MAGNETIC. FOLLOW YOUR FOLLY. TIME FOR JUSTICE! HOME IS WHERE YOUR HEART IS. WHENEVER WE ARE TOGETHER WE ARE HOME! WHERE A MAN'S TREASURE IS, THERE HIS HEART IS ALSO! QUANTUM PHYSICS CAN SOMETIMES MAKE A CHILD CLOSER TO YOU, MORE LIKE YOU, THAN HAD YOU BEEN WITH THEM EVERY DAY! I HAD A DREAM SOMETIME AGO, THAT I WALKED UP TO NICOLE'S DOOR AT HER NEW HOME, KNOCKED, AND SHE HAD CUT HER HAIR, SHOULDER LENGTH--IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN LONG, SHE'S 37. NICOLE GOT SILENT WHEN I TOLD HER ABOUT THE DREAM--SHE HAD JUST CUT HER HAIR, SHOULDER LENGTH, THE DAY BEFORE! KUT . . . KUT FROM THE SAME KLOTH! THE OTHER DAY, ON THE PHONE, CHRIS EXPRESSED HIS OPINION ON NOT HAVING A GATHERING PLACE FOR OUR FAMILY, GRETA'S HOUSE, JUST DIDN'T QUALIFY AS MOM'S HOUSE. MY KIDS WERE ALWAYS GREAT TO COME TO MY HOUSE IN ST. GEORGE AND IN PAROWAN, UTAH. I REMINDED CHRIS, THAT THE VERY REASON I GOT THOSE HOMES, NOT BEING A HOMEBODY MYSELF, WAS BECAUSE HE HAD SAID SOMETHING SIMILAR, AFTER I HAD PICK'S DISEASE, AND HAD DIFFERENT HOME SITUATIONS THAN I HAD BEFORE, WHILE I WAS PRACTICING LAW, WITH A SALT LAKE CITY, APARTMENT AND A HOUSE I OWNED IN ST. GEORGE. I REMINDED HIM, THAT I HAD TWO BEAUTIFUL HOMES, JUST SHORTLY AFTER HE MENTIONED, THAT HE WANTED A HOME TO COME HOME TO . . . AND I SAID, YOU NEED TO BE MAD AT THE GOVERNMENT, THE MOB, COPS, JUDGES, FAMILY, AND ALL THE PARTIES, WHO NOT ONLY TOOK ONE HOUSE, TO STOP ME FROM GOING TO ARGUE MY $357 MILLION CASE AGAINST THE STATE OF UTAH, BETTER KNOWN AS THE STATE OF MORMON, WITH MITT BOY, RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT, IN ADDITION TO ELLIOT'S BAND, GOD'S REVOLVER, FINISHING THEIR FIRST OF THREE, RECORD DEALS WITH SONY! ALLAN REX BESS WAS MURDERED, REPLACED BY FUCKING FRANK, BECAUSE HE CAME TO MY RESCUE AFTER MY ST. GEORGE HOUSE WAS STOLEN, WITH ALL COMPUTERS, LAW PRACTICE, FURNITURE, ART, FAMILY PHOTOS, ART, STATUES, PLANTS, ETC. THE PAROWAN HOUSE, THEY JUST TRIED TO KILL ME! SILENCE. OFTEN WE THINK OUR KIDS, KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, AND CAN ASSUME WHAT HAPPENED, BUT WHEN THOSE WITH EVIL INTENT, START FILLING IN THE BLANKS, HAVING ACCESS TO KIDS AT EXTENDED FAMILY PARTIES, OR THROUGH SPOUSES, WHO MAY KNOW THE OTHER SIDE OR THE ENEMIES SIDE OF THE STORY, SOMETIMES THINGS GET LOST IN TRANSLATION . . . OR PERVERTED, TAINTED, AND POISONED! COMMUNICATIONS IS IMPERATIVE WITH KIDS, ESPECIALLY, IN A PROFESSION AND ACTIVITIES LIKE I ENGAGE IN . . . I LEARNED AS A COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR, THAT MISCOMMUNICATION, IS THE RULE, AND COMMUNICATION IS THE EXCEPTION! ESPECIALLY WITH A SON, WHO FIGURED HE KNEW EVERYTHING THERE WAS TO KNOW ABOUT YOU, THEN ASKED YOU AT AGE 34 WHERE YOU WERE BORN! LOL! MY DAUGHTERS KNOW ME INTIMATELY, BUT THE BOYS, WERE JUST "ACTION FIGURES" RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE, NOT WANTING TO TALK! LOL! MY STACATION AT THE BONNER TRUCK STOP . . . OSPREY DIVE BOMB AT CALIFORNIA BRIDGE . . . SECURITY STING OP AT ST. PATRICK'S HOSPITAL THIS MORNING! FUCK YOU, THE HOSPITAL DOESN'T