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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I thought this was tough to start the first time....Don't worry I'll get it right SOME day.  Always there are nay-sayers. Just stick to your ideals. Hold fast to those dreams. Don't let go. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Inside each human is a shining core. It's where we draw our inspirations from, where our strengths come from. Sometimes we let our shining core get tarnished and we cannot access it as easily. When this happens all you need is a soft cloth of Love of Life, a jar of Inner Child Rub and polish that shining core right back to where it should be. You just have to believe. While on the road to Texas, I had to do some serious polishing. Mental exhaustion, physical stiffness and my muscles screaming at me to just quit doing ANYTHING. We intended to do this drive in one straight shot. Young, strong, foolish but firm in our intentions. We had left New Mexico and were in Texas feeling pretty good about the miles driven and the time it took. Okay, it helped that the speed limit was 75 MPH. Gotta love that huh? Up ahead were mountains that melted into the sky line. Billowing clouds made it seem as if we would be driving off the planet and into a mystical land. We took inadequate pictures using cell phones (ew) but that feeling of going into Elsewhere was refreshing. B*A*M Nice clouds got together and wanted to party. They rubbed each other the wrong way I guess. We were driving into Noah's Flood. Now I had obtained, from friends in Phoenix, a plastic tarp and a webbed net to tie the stuff in the truck bed down. Please understand that I don't do this for a living. I felt pretty good that I got anything tied down with no hooks left dangling. Okay so tarp didn't completely cover the entire truck bed....>sigh<....and we had to drive through a deluge. Repeat after me: Stuff doesn't matter - people and puppies do! I knew the stuff was getting wet. Stuff like a vacuum cleaner, books and things not meant to be immersed in water. I knew it, yet we had to keep going. Lightening streaked past our sight, thunder crunched our hearing and all four of us were getting wound tighter than a eighty year old woman's perm. We drove until we hit Sonora - wait...isn't Sonora in MEXICO? Panic ensued. We had gotten completely turned around and had gone to MEXICO! Nope - Texas has a Sonora. Weird huh? The storm had pretty much cried itself out by then. We were exhausted. Try to keep a huge pickup on the road with gusting winds that loved to grab at the stuff piled in the back. Yeah - we had to stop for the night. Found a hotel and I hopped out to ask if there was a room that: A. Was available B. Would take dogs without having a cage to put em in "Hi! We need a room for tonight. We also have two dogs, cages yes but inaccessible. Please help us!" "Sorry. We have pet rooms but..." First girl starts off. Older lady comes up and tells her to wait, go to another screen. "We can give you a suite but it is usually $145.00 per night." My heart almost gave out. We just didn't have that much money to spend on one room for one night. This was no four star hotel either, which meant nothing we would be able to find would be less. "I'm sorry. We can't afford to..." "Hang on sweetie. If we put this guy in room blah blah blah, we can cut the rate and show one person occupancy with one dog. This would knock the price down to $100.00 with tax." Okay fifty dollars each, this we had and it would cut into my gas money but both drivers were exhausted. Sleeping in the truck which was so over-packed even the driver was squished, just wasn't an option. We took the room and I thanked the lady who had accommodated us. Now all we had to do was get a good night's sleep. R-R-R-K-K...glitch of course. My roomie has allergies and when they kick in so does her asthma. She started wheezing and coughing. This sucked. She had to sit up all night just to breath. This meant I had to sleep hard and fast so I could drive the rest of the way on the next day. Dogs had no problem sleeping stretched out on MY BED - BOTH OF THEM. I couldn't blame them as they had traveled all squeezed up in the back seat of the truck. I went to sleep BELIEVING this journey was going to be over soon. I believed that we could do this successfully. I believed that the stuff in the truck wouldn't get soaked or stolen while we slept. Sometimes you have to kick those beliefs (childlike maybe but what the hey) in the ass and pull em out, screaming and kicking into the foreground of your mind. We overslept - all of us. Had meant to be back on the road by 6:00 AM. Woke up at 8:15 AM. Damn. Time to kick it and get moving. None of us were jumping up and down about this, but we moved it. Dogs got a hurry up potty walk. By now they were getting used to this getting into the truck and we got used to each dog's particular method of entry. CC always was put in first. Dew won't do anything unless he has his CC right there. CC is too heavy to pick up (we found this out - ouch) so we had to let her jump up to the driver's side floor, climb to the seat then jump into the back. Dew - just open the back door and move the one huge bag of clothes. Texas - ah - what strangeness there is here now! Next entry I'll tell you some of the absolute WEIRDNESS in this state. The driver's are certainly more sane than those in Arizona however. The trip was being accomplished by following these: A) BELIEVE B) SHINE UP MY CORE C) DO IT D) LAUGH |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WHOO HOOO - I am the Intrepid Traveler! I made a new sight just to show you all.  