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| I've tried to deny this ever happened to me, but my best friend, Laurie, won't let me. It was in the early 80's. It was a Friday night and she and I were going to our favorite bar, Nitro's. We had met up with a couple of guys a few weeks prior. The one guy I liked, Larry, lived only six blocks away from me. His friend, Rick, took and shine to Laurie. I had received a haircut that day from my mother. I had always had my hair short, both out of necessity and ease of care. I don't walk like normal people because of medical issues with my body. Coupling this, with the events that were to occur that night, made for one sorry woman. We arrived at the bar around 8:45. Both Larry and Rick said they'd be there around 9:00. Instead of a table, we sat at the bar. It was easier for me to get on the bar stool if there was a bit of ledge. I could place my foot there and boost myself up. We each ordered a drink and just chatted while the day rolled off our backs. Some people came up and talked with us. We were even invited to another guy's table. We graciously declined. We were near the bar's entrance, so we could see who was coming in. I excused myself and returned a few minutes later. By this time, the guys had arrived and were talking to Laurie. I walked right past both of them. Neither one acknowledged me. In fact, I heard Larry ask Laurie where I was. This angered me so much that I began to drink quite a bit. By the time Larry acknowledged me, I had already drank, a Mai Tai, a Peppermint Schnapps, a Tootsie Roll, a Slow Gin Fizz, a Tequila Sunset, and finally a White Russian. I tried, to the best of my ability, to keep my faculties in check. Larry came over after I had the last drink and apologized for the snub. He didn't recognize me with my haircut. Laurie and I left around 1:00 to go home. By this time, I wasn't feeling well. We arrived back at my parents home around 1:45. I thought I'd be ok getting into the house. Luckily, Laurie stayed a while. I'm glad she did because, if she hadn't, I don't know what would have happened. I took my keyring out of my purse before we arrived at the house. I noticed that nobody remembered to put the porch light on. After opening the car door, I exited the car and wobbled up to the front porch. I slowly took each step and when I reached the porch, my keyring dropped into the bushes. I didn't see well when I was sober. Trying to locate the hidden keyring was next to impossible. While I tried to find the keys, I tripped and sat down on my derriere like a graceful pig. I began to cry for fear of not finding them,. Every time I tried to get up, I'd fall right back down again. After doing this three times, Laurie was able to locate the keys. I said "Thank You" and she drove off after I was safely in the house. The moral of this story is:If you're going out at night, leave a light on so you can get back in. |
Both ACE  and WorkInProgress awake on their own. They don't wake me up. They leave to go school. ACE returns and serves me breakfast in bed. It consists of a glass of cranberry juice,a mug of hot chocolate, a plate of French Toast and bacon., and a half of grapefruit w/Sweet & Low. I get out of bed and go to brush my teeth, and notice the hot bubble bath awaiting me. I soak in the tub for almost an hour. When I get out and dry off, I find a new outfit laid out on the bed. I put it on and it fits. While I'm admiring the outfit, my husband asks if I like it. I say "yes"He goes downstairs and does the dishes and then gets on the computer. At 1:00, my husband helps me with my coay. I ask where we are going. He says to my favorite restaurant for lunch-Olive Garden. After lunch, we go to the library and I pick out four books to read. We return home and I find a quiet spot and begin to read. ACE goes to pick upWorkInProgress from School. They return home and WorkInProgress shows me his report card which has all "A"'s. He does his homework and we get ready to go out again.We return to the library so WorkInProgress can check out some books.We are all hungry. We go to Applebees. We order our favorite dishes and even dessert. After we eat dinner, we go to Hollywood Video and each of us get the video we want to watch. I getThe Help, WorkInProgress gets Harry Potter, and ACE getsThe Beverly Hillbillies. After we watch the videos, we all retire for the night. What a Perfect Day! |
| This prompt really threw me for a loop. I had to wrack my brain to think of something. There have been times where something has happened to me and someone else stepped in. The difference is they wanted to. It saved my life. There was a incident where one of my best friends would have been in danger if I didn't step in. My late friend, Bill, was in a power wheelchair due to contracting polio when he was a child. He always had to have someone take of his needs, 24/7. Back in 1984, he almost died due to respiratory failure . Because of that, he had to have someone there always. His attendant t the time, Don, claimed to be very religious. I have no problem with that. However, this one time, Don wanted to go on an overnight retreat. What Don didn't do was arrange for someone to take his place. When I heard from Bill about the situation, I was livid. Bill thought he'd be all right for one night. Due to the incident in 1984, he had to be on a ventilator during the night. I told Bill that I would stay with him and help him in any way possible. It turned out that during the night, Bill began gasping and choking. I went in his room. I had to suction his lungs out, After a few tense minutes, he was breathing better. I was quite scared. When Don returned the next day, I lambasted him with both barrels. Sadly, Bill died almost seven years ago. Don has moved on to parts unknown. My heart has a deep, huge hole in it. |
| Colored eggs make me think of Easters in the past. All four of our baskets were sitting on the kitchen table brimming with candy and eggs we dyed a few days earlier. Somehow, my mother would remember who colored which egg. We all would have a big, solid chocolate bunny from Sanders or Fanny Farmer's. There would be jelly beans, smaller chocolate eggs wrapped in colored foil, and marshmallow bunnies. Peeps and all thesed little gifts weren't out then. On Easter Sunday, we were allowed to eat a bit of candy before we attended Mass. After we returned from Mass, we'd go either to my grandmother's or another relatives' home for Easter dinner. Every time I hear the song A rainy Night in Georgia, by Brook Benton, it carries me back to Easter, 1970. That was the last Easter we would have at that house. They would move in June of that year. After the adults played numerous games of pinochle, we'd get ready o go home. I can see my uncle carrying his youngest daughter, Patty to the car. It was pouring rain and us kids were sleeping. Patty had white curly hair. She was wearing a bright, yellow spring coat. Sorry for veering off topic. I just wish I could relive those days again.On Easter, 1972, our cockapoo, Sandy, jumped on me while I was laying on the couch. I was discharged that day from the hospital after having six staples placed in my right knee to make it stop growing so the left could catch up. Sandy was trying to bite a fly that was buzzing around me. My Easter basket was next to me on a TV tray. I had a cast that went from above the knee to my ankle. It was very heavy. For me, colored eggs=memories. |
