SisSTARS for PEACE ... Proud to be for Peace and Love...War is Not an Answer!
"Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them--that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like." -Lao-Tse
"The fates lead him who will--him who won't, they drag." -Seneca

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

SisSTAR Rolls Along....

Hello friends and strangers ... stranger than most ! First of all, I don't want you to think that I actually look like this now! Oh, no, no, no! Long ago and far away, in a time before the wages of grief and finding the "middle of
road" way of life, there once was a crazy lady who loved to have fun and laugh so loud she was always asked, "What are you on?" I was high on life! yes, I truly was! If I'm brave enough, someday I'll post a picture of the current me, but let me just have fun for the moment in reminiscing about being younger and more lovely. Let me think on these things. I was the oldest child and my baby brother has already died nearly 1-1/2 yrs ago. We had a strong sibling rivalry and love/hate relationship. I miss him in a way only the regretful can. I'd even take a knuckle punch in the arm or a "WHOOO!" close up in the ear, or the proverbial finger-pointing on the chest and when you look down, "whump!" his finger flies up and twonks you in the nose! I got a lot better at fending that one off. I've never blogged. A friend has begun to blog and a blogger I will be ... I don't want to fall by the wayside of techie-ville totally. But I tire ... I have nothing to say right now. I just wanted to figure out how to actually be a blogger (I would rather call it a booger!) So...SisSTAR of the C.O.D.E. will sign out for now. Oh, yeah, that means "Childless Orphan Daughters of the Evolution... choosing to evolve and evolving to code." Got that? Does anyone out there fit the schema of a SisSTAR? Say hello if you do, or if you don't. It's not what I chose to be...well, I did choose to be childless. I didn't choose, as far as I know, to be an orphan. I miss being a daughter. More anon... and she Rolls along. ^;^ meow


Second Edition: said...

You're a blogger now, sister. Welcome to the neighborhood.

sea otter

Kalirati said...

Ah, I understand that sibling relationship. My brother and I have the same and, though he is still alive, I feel regret when I think of him. It is like walking through Himalayan Blackberry vines--the scratch and poke but the fruit is sweet all the same.