Intrepid.com is THE place to be in. You will drench yourself in resolute fearlessness, fortitude, and endurance at Intrepid.com. I know I did.Okay, now packing up the back of Dodge Ram truck [extended cab] is not that overwhelming do you think? Nah...welllll....unless you just drove back and forth delivering your roomies stuff, and it is now 10:00 PM at night and dark out. That makes it all more challenging to figure out where the stuff remaining will go. Some people can eyeball physical space and KNOW how much stuff will fit in that area. I just happen to not be one of those people. So now I have two HUGE doggie carriers shoved in, the wire cage is packed inside it's guts with soft squishee stuff that I could shove through the doggie open/close door. The other doggie carrier is one of those big plastic (ugly tan color - ew) that unscrews. Did that turned top upside down to fit inside bottom and proceeded to fill with small boxes. Stood back and looked. Looked at what was left. Looked back at the truck bed. Something had to give. No way was all that was left gonna fit in that suddenly-got-smaller space. Well the complex dumpsters still had some room. >sigh< Pared down by eliminating (translation: threw out) more stuff. The back seat in the truck was crammed and the seat was covered with blankies for two now very anxious dogs. Time to sleep for a bit then get on the road. OMG! I threw out the cushions! Floor sleeping is so not the way to start a big journey. >sigh< Managed about three hours of sleep. Got underway later than I wanted to but hey did get underway. I was driving the first leg of the journey (oh yeah - roomie came along to help and would fly out of Austin) and I spent my time drenching my sights with the Valley. The mountains, the fauna, the buildings, the stoopid drivers - well coulda left them out but in the Valley that's what they are - stoopid. We would take I-10 for over 800 miles. Leaving Phoenix you almost immediately start to climb. Better chew gum guys. POP-POP-POP! The I-10 that heads towards Tucson is interesting and in places down right awesome. Okay okay that wore off quickly on only three hours of sleep. Gotta love Mountain Dew. Puppies in the back seat - oh that was thrilling as neither had been in a vehicle this high. Getting them in alternated between cussing and laughing. I bought a bag of doggie treats - B*A*C*O*N - and while I do not advocate training a dog or people using food, I am not too good to do it. HEY these are LARGE dogs and can outsmart even me! Leashes, ha! They laugh at being leashed. We had to UNPACK part of the back seat just to get them in. Dew can leap very high, but he isn't a fan of INTO LEAPING. Nope. He likes his leaping OUT not IN. CC wasn't that hard as she is my garbage gut puppy. "FOOD? GIVE IT HERE!" Her method was to jump into the front seat on the drivers side, maneuver up to the seat, jump over the middle part and VOILA` - CC in truck, gobbling treat down. Here comes the 3-ring circus. Dew wants to be with CC, CC has finished her treat and wants out now. She made it twice too. Laughter interspersed with blue air cussing. Three hours of sleep, a marathon dog packing circus, three six packs of Mountain Dew but I felt so grateful we were on the road. The dogs - not so much. Whining ensued. Whimpers even - oh that was the roomie, she doesn't like how I drive a big truck. Saying good-bye Arizona. Hello brand new life in new state. Intrepid.com - you gotta visit that one! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **  Ah the adventure of travel, the excitement - the glory - the the...ARRRGHHHH! Getting to Texas involved giving away my Life. I actually enjoyed it and while others may well freak out about giving away "stuff" - I like doing that. I told myself and often that STUFF IS NOT IMPORTANT - PEOPLE ARE IMPORTANT (and PUPPIES). I found out about a Church in my old neighborhood that took 'donations' and then would sell them and use the money for the poor. Called up the Church and made arrangements to have Tony [very nice man, very small truck] to come pick up my donations. I gave away my furniture, my books, most of my stuff. I don't worry though, because I do know when you give you will receive back ten-fold. So, I had my stuff mostly taken care of and a lady who needed furniture bought my leather couch and recliner/footstool. I had money for gas and knew this move was going to happen. B*A*M The truck's engine overheating light pops up. A friend recommends his mechanic. Go to mechanic praying it is something small. Four hundred dollars later, now no gas money, the truck is fixed. Bonus is that the air conditioner for the truck works wonderfully. You know a whole lot of people would have laid down and quit about this point wouldn't they have? Ya, but I'm not a quitter. I'm a fighter. Keep in mind that at this point, my computer was already packed up so I couldn't jump on and email the guy who owns the truck. My roomie did that for me. You know you can't call a soldier in Iraq either. Okay - Life was getting a tad complicated, but fun. Again alot of folks would get stressed out and go nutsie about these challenges right? Ya - well I spent all of 5 minutes doing that and knew that going crazy was not going to resolve a thing. Chin up - Dig in - Get it done. Money came. Money for the trip was available. It was a green light, full sails ahead. Now to drive 17 hours to get to Killeen Texas, ahhh that was the next big step. I'll tell you about the trip itself in another entry, I promise. Today is about letting everyone know who they are up against when it comes to me. I will always keep going. I will always find a way. I will ALWAYS fight for what I know is right. Don't give up on big things or little problems even. Everyone is better than that. Quitters don't have any rights you see. Quitters give up their rights. They give them away. Well, take your rights back. If you have something in your Life that seems to big to solve - you have to know that YOU can do it. It can be solved. DISCLAIMER: This message was brought to you by A.N.Y.E.A. All chocolate donations can be mailed to Killeen Texas.  |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Hello everyone! Did ya all miss me? I are back! Yuppie I are! Nope - my english haddnut improved uther. How are y'all? HA! Threw that in so you guys knew I made it to TEXAS....NOW that's a story that trip. Just spent the last three days, however, trying to get this computer here to work with the Internet. Oh I was told it was hooked up to the Internet and all, due to the HUGE security alarming package wrapping this house up, but after three days and hours on the phone with the provider and shopping for new hardware to fix the problem - One Sire Gabriel fixed my prob in less than 2 seconds flat. "You don't have our high speed Internet service." "Say what?" "I am looking at the account and you do not have our high speed...." insert a gurgle and strangled shriek in here "Hook it up please." "Now?" "Um, yeah, NOW would be better than excellent and then you can be my NEWEST BESTEST friend!" "Uh, what's my second choice lady?" Anyway I got the internet back and am still fixing this 'puter that was in SORRRRYYYY condition when I got here. Ugly muggly condition actishisally. I got its probs mostly solved but now have to add bells and whistles to it so it is a safe toy. Don't want any unwanted crying squally Bytes running amuck or amok or even on the walls. HEY I GOT A SALAMANDER HERE! INSIDE THE HOUSE EVEN. Is that cool or what?? Sooo cute....OH and the puppies LOVE the fenced in back yard. Dew runs laps around the fence line and I just laugh at him. CC plays it cool and just cocks one eyebrow at his lap running then looks at me as if to say: "Sheesh mom can't you make him act more dignified?" HA! I just run with him and that makes CC NUTS! Funny. So, I'm back. What's new guys? Who has been doing what to whom and having a ton of fun doing it? Huh huh? Come on - spill your guts - you know you want to tell me! HA! |
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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Okay everyone take a deep calming breath...that's right - in and out. Slowly breathing - um hm...okay all calm now? Good. This isn't like earth shattering or anything but on the 17th of this month I'm severing my cable services. I need to pay these money suckers off before I move. Which only gives me one month and a couple of weeks. BUT - let me say this again just cuz it's fun - BUTT - I get free cable in Texas. The house has security and needs to have the Internet to keep it active or something like that. SO - when I get to Texas in late June I can pop back again. Won't that be sweet? Bugz wants me to *gasp* go to the library and use their 'puters and maybe I will, but my days off are supposed to be spent packing up and getting ready to move. 'sides which I was SUPPOSED to already be gone - remember? So see? Upside! Good news and all that. I'll be back just won't be able to update my blog or anything for a bit. This is cool though, cuz I just found some new filters for P.S. and am dying to play with them. You all will be the lookers on my new endeavors when I return. GUYS - it's only a month and a half - okay? BREATHE - calmly, slowly - BREATHE DAMN IT!  Lots will be going on while I'm away from here and it should take me a bit to get all caught up with everyone but hey - I'll have stuff to do when I get there right? More good news! Now, you guys will get at least one more entry before I take this vacation (sorta vacation). Any requests? Let's hear em. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Sorry but the word scares peop's. Quarks are fundamental matter particles that are constituents of neutrons and protons and other hadrons. There, got that out of the way. You needed to know right? Right. Moving past the Quark-mobile, we have the small matter of - matter. Peop's say "What's the matter with you?" Tell them your neutrons slammed into your protons creating havoc with your hadrons! That'll hold em. Stump em. Shut them up? Yeah, we'll go with that. Lots of peop's find Science 'SCARRRRYYYY'. HA! THE SEX LIFE OF AN ELECTRON (with an unhappy ending) One night when his charge was at full capacity, Micro Farad decided to get a cute little coil to discharge him. He picked up Millie Amp and took her for a ride on his megacycle. They rode across the wheat stone bridge, around the sine wave, and into the magnetic field next to the flowing current. Micro Farad, attracted by Millie's characteristic curve, soon had her field fully excited. He laid her on the ground potential, raised her frequency, lowered her resistance, and pulled out his high voltage probe. He inserted it in parallel and began to short circuit her shunt. Fully excited, Millie cried out, "ohm, ohm, give me mho". With his tube at maximum output and her coil vibrating from the current flow, her shunt soon reached maximum heat. The excessive current had shorted her shunt, and Micro's capacity was rapidly discharged, and every electron was drained off. They fluxed all night, tried various connections and hookings until his bar magnet had lost all of its strength, and he could no longer generate enough voltage to sustain his collapsing field. With his battery fully discharged, Micro was unable to excite his tickler, so they ended up reversing polarity and blowing each other's fuses. See? Even physics thingies have a sex life.  "Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love" -- Albert Einstein (1879-1955) [German physicist] Now all this shows everyone that they should pay more attention to matter. Small matter, large matter, negative matter, positive matter, no matter at all - pay attention! You may not be aware of it but matter - uh - matters! Yeah that's it! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** R  EDAMANCYRedamancy - A noun from around 1656 meaning act of loving in return Nice word isn't it? Using it in a sentence - Despite his lack of redamancy, her passion for him was unabated for several years. Won't be seeing that word in today's literature. It's too complex, too heavy, too too - or something like that. I like words that are "too too". Racoculous - slang for extremely ridiculous. Rankometrifyed - again slang for the most disgusting thing ever. So horrible, it is comical. Rogitate - lost word meaning to ask frequently. Now to use all of these in one sentence would be challenging for most people. Yes, I simply cannot see most people being able to use all four of them in one sentence. Perhaps in eight sentences but not one. Nope - don't see it happening. WAIT WAIT....this is a CREATIVE WRITING SITE! WHOO HOOO!!! I want to see someone - on this site that is - use all four in ONE sentence that makes sense. HA! Come on! I dare you! |
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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Today my wishes for you are; May you be with those who love you and appreciate who you are deep inside. May a gentle touch heal you. May the Winds of Change be gentle with you. May the wonder of Life never fail to amaze you. May you never walk through troubling times alone. May words never fail you. May the friends you have believe in you whether you agree with each other or not. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** looks up at rating given on the CB II - sees it's set to 18+ Okay so this is the deal. Eric W. and Tor have both done a Flash Fiction Friday - FFF...kinda cute huh? Both did really good writing. BUT WHERE ARE THE WOMEN'S WRITING??? Can't have this...SO-O-O...this is not a new one but I have 3/4 of 1/2 of a living brain cell tonight. This is what ya get okay? Simply Is It never crossed his mind to question why she did it. He just accepted that she had, and hoped it would happen again. His body was satiated, his mind tranquil, and he couldn't even open his eyes to look at her. The background noise was a philharmonic of every day noise tuned in a minor key. He was content, yes, content. She, on the other hand, couldn't stay still. She had jumped up and started to establish order. She picked up odds and ends, sorted and fiddled around until he was forced to open his eyes and ask her, "Hey what are you doing? Where did all this energy come from? I can hardly move!" Smiling at him in that enigmatic way women had, she just shook her head slightly and continued to fidget. He closed his eyes once more but now a slight frown crossed his brow. What if she was upset about something? Was it something he had done? Perhaps he had said too much or too little? With a slight groan he again opened his eyes and made the supreme effort to sit up. "Hon, it was totally wonderful! Come on now, sit down." he indicated that she should sit by him. When once again she moved away smiling slightly, he began to lose the blissful contentment he had been experiencing. After this latest experiment, he just couldn't lose her by not making an effort! He rose, his legs slightly wobbly and went to her, attempted to put his arms around her and hold her close. She, however evaded those arms, that touch, that hug and again moved away. Now her smile too had faded and keeping her head down she moved further into the room, away from him. "Sweetheart, whatever it is you can tell me!" he said, anxiety coloring his tone. "If I did something to hurt you in any way, please, love just tell me!" Finally she stopped, turned and faced him. "You didn't say thank you." she whispered. "T-Thank you?" his puzzlement was clear. "I guess I expected too much from you." This last said with more force and now she took a step toward him. "I guess I thought you would be different from the rest." "What do you mean, 'the rest'" he demanded, feeling very put out and jealousy reared. "The others that I've brought here of course. Did you think you were the only one I could do this for? What do you think I do for a living anyway?" Now tears of hurt outrage welled in her eyes. They stared at each other across the butcher block table, still loaded with the result of that gourmet meal she had made him, that he had consumed with so much enjoyment and each wondered, "Where can we go from here?" |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am standing on an Island and looking at the ships circling me. Those ships are friends who keep offering to send me life jackets, rescue boats, and all manner of help. My gratitude is heartfelt for the offers. My explanations for my refusals are not so black and white. Some would call it pride, which comes before the fall. Some may call it stubbornness, of which I have plenty. Personally, I just need - yes need - to solve these problems myself. I have to prove to me that I can do the fixing. I will do the fixing. I am totally responsible for the mess, and I intend to clean it up. To that end, today I finished "trashing out" the first floor of our townhouse apartment. I went through the dining room, packed the bookcase, took the table apart, threw out "stuff". I did the same with the kitchen and living room. The entire time I was doing this, filling garbage bags, packing boxes, I kept my mind locked down. "Don't think about this - just do it." I'm not close to done downstairs. I