Soooo, uhhhhh, is anybody out there likin' my sixties-ified background and music....huh?....huh?....huh?

Wow, is it steamy in the heartland of America! And to think that I thought New York was humid in the summertime! HOT town...summer in the city! Yikes!

I got a new shower stall in my apartment today. Did I tell ya'll that yet? The guy has been working on it for, like, afrikkinWEEK now. That's okay....the Y Membership comes in handy at times like this. Walking distance too.

Believe it or not, but I have moments where I half-way consider becoming a Foster Parent again for the state I'm in. Well, gosh, I've spent so much time over at Social Services lately getting services for MYSELF that it occurred to one of the workers there that I should be a Foster Parent HERE!

Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh, I gots ta give that a teensy bit more thought, whattaya think? I mean, if I was gonna do it, I'd prolly want a squalling crack baby (there IS a reason my mother thinks I'm mentally ill, donchaknow) like Gabriel but what would I do about an outside job? It's not like you can actually survive on the money they give you (about $400. a month). I'd have to find a work at home job or somethin'. I don't know though...I haven't given up the idea just yet.

The other thing I think about is that maybe I didn't do such a hot job on the ones I had since they all turned on me so quick like that. Of course, so did my biological kids so maybe I was just the "Bee-yotch Mother of the Year", after all. Sometimes I think that I must have been....then others I think about how much I love them all and how I loved them through all of their ugly times, even now, and I realize I couldn't be THAT bad.

Gosh, hearing from Peggy everyday by e-mail has been the best picker-upper I could ever have. She is an accomplished artist and has a web-site called "Memorial Birdbaths". I think that's what it's called anyway. Okay, I found it, it's www.memorialbirdbath.com or type in your search engines, "Memorial Birdbaths" by Peggy Weber. Oh man, just seeing her name....Peggy Weber....it's like seeing my own, you know? Anyway, it links you to another site that has her paintings. I remember that even as a child I felt so privileged to be friends with someone as talented as her. If you can find it, there is a picture of her on there that shows how absolutely GORGEOUS she is. I'll try to find the url before I log out.

I remember so much about growing up on Windemere Road, and it's mostly about Peggy and her family. If it's alright with her I might share some of my memories in the coming days about that. Gosh, there is soooo much stuff there. The Memoirs of POH. Baby Boomer's Extraordinaire.

Gee, Peggy, where should I start? Dirt City? Oh my gosh! Yeeeeeah! What about all those Halloweens throwing on our father's old suitcoats and just calling our selves bums? Remember the year I carried a big ol' clanky alarm clock in my pocket so we would know the time? Remember Wolfanger's ice cream machine and how we ate our ice cream cones to the next block of houses? What about the nights your Dad would come home and the whole frikkin' neighborhood would run to his car yelling, "The Candy Man is here! The Candy Man is here!" Oh man, I still laugh about all those times with Eddie and how we used to tease him sooooo bad and then run into the bathroom and lock the door, peeking through the keyhole to see if he would come storming up the stairs. Awww, he got us back all the time though, didn't he?

There is so much more.....so much more......

Well, gotta go now...the memories are coming too fast and furiously now....I think I better get back to my little apartment where I can plug my laptop in and write in documents. Just think, maybe it'll be a published book...........POH Unleashed, how does that sound? Okay, wipe that out. The Life and Times of POH and Peggy. Yeah! That's it! Yeeee-haaaa!

PS. Peggy, the whole soap opera is written in my blog. Just go to page 9, start at the bottom and read up, coming back to page 8, then 7, etc. Let me tell ya, it's a saga alright!