My Ancestors painted themselves blue and ran naked into battle fending off and eventually defeating the Roman empire. I am a direct descendent of William the Conquerer. Celtic and Viking blood course through my veins. My forefathers stepped onto the shores of this great nation and within a few generations swept like a tidal wave to the opposite shore taking in everything in their path. As George Carlin used to say, "Beware the blue eyed people" We make up only 17 % of the entire worlds population yet wherever we go we lay waste and triumph.

I am the evolution of an empire and I can't even get a part time job. My existance has become a daily grind. My morning coffee greets me with much fanfare and the rest of the day is a gamble. The fabulous and exotic paradise that I imagine for myself seems to be wasted on other poor souls who either marry well or manage money better than I do.That does allow me much joy in simply being able to pay my electric bill.

Life amazes me. I ask the questions that every other poor soul ponders. Why are we here, what should I do with my life, black or white, rice or potatoes, MaryAnn or Ginger...( I love Tina Louise! Except for the stint on Dallas where she played J.R.s secretary)

I took one of those tests once where it is supposed to tell you what career is right for you. Mine said Minister. That would be great except for the multitude of things that I may be required to give up and somehow I believe God wants us to have a little fun along the way.

If fun were a career I would be the CEO

The time has come to consider  the next phase in my existance. Give me a break folks, I live in Sanger...I consider this on a daily basis! What the hell am I doing here..cheap rent. How long am I going to stay? Until something better comes along. Am I lonely? No, I have a phone and a vehicle. Having said that, I do tire of rednecks/cowboys/NASCAR fans. Thankfully I can drive a few miles down the road to a large town which boasts the number 1 music college in the nation. Musicians and artists abound.

Being single in North Texas may compare to being single anywhere else except may taste in "datable" material does run to the abnormal. Abnormal in this part of the world means that you don't wear a cowboy hat and wranglers. I like creative folks.

I like to ride my harley, listen to my music and go to my job sothat I can pay my bills. Pretty damn simple. I don't bother anybody and I expect the same. I'm a good hearted woman with a wild side. I'll never be tamed. I enjoy meeting interesting people and going places. I don't have many close friends and I prefer it that way.

Whatever the next phase of my life offers me I will jump in with both feet like I do everything else. My adventurous spirit preceeds me.

I get tired of defending my musical preferences. I am not a devil worshipper and I certainly don't think I am going to hell. In fact, God has assured me that I'm not. That being said, hard driving guitars and double basses turn me on.

I vividly remember saving my allowance (yes...allowance,folks!) to buy my first LP or album as us old folks used to say. I walked into the record store,salivating, digging into my jean purse to pay for object of my audio assault.Machine Head by Deep Purple. I got home, plugged in the head phones layed back on my bed in my inner sanctum and proceeded to fall in love with what was to become Heavy Metal. that  was the turning point.

Soon after came Black Sabbath, And Alice Cooper.

As I continued to grow my album collection, I made the dreaded mistake of sneaking off to the local record dealer while visitng my Grandmother. I took the risk, I was Jonesin' from a bad habit. Had to have my Rock N Roll. Going against my grandmother's wishes was like a slap in the face of the Gestapo...just wasnt' done or your life was seriously at risk. As I snuck out of the house and around the block, I could feel the adrenaline rushing. I wanted Welcome to My Nightmare and I was going to get it! Once back at Prison Granny, I was busted...caught with my album on her upstairs Hifi. She took Alice off of the turntable and broke him straight across wrinkled knee. I was sick, my stomach turned and I let out a gasp. Did I give in and give up? Be the good Grand daughter that I should have been andfollow the rules? Alas,no. I snuck out again, bought another copy and hid it in my suitcase. Alice and I flew home together happy in our secret relationship.

Then came concerts, standing in line for autographs and dreams dating someone who could get me backstage.

Now at my age my love for Metal is going strong. When Metallica is playing Sun City and Slayer hires an accordianist...I will be loyal.