haven't tackled the artwork yet. I haven't looked at the pictures on the walls - yet. I received two original works of art from someone a long time ago, and while some would say I should have given them back, I just couldn't. The paintings are of two Bengal tigers. One is a large landscape and the other a complementary small portrait. The tigers look wild and not like a caged animal one would see in a zoo. Right now, I feel envious of them. Just paintings, I know this. They vibrate with the ferocity of freedom associated with big cats. Tigers are solitary animals for the most part. I've always loved that aspect. Free and solitary. Depending on themselves to survive. Wish that I were more like them. I read other blogs, other people with horrific problems and know I would not trade mine for theirs. I also would not wish my mess on anyone else. I want to let everyone know, that just the offers so many of you have made, keep my island from sinking into that sea. I want each of you to be aware that in a way you have rescued me, kept me from despair, from an isolation of grief. Oh, I will miss Arizona, the desert, the people (not the drivers however - they can stay here!) but some day, as it was pointed out to me, I can maybe return. My staying here at WdC means I get to enjoy you all. I appreciate that. Meanwhile, its back down I go, to tackle another job while my tigers keep a snarling look out. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Nice soft pastel colors not close to where my mind is right now at all.  So, I finally gave in and asked Scanny Leptic, you know my Fairly Gutmutter, for something. "Waz ya want?" "Um, I could use some help getting stuff packed up around here. So I wish for just that!" S*T*A*A*M*P*O*O*F I got this 'thing' to help me. Her name is ZanZay according to Scanny and you know what she does most? Her picture is  there. SHEESH! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I like to do things to unwind. Don't we all? One of the relaxing pastimes I enjoy is playing cards with ‘friends'. The card game we play mostly is Hearts. Ever play it? Deck of 52 cards, Queen of Spades is worth 30 points and each Heart is worth 1 point. The object is to either not take the Queen or any Hearts or Shoot the Moon - which means to take all of them. The person with the fewest points wins. The first person to 100 points or more - loses. Play starts by passing three cards - first to the West, next hand to the East, next to the North and finally the player must play the cards he or she has been dealt. Now the irony is, I have learned about these players over time and have gotten to know exactly how they will throw down. I can spot the person who is attempting to Shoot the Moon. Seating arrangements are always the same. I sit to the South, Pauline sits to the West (or to my left hand); Michele sits to the North (across from me) and good ole Ben sits to the East (on my right). Pauline is always cautious with her hands. If she holds middle cards and is passed the Queen of Spades on the first pass, she will attempt to rid her hand of one suite hoping some other player will keep playing that suite so that she may throw off the Queen. She is an easy person to figure out our Pauline. Michele is weak. If she manages to not take points in the first two rounds it is a miracle. Most games she loses. It is Ben that I mostly want to smack around. He is sly, he is a bluffer, he plays as if he is going to shoot the Moon then suddenly you find yourself the proud owner of that stooped Queen - worth 30 points. He is a worthy opponent and has caused me to stop the play on many occasions. I could hate the guy. He does bring spice to the table. Playing cards enables me to relax, unwind, and turn down the volume on my thoughts. I can almost reach a meditative state playing with these three. After a game it is time for me to bid them adieu and I close the window. Huh? OH - didn't I mention it earlier? The game is computer-generated folks! You figured I was actually sitting around playing cards with these people? Heck no. I gave up playing marathon poker a while back. It seems that gambling addictions run in the ole family and I do not care to join those ranks. If you play on your computer, one game, repeatedly, do you not assign personalities to the other computer-generated people? Why ever not? Makes the game so much more fun. I talk to these players as well! "Pauline, I know you have Hearts but do you have the Queen? I don't think you do girl!" "Damn - Ben you did it again didn't you? Quit it. G-r-r-r-r." I happen to be someone who likes people. I am somebody who likes the people, customs, and culture of other countries, or things from abroad which would make me a xenophile. Yes, that is your word for the day. It also happens to be one of those words that should be spelled 'zenofile'. Oh well, you get what you get with English. Use that word today and make people nuts. They will look at you as if you are speaking in a foreign language. HA! English is a foreign language to millions isn't it?  NOW - you all know I'm moving soon. You all know I have P.O.E.A. as well right? What? OH - That stands for Procrastination of Enormous Amounts. Well I was flopped on my couch tonight staring at my partially torn up dining room and wished I had a Fairy Godmother to come wave her magic wand. P*O*O*F ! ! ! ! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Who the HECK are YOU? Or what the heck...who and WHAT the heck are you?" "Me Scanny! Scanny Leptic. Ya maked a wish din't ya?" "I WISHED for a FAIRY GODMOTHER!" "Utoh...yer mumbley anyones tell ya dat? I be yer Fairly Gutmutter! I here to holp ya." "Help me WHAT? GEEZ - you stink...go stand over there would ya? Wayyyyy over there!" So it seems I have some sort of uh...Gutmutter. He is supposed to help grant me wishes to get my apartment packed up, everything ready for our big move. The puppies don't like him - hey I don't like him but I'm stuck with him...I'll let ya all know what Scanny does for me - or to me in the upcoming move. >sigh< and I do NOT mutter.... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My yclept is No-not-her-again. Y? See even if I do not type the useless "W-H" you knew what I meant. English. Y bother with all those extraneous letters? Look folks if our bodies are evolving (almost put 'involving' - HA) then shouldn't our language? Oh, yeah, it already is. Text messaging is seeing to that huh? Did you know that a Ya-Ya in the Philippines is a children's nurse? Now you do. So that book about the Ya-Ya Sisterhood - they used a term for nurse, do you think? Hm. Never got THAT out of the books. A yellow-breasted chat isn't two cowards talking either. Nope - it's a singing birdie! With a red breast. Kidding...it's pink. No? Yellow journalism, one of my pet peeves, came from the late 19th century supposedly. Yup, it came from the Yellow Kid cartoons done in yellow ink posted in the New York World. I went to check on any of the cartoons on the web...the kid looked like a monkey with no fur! I kid you not. You can see where this was going can't you? From Yellow Kid to Yellow Journalism? Logical leap to my way of thinking. I guess you had to be there. Did you know that 'youse' is the plural for two of you? This is just strange. Youse got what from him? Also, were you aware that an area can be yuppified? Yuppification - okay and who says our language does't grow and change? YUK. No matter the letter, silent or gutteral, caps or small, ALL letters have a place in some word, at some time don't they? Y? Go ask your Uncle Yellmos. Today they say to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. This festival is mainly for the Mexican and Chicano communities to celebrate a victory of the Mexican army battling the French. It is supposed to demonstrate to the entire world, that Mexico and Latin America are willing to defend themselves against foreign intervention. I could go on about my feelings on this, but won't at this time. Toad Suck Daze begins today as well. heehee...NO! I'm serious! It does! Look it up folks. BUT best of all.........wait for it...........wait...................it's............... National Chocolate Custard Day WHOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Yup new thingie. Now do NOT expect me to define the word cuz you know how to look stuff up - you are a WRITER! heehee Ever wonder who starts jokes? I mean someone must right? All those "A Priest, a Rabbi and a Minister walk into a bar..." and "Ever hear the one about..." and "Knock Knock..." - someone invented them. Ever wonder who? I do. So you are walking through Life and you see something for sale. You think, "I could have done that and a whole lot better!" The Thingie is racking in dough for someone. You could have been that someone. It should give you pause. Laying in bed, late at night/early in the morning you stare up at the ceiling and start counting scorpions - you wonder why paint was made with lead to begin with. Or, who got the ideas to use dead dino remains to make drugs. The human mind is made up of "stuff". Some now refer to it as "grey matter" but is it really? Grey that is? I also wonder if creativity breeds drinking and drug taking. All those actors/actresses addicted to things. Which came first, the creativity or the addiction? Physics teaches us (okay don't panic - no lecture now) that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Does that mean for every word a writer writes there is an opposite reaction? What would that be? Is that where Writers Block comes from? Hm. Question everything but leave time to play. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** You all know it's Spring right? So, let me ask Mommy Nature - WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? I mean, all the news I get is B*A*D news. The weather here is weirdness in action - first one hundred, then eighty-five, then seventy, then ninty-eight....whazzup Mom? KNOCK IT OFF PLEASE! Okay, I feel better. Yelling at Mother Nature just makes my day. Last night it took four Advil just so I could bend down to untie my shoes. I tell ya, a cashier should be exempt from Jury duty! Yeah, that's right. EXEMPT. We are so short handed already and now the courts are yanking our cashiers (okay just one) into Jury Duty. This makes the cash lanes all bunched up and long and peop's get all snarly and mean. Being the kind and gentle person I am - yeah okay shuddup - I spent over eight hours for the last three days, re-loading carts, shifting boxes, unloading shopping carts and scanning for "helpless" peop's. >sigh< Nothing was broken, only minor bruising and one arm only got sliced by cardboard. I suppose I should be thankful. GAK! Today we should have the full army of cashiers as COURTS ARE CLOSED ON SATURDAY! I think. I hope. PLUS....because I have worked overtime (IKEA does not approve overtime) they may let me go home EARLY!!! WHOO HOOOOOO....but probably not. I am a senior cashier (heehee...senior...that's cute huh?) The two ducks were out and about this morning. CC went on ENEMY ALERT! She drops flat, ears back and I am standing there thinking, "DAMN it...she is going throw herself hard and fast soon!" Did I tell ya that CC thinks she is a Mountain Lion? Yeah, it's complicated. Dew actually let a lady touch him this morning. I felt like yelling HOORAY..but that woulda just spooked Dew so I whispererd instead. On the news front - I will be moving soon. Yup. Anyone know anything about Killeen Texas? BESIDES that it is a military town that is. >sigh< I am still trying to wrap my mind around moving two dogs in a Dodge Ram Truck - extended cab of course. Would never put them in the bed of the truck - sheesh! Puppies and I are headed into new territory it seems, and it is hurting me something fierce that I have to leave the Valley. I love Arizona. But we gotta do what we gotta do to have a safe place for them and me. There you all happy I spilled my guts? Dang - work is in less than one hour and I'm sitting here in...well it sure wouldn't and couldn't be called a work uniform I'll tell ya that much! Okay let me amend that - IKEA wouldn't call it a work uniform. Sheesh. Enjoy the Springfullness of your day - if you have normal Springfulness that is. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ........words fail me. ANYEA HAS NO WORDS? YIKES ...nope...I am speechless... I logged into WdC to check any e-mails from peop's (gee you guys worry too much ya know?) and B*A*M You have received a gift from "RAOK Upgrade Brigade Group"! Now, you all KNOW I asked no one do this - right? You remember? Anyea said...no no no...do not do this thingie! Someone AGAIN did an end run....and now I have a 12 Month Upgraded Writing.Com Membership. >sigh< Peop's just don't listen and BUGZY QUIT LAUGHING! She cracked up when I texted her. Let me amend that. The first thing she types is "I DIDN'T DO IT!" That would make me suspicious, but I just know the Bugzter didn't do it. I live too close for comfort to her. HA! Not that I'm not thankful or anything - even I'm not that mean spirited....it's just...well...gosh....gee.... LOOK! SHE IS SPEECHLESS! Oh shuddup! I am terribly humbled though...wait can you put those two words together? I mean they don't look so good together...hmmmm.... Anyway back to my speechlessness.....whoever pulled this off...well thanks...I already said a very sweet Thank You to RAOK group. >sigh< It doesn't solve my immediate problems - but somehow, it helps me believe in something outside the chaos I'm going through. >sigh< Thanks again to both RAOK and whoever else was behind this - oooohhh and I KNOW someone else was behind this...heehee... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This is it. Down to blast off finally. Today, at noon, WdC time, my subscription to WdC ends. I am not renewing it, and have requested no one else do so for me. My life needs to be fixed. Financially, it is in ruins. I am not proud of the fact, but it is a fact. I will begin to par down all expenses and hopefully fix much that is wrong. Enough of that. I have composed, or began composing this letter over two weeks ago. I wrote in my head, on notepads at home and at work, and finally started pulling it together to post here today. Writing.com - I have been on this site for two years. I found the site by accident. I remember reading how you could get a month free by signing up. I did so, started looking around, investigated some of the options available to the free members and saw potential. My first port posting had me sick to my stomach, my hands shook, and I was terrified. What would happen? Would I be laughed at? Scorned? Or worse of all - ignored. Over the past two years, I have come to believe that the last is the nemesis of writers. "Don't ignore me. Don't ignore my writings." If you look now, at the top of this site's screen you will see those headers that by now all veterans mostly ignore. Getting Started Reading Writing Reviewing My adventure began by just clicking on each one. Just making it through the "Getting Started" was enough to give me pause. I could set up a portfolio how? I could create Items when? How many? How large? I had an introduction to me that I could create? It took me a while, but I figured out quite a bit of that aspect. Then I moved on to "Reading". I can't remember now, what piece I first read or who wrote it. I do remember the huge variety of items listed on this page, the totals gave me pause. That many people were writing? That many writers were taking chances by displaying their works? Like a kid in the chocolate section of a candy store, I went wild. (okay except for those "P" things) Suddenly I didn't feel so insecure as some of what I read was total garbage. Punctuation and spelling seemed to be alien to some of these writers and I knew I could probably post with fewer mistakes than I was seeing. Arrogant beotch - huh? Then I read a story written for someone's kid. It was outstanding. It shone. I chanced it and took my next step into Writing.com. I wrote my first Review. That author went on to become published with a major publishing house. He started out by posting at WdC and with encouragement, advice, and many re-writes is now a happy author in the published world. We became friends of a sort. My first friend on the site. I kept reading, reviewing and dipped my toes into the chilly waters of posting more things I wrote. I won't bore you with my entire history in WdC because the point to this farewell letter is to gently remind each of you I leave behind, the site is about writing. The site is about helping each other and giving each other the benefit of your unique experiences, learning and to help each other grow as writers. Some of you I've met inside Blogsville have also become published authors and I'm thrilled for each one of you. Some of you have yet to attain that status, but from what I have read more of you will be following. It has been a true honor to have interacted with you wondrous folks. I have laughed at situations presented in unique ways, cried at losses, and thought about Life - all because you folks wrote it. WdC is a writing site with heart. It is a huge writing