Hey, Asshole!  Hello Friend,  To Whom It May Concern:

So, it totally kinda sucks that you totalled dented and scratched my van today in the parking lot.  Especially since you tucked tail and ran you filthy coward chose to drive away instead of showing your pathetic guilty face taking responsibility for your inability to drive actions.

But, it’s cool.  I hate forgive you. 

Really.  To tell you the truth, I didn’t really even give a shit mind all that much.  If you happened to sit around and watch (you creepy swine!), you could see that I scowled menacingly quickly glanced around the parking lot, but then got over it.  Nobody was hurt–nobody was even in the vehicle which is why you were able to run you irresponsible pathetic chicken-shit.  I am counting my blessings: my children heard a few new words today are fine, my sliding door looks like trash still operates, and I can still open the gas tank door to put in gas that costs fucking $2.65 a gallon. 

I noticed that your paint (since it was scratched all along the side of my van!!!) was a hideous lovely bright blue, so I will find you, you rotten son of a bitch and I do so love bright blue.  In fact, I glared at noticed every bright blue car on the road today.  I hope one of them was you, you jackass criminal my new friend!

It happened in the parking lot of Goodwill.  I was there in search of an old frou-frou prom dress for a photo shoot idea I have forming in my head.  I left with a Norman Rockwell book and a Tori Amos CD.  I hope you left with an inescapable cloud of guilt. 

If you do happen to read this, I hope you have the balls to come forward and pay to fix my van because God knows I’m not gonna waste money on vehicle cosmetics know that you are forgiven.  Perhaps you were diagnosed with a terminal illness today, or you lost your job, or you and your seven children are starving and homeless…  Perhaps that is why you simply did not have the decency mental fortitude to add the responsibility of a car accident to your plate.  If this is the case, you have my sympathy, my blessing, and my forgiveness.  If this is not the case, then may you rot in hell you still have all of the above. 

Because I’m sure your mother loves you.  Namaste.

Like the hollow nothingness within the seed of a tree, which contains the potential of the entire tree, the experience of nothingness in the unmanifest field has within it the lively potential of everything in creation. (Maharishi Mahesh Yogi)

Or maybe this one is more appropriate for the oak picture:

This wildflower in the forest near the “shack” intrigued me for the same reason.  The beauty is already there inside, inherent.  The potential was there at its very creation.  There is nothing this flower needs to do but allow itself to open.

Does that not make you want to do a crazy-person giggle/clap/dance thing?  No?  That is good.  Someone should maintain sanity. 

So, I did have something thoughtful and rather melancholy to post.  But how in the world could I, with these S’mores-’round-the-campfire pictures from this weekend sitting on my memory card?  

And that’s it…  neither wordy, sappy, airy-fairy, nor smart-ass.  How disappointing.

Just really, really cute.

p.s.  I have mad marshmallow roasting skills.  I just needed you to know. 

Maaad skills.  And, that is all.