| I felt like a grown up on the night of March 8, 1987. It was on that evening, after my parents left, that I felt exhilaration. My father thought I wouldn't last a month. He thought I'dcall them back and want to move back home. That wasn't the case. I was excited, exhilerated, . I danced. I sang, and I stayed up late. I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted. I did feel cut off somewhat. My phone wouldn't be operational for two days. When I finally heard the dial tone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was among friends. Skip Boo, here I come. For those who never heard of Skip Boo, it's a card game. Bowls of buttered popcorn, big bottles of pop, friendly bantor, and talking smack about who would win were a daily occurancce. Thee were five of us who would put out glass jugs of sun tea. We would take turns going to each others front yards and just sit and chat. Two of my friends were in powered wheelchairs. One was from Muscular Dystrophy{Duchene's}, and the other was polio. The two ladies smoked. As a matter of fact, all four of my friends smoked. Aryel, who we called"Ma", was a jewel. I loved her very much. I considered her my third grandmother. She passed away in 1999, due to heart failure. Donna, the lady who lived across from me, passed away from lung cancer in 1998. Jerry, also known as "Squirrel" was wheelchair bound due to Muscular Dystrophy. He passed away in1993. Bill, the friend who badgered me into putting an application in this complex, passed on April 13, 2006, my birthday. He had post polio syndrome. I miss all four of them. They helped me transition from disdain and discord to freedom.I Love and Miss You All!  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| When I think of the word green, many images appear in my mind. Green grass, a box of Crayola crayons, a head of lettuce, lime jello, eyes, money. I would love to have the last one and lots of it. Another thingI just remembered was green pool water. My family went on a summer vacation. We had a 3' above ground pool. It was covered when we left. When we returned, the cover was half off and we knew something was amiss.The mess was caused vy neighborhood bullies that lived in the neighborhood. They took fruit from the trees of another neighbor and dumped them in our pool. GROSS! I like broccoli, peas, lettuce, and beans. So I'm getting my greens, Cindy. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Just before the sand man blinds me for a night of restless sleep, I think about the fact that I made the worst mistake in my life. To compound this mistake, I've sentenced myself to eighteen long years of tension, stress, anger, disappointment, sadness, and lastly, loneliness. The reason I say eighteen years is because it will be at that time when my son turns eighteen. Since his birthday is in January, I'll wait until he completes high school. That will be, God willing, in June of that year. The day after he graduates, I'll serve divorce papers on my husband. My husband and I came from two different types of relationships. He was raised in a home where his mother didn't work outside the home. She didn't drive. She probably never had a thought of her own. Her husband, my husband's father, ruled the roost with an iron hand regarding women. He was the father of three. My husband is the oldest. Four years later there was a girl. One year after her birth another daughter was born. To add to the family of five, my husband's paternal grandparents lived with the family. They stayed until their deaths. I don't know, to this day, why the grandparents lived with them. My husband doesn't either. My in-laws were deceased long before I met my husband. Because of this, I was unable to ask questions. He doesn't keep in contact with extended family. All of my outlets are closed. Many times I feel like I'm in a whirlpool with no way out. I'm the one worrying about the goings on for the day/week/month. I'm the one making the phone calls, scheduling appointments, worrying if we have enough money to make for the next week. I'm the one who had the stroke last year. Does anyone in this group take that into consideration? Besides me, does anyone else in this family want to minimize my stress level? I can tell when I didn't sleep well. I didn't dream. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I would say that I am for the destination rather than the journey. The reason for this is my life has been a rough, torturous journey for the past decades. I feel that I'm on an endless journey of life. I have had roads and valleys that have been traveled hard and fast. If the destination is sweet, take me there so I can relax. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Everyone knows that you can't live without air, water, warmth, shelter, and food. Out of those, I choose water. I've been without anything to drink for two or three days. Not my choice. It was last year when I had my stroke. My mouth felt like a desert. My lips were quite dry. My throat ached for liquid. I had air. I had shelter. I had clothes. I would say water. I felt like Moses in the desert, with no mirage in sight. Don't deprive me of water. I'll turn into a bear if you do. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| This prompt didn't specify only one plce, so I'm going to reveal the places I'd love to visit. The first place is in our own country. I've wanted to go to Hawaii ever since I could remember. Someone who had visited that state, told me"You don't want to go there." How does he know? In fact, I do want to go there. I want to see Pearl Harbor, Diamond Head, The Arizona Memorial, and other sites. I already know what pineapple tastes like. I'd like to taste Poi, go to a Luau, have a Lay on my neck. I'd love to go during the winter. I can't stand cold weather. I'm sure living there is quite costly. If it wasn't for that, I'd seriously think of living there. The second place I'd like to visit is Italy. I love Italian food. I'm Polish. I like certain Polish food, but give me Italian, and I'm in Heaven. I know that to visit Italy, that requires a great deal of walking. I am the type of person that doesn't allow much to deter what I want to do or where I want to go. I'm sure there would be a solution to this wrinkle in the plan. After the events of today, and the election of a new pope, being near the Vatican on such a special and historic day. Being in St. Peter's Square and to visit the churches are once in lifetime event. I'm a member of the human race. I have the right to go where I choose to go. The only thing stopping me is money or the lack of. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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