Tecnically, they may be only cyber-siblings. But they are in reality as real a part of my family as my real brother. Earlier today, I just suddenly had a feeling I needed to look back and find where I got my first messages from each of them. I knew it had to be getting close to a year since we first made contact. It turned out to be closer than I thought. I first recieved contact from my big brother a year ago yesterday on the 8th. And one of his friends, now one of my big sisters showed up at my door a few days later on the 12th. Then my eldest (in numbers only) showed up two days later. And finally my clumsiest sister turned up on the 16th.

This may seem hardly noteworthy to many of you, who read this. But these four people have been there just to talk and share a laugh. But more importantly, when my occasional depressions hit, they were all here for me. Some in ways I still can't believe anybody would do for somebody, especially me. I remember a big problem I was having, when Billy intervened. I won't say more about it here. But I will never forget what he and Rosie did for me. And just having a sister to talk to, and laugh with daily means so much. The pictures and notes I get from another sister always give me a little smile, just because she cares enough to remember me. And the antics and even the lectures about my eating habits from my fourth, and by no means least sister always make me feel good. Even if we don't always agree (what two brothers, or brother and sister do agree on everything) I always feel like I have somebody who cares. And in turn, I only hope they each realize how much I care about them, even when I am a bit less than talkative or feel a bit disagreeable. I have told them things about myself that no one else really knows, yet they still accept me inspite of all my faults. Now they stand beside me as I go through the difficulties with my parents, as my dad's health declines. And I feel their prayers many times whether they know it or not.

This is not to deminish any of my other friends at this site. I have several friends here that play an important part of my daily life. And I AM more than grateful for each of you too.

When people say GOD bless you to me now, I honestly respond he has and he is. Now my turn; GOD bless each of you.

You have heard it said that there are at least two sides to every story, and so it is true when it comes to the evil myth going around about the big bad wolf. First off we are really quite shy, and prefer to keep to ourselves. But somewhere the idea got started that we went around attacking sweet innocent people and/or little pigs. We do not hunt for fun or trophies to hang in our lairs. Only for food and in defense of the pack do we kill.

I know the stories about the three little pigs, and Little Red Riding Hood make them sound like they were innocent bystanders. But there is another side to what actually happened, and I would like to take this time to share OUR side of the story.

First allow me to address the little pigs, who were actually full grown hogs. We had come back to our den for a little rest time after killing some rodents to feed our defenseless pups. When we returned to feed them, we found that their mother was dead and the pups were gone. We, of course went out to look for them. When some of us returned to guard the meal, we found that the pigs had come in and taken it, so we went after them. You just don't mess with a wolf's food. Eventually, we had to kill them in order to get our food back. We didn't want to, but they wouldn't give it back!

Meanwhile, the other wolves followed the trail of the pups which led them to the family of "Miss Riding Hood". They had shot and killed the alpha female of the pack!! But before they died, they put us on the trail of Miss Hood, and told us she was taking them to give to her Grandma as pets. We are not pets! We are meant to be free! So that was a rescue operation. And they wouldn't give us back our pups. We had to kill them. Once again we didn't want to.

We would've preferred to have been left alone in both cases. And in both cases we were pushed into a corner. I ask you.  How many of you would sit there and let someone come in your home and steal your food, or your children, and do absolutely nothing?

I would still like to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR all the way through, filled with joy and the blessings of GOD

Well, I have been trying to come up with enough to say in order to fill up a Christmas journal, (For me, it's not X-mas or holiday. I just can't remove Christ from it) and this is the best I can do so far.

I guess the most excited Christmas morning I can remember would have to be in 1969 (when I was eleven) when I woke up and found a brand new set of drums with my name on it. It was a present my parents would grow to regret, because for years afterward, I would come home from school everyday and spend hours beating the heck out of them. And years later, when I was in my first paying band, it was those same drums, with a few additions that went on stage with me. While I later returned to guitar in my last few bands, and never played drums again, it was those drums that started everything.

What makes them stand out so much to me now, I guess is realizing how little we had for luxurys, and seeing how much a set of drums costs. It makes me see how much my dad was willing to sacrifice, just to make a little boy happy. And he knew I loved music.

Now, every year since my wreck and disability he continues to ask what I want for Christmas, and unless something changes, I already have all but one of the presents I want. I will spend the day with my parents, eating my moms turkey and dressing and all the veggies, listening and talking to, and occasionally laughing with both of my parents. The only thing keeping it from being perfect will probably be my brother's failure to contact us at all again. But still the biggest present I want is to be in the presence (or should I say present) of my parents one more year; just like it's been my wish every Christmas for years now.

Nothing they could put in any box under any tree will make me smile any bigger!!!

And when that's all done, I'm gonna run back home to talk to my friends in hope that all of them and you have had the happiest and most blessed CHRISTmas ever.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!        And GOD bless us everyone

Well, I finally have some success getting my life in pictures uploaded. And to think, a little less than a month ago, I was still at the starting gate with no idea where to begin. There were none of my photos anywhere in this computer and no idea how they would get there. I must say that most of the success I’ve had is in no small part thanks to a little girl in the Rocky Mountains, without whom I may have long since given up. She taught me a lot about it. But then, after each of many continued attempts and failures, she would find a way to encourage me to try again until I got it right..

She’s just one of a group of annoyingly happy friends I’ve met since joining this sight who seem to know what I need to hear to make me try again, or just to brighten up my day. There’s also my little indian princess and her husband Carl, who along with my Rocky Mountain girl and Jen seem to have figured out a way to write a smile into almost every word they send me. Then there’s the reverend Bill who when he’s not giving me a sermon on the virtues of Georgia football (Go TAR HEELS) ministers to my heart, and feeds me a laugh or two. There’s also another Patricia I wish to thank for the warmth she’s brought to my life also. I wish I could tell each of my friends how important they are to me and how much I love each and every one of them. Unfortunately, my vocabulary is too limited for that.

In case I don’t write another journal beforehand, I would like to wish everybody who reads this a Happy Thanksgiving this year. I know what I’m thankful for. I made it to fifty this year after being given up for dead so many times. My parents are both still here and celebrated their 51st anniversary in the same house they raised me and my brother in. And we’re as close as we have ever been. And now I’ve made several new friends who feed my spirit,  just by seeing their name on my message board ’cause I know they’ll put a smile on my face even before I read the first word. Each and every one of them. I love them all.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I've about had it for one more day of trying to upload my photos and hoping they would land where I wanted them. I ended up deleting all of them and trying to start over. But, I can see now that they're just not going to cooperate. What is it going to take to get them where I want them and not have them move around as I go? Even when I try to put them in albums they move. And, I considered deleting the few from the album, when it occurred to me that if I do that it will probably delete them completely from all my photos, and I'd have to start them all over again too!!!

Oh alas,and woe. Whatever is a poor wolf to do?  I think I'll quit for awhile