can i just jumble this thing? you botherasking now?, you say? it is a jumble, ain't it. you are so forbearing. is that the word? maybe you just skip over the jumbles. good on ya. 
i didn't edit any images and my desktop is scattered with them so it sometimes just quits but i just want to keep on, keep on what i don't know. life's ajumble, no?
we're all siblings worried about mom.
when i was a pothead teen we were in a bad crash on the kennedy coming back from aunt pat's and went to mercy where my stepdad did an intervention on mom and by extension me and my siblings. it has been this way 44 years and now we wanna do an intervention on ma but we are bamboozled and she's in godforsaken florida. 
god forgive me telling this to strangers. there's really no strangers here. this is my g-d blog, dog. you never know what you are gonna find in a dog, in a crash, in you're mom, in your own secret blogosphere. 
this is not what i meant to say precisely.
please, you know what i mean about mom? i think of the random nature of a crash, that leaves us all never to be again the same.
mom, we love you, we don't know what to do, i mean mother earth too.