It's your thang...

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As a writer, I have taken to my bed only to rise up to eat and watch Tv's Craig Ferguson and Morgan Friedman do readings of Snooki's new book Shore Thing...






Mmm mmm mm

All you folks who are saying smart azz things about Snooki's book Shore Thing...

Ya'll are just being unfair. Have you read the book? Do you know how hard it is for no celebrity writers to get a book published? Snooki if you are reading this? Because of you a ghostwriter made their carpayment. Hold your head up high, Snooki, and know that Edith Wharton's book , The House of Mirth, got bad reviews when it was released and now it's called a masterpiece. In the future your novel will be looked on as wonderful example of social satire very much like that of Ms Wharton.


In the immortal words of Frank Sinatra?

Do it your way....

Regards from a fellow writer,

@GoatHerderBoy (Twitter)



PS. Dear Tv's Craig Ferguson, thank you for doing readings from this book. Ever since I heard the words uttered from your mouth, I knew that there was refuge in satire.

I'm going back to bed now.

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Not for under 21 ...

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I was missing some of the folks over on the old Ebay blog.



Funny the people you miss.

There was a blogger who was foul of mouth and boy did alot of the folks dislike him. So naturally I went over to talk to him. What I found was the nicest person. Not once was he rude to me. Just before the blogs shut down I asked where he'd be going next. Naturally ebay shut the blogs down two days early so that I wasn't able to retrieve his nick on FB. I'm hoping that he'll find his way here and I'll catch up with him.

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So why this song? Well one of the things he used to do was post songs. Some of them, like this song, were rude but some were really good. The first time I heard this song I thought of my father and then nearly fell off my chair laughing at the lyrics. I don't know why. I just did.

My dad would not be amused that I've heard this song.


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Well I never....

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LOL.

So maybe I should post daily just to let folks know that I'm still alive.


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Good morning, good evening.

The sun's out and I'm way too young to be jaded.


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Help me reach my goal.

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At this point in my blog history, I've had views from four out of the seven continents. It's my goal (well one of my goals) to have views from every continent on Earth. Can you help?

If you know someone online from Austrailia, Africa, and Antartica who won't get me in trouble with Homeland Security, could you ask them to view my blog?


My parents will be so pleased that I'm finally goal oriented.

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Thank you,


GoatHerderBoy


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My favorite Martian

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http://www.chucklorre.com/index.php?p=289


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To the person doing the UK search for "Hannah Murphy", I'm just as surprised at that hussy of ill repute who stole that silk scarf as you must be. Chin up. Hannah Murphy my be my fictional alter ego but that doesn't make her any less real.



OH and hello's to the folks at Getdentalimplants ! I'm not sure why you are linking here but you are correct. Our smile is our best asset.

Welcome!

Seriously.

I'm really glad to see you.

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Ann

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The Ballad of Cinamon Waffles. The world's first female sumo wrestler.

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Chapter one:


I was hungry so I got Pup to make us some cinnamon waffles.


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Well it's a really good thing that I did...

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Just because there are folks who would doubt that I actually had a piece of waffle shaped like a cross. I went to all the trouble to take a photo.

Had to get my camera out and everything.

Lots of effort.


But I'm glad that I did.

And as soon as I learn how to post these photos to my blog?

I'm gonna post it.

Right here.




(Read next post)





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I friggin can't believe it. I just can't believe it...

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Here i was afraid that the dogs would eat my piece of waffle shaped like a cross when the actual entity to fear has two feet not four.


Some two legged varmet with a bottomless stomach just looked into the fridge and ate my piece of waffle shaped like a cross that was the sign from God that I should become the world's first female sumo wrestler.

Ferret.

With all the food in the refrigerator he ate that one tiny piece of waffle.

Must be another sign.


Maybe I should NOT eat all these waffles.

Might should eat this lettuce. :P

With the rich and creamy salad dressing. {D


Then maybe go for a walk.


Be ready to sail sailboats.

Then again. These waffles are really good.


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Okay until someone will tell me what to do about it...

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I've decided not to take any chances.

Have put the piece of cinamon waffle (sign from God that I should be the world's first female sumo wrestler) into a plastic baggie and into the refridgerator.

That way the dogs can't get to it.

They'd eat it.


Cause they're dogs and don't know better.


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oh hey I forgot to ask.

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Is it okay to eat the piece of waffle that looks like a cross?

