Live from the Artists Den: Kid Rock - "Rock N Roll Jesus"

Oh, here’s the hard part of my day…it’s time to say good night, my love, and I don’t want to yet. I never do. Blasted sleep needs! I thank God, though, that my pre-slumber thoughts, my dreams, & my upon awakening thoughts are always of you, sweetheart. And how do you do it? You always get me to smile. I love how you do that to me, my Beloved. Your cowboy boots, especially with the extra bullet holder thingys (smart cowboy thinking) are hott. Your bell zippered bottomed red, white, & blue make my heart beat proudly, boldly and pitter patter fast. And I bet your accessories are fun to shoot. I sigh deeply, so peacefully, at your sitting in my favorite type white porch rocking chair with sunflowers of my favorite perfect flower color contrast purple combination I’m more of a side of the road pickin’ natural vs. manicured flower gal with your gorgeous guitar…and did I mention you? While we already share many beautiful memories, my dream of listening to you play your guitar on the porch while rocking in our chairs through our years is already at the top of my favorites list. Thank you, my joy, my life, my inspiration, for creating and giving to me a picture of true and pure joy, showing me how it can be, helping me to not stop believing. Do you know what you do to me? Good, because I don’t. I’ve never felt this way before…the way I feel with you. Knowing, forgiving, and loving our hearts as we do now…some people do…some people do. Good night, my Angel. May you feel my love surround you…supporting your deep breathing, calming your mind and body from today’s activities, pushing away thoughts of tomorrow’s to do…and feel me deep and solid in the solace of your strong, gracious, courageous, kind, sweet, bold, and loving beating heart. Sweet Dreams, my Beloved, Sweet Dreams.

My brother, Sonya, & I spent the evening together healing. My brother apologized for his holding me to his high forgetting I’m human expectations; I apologized for my doing the same to him. We are stronger, more bonded, in times like these. We laughed over our wood supply strategy shortly after we first met & lived where the wood burning stove was the only way to financially go. Some wood we would find for free. Neville Log Homes (south of Victor; now defunct with the timber industry losses & restricted new home building) was our pot of gold. I drove my 1993 white Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo V8, my dream vehicle during all 12+ years I had her. I bought her used, solo negotiated her pricing, & we road tripped many a time & place throughout the U.S. She had over 375,000 miles when we parted ways. Trusted & true. That’s why I’m a Jeep gal. SRTW, with his excellent spacial relations & me, well, you know me, we filled the Jeep to the hilt...it was an intricate puzzle of wood maximization once each month for, bless them, $5 for the rounds & end pieces. Then we’d split & stack; he was a better chopper than me, but I’d do some. I was a good picker upper stacker. We both enjoyed laughing. We’ve been through many a tough & tight time together, but we’ve had a lot of fun, too, along the way. He’s now comfortably sleeping, healing from his month long, moved 6 times last one being maximum security but the safest, most focused part of his stay. I see to where his writing artistry has expanded; his screenplay is brilliant, timely & funny.

I found a picture of my princess castle in the Sapphires (but the additional pictures selection doesn’t seem to work), but you can see where I was last night, where standing on the picture porch, I saw the most beautiful purple sky ever as I gazed over the meadows towards the Bitterroots & new moon . The property’s for sale through MT Westgate Realty (MLS #51480; 680 Home Stretch, Stevi), thus the picture. The barn guest house is to the right (outside of the picture). 30Vet said if it was in a different location he’d have his own cab service with his friends delivering his T. Again, his words; my full on laughter. I was just outside & I saw a needs a little work but beautiful light blue Thunderbird drive by. I have no idea what year, etc., but I smiled because I didn’t need a license plate to help me. :) My roommate drove with his girlfriend & Sonya to her house. I held my ground this morning and they were nice; I am no longer angry or hurt (but I took some time to sit quietly to breathe deeply and forgive). I’m going to bike to Super 1 for toilet paper (would you rather I had mentioned something about my toenails?) but I guess I bike for a lot…car parts, TP, groceries, etc., then I’ll head back to 318 for my moving meditation and to listen to my sweet angel sing to me. P.S. Library staff just laid a book on my table they would shelve after I leave because they are kind & don’t want to disturb me while I sit at my table in the oversized book section. The book is Hemi Muscle Cars. Were you winking at me? I’m checking it out & will pick it up on my way back from the store. Let the geekdom continue :) P.P.S. As I checked out the book, the library gals started talking cars, educating me more, & crackin’ me up talking about their love & knowledge of old cars. P.P.S.S. I love you, my Angel. I hope you're smiling your gorgeous smile...wink, wink.

Good morning, Angel!!! I wanted to send you an air kiss this morning (at least morning still in my time zone) to wake you and welcome you to your Thrilling Thursday!!! I hope your day is filled with happiness, fun, and thrills around every corner. Did you sleep well, sweetheart? I do so hope you feel rested and ready for your blessed day. I’m smiling seeing your sweet smile everywhere I look. I hear your enchanting laughter and I feel the strength and beauty of your heart with every breath I take.

It indeed did turn out to be the loveliest MT I’ve ever had! The party was a democratic fundraiser for 2 local politicians at the perfect princess castle, the most exquisite place I have ever seen here…well, in most places. Alright, I’ll fess up. I didn’t feel it important before but a little Anna nugget is, yes, I love sports…watching, playing, talking about…but, wait…here it is…(big sigh)…I also watch a lot of HGTV. Ok, I said it. And this place beat the shit out of every single place I’ve seen thus far. The band was colorful (nice in white Stevi) and played progressive jazz. They 3D killed it. 30 year old vet [uploaded] gave us a tour of the absolutely exquisite house of hand-laid stone with no mortar to be seen, the most phenomenal art wooden and wrought iron staircase, wooden sculpture structures, a waterfall in the bathroom, perfect music composing room…she took 12 years to do all the work herself…I am speechless and breathless and I thanked Him for such a lovely evening. Of course, I spoke with one of the county commissioner candidates. Well-balanced proud of his granddaughter & her first teaching K-5 special education Stevi teaching job man who has 40 years of bring people to common ground experience in government wants to run now because there’s too much divisiveness kinda candidate. A good man. Q & I are at the Full Moon briefly & then back to his house. I’ll probably crash on his couch tonight. He took good care of me tonight. A proper gentleman ensuring I was ok and accounted for. I had fun, felt safe, and my I am not getting into all this drama happy. I was with you in my thoughts all evening.