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 |   Nadanother blog...sheesh, I guess I DO blog. Completed. |
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I've had a rich past, yet am making a new one with plenty of life's experiences to draw from! I invite you to come along and see what trouble I get into. I'll blog about my life, present, past... whatever comes to mind at the time. I'll try not to be too serious most of the time, heck we get enough of that just living. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Happy New Year! For the mirroring blog series we do on Saturdays:
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 Nothing like an outrageous statement to grab you!Actually, I am feeling pretty smug about now. I bought a new wireless printer, scanner, copier machine. It has a fax too, but I never need that part, but hey, it's here if I need one. My last one was broken since the move.  The reason I feel like a genius is not because I managed to get a fantastic bargain (although that helps) but because I managed to hook it up all by myself, sans toolbelt! Wahoo!!! I won't bother to tell you...oh heck why not, we're friends afterall....I went to Office Despot where the last time I purchases the black and white only printer, no bells and whistles. It never worked once, and...the same salesman sold it to me. I didn't let him stop me though, I am once burned, my bad. Twice...... NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! So, I'll try not to break my arm patting myself on the back, lol. I had a lovely phone call with a blogger I admire today. Left me feeling good. Great to have good gut instincts.  I'm going to get my roast chicken out of the oven and enjoy my Sunday evening...hope you all have a great night.  |
| I hate wasting energy and time by arguing. It serves no purpose, except to raise my blood pressure and give me a stomach ache. Who needs it? I think people with very strong opinions are admirable, because they have one. If they choose to express it publicly, then it's a choice they have made. I also have the choice not to respond with some knee-jerk reaction, just because I disagree. It's respecting the other person not to argue when they are clearly on the opposite side of the fence. Each one of us has a different life experience we bring to the table, and we draw upon our own knowledge of how the world has been for US, that doesn't mean it is the same reality for others. To sweep with a broad brush denies people of their individuality. That is a huge problem for a country who supposedly values individuality. Anyway....I actually have something good to say...Scarlett   and I will be continuing our series:
 When we began the series our plan was to take it through the year 1980. It's my fault we haven't been doing it, what with the traveling I did and working on the book. However, now that I have figured out what I'm doing, I told her I would continue on with it. I don't promise to do more entries past the year 1980, but it is possible we will. We'll decide after we get to 1980. Since she is traveling now, it will not begin again until Sat., Nov. 1. I hope you all will join us again with the fabulous year 1979! I have opened mine again, so if anyone wants to catch up, you have a few weeks to do so. As for Hubby and I, doing fine, he took the Dodger loss well, and the sun is out and warm, so he's taking advantage of it. Cesar and I have come to an understanding about the house and how he can be of real help. I'll be doing the marketing now. I have to say, for as much as I am annoyed by him, he is an honest man, and we trust him. This is very important as his ultimate function is to help Hubby as he become more and more dependent on others for...everything. This is a very difficult thing to come to grips with, and I must say, it tests both of us daily. I think I understand how horrible it is for him, but the reality is I can't. As long as my body will do what my brain asks of it, I'll never be able to comprehend how he is feeling 100%. I've always been "independent", while he has always been "dependent" to a degree. This provides us with endless different points of view, but because we love each other deeply, we always find a way to agree to disagree...it's called compromise. |
| Hubby is going to be upset if the Dodgers don't "get busy" soon. The "Cesar" is making me a sandwich for dinner, and some salad, and guacamole and chips...yum! I told him to go home after that. I'll have a beer then and relax. Then, I will ....nah, not going to tell you. Oh...ok, I'm going to dance to music on my iPod, loosen up and get a smile back on my face. I'll catch up with ya'll ASAP, promise. Gotta see how this last debate is going. Oh, and the fires. |