OWN THE SIDEWALKS--GOD INTELLIGENCE: (1) TRUE CRIME VIDEO, "TIME TO GO" CAUGHT MY EYE; (2) NO SKY DAD, I WANT TO JUST FINISH THIS ONE EPISODE! (3) ON TOP OF MY EAR BUDS, I COULD HEAR WALKIE TALKIES, AND I THOUGHT--DON'T TELL ME! SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS, ESPECIALLY ARE "SECURITY" DUDE FREE FOR THE MOST PART, AND I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING WRONG, BUT, COPS KNOW I COME THERE ON THE WEEKENDS, AND WRITE BLISTERING TALES ABOUT THEM! LOL! HEY, FAIR GAME, THEY ARE THE ONES DOING THIS SHIT TO ME! (4) I TRIED TO DISMISS THE WHITE NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE SPEAKER FROM THE HOSPITAL, SAYING MORNING PRAYER OR GIVING ANNOUNCEMENTS, THAT IT IS PATIENT REST TIME, OR TIME TO LEAVE! NO, THIS WAS WALKIE TALKIE STUFF, SECURITY STUFF, OUT OF CHARACTER FOR A SUNDAY MORNING; (5) VALIDATION, TWO BEEFY SECURITY GUYS IN NAVY JACKETS, GET UP AND LEAVE FROM WHERE I COULD NOT SEE THEM, BEHIND A HALF WALL THAT SEPARATES THE DINING AREAS IN THE BLARNEY STONE CAFE' WHERE I EAT OFTEN, SO? THEY KIND OF ACTED LIKE THEY WERE MESSING AROUND, AND LOOKED BACK TO WHERE I WAS SITTING; (6) I WAS JUST MINUTES FROM THE END OF MY CRIME STORY BEING OVER--FUCK, I GOT KICKED OUT OF THE POVERELLO CENTER, SO THEY COULD CLEAN THE FLOORS, TRIED TO FINISH THE STORY HERE, NOW . . . COME ON! (7) ALL OF THE SUDDEN, THE DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE, GOING TO THE GARDEN AREA, OPENED . . . WHAT THE FUCK? OKAY, I GET IT, GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE! (8) I GENERALLY, GO UP THE ELEVATORS, EVEN WHEN IT IS AN EMERGENCY ESCAPE AND OUT THE BACK DOORS PUTTING ME CLOSER TO THE BREAK OR THE BUS STATION, WHERE I CAN GET INTERNET, OR DITCH TO BONNER OR SOMEWHERE ON THE 10 BUSES THAT CONVERGE ON THE TERMINAL AT THE SAME TIME, LEAVING COPS, UNDERCOVER BUS DRIVER COPS AND BRASS ASSES, DAZED AND CONFUSED, BUT GOD SEEMED TO BE INDICATING TO LEAVE VIA THIS DOOR, AND HIT THE SIDEWALKS, OFF HOSPITAL PROPERTY! (9) I AM PISSED ON THE ONE HAND, BECAUSE I BRAG ABOUT THE FOOD, THE VALUES OF THE HOSPITAL, HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT THEIR PRAYERS AND THE COOL THOUGHTS POSTED DAILY IN THE ELEVATORS, I EVEN BRAG ABOUT THE POPE FOR GOD'S SAKE! LOL! I WRITE BLOGS TO INSPIRE, TO TEACH, TO PROMOTE LOVE, DO NO HARM, SO WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG AND CRIMINAL ABOUT THAT, THAT YOUR DAMNED SECURITY GUARDS/COPS SHOULD BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME? (10) ON THE OTHER HAND, I AM GLAD TO STICK IT TO THEM, FOR THE 20TH TIME, AND SURE ENOUGH, THE ST. PATRICK'S PROVIDENCE, SILVER FORD, ODD SHAPED, SECURITY WAGON, HITS THE SIDEWALK, UP ON SPRUCE AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME, I DO . . . THE SECURITY GUARD, NOT ONE OF THE BEEF CAKES, WHO WERE IN THE CAFE' LOOKS OVER AND SMILES, WAVES AT ME, LIKE, GOOD ON YOU! YOU FUCKED THEM AGAIN! LIKE I SAID IN MY FOOTBALL ANALOGY, YOU MAY HAVE THE CARDS STACKED ON THE SIDE OF THE ERRANT LAW ENFORCEMENT, BUT THE FANS AND CROWD ARE CHEERING FOR ME!

