Viruses and Spyware Removal

Okay, so other than some events that I had no control over, my life hasn’t been too bad lately. Not great due to my pup passing away and some minor agitations, but nothing that I cannot deal with.

I am a pretty sensible woman. I believe in karma, the three fold law, and live by the quote “do good, shut up, go Home” (thanks to Sylvia Browne for putting it so simply). So, when I have done my best to do right by others so that I am really doing right by myself, I get fucking LIT when people try to fuck with me. There is another part of my sensibility and it relates more to practicality. For me it is completely practical to go the fuck after someone who is messing with me. It isn’t even practical, to me it is survival. I did NOT get through my hardest years by lying down and taking whatever shit someone tries to hand to me.

Sometimes on these cool, quiet nights, when I am driving with the window down, I detect a scent that takes me back. There it is, the smell of lilacs in springtime, and a picture-in-picture film is in my windshield, sepia and scratched. My great-grandmother and I are enjoying the garden at my ant-infested, run-down house, which to me was the best and only house in the world. Cut to a patch of dandelions, from which I took the choicest samples to give to my mother as a present. I would blow the ‘chuted seeds off the stems when they were ready to fly, back before I knew the difference between flowers and weeds.