Friday, December 31, 2010

~~Arizona, the Wild, Wild West~~ (part one)

Arizona creates so many "bucket list" opportunities.  I think the only thing it doesn't have to offer is ocean front property (just ask George Strait about that).  

Tombstone, founded in 1877 by prospector Ed Schieffelin, who staying at what was then called Camp Huachuca (wa-chu-ka) as part of a scouting expedition against the Chiricahua (chir-i-cow-uh) Apaches.   During his time there he ventured out into the wilderness "looking for rocks,"  ignoring the warnings he received from the soldiers at the camp.   They told him, "Ed, the only stone you will find out there will be your tombstone".   Well, Ed did find his stone. And it was Silver.  So, remembering the words of warning from the soldiers, he named his first mine The Tombstone.



 









~~Thoughts on the Final Day of 2010~~

If you follow this blog, you know that 2010 has been one of the most challenging years of my life.  I've discovered things that I never knew about my past....and there are still more questions than answers.

Yet, on this last day of the year, I truly have closed the door...and am staring at an open window.  I feel optimistic and quietly excited about the future.  

~~Thank you, friends, for your loving support~~


I am grateful that all the negativity of the past has passed.  The best is left for me.  Now is the time to focus on building the life I want...not the life that was handed to me....


~~I choose to surround myself with those who love me and those I love
...and you know who you are~~ 

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

~~Closing the Door....and Opening the Window~~

On this day, December 28, 2010,  I write this...and this shall and forever be my final missive regarding the person that helped me become the "Phunny" that I am.  (Sometimes, I am grateful, indeed....)

Below is the final words written/spoken about him.  And here I will correct the many "omissions."  And yes...lying by omission is lying.

John Parisotto (1943 - 2010)


John Parisotto, 67, of Belleville, Ill., born May 16, 1943, in Springfield, Ill., died Saturday, Dec. 18, 2010, at his home in Belleville, Ill.

He was preceded in death by his wife of 40 years, Ruth, Marie Boll, Parisotto, who passed away April 11, 2006; and a grandchild, Amanda Leigh Parisotto.

Surviving are his son, Americo "Ric" (Diane) Parisotto of Belleville, Ill.; daughter, Martha "Mimi" Parisotto; grandchild, Amy Marie Parisotto; four step grandchildren, Heather, Matthew, Amanda and Nicole McNeeley; and five step great-grandchildren.

Special thanks to the PSOP Senior Councilor for all her support she has given him since his wife's death and being there in his time of need, a very special thanks to Hospice of Southern Illinois for all they have done for the family.

Funeral: John served proudly in U.S. Navy. Burial with full military rites will be held at 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday, Dec. 21, 2010, at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery in St. Louis, Mo.
 
 
 
The corrections.....
 
~~ No mention of my mother...that never was. 

~~ Ric and John have been estranged for years.  (Before John got sick and they moved in.)

~~ I have not spoken to these "people" in 30 years, and all parental rights were terminated by the state of Illinois, so I am NOT his daughter.

~~ Amy was adopted out as a baby.  Her name has been changed, so she is not the grand-daughter.

~~ Oh...and phinally...all four of the grandchildren mentioned were taken away and put into foster care!!



I sense some bitterness in this tome and release it now.....  


~~The worst has passed; the best is left~~
 

 

Thursday, December 16, 2010

~~The Final Guantlet~~

John Wayne Parisotto will be dead soon...probably within days.  I have a current picture of him, but won't post it, as it will only stir negative emotions for anyone viewing.

Someone was able to snap this picture of me when I was 17.  John keeps it hung above the recliner in which he lives...and in which he shall die.



....thru torture to triumph....
 

Monday, December 6, 2010

~~Stereotypes~~

I went to the Tempe Arts Festival this year.  I was already annoyed that the town CHARGES to park and was gifting parking tickets to PATRONS. 'Tis the season. 

So...I parked a mile away.  I was walking to the festivities and observed someone "talking" someone into a basic parking space.  "A little to the right....now back a little....back a little more... now over just a bit....Good job!"  That just pissed me off. 

I know about stereotypes.  Stereotypes are stereotypes because they are TRUE.

Therefore, I said out loud, "If that is a woman driving, I am going to punch her in the phucking face!"


...........................................................................................sho' nuff.....