It has been some time since I have been a devoted blogger here on Xanga, but I will always consider it my first online “home.” Thank you all for being there for me during what were very trying times in my personal life. Whether you knew it or not, I was in a living hell in my personal life while I was blogging here. You all helped me keep sane and were part of what helped me stay alive on this planet. The Pirate Queen has traded out this ship for other vessels. If you would like to follow me on my journeys, or just to stay in contact, my email address is cynarajane@gmail.com. My Facebook is under the name of Lisa Crawford Geiger. I’d love to have me Scurvy Dogs and Salty Wenches with me for the rest of my sailing. What is a Pirate Queen without her crew? Lonely, that’s what.

This has been home, but like everything else, change is the constant. Home is where the heart is, anyway, right?

Much love.

CynaraJane 

EDIT: My Blogger Blog

Posting this for my friend, Miguel.

Count Chocula Marshmallow Treats

Recipe HERE.

Anyone still on here? Getting a bit nostalgic and looking through old posts. It’s making me want to start blogging again…if I could find the time. May have to make the time. That remains to be seen, I guess…

Photo I took today, thought I’d share:

The Pirate Queen misses you all! Well, except for you (you know who you are).

Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me heartys. As yer Pirate Queen I would be remiss if I didna let ye know about ‘t.

I found somethin’ interestin’ while perusin’ th’ internets today…I want t’ stay at this hotel in New York, called appropriately “The Jane.” Check ou’ the’r “Do Nay Disturb” signs:

Now I`ll be off t’ be seein’ me mother at th’ hospital soon. She be doin’ better now, an’ will soon be sportin’ a new peg-leg. I told th’ lass’ she`s a true seafarin’ hearty now, t’ which she replied, “Aargh!” `Tis good t’ know she has her sense o’ humor back. ‘Tis a good sign.

Good tide t’ one an’ all!

Today is the day that they are amputating my mother’s leg. Well, part of her leg, not sure how much. Somewhere below the knee is all we’ve been told. I am hoping to take my daughter’s laptop with me to the hospital so I can update as necessary.

I’m freaked out, but not as much as my mother is/will be.

I hate this.

UPDATE: Mid-calf amputation, more pain than anyone should have to endure, and she is so out of it she doesn’t realize half her leg is gone. The surgeon was an ASSHOLE, too. The doctor did not give a consultation before the surgery and never came out to speak with the family afterward until he was called several times by several different parties. Then he was flippant with us when he finally spoke with us. He is so going to be reported.