FUN IN MONTUCKY--IF IT ISN'T A WALK, IT IS ONE ROUGH ASS RIDE . . . MISSOULA, MONTANA, WORLD HEADQUARTERS, ROCKIN' RUDY'S . . . BAD BLOOD: BANDAIDS DON'T FIX BULLET HOLES--LIVING WITH THE GHOSTS! TOO MUCH FUN AT THE POVERELLO HOTEL CALIFORNIA . . . WHERE YOU CAN GET IN, BUT YOU CAN'T GET OUT! AFTER MISSING CHURCH FOR THREE WEEKS, AND APPARENTLY DISINTEGRATING MORALLY, BEING ACCUSED OF BEING DRUNK--OLD FAT WHITE GUY, NATIVE INDIAN FRIEND, CALLING ME A PERVERT, HOOKING A NEW COUGAR, ELVIRA, UP WITH TWO BLACK MANDINGO STUDS, WHO LIKE THICK, JUICY GALS, JOINING IN ON THE POV LOVE NEW MATCH MAKING AND DATING SERVICE, MY AND THE GALS ARE STARTING . . . ELVIRA PASSED MUSTARD FOR THE THICKNESS AND JUICY TEST, HE LIKED HER, AND HE TURNS HIS NOSE DOWN ON ME, POSSIBLY QUALIFYING ME IN THAT CATEGORY OF WOMEN HE LIKES, BY SAYING, AND YOU, SORT OF, HEY, BABY STILL GOT BACK! LOL!--SWIMMING MUST BE WORKING! LOL! . . . NOW, LEAVING ME, IN A SEXUAL TWILIGHT ZONE, NOT THICK AND JUICY ENOUGH FOR THE BROS., BUT STILL TOO THICK FOR THE WHITE GUYS WHO CAN'T JUMP! LOL! OLD POV BUDDY, ANN SHOWED UP, AGAIN, AND SHE, IS GOING TO BE A CARNEY, ROLL WITH THE CARNIVAL CROWD, MARRY A CLOWN, OR BE A RODEO CLOWN HERSELF, AFTER SPENDING THREE MONTHS WITH HER PARENTS, ON THEIR FARM IN OHIO, STRANDED ON THE LOWER 40 . . . COMING BACK WITH KNARLED HANDS, AND LOOKING 20 YEARS OLDER, WHILE TAKING CARE OF HER PARENTS, SHE PERFORMED THREE EXOCISMS ON HER FAMILY AND THEIR HOME, TO GET RID OF THE EVIL--PROOF IS IN THE HANDS!--CAN I PURCHASE YOUR SERVICES? MY FAMILY NEEDS AN EXORCISM TOO! NEW HOTTIE AT THE POV., POSSIBLE POV LOVE, LOL! THE GHOST OF JAMES KENNEDY HAUNTING ME, THREE KNOCKS AND YOU ARE OUT! OKAY! LOL! 40 ON NEW STUD, RIVAL: PARAMILITARY, WHITE SUPREMICIST, TEMPER, READING "MR. MURDER" . . . MUST BE AN UNDERCOVER COP! LOL! BEAR OR MOUNTAIN LION MEAT FOR BREAKFAST, THEIR'S--NOT MINE, THAT IS, OR FBI SURVEILLENCE PLANES, SCOUTING MY 40 . . . BEING TRACKED BY KENNEDY? MAYBE? SOUNDED LIKE A LARGE ANIMAL OR MAN IN THE BUSHES, UP NEAR THE RANCH, WHERE MY CATTLE ARE, THAT I DON'T HAVE TO FEED AND TAKE CARE OF . . . LARGE BRANCH SNAPPED, BUSHES RATTLING, RUSTLING, NOTHING SCURRIED AWAY, WHEN I YELLED, "HELLO!" ON MY HURRIED APPROACH DOWN THE TRAIL, SOUNDED LIKE AN EXTRA LARGE SNAKE, SLITHERING AND MOVING THROUGH TONS OF DRIED PINE NEEDLES ON THE HILL NEXT TO ME, NEAR A BLUE HOUSE, OR IT COULD HAVE BEEN, SOMEONE WALKING THROUGH THE DEAD NEEDLES! FRIEND OR FOE? BOTH GAVE ME A BIT OF ADRENALINE RUSH! I DON'T KNOW . . . BUT, SOMETHING WAS DEFINITELY UP! IF ROMEO AND JULIET, OR ADAM AND EVE, EVER PARTAKE OF THE "FORBIDDEN FRUIT" . . . DON'T THEY KNOW, THAT MAKES IT ALL THE MORE TEMPTING? A JAMES & JOANN MEETING, WOULD HAVE TO BE A CLANDESTINE MEETING IN THE FOREST, MUCH LIKE THAT--ONLY I WOULD HAVE DIED OF A HEART ATTACK, BEFORE I KNEW IT WAS JAMES! LOL! . . . MAKES SENSE FOR A MOUNTAIN MAN, DOESN'T IT . . . PARTICULARLY AFTER BEING SHOT, JUST FOR LIKE ME, FOR BEING WITH ME, AND ME BEING POISONED FOR TRYING TO BE WITH HIM . . . FIRST ONE FBI SURVEILLENCE PLANE BEFORE THE INCIDENTS, THEN, AFTER THERE WERE THREE . . . STRANGE MORNNING--NEED TO GET RID OF THAT FUCKING CELL PHONE AGAIN! I CAME CLOSE TO BEING A LEGAL ENTITY, TODAY . . . I ALMOST GOT MY SOCIAL SECURITY CARD REPLACEMENT AND MEDICARE CARD, BUT SOME NOTES, CAME UP UNEXPECTEDLY, ON THE COMPUTER, THAT SEEMED TO BLOCK THE EASY REPLACEMENT PROCESS, LEAVING THE GUY, PUZZLED AT WHAT CAME UP ON THE COMPUTER--MUCH LIKE A BANK TELLER IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH, CLOSING AN EXTRA BANK ACCOUNT, AND NOTICING A NOTE ON THE SCREEN, JUST LIKE TODAY, AND THEN TELLING ME HE COULD NOT CLOSE THE ACCOUNT--TOOK 10 MONTHS! . . . NOTHING LIKE, COVERING A CRIME, LIKE FRAUD, IDENTITY THEFT, SOCIAL SECURITY FRAUD, FALSIFICATION OF GOVERNMENT DOCUMENTS, ETC., NOT ON MY PART, BUT ON THE PART OF HIS FBI BOSS, JOANN S. SECRIST? KAY, SHELLEY, OR ONE OF THE GALS, SHOW UP . . . DUDE LOOKED LIKE HE HAD SEEN A GHOST! I WILL JUMP THROUGH THE HOOPS, GO TO A CLINIC, GET A TETANIS SHOT, SO THEY CAN'T WEASLE OUT OF THIS ONE . . . AND THEY, THE DEPARTMENT OF SOCIAL SECURITY, STATING ON THEIR ELECTRONIC BOARD, THAT SOCIAL SECURITY IS SERIOUS ABOUT FRAUD . . . WELL, WE SHALL SEE? I SURE AS HELL HOPE SO! TWO YEARS WITHOUT I.D., IS NOT FUN, AND BEING CLOCKED AT EVERY TURN, EVEN WORSE, WITH THE ALLEGED AGENCIES WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR CRIME, ARE COMMITTING OR COVERING THE CRIMES! WHOMEVER PURCHASED THE LARGE SCREEN TV FOR THE POVERELLO PALACE, THANK YOU SO MUCH! HOPEFULLY, IT WILL NOT TAKE A YEAR TO GET THE TV MOUNTED, AND MAYBE WE CAN WATCH A MOVIE ON FRIDAY NIGHT! MISSOULA IS SO AWESOME . . . KEEP MISSOULA WEIRD! LOL! DIG THE HELL OUT OF THE TOWN, MORE PARTIES, FESTIVALS, AND FUN COMING UP SOON TOO . . . RIVER CITY MUSIC FESTIVAL, ZOOFEST, AND PROBABLY ABOUT 2 OTHER EVENTS EACH WEEKEND, THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT! IN CONTRAST AND COMPARISON . . . SPOKANE MAYOR AND CITY COUNCIL, JUST PASSED AN ORDINANCE, THAT THE HOMELESS OR STREET PEOPLE, CAN NOW BE SITED, JUST FOR SITTING SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY LIMITS . . . HOWS THAT FOR COMPASSION? NICE . . .

