THE KENNEDY NAME MAKES THIS AN INTERNATIONAL STORY--PRES. KENNEDY . . . ON THE NOBLE SIDE, A KING'S RANSOM, BLOOD SOAKED BEARD, THE TOUGHEST TEST, HISTORY SURFACING OR LOVE OUT LOUD! LOVE ANGEL WANTED; HOWEVER, ON THE FLIP SIDE, IF THIS IS REALLY, AN UNDERCOVER COP, WHO IS JUST PRETENDING TO BE A KENNEDY, AND MAY BE JAMES ANGEL, OR CALLED TO DUTY, AND I AM AN ASSIGNMENT, I HAVE ISSUES! BEEN THERE, DONE THAT! LOL! AND TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST, WE ARE BOTH, I WOULD VENTURE A GUESS, PROBABLY, INVOLVED IN INVERTED LOVE TRIANGLES . . . HE WITH OTHER INTERESTS, AND ME TOO! BUT, THAT IS TO BE EXPECTED, GIVEN WHO WE ARE, AND WHAT WE LOOK LIKE! LOL! YES, I AM AN EGO MANIAC, AND THE WAY I FELT AT NOON, MAY NOT BE THE WAY I FEEL NOW . . . I AM AN EASY LOVER! I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FACTS, TO MAKE UP MY MIND ON EITHER GUY! WE ARE ALL, TRI-ANGLED OUT, AND WHAT DO YOU EXPECT. I AM BASING MY FEELINGS ON 3 TO 5 MONTHS AGO, SO, AND IN HONESTY AGAIN, ONE OF THE REASONS I LEFT, WAS TO CHECK ON THE OTHER LOVE INTEREST, TO MAKE SURE, I DON'T MAKE A SERIES OF MISTAKES, THAT I AM PRONE TO DO, AT TIMES! LOL! AND, THEY MAY BOTH, IN FACT, BE UNDERCOVER COPS! TRUST MIGHT BE AN ISSUE WITH BOTH! BUT THERE ARE ALWAYS MORE FISH IN THE SEA! LOL!

Finishing What I Started . . . Bad Time . . . I'm In Love With A Girl, I Can't Live Without, THAT's Kennedy Speaking!  At Least in My Mind!  LOL!

This is a continuation of the blog, I wrote and posted, earlier today, having had to start three times over after the fucking NSA, stole my title, then the FBI, masquerading as a health inspector, or regional manager for McDonald's, came checking on all the customers, as a cover for his cover, and don't forget to remember the guy, an underling, wearing a uniform, that sat by me all morning, as if I didn't notice, taking a three hour break . . . the bra squad, those with cuppie love for Rachel!  LOL!  And then, going to the library, and getting the gut feeling that, sooner or later, if I didn't close up the blog, the NSA, with 30,000 cyber spies in Utah, again, in cuppie love with Rachel, and in total hatred of me, slamming the Mitt's Mormon Mafia, who wants to claim everything from my children, grand-children, to cases, worth $357 million, to my blog worth about a cool million per day, at a penny per hit, my son's band, God's Revolver music, and watching with saliva trothing from their salivating mouths for the new bands, material, Ditch in the Delta and Worse Friends, entirely reasonable and spot on point, both for me and Elliot!  Highly appropriate names!

So, here is the second part of part one, entitled, One Sweet Thrill . . . and it was, if nothing ever comes of it, and when one of my friends heard that James, or a Kennedy told me, he loved me, said, wow, how lucky is that, can you believe it!  Yes . . . in the video, of Mark Farner, of Grand Funk Railroad, singing, Bad Time, live, there is a symbol and sign in the background, you have to look carefully, on the big ass speaker, with the Marshall brand, wondered if he was a U.S. Marshall, there is the word, Triton, and James did try, much harder at the relationship, or getting it started than I did, trust?  But, maybe that was a projection, that he is trust worthy, therefore, feeling more free to go after what he wanted, and, me being more hesitant, due to guy up north?  Maybe, or I have been burned by two former cops husbands, and don't want to be again . . . hey, it is complicated, and women are much more complicated then men!  His goal, was merely to bed me, and mine, was more . . . I want someone to love!  That is much harder, therefore, I was more reticent than he was!  Also, if you look at the half speaker, near, Mark's feet in the concert, the symbolic representation of James, body types, necks, faces, to some extent, energy, etc., there is an L that to me, represents, Love to me.  I know, I am nuts, but, hey, I need to be careful, and I find, that a picture is worth a thousand words!  What can I say, I dig the guy!

