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I've inherited tackle box tool boxes.  I actually don't know what they are.  I believe they were tool boxes to begin with (I mean, being sold as such), as the original one says something about tools in the name, but they were only used as tackle boxes.  I'm not surprised as my paternal grandmother used some tatting shuttle for trot lines, because she was crafty that way.   The first is navy blue & was used by my paternal grandparents for their fishing, at least in the early days, as I'm sure they upgraded at some point.  Dad took that home with him the last time we were up there.  Now, I have dismantled it & salvaged any fishin' gear that we might use & chucked the rest.  It is now my tool box.   Came across dad's first tackle box in the garage recently.  I have dismantled that, washed it out (just like the other) & now it is my art box.  Didn't salvage much from it, but a few lures, because they are from the 60...

 I find humans to be so strange.  While I'm fine that my views don't really seem to match theirs (or correctly?), it's how we simply can't wrap our heads around each other that I find impossible to understand. Lil' Small & I were watching The Witches of Eastwick the other night.  I'd seen it as a kid & let me tell you I did not get any of the sexual references then (or the words of pussy , dick , or fuck ).  Anyways, there were scenes I did remember like him cursing them while playing their video of their fears on twelve hundred televisions, or them playing tennis, or him being cursed throughout the town.   It came to the part where they no longer want him around.  They just ignore him.  I said, "Man, that's just wrong, they did him wrong...." Lil' Small laughed & said, "You'll always side with The Devil won't you?!" Well... maybe not always, but in this instance, yes. So, they conjured him.  They invited him. ...

I'm talkin' girl talk here.  I may spend a lot of time in guy land, & find relative comfort there, but I do come standard with the girl parts, so...  inevitable things occur.  I'm not even certain if I'm all woman really.  No... I'm talkin' part android or demon or something.  Simply because I come at things in a very unlady like & different fashion basically.  But let's just dive in, shall we?  Yes, lets... So... the change is a-happenin'. What is it? Some unknown stage of peri-menopause, because Menopause is when you're actually done with the change? Yeah?  I also say unknown, because in that true android/demon fashion, I don't see lady doctors.   I don't know women who haven't gone to a gynecologist at least once.  Even if it's not for contraceptives or getting pregnant, but simply because it's what you do.  Basically for me, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.  Besides the fact that I don't have health insur...