985

Retired Tax Collector Died At 70
  James W. Weyandt, 70, of East Freedom RD1 died unexpectedly at 9:42 a.m.
Saturday, Aug. 3, 1985, in Charles Cole Memorial Hospital, Coudersport.

  Mr. Weyandt retired from General Refractories, Claysburg plant, in 1978, after 30 years' service.  He also retired as a tax collector, for Greenfield Township in 1980, after 18 years.

  He was born Sept. 13, 1914, in Greenfield Township, the son of Elmer and Lorena (Walter) Weyandt, and Dec. 28, 1935, in East Freedom, married Anna C. Helsel.

  Surviving are his wife, two children:  James E. and Nancy J. Hoenstine of East Freedom RD; seven grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren.

  Also surviving are seven brothers and sisters:  S. Gladys Burket, Mary E. Glass, Madeline Walter, Juniata Walter, Lucy Glass and Adam of East Freedom RD, and Oliver of Claysburg.

  Mr. Weyandt was a member of the Leamersville Church of the Brethren, where he served as a deacon.

  He was past president of the Claysburg Volunteer Fire Company and Freedom-Greenfield Democrat Club.  He was treasurer of the Claysburg Fund and a volunteer for the Salvation Army and Claysburg Food Bank.  He was a 1984 recipient of the Blair County Outstanding Senior Citizens Award.

  Friends will be received from 2 to 9 p.m. today in the Marvin C. Leslie Funeral Home, Claysburg, and 12:30 to 1 p.m. Tuesday in the Leamersville Church of the Brethren. 

  Interment in Alto-Reste Park.

Haven't heard from my family in at least three months.  Decided to wait and see how long it took them to call me for a change.  Since for the past five years I've noticed off and on that I'm the only one doing any sort of attempt to contact anyone.  My mother, my father.  Etc.  I think the last time I talked to them was the end of August / beginning of September.  Today, Tiff asked me if I should take my cellphone with me in case someone wanted to call me.  I could see by the look on her face that she regretted asking it the second she did.

"No one will call me."  Was my answer.  I was right.  Go figure.

None of them bothered to call me today.  I think I'm going to wait til Christmas and see what happens then.  Why not?  I'm just sick of them hurting me.  I thought about asking them why.  But they really don't care.  I know they don't.  I'm over two thousand miles away.  None of them bother to even check if I am alive.

Tiff's playing video games.  That was after I asked her if we could play one together or go online and write, she said she'd rather be playing the one she is now.  It's a video game that's kept her occupied for two nights in a row.  I get guilt tripped if I look disappointed that she wants to play it again.  I barely see her unless I make the effort to ask her to hang out with me.  For another night, I get left by myself.  Thought about going to a movie, but nothing starts til late.  Walk The Line starts earliest.  A little after nine.  It isn't too bad and I'd be out of the house doing something.

Every year the holidays get worse for me.  I just wanted someone to be there.  Ever since my Grandmother died, it gets emptier and emptier.  Each year I feel more and more alone.  I guess I just feel lonely.

Fuck it.

This is awesome.  I'm actually writing tonight.  Like for real.  This is a refreshing change.  I went so long without having much to talk about to this.  Caro, I could squeeze ya.

Anyway.  This is kind of an update.  Right?  More later.