  You Have Heard of 3 Strikes and Your are Out . . . in the Criminal Justice System--Another Application--Three Knocks from Under My Bed, Without Anyone Being There?  I Am on the Bottom Bunk!  Scary!

 

I have not heard from James Kennedy, yes, as far as I know, one of the 51 male Kennedy boy cousins, for about 5 months; however, there are always signs, things that remind me if him, like stacks of asphalt, on the side of, Hal's Walk, which, to me, is symbolic of James', Shallow Hal Walk for those of you who are familiar with the movie, Jack Black and Gweneth Plowtrow, but reminding me of the process, James would have to go through, to be deep enough to deal with me . . . but, God, appears to be on his side, because, I hear his name all the time, scriputres jump out of everyone's mouth, with James, this or that in them, we had angel food cake, today at lunch . . . the guy in front of me, signed his name, James, and the incident I am about to tell you about, and the mountain walk today, both freaked me out.  Now, if what Mr. Kennedy says is true, and he is referring to himself in the mix of feds and bikers, James would be able through the eavesdropping and surveillance laws of the Patriot Act, to access the cameras in the Poverello, having some in the entry ways and exits, and several other places, so the staff can spy on us, unsuspecting residents . . . actually, there are nice little signs, posted outside the woman's dorm, stating that you are on candid camera, and a smiley face . . . but, for some reason, that chick who went to the bathroom in her underwear, may not have noticed the signs, until she was in the hall, and the motion sensor lights, turned on, leaving her without cover or many clothes, appropriate to go running in front of cameras and male staff!  She was probably too tired to notice, or didn't care!  LOL!

 

But it is very possible, that James, could be watching, everything I am doing, if he is, in fact, a fed, or some other flavor of cop; therefore, privy to my activities, while I am not afforded the same access to spy on his life!  I have to make this fast, because I am on the hospital's computer, and they close in about 25 minutes, and the NSA turned the spell check off, not surprising!  But, about a week or so ago, some very nice looking guy, wearing Sturgis type clothes, biker, headband, gloves, and a shirt that said, Sturgis, dropped in, and has now been here for a while, as of last night, but I didn't see him at lunch.  He is very good looking, and has a great ass, nice legs, and is just an overall, great looking guy, so, of course, I am interested.  The other day, actually, the day in question or that I am referring to, Annie, whom I have known for about a year, staying a few days here and there, at the Pov. just showed up at McDonald's, that morning, right off the bus, knowing that she would find me there . . . and she did.  I told her about this guy, she missed the James episodes, that was Sandra, who was in Butte, and showed up, still at the Pov., but I was trying to point this guy out, but I don't know his name, even . . . and Ann is yelling, and turning around, saying, very loud, I don't see him!  I am whispering to her . . . look, there is only one really good looking guy, in this place, how can you not see him?  She still didn't . . . but, I did.  And, for the sake of any chance of me and James getting together, which is neal to none, or we both die, I tried not to look at him, check him out, but that day for some reason, I couldn't help it and he was standing right in front of me!

Is It Sexual Harassment, if I Just Stand Behind This Dude, While He is Checking in Each Night, and Think About Touching His Ass, His Legs, His Thighs . . . Maybe, Just Pretend I Am Touching Him?  So, that Dumb Ass Ann, Can See What A Good Looking Guy Looks Like!  LOL!

He waits for the line to die down, during check in, and so do I . . . he kept getting pissed, walking out to check the line, and getting disgusted at how slow the line was going, probably, because each time he had to look, he had to see me, smiling at him, temper, temper, temper!  LOL!  So, finally, the line was manageable, he lined up and I lined up behind him!  I should not let my thoughts, even go there, but I did!  Usually, he wears these, loose fit, jeans, but that night, he was wearing some, well, let's say, more snug fitting jeans, and it was nice, from the rear view, and I couldn't help, letting my mind wander!  LOL, and standing right next or behind, him was making it worse on him, but not on me, he was getting nervous, because, I am sure, my eyes were burning a hole through those tight ass jeans!  And if he is a cop, I want to make him nerveous!  LOL!  Fun, fun, fun . . . he may have left, after yesterday--I stayed around all day and didn't go to church, too hot outside, but hella hot inside too!  LOL . . . just watching him sleep!  What harm can come of that?  Prey tell, I ask?  LOL!