| I had not thought much about how true it is until last night. Hubby and I were flipping channels looking for something to watch. I suggested we check out pay-per-view movies, and as I scrolled through the available ones, "Juno" popped up. For those of you who don't pay attention to such things, let me just tell you Diablo Cody, won the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay for "Juno". That was good enough for us. I remember when she won and her speech had inspired me. For the next 98 minutes we laughed and cried and when it was over hubby turned to me and said, "Not one car crash or gunshot in it." It was a story driven plot, one with imaginative, relative dialogue. Go figure. It didn't hurt that each element of the film seemed to work, the casting, photography, music, costumes, photography, location, etc. The best part was the human feelings, as expressed by the words Ms. Diablo wrote. It fired me up. Why now? Because I'm so busy gunking up my story/book with superfluous details, I had forgotten my voice. What is it that really worked about her story? Her unique voice, as well as being a story so many can relate to. I don't think you know this about Lance and I, but because we could not have children, and because we also did not want to pass on his disease, we were going to go the adoption route. We got as far as the baby being born and I was about to go to the hospital to see her when our attorney notified us the mother backed out. It may as well have been a death in our family. We had seen "our" baby's ultrasound, paid for doctor's visits, maternity clothing etc., met with the father and received his blessing. I had completely decorated the nursery in anticipation of "her" birth and arrival. Lance and I were grieving. We had this little girl's room all ready, and no child to put there. It was May of 1985. Our attorney contacted us and said she thought she may have another single mother who wanted to place her baby, once it was born. We declined, unable to imagine a good outcome from the same sort of scenario. Then my mother called one early day in July. "There has been a tragedy, Brian committed suicide." My youngest brother and his daughter, Brandy (age 3), lived with them. "I'll be there as soon as possible." My family lived in Florida, so it took me until the next day to arrive. I brought Brandy home with me to California, to raise her as ours. Lance met us at the airport with red roses. We had our little girl, or so we believed. The mother who abandoned her found out about my brother's death. The cult she belonged to flew her to Florida to retrieve her "daughter". My parents decided to sue her for custody/adoption, based on the fact they had been in her life since she was an infant. The mother had three other children, all by different fathers, and was living with someone else now. My parents won the adoption fight. It was only a matter of time before we could legally adopt her from them. But once again it was not to be. Within a week Lance had a horrible car accident, broke his back, and my son had decided to come live with us. Instantly I had two children and a husband confined to bed. No good deed goes unpunished. To bring this back around to the original thought..."Juno" was a film we related to, only it had a happy ending wrapped up in 98 minutes. We still grieve, but it makes me know that my book will still be relevant, as long as I use my own voice, and quit placing importance on anything but MY OWN VOICE. I can be so ignorant stubborn at times. Time for me to get editing, again. |
| Sorry I am so late informing you all, but WDC got back to me, apologized for the bug in the system and have cleaned up the advertising within our interactive. I have opened it for you to read, but frankly, I've lost my enthusiasm for continuing on with it, so....I'd like to begin a new one. I'll work on it soon and announce it when it begins. I want to thank each of you for writing, or attempting to...it just ended up stressing me at a time I didn't need more. Okay, I'm over it now. As most of you know, I tend not to discuss my personal views on politics, sex or religion here. I have opinions on all of them, but I have lived long enough to know I'm not going to change anyone's mind here, and I just end up sounding stupid when I try to take one side or the other. If I run across one of your blogs discussing your passion on any of the topics I may compliment you, on your passion or writing, but I won't be instigating a huge discussion for or against any of it. Please don't take it personally if I don't comment. It's not personal. I do that because I realize anything I write in the heat of the moment may be mistaken. Whether for or against your passion-filled entry, I respect your opinion. I like to come here to express myself with some sense of humor, and hopefully cause you to smile once. Last night, I had a two hour phone conversation with a woman who is self-admittedly losing her mind. I know I am her only friend, so I listen. Besides, she has guns and knows where I live. Nope, she's not Sarah Palin. Anyway, she called to tell me her kitten had died.  I knew it had been ill from previous conversations...I could hear the loss in her voice and tried to comfort her. The moment I gave her my sympathy, she changed the topic...and they went like this:1. Politics  2. Incest  3. Religion...who is a "Secret Muslim" and doesn't know it. quoting ccstring "Blink-Blink!" 4. Dentists...don't even ask. 5. Begin the radical opinions again...sigh. If I were to listen to her arguments, which began with, "Want to know something?" Uh... yeah, have you taken your meds? I would be cowering in a corner, unable to do anything. Plus, I now know she has an absentee voter ballot. This is the spookiest thing I have heard this month decade. How do you try to rationalize with an irrational person? I discovered I can't. That also goes for the "Online Pharmacies" I made the mistake of using one of them once to fill a prescription, THREE years ago. I average about eighteen solicitations (calls) from call centers for various named based in India A DAY....all wanting to send me drugs. Oh, and now the emails from Penelipe Rutgerson @ blah-blah, Re: The wings of butterflies. Never open emails about warm and fuzzy anything, it's another Pharmacy ruse. Is it any wonder people are driven to madness? Hmmm, maybe I need to give them the woman from last night's number...or is that why she is.... That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. |