I Love Truck Stops!  My Stacation to Bonner--Redneck Holiday!

I have been to truck stops across this beautiful country, God Bless America . . . America the Beautiful!  On my way back to Washington, D.C., to be sworn in the the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, not as a justice on the High Court, but, as someone who is found to be in good standing with their state supreme courts, who has a certificate of good standing, my fourth, since the Supreme's law clerks or court clerks, lost my third certificate, saying I was worthy of that honor, and that two members of the court, from Utah would vouch for my ability to practise and argue before the highest court in the land!  I was one happy camper, to cross the country, after dropping off two killer briefs, in Salt Lake at the Frank Moss Federal Courthouse, symbolic name, of who was controlling the show, at the federal court, not the Constitution, for damned sure!  But, I filed two surprise briefs, that ended up, keeping my case alive, with 180 days by rule to file, or the case goes dormant, and that I knew, so I waited on purpose to fuck with the government attorneys, whom I already knew cut deals with my clients, fucked my oral arguments at the 10th Circuit and were trying to stop me, from making it to D.C., in time for the final day of the Court session, even when I followed the rules, and filed my oath and affirmation and allegiance to the U.S. Constitution, for the fourth time as an attorney, by papers affidavit, with the liars, wanting a second shot, forcing my hand, and making me traverse the country, in order to be sworn in, in person, not really, because, they just wanted my signature, on the oath, after, they broke in, fraudulently on the Court, making it look, like one of the fraud broads beat me, to the punch and I was the late attorney, and the impostor, the poser, NOT THEM!

But, this amped up, gamer, took off, without notice at about 7:00, hitting Grand Junction, Colorado, where my client, ratted me out, to Frank, the co-conspirator with Shelley, murderer of Allan Rex Bess, my client, and now my husband, through proxy with Frank, go figure that one out, and with Shelley to be ME, which resulted in a cross country, great race to the nations Capitol, with me, the only driver . . . raging on Diet Coke and country music, hitting one truck stop after another, racing with a white stretch limo, containing, Frank and Shelley, or Kay, the cops chicks, are, every interchangeable, but I AM IRREPLACEABLE, as they are finding out more and more as time passes, one size does not fit all, nor does, one name, one law license fit all . . . INFERIOR PRODUCTS, SLEAZY ATTORNEY FAKES, and LOSERS!  But, I arrived in Washington, D.C., early Sunday morning, and that was after being blocked by a ONE side of the freeway, ice storm, that forced everyone off the freeway, about 100 miles outside of D.C., with tons of 18 wheelers, my road warrior buddies, slipping and sliding off one side of the freeway, while the other side was cruising down the interstate, going 75 mph!  Another go figure!  All I remember from that quick Zip Trip, was stopping to refill both my gas tank and my tank, tanking up on Diet Coke and to get a new country music CD, so I could turn up my Bose stereo system and rock the music so load my Ford Ranger extended cab, vibrated with the sounds, as I sang to the songs, to the top of my lungs, with a permanent smile on my face . . . go little buddy! GO!  LOL!