family, and like any family, there are dysfunctional aspects to it. Don't ever let that make you leave the site. If you have to leave, leave it with a full heart as I am today. There is so much I take with me from so many of you out there. I have learned to respect, admire, and yes love so many on this site. They come in all colors as well; Blue Cases, Yellow Cases, Purple Cases and Black. Haven't gotten to know Grey Cases too well, because I talk them into posting something QUICK - which means their case goes to Black. I don't know what else to put now. I want to thank you all for what you have given me over the past two years. I want to hug each one I've gotten close to. I will not ever forget you or the site called Writing.com. Goodbye Clogged Blog. You have carried me through some tough times. You did help somehow. Goodbye everyone - please take care of yourselves and each other. I want to list those folks who deserve a HUGE thank you from me. bugzy is baaaccck!!  for all those late/early nights/mornings we shared giggling and having fun, sharing our problems, and making up dreams to keep us going.David McClain whose kindness to myself and so many others has taught me much.ccstring the artwork he creates has uplifted me and everyone should visit his port to see it all!Nada , SouthernDiva and Scarlett  the three Grand Dames of Blogsville who keep everything in line and everyone informedDebi Wharton and Eric Wharton  for accepting me into their hearts and putting up with my silliness.I would also like to thank each person who has visited The Clogged Blog and left comments for me to enjoy. To those who did a read-bye well, I wish you had written something to share. Perhaps you can start with other people's blogs. Jump in, they aren't scary at all! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The good news - it didn't reach 100 degrees today. The bad news - our AC is not working. Oh well, we have the house fan and ceiling fans. We have ice, cold water and we got time to get the AC fixed. CC lays at my feet chewing on her bone, giving it tender loving nibbles. Dew threw himself down on the floor and is sleeping. They have had their walk, their supper and now they seem okay. CC will just go sleep in my tub for coolness and Dew will end up in the hall in front of my bathroom, guarding her? No, he needs to be by her. She goes downstairs, he follows. She comes upstairs, he is right behind her. As night follows day, these two stick together. I call them brother and sister and in a way they are. Both were abandoned and abused as pups, just in differing ways. CC's mom and her litter were left in an empty field. Between coyotes and wild dogs, there were losses. CC trusts no animals at all - except birds. Birds don't bother her. Except ducks. Ducks annoy her to no end. They quack - she barks. The flap their wings - she lunges. It gets annoying especially since the two mated ducks just came back after being gone all winter. A game of Duck Duck Dog. Tempting to take her off her lead around them, just to see who would win. The ducks have the ability to fly off but CC has the advantage of sheer stubbornness. Plus CC understands how to defy gravity. She can jump with no need to gain momentum. She just sproings. We had a dandelion in our front yard - just one. I wanted CC to see the flower and got down to show it to her. She ate it. Damn dog. It was a cute dandelion too. Anyone walking outside must be searched by CC. I tell people she is on a Search and Rescue Misson. When they ask what she is searching for, I tell them "Food. Then she'll rescue it." I swear she can recognize the rustle of grocery bags, be they paper or plastic. She is not earth conscious - just food aware. The strange thing is (well there are many) these two will not eat out of two separate bowls. It has been attempted. If the bowls are in the same room, they both start on one bowl then move to the next. If you put one in a room with one puppy, shut the door, then put the other bowl in another room - neither dog eats. One Bowl - two puppies. Yet they share. CC gets lead time, of course, but after a couple of mouthfuls, she trots into the living room, jumps up on the futon and proceeds to roll around in what I think is puppy ecstasy. Dew will take up eating, then he backs off, CC trots in and starts eating again. Neither dog gets too much or too little. I sometimes put ice cubes in their water dish. CC carefully removes them, takes them to the carpet then goes to rescue the next one. Be careful walking around in bare feet. B-r-r-r...wet and cold spots. There is a bald spot on one wall in my bedroom. One of the pups, I think it was probably Dew, licked the wall down through the paint, kept going into the drywall itself. Property owner will not be happy to fix that I think. This is something I don't get, this licking the wall thing. I had another dog, Tucker, when he was young, did the same thing. He stopped doing it when he got older, and I added incentives to stop him, but when I asked the vet why - no idea was forthcoming. Is there calcium in dry wall? I don't know. Silly dog. Well, AC or no, I'm tired. It was a long day in Paradise (spelled IKEA) and my bed has my number and is dialing it and leaving me messages. Should go see about answering at least one of them now. |
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When we were first married we had an inner city apartment. It didn't matter how much you cleaned and tried to run them off. They just visited next door and came back when the fumes wore off. After nine months of doing battle with earth's oldest creatures we moved. Now that you've mentioned their love for warm and dark computer cases I have a whole new source for nightmares. 