Ok, so I haven't posted in ages. I do miss the whole blog thing. Well..except for the spam comments. But I won't go there. I just checked the Altered Perceptions email and lo and behold I have a few letters from the Hugoists. Apparently the trial is finally getting underway? I don't know, fill me in?

It seems I still get a letter or two now and then on the Mason Proffit posts I did. I can't tell you how nice it is to be able to download a few of those tunes from Itunes. But hey Terry Talbot....why isn't Eugene Pratt on there?? Inquiring minds want to know.

Just for anyone that might be interested, my life is going well. The new business is thriving and growing. Thanks be to God.

So if you dropped by and read this post, thank you, and leave me a note?

I really do miss this.

I've been wanting to do a post on abortion vs pro-life for a couple of weeks now but every time I sit down to write something I get so angry I have to walk away from it. I think I was probably 16 or 17 when I first heard about abortion - a long time ago, and remembering how apalled and shocked I was. The feeling has never left. At times I honestly wish I could become just as indifferent and apathetic to the situation as many American's have become. It just won't happen.

To me this is a very black and white issue, with no shades of gray. I can't even think about abortion without the graphic images coming into my mind. These graphic images were there the minute I heard about abortion, long before the Right To Life posters emerged to shock people into seeing what abortion really is. The graphic images is exactly what abortion is. Let's keep it real here.

So this morning I'm reading this aricle and wondering if I'm a fanatic. So I went to the dictionary and looked up fanatic and this is the definition:

marked by excessive enthusiasm and often intense uncritical devotion

Yes, I've determined I'm an anti-abortion fanatic. I can live with that. It's a damn shame thousands upon thousands will never get the chance.

It does give me some peace that at least some of the babies are getting a burial rather than ending up in a biohazard dump to be forever forgotten by the apathetic.

I haven't had any news on all day, so when I signed online this afternoon - which I have Google news as my homepage, there's the news. Johnny is gone. I think of all the faces in show biz, Johnny is the one that's as familiar to me as my own family. Thirty years of five nights a week is powerful stuff.

I was never a big fan of Johnny but he was like someone that was always there, for a huge part of my life. Summer vacations being able to stay up and watch Johnny. Damn, I remember watching Johnny being in labor. I remember watching Johnny rocking and feeding my babies.

I quit smoking once for 10 years. December 13, 1984 at 10:45pm while watching Johnny I smoked what I thought was my last cigarrette of my life. Heh. Now he dies of emphysema - yes, I'm cringing as I should be.

Funny how different things of my past has come to mind just remembering Johnny.

Oh and Johnny was actually an Iowa boy first.