Stavacation . . . That is a Short Vacation That You Stay Close to Home, Save Money, But Have a Break From the Daily Grind!

I woke to a beautiful day, and on these sunny Montana mornings when the river glistens, the sky shows off the big skies of Montana, and the mountain pines and mountain air, fill the world with glory, beauty, and adventure, I decided to do something different . . . take the last $4.00 left of my EBT card, of my whopping $16.00 I get for 6 months, after getting my backpack, with all my worldly possessions and money stolen, on my birthday, December 17, a week before Christmas, and spend it all in one place, and that was the Bonner Truck Stop, I think it is a Town Pump or Pilot, but there are blingy cowgirl chick hats and t-shirts, I like to read, cowgirl hats, fun touristy stuff, fun stuff, gear for your car, truck, or semi, there is a lounge, to watch TV, and I have often joined the truckers, even letting them control the remote, and watched a football game or the news for a spell, there are showers, for $10.00, last I took one, washers and dryers, food, music, books, cool electronic equipment, and yummy food, laid back, good ole' girl clerks, who always put a smile on my face, somehow, the issue of clean hands came up, and the clerk told me that she learned yesterday, that the owners, didn't think the staff was worthy of hand sanitizer dispensers at their registers!  WHAT?  Are you kidding me, as I checked out, my Diet Coke, fresh donuts, and a bag of chips . . . why wouldn't you be worth of hand cleaner and sanitizer, seems that keeping the employees from getting sick would pay for the hand cleansers, in lowering the sick days . . . I know, you would figure.  I said, well, I put the stuff on, and within an hour, I wash it off anyway, either for a bathroom break or when I wash my hands to eat.  She said, yeah, I would too, if the sink back behind the counter, was fixed and had running water!  LOL!  Oh, well, a laid back crowd! for sure, love it, dig it, and feel like I have been somewhere, cool, just sitting at the booths, back by the bathrooms, showers and washing machines, looking out at the amazing Montana landscape, pigging out on my snacks and treats, that make me feel like I am back in my truck, cruising down the highway, again! 

Last time I did this, I could get on the truck stop Internet free, or some chick told me, I must have just slide between the cracks in the system, because, they do charge . . . would my EBT card work?  LOL!  Oh, well, my blog was being blocked all the way out, and in the early morning hours, with each attempt, saying, Requested Cite is Blocked!  That's okay, I will just enjoy the time, and dig on the truck stop, and the awesome day, out in the pines, mountains, rivers, and open roads and skies, a freedom, courtesy of Mountain Lines Bus Service, my RIDE these days, and grateful for it!  After I had fun, looking at all the cool, condensed stuff, that truckers, can get in miniature, I decided to cross the road to the historical cite, sit on a rock, and wait, relaxed, refreshed, renewed, and ready to face my blog, cool, calm and collected, like I usually am, but, even more so, after the relaxed people, travelers, clerks, truckers, whom I have just interacted with.  I thought, what I need, is a big fat trucker boyfriend, plumber butt and all, who likes to eat and digs a woman who does too, to ride along with, loving the scenery, the freedom, and moving American products, from coast to coast . . . I would dig the hell out of that.  The day before, at the Pov. some dude, was trying to convince some chick, he had just met, to just pick up and drive to Texas with him . . . I almost volunteered, but he seemed hot on her, and he was about 20 years younger than me, but about 10 years older than her, but a free spirit, nonetheless, but that is something, that I would like doing and probably the inspiration, for me wanting to hit the road . . . I used to put about 70,000 miles per year on my truck, or I did the year I went to D.C., and in less than 15 minutes after driving myself, from Utah to Washington, D.C., I was back in my truck, listening to my country music, and driving out through the Parowan Gap, with a Diet Coke and a chocolate on chocolate donut, enjoying the prairies and grasslands, out west of Parowan, Utah, Little Montana!  The Maverick gas station, always made me feel the same way as truck stops . . . this whole exercise goes to liberty, freedom, open spaces, and doing exactly what makes you happy!