 

Okay, so Saturday night, we gals, in a frivilous mood, and tons of energy, get in bed . . . Ann is my bunk mate, and Elvira, is next to me!  LOL!  I didn't know yet, that Ann had performed exorcisms on her family and their home yet, so I was somewhat taken back, by a knock coming from under my bed, with nothing but a cement floor?  I was a bit freaked, out, and told Elvira, she looked under the bed, and she said, there is nothing, but you are giving me the creeps!  I had been telling her about, new, cute, male eye candy, at the Pov. trying to explain who he was, tight ass jeans and all!  A second time, something or someone, knocked on the bottom of my bunk bed, the lower one, enough to make me feel it through the mattress!  What the fuck?  She was getting a bit spooked by this time . . . we both tried to explain it, but nothing seemed to make sense, so I told her about James, his ghost?  What the hell is going on.  But, I continued to talk about new guy, and a third time, hard enough to vibrate the bed, a knock came!  Ann, later told me, that she had been woken up in the night, at the Pov, before, feeling the presense of someone, feeling like there were actually ghosts, from Poverello's past residents, and there have been several die, lately, murder across the street, and we all know where the little kid saw some of the ghosts in the Bruce Willis show, Sixth Sense . . . I see dead people!  UNDER THE FUCKING BED!  LOL!

THE GOLD LOCK, UNLOCKED, TWO SILVER KEYS

Later that night, I had a dream, just a short one, but very symbolic . . . the same gold lock, that was cut off at the swimming pool, last week, along with the two silver keys, still connected with the circular wire, that I trashed in a gargage can after getting the lock cut off, was dropped on my bunk, and I was somehow, not in it, but near, to see, someone, it striking me as James, drop the lock, with the two silver keys . . . he would always, refer to me and him as grandma and grandpa, so the younger guys would know that I was older!  LOL!  I found it endearing, to say the least, and just, on a good day, what I want for my future.  But, the lock was unlocked, with the two keys in it, almost as if to say, if you get with this new guy, this lock, me and you have together is going to be unlocked, or the connection, that may bring about all this freaky stuff, between us, through, quantum physics, connections that are unseen, will be broken.  And I can believe that, having studied the science, and having once, been, literally punched in the stomach, from some unseen force, being with the friend of someone, I was romantically interested in, an attorney from Vegas, and one of the reasons for my divorce . . . that same time, he had his car, smashed, from behind, knocking it, up over the cement, parking block, into the brick retaining wall, behind his office, and he thought it was me!  So, I know that there are bizarre connections, especially, when someone it in love.  Very strong, in fact, strong enough to manipulate dreams, energy, powers, and can move animate objects, as in the case of me getting the air knocked out of me, being literally, knocked over the couch, landing on my back . . . the other guy, who also knew Mike, witnessed the whole thing . . . we had been talking about him, me trying to be faithful, him trying to persuade me not to be--similar situations!

 

STRANGE, STRANGE, STRANGE . . . but very symbolic, and the knocks were strange as hell, and were powerful enough to move the bed, and make me feel the knocks in my back . . . seemed to be saying, you left me without telling me you were going, when you left from Butte, in January, then coming back, you left a second time, without telling me, and now this . . . Three Strikes and YOU ARE OUT!  So, James, what are you doing stalking me in Rattlesnake Canyon this morning?  I believe we are spirits having a physical experience, not physical bodies having a spiritual experience, and this seems to show that.  The first time I saw James, before I knew he was a Kennedy, that doesn't even matter to me, I looked down at my ring finger, and looked for my lost wedding ring!  Very bizarre for a woman, who prides herself in not being married!  Married at first sight?  Who Know . . . fact is stranger than fiction . . . gotta go, JO!