| Hardly.... with as many goofy twists and turns. I do appreciate the efforts of all contributors, excellent job gals and guys. Now if I can only find out how the hell the site can change our creative writing into advertising products (by underlining and turning blue certain words in the body of our writings)...I'll be much happier. It is VERY confusing and distressing to me, much less anyone who tries to follow along. Did I pay for a Premium Membership for this? I won't be doing it again next year if this continues. It's the only thing I have any say-so in apparently. Happy StoryMaster? I'd rather give up INKSPOT and other so-called improvements, than this underhanded tool of advertising. Yesterday I thought I had it fixed; by including everyone in the opener and starting again...then this morning....a few had branched off again, and by the time I got home this afternoon all hell had broken out. I can't fix it. I've written support, not heard back. So, I have closed it down after careful consideration. I'm so sorry, but I think it is the site who need to apologize to US. Soooooo, yesterday was weird. My day began with an email from the one junior agent I had submitted to, informing me her time is limited and therefore she would have to pass. Groan. Then I went over to my shop. I forgot it was past the first of the month, so my "envelope" holding my statement for September sales of jewelry was waiting for me. Oh happy day....NOT! For the very first time in the history of my business (17 years) I didn't make a dime. No check, just a statement full of ZEROS...preceeded by no other number. Zero, zip, nada. Okay folks, it's official, after five months of making around $40 a month in sales...(yes four-zero, forty) I have now hit bottom. If you think the economy isn't affecting small businesses...let me just tell you this; I can make more than NOTHING by taking my small inventory of inexpensive jewelry and melting it to sell for gold...some of which I bought years ago and have been patiently waiting to sell, at far below the price of gold now. The only reason I have not done so is because my 15% commission to the owner has helped to keep the doors open. If I do the math, 15% of 0=ZERO. In fact, I'm in the hole for rental of my space. I hope the other 23 dealers in the antique mall had some sales...or we can expect the business to fold and at least 24 small business owners will also fold. Nobody I know is that rich. Cheery huh. I got more news for you. Neither Obama or McCain is going to be able to do anything soon enough, it just won't matter. We need to go vote for one, but frankly, neither one of them instills the confidence I want to feel before I go to cast my vote, and I don't see it changing in a few weeks. I stomached watched the debate last night. I wondered when the finger pointing would end and ONE of them would address how the hell I can keep my business open with ZERO income. I'm very disappointed in both candidates, not to mention WDC. **Little Miss Sunshine has left the building. |
| If any of you need a copy of the interactive contribution you made, just contact me. Thank you all for your efforts. |
| Good grief, I just discovered I have a copy of each of your entries in my mailbox! Okay, I'm going to enter them and we'll be able to pick up from there...but please only enter one title for the next person...or I'll be changing the title to "Isle of Train Wreck"... Gawd... |
| JUST SHOOT ME NOW... I accidently deleted the entire interactive. Yes, I goofed big time. I'm so sorry. All is lost. No excuses, but it got weird because it branched out in several directions...like there were THREE chapter Threes etc. I dunno how it happened, but I thought I could fix it. Obviously not. I didn't have any of mine on word, thus I can't recreate it, except for the photo. I know, big deal. Chances are you didn't copy and paste yours either, never imagining the bumbling of the creator would toss the entire thing away. Yes, I tried to recover it...no, I couldn't. If someone more competent than me would like to start a new one...meanwhile I will just kick myself around. I feel like SHIT. I apologize to all who contributed those lovely, witty written stories. |
| I'm so tired of all the bad news, economy woes, political back-and-forths and personal problems (mine included) that I decided I needed a vacation of sorts. In case you had not guessed, I mean some sheer fantasy. I need a playground, and I'm willing to bet some of you feel the same way! So-o-o-o-o I've created an interactive, a place with hardly any rules...but here they are: 1. Have fun. 2. Nothing over an 18+ rating. 3. No politics. 4. No complaints. 5. HAVE FUN! It's open to anyone who wants to and have a few moments of sanity in this insane world. I've started it off...
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