Let's Assume, that Both James and the Kalispell Guy, are Feds . . . Maybe Know Each Other--Me Going to Kalispell Might Have Particular Pain for James, Knowing a Lot More About Me, than Me, Him!

In the song, there are lyrics, that Mark, who was going through a divorce at the time, so probably singing about his wife, whom he was separated from, but he, sings, I hear stories coming to me from friends, that I don't want to hear, couldn't be true, and I won't believe them 'til hearing them from you, again, for my story, and where I went, when I left James, were spot right on, and seemed to play out, when I came back, a month later, stopping briefly, well, with plenty of time to go up and see if James was still at the Butte Rescue Mission, where I had left him, and at that moment, I didn't know about the leg; however, while I was having my 16 hour layover, intending to go see what the Montana Legislature was doing with the water compact, that I had worked on for the last two years, off and on, at the request of several groups, that was a priority for me, at that time and it was still cold, and I am a wimp, and didn't want to hike up to see of James was still there, fully believing him to be whatever . . . NICK, came down to the bus station, and told me that James had been shot, or slipped, with me suspecting a skiing accident, at the time, and was busy writing my blog or something, and wasn't going to go up and see him, until I got back from Helena, first things first, I knew at that point, he wasn't going anywhere soon!  LOL!  So, I went to Helena first.  I am a political animal!  To say the least!

When, I got back, and went up to the mission, James, seemed very hurt, by me not coming to see him, and he didn't believe anyone who told him, that they had seen me, convinced, that had I been there, at the bus station, I surely would have come and at least given him a hug!  He doesn't know me very well!  LOL!  I knew I could come back after a few days, and I knew exactly where to find him, and I was still formulating what was going on, very cerebral, analytical, and withholding judgement, until further facts were known, and I still don't know much more, so . . . I have been accused of being insensitive, not having a heart, and have been called the Ice Princess or the Ice Queen!  I am sure that James would agree with that now.  I waved to him, and let him take his time, not knowing if he still felt the same way, or had a new girlfriend, or still wondering if he was married, and I was an assignment?  Finally, he approached me, and with much emotion, finally, asked me why I didn't come see him?  I told him, I didn't want him murdered!  I think he started to put two and two together, what had been said the night, before I left, and I told him that while my ex-husbands, didn't really want me, they sure as hell either didn't want me happy, or they didn't want me with anyone, as a punishment for leaving them!  I think he got it . . . like I said, it is complicated!

Ironically enough, a lot of my feelings, have come after leaving, although, I was very hot for him, when I left the first time and didn't get close enough to him the second time, to smell his pheromones!  The perfume, his neck, close to him . . . that didn't happen this time, and I was playing it cool, and hanging out with NICK!  I am sure he thought I was being a bitch, but I was not sure what to do, since, his foot may, very well have been shot, because of me, and could something else happen to him, which was, I am sure the point they were tying to make . . . stay away from her, or him, or the next time it may be for real, and a gun shot to the heart, and that, I could not bear, never, choosing denial, rather than him getting hurt again, and with the sight of him, so active, an now so handicapped, that he couldn't get away if he had to, I refrained from talking to him, much, and really, we didn't sit by each other for dinners, and it wasn't until he was leaving that he told me, that I ought to go to Durango, which I told him no, that I needed to wait for this job, and really, I thought, that maybe, I could go get the job, he get healed, and later, after everything slowed down, he could come live with me, after I got an apartment and we could be more protected, that was my plan . . . and I didn't dare talk to him, surveillance, all over the place, and I am sure, plants, spies, and a jealous staff member, who seemed hell bent on keeping me and James, apart, and who, would watch and make snide comments, like a jealous lover . . . may have been the one, involved in the poisoning!  Sorry if I am wrong.

Titles at Library . . . International Stories, King's Ransom, and Blood Soaked Beard--James has a Long-Beard Goatee, and then, the Author, James Patterson, with a Book called, GONE, in Large, Red, Block Letters, Scared Me, Wondering if He was Okay, Since I Said the Song by Taylor Swife, RED, Reminded Me of James!  I Just Hope He is OKAY?

IT'S COMPLICATED!