RicTresa

RicTresa
Location
Key Center, Washington, USA
Birthday
October 11
Title
Starving Graphic Artist & Patriot
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________________________________________ We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same. Carlos Castaneda ________________________________________ Because of some medical malpractice imposed on my body in 1996, a minor on the job accident left me crippled and with a rare bone disease called, Osteonecrosis. Osteo=Bone.. Necrosis=Death.. And that is what I have. ________________________________________ I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." ~ Susan B. Anthony _________________________________________ Go Fuck Yourself is the greeting that keeps on giving. Patton Lee Beaugus ________________________________________ I create all of my own graphics including some you will find on this blog, the pictures in my profile and banner are me. I use an Apple computer and wouldn't switch back to a PC for all the tea in China. ________________________________________

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FEBRUARY 8, 2010 12:07PM

Still Do

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I had two brothers yet I grew up wondering what it was like to have brothers who cared about each other. I still do. My parents never divorced yet I grew up wondering what it would be like to have a father love me more than the next drink. I still do. I was never successful at anything I tried yet I keep trying, convinced that the next time is going to be my time. I still do.

Epilog:
Ain't life a female dog?

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Yup.
Keep your chin up Ric.
I still care about you and Theresa. Always
Mission
February 08, 2010 12:21 PM
I am here as the who's all cried.
bobbot
February 08, 2010 12:47 PM
I always thought you are pretty great. ... still do.
Elisa aka WAH
February 08, 2010 12:54 PM
An optimist. Wow. Rare species these days. You go, bro.
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john blumenthal
February 08, 2010 01:27 PM
It's all about runs of luck, you know? I can remember more bad luck then good and I wonder sometimes if this is normal? I mean, is it normal to have shitty luck.. is it more normal to have shitty luck than not?
Here I am.. waiting for my ship to come in.
RicTresa
February 08, 2010 02:05 PM
I once asked my ten-year-old son if he knew he was loved. He looked at me like I'd grown a second head, and said, "Of course I do!"

Some of us parent ourselves through parenting our children. I didn't know I was one who did that until my children died and I had to parent myself all alone.

Go read Patrick Frank's "Prose-Poems 1 and 2...." He captures a lonely childhood too.
vonnia
February 08, 2010 06:12 PM
Something will give....right? That's what I tell myself anyway. Way to keep on keeping on.
donnastreet
February 08, 2010 06:27 PM
That's sad... I do think we all have an ideal (culturally specific) in our minds of how things should be (and may even actually be for some lucky souls), but that having shitty luck, as you say, is more normal than not. Degrees of shitty luck, of course, and you have had more than your 'share'... But reading OS, which at the very least is a slice of a more thoughtful demo than perhaps the average, seems to indicate that shitty luck is something of a norm. Yet we persevere, because it's either that or stop eating & die.

CHEERFUL THOUGHTS FOR A SUNNY MORNING - THANKS A LOT! (And I do hope for a big fat shiny lump of wonderfulness to crash thru your ceiling...)
Myriad
February 09, 2010 10:08 AM
Well Gina, I used to have stretches of good luck/high paying jobs. The best one was when I was a steel worker for 5 years. 1980 and I made $800.00 a week after taxes. My apartment rent was only $150.00 a month. Hell for that matter in 1973 I had a Union job and was making $3.00 an hour. Don't sound like much now but in 1973 min., wage was One Dollar and sixty five cents an hour.

Flash forwards all these eons later and I am.. struggling.

If it wasn't for my wife, things would be not so nice. I hate it.

Compound it all with a case of depression and it turns out to be a big hunk of silly putty with a ball of hair smushed in between.
RicTresa
February 09, 2010 10:26 AM