I'm not sure.

Might not be good to eat a "sign from God"

Not trying to cause trouble it's - well - it's just that I don't want to mess up and pizz off God.


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Help.

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It's a sign.

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One of my waffles broke and a piece fell into my stick of butter.

It's in the shape of a cross.

Seriously.

(I'd post a photo but I dont' know how to do that. You'll just have to take my word on it. It's shaped JUST like a cross.)


I think it's a sign.


Even God thinks I should become the worlds first female sumo wrestler.

Cinamon Waffles.

God's going to very disappointed when she finds out I want to sail sailboats.


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Bummer...

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Dog hair in my stick of butter.

Made me sick so I threw up.

Big set back in my journey to become the world's first female sumo wrestler.


Bummer.




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LOL, I can't stand that friggin' horse... and I like horses...

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If you put this video,




with this Tweet,

" http://www.twitvid.com/E0WGH - I'm so excited that I peed a little bit. Then I saw this trailer. " @CraigyFerg on Twitter...


I'm bored.

One time I was so bored that I wrote this whole post about my "hemmorhoid".
Another time it was about the cosmos losing it's (his? hers? dunno) virginity.





:D


Think I'll go watch Dr. Oz



and I'm eatting waffles, cinamon waffles, with real butter and honey...

I think that I'm gonna eat a ton of these things and get REALLY HUGE

Just me, a couple of tons of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter (gotta eat the healthy stuff if I'm gonna become a sumo wrestler. I'm an athlete after all.), and all those cinamon waffles

Second thought? I'm gonna eat the real butter. Organic cause it's better.

A stick of organic butter in one hand and another waffle in the other.

Yeah,

become the worlds first female sumo wrestler.

Call myself Cinamon Waffles, sumo girl.






I'm really, really bored.


:D

(just in case anyone was wondering...)

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Volvo Driving Soccermon

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Did I tell you that I was bored?

I am.

Oh I am.

I am. I am. I am.




XD



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I'm bored.

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Okay.

I'm bored.

Yes, it's raining.

Yes, I'm under my soft lovely blanket.

Yes, anyother day I'd be asleep or reading.

Not today.

Today?

I'm under all these blankets and bored.

:)


I'm not supposed to be this kind of bored BECAUSE it usually leads to mischief.

:D


The problem is that I'm out in the middle of nowhere and I'm supposed to be being a good role model.


This isn't working out so well.


Now if I had someone to keep me out of trouble it would be nice.


If anyone is out there and Twitters?

Twwwweeeeeettttttt.


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PS?

I don't know why. Just because...

Hey.

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For the record.

Even though I write to "Gentle Reader", I'm honestly surprised to find that folks read this blog.

Happily surprised.

I'm just wondering who you are.

You can comment here. Reference your blog, or if you tweet?

I can be reached @GoatHerderBoy

(LOL, it's a long story. I was looking for a way to keep underbrush cleared on a piece of land. The hope was that it would be income producing.

A neighbor suggested goats... )

I'd love to hear from you.


Ann

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Good morning !

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We woke up this morning to rain.

Slow, steady rain.

This is the reason why I bought the soft bathrobe/pj pants. This is the reason why I bought all the books at the library book sale, and this is the reason why I bought the wooly blankets. This is the reason I bought the giant stuffed animal that makes a great backrest. (Sheep Dog, thanks for asking.) Tonight while it's raining outside, I'm going to be inside in all that soft and I'll be reading a lovely book (The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton at the moment). Pup and I cleaned the dog kennels yesterday. The pups safe and happy in their houses. Domino is asleep. We've no worries here.

Just the right weather for washing clothes today.

And tonight?

I'll be reading.


(Now if only I had someone to read in bed with.)


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Hugs,

Ann



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New year

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I don't want to sound preachy here. This blogpost isn't to tell anyone how to live there life. It's just that over the last year or so I've been making some changes in my life. Took a good hard look at who I was and who my friends really were. Would they care about me if I was the one who needed a couch to sleep on or a place to be.

And just where was my home.


I've been thinking about home and life.


Some of the choices that I've made in my life have been good ones. They really have. Buying the sailboat, staying where I am with some truly nice people, saying "You gotta' do what you've gotta do." and then LOL showing them my "transom" to the folks who weren't so nice. Staying with my son. These were good and honest choices. In the process I found that the boat gave me confidence, showing the folks who didn't