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Here is a collection of ruminations and whatnot.
September 20, 2020 at 4:18pm
September 20, 2020 at 4:18pm
#993794
I once was a girl who got into trouble for having short hemlines. Terrible problem for the nuns who made a rule that the hems had to be below the knee by at least 1 inch. I had a belly problem - a bit plump there - so when I put on my uniform and had the belt it went with, the hemline rose to about the knee length. Or perhaps I could be too immodest and say it that it was above the knee. Problem was that the person they assigned to measure these hemlines was a supposed friend. Turned out she was a fiend. She lied to the nuns about how very short my hemlines were. I was so sad to hear that all week of measuring hemlines that the first person on the list of offenders was ME. Little old me. So I went home with my stepmother with tears running down my face. Our maid, Lolita took care of letting out the hems. I never spoke that fiend who lied about me again. And I hear she's a KGB agent and works too for MI5 as a mole. How's that for a fictional story? I'm still working on this. It might be like a YA novel or story. Except that the person who was in school - convent school - grew up and never cares about hemlines anymore.
September 20, 2020 at 4:18pm
September 20, 2020 at 4:18pm
#993793
I once was a girl who got into trouble for having short hemlines. Terrible problem for the nuns who made a rule that the hems had to be below the knee by at least 1 inch. I had a belly problem - a bit plump there - so when I put on my uniform and had the belt it went with, the hemline rose to about the knee length. Or perhaps I could be too immodest and say it that it was above the knee. Problem was that the person they assigned to measure these hemlines was a supposed friend. Turned out she was a fiend. She lied to the nuns about how very short my hemlines were. I was so sad to hear that all week of measuring hemlines that the first person on the list of offenders was ME. Little old me. So I went home with my stepmother with tears running down my face. Our maid, Lolita took care of letting out the hems. I never spoke that fiend who lied about me again. And I hear she's a KGB agent and works too for MI5 as a mole. How's that for a fictional story? I'm still working on this. It might be like a YA novel or story. Except that the person who was in school - convent school - grew up and never cares about hemlines anymore.
September 20, 2020 at 3:05pm
September 20, 2020 at 3:05pm
#993788
I'm so grateful for RELIV products. I'm in a situation where the owner of my house, who's my stepfather, is always in the red. He now has no money to buy any groceries and I'm not able to help because I too have no money left from my pension from Social Security. So what we're eating now are eggs, sausages and some frozen eggrolls. I'm not that picky but these ingredients aren't as healthy as I want to have in my diet. So I have a Classic smoothie every time I want it. If it weren't for the RELIV smoothie I'd be in bigger trouble with my health. I really don't know how to deal with my living situation. I only know that I'd appreciate any comments that you'll have. I have no car. I can't keep my savings going. My writing business is the priority in my business. Then I have to feed my four pets (Joey, Max, Katya (cat) and Paco (cat)). I don't know what to do. My stepfather is just a tad bit out of his skull. I don't know if he's really broke, but he keeps saying he's down to his last twenty dollars. He asks me to help with paying three utility bills and I do that. We're still under the weather. There's no possibility that some good fortune might come to either of us, is there my God? I need your prayers if you could please pray that this problem that I have will go away. I know that I'm dull-minded unless I have my RELIV smoothie. By the way I mix my powders with another brand of protein powder called VEGA. VEGA is a formula of vegetables and fruits that is in one big tub that you can buy at the drugstore. Look for VEGA protein drink there. It's around $26 a tub which is good. It last a long time if you only take a half serving at a time.
Peace,
Mary
September 20, 2020 at 4:08am
September 20, 2020 at 4:08am
#993767
This morning I woke up after a fitful night’s sleep to find that a glass had fallen and broke next to where I work in the kitchen. My puppy got to it and it horrified me. I got a hold of his collar and pulled him out of the site of the broken glass. I was lucky his leash was close by so I leashed him to the nearest cupboard which was behind my chair. I swept out the broken glass as much as I could. My puppy and I are very close. But as it turned out the glass was still there where I couldn’t see it. I was upset to see my dog find a piece that I didn’t sweep away and throw out. I asked my Guardian Angel what to do. Then I got up and went to my puppy who let go of the broken glass, thank God. I took it away. I threw it and now he’s playing with his brother.

This kind of happening is rare in the house. But as puppies get into trouble, they are like children who are toddlers who find things to put into their mouths. I’ve had a puppy before named Dukie. He would eat everything that he could find as we walked in the neighborhood. I’d pry his mouth open and reach in to remove whatever object it was. It was a mother thing to do this. I do not shrink from doing such things to save my puppies’ lives.

Finally I’m at my desk and things are as good as I can hope to find them. I do not know what made that glass fall over and crash into the floor like that. Suffice it to say that my house has bastards. I’m under seige every day. I need help to find another place or even another country to live in. This life is dangerous to my thoughts and my mind and my body. I am not kidding. I’m living daily by the grace of my God and it’s not a fun life. I feel like I’m in prison. I have no car, no means to find another place to live anywhere. Money is never enough. I’m lucky to find moneyto buy pet food.

if you have any way of finding out what I could do to get out of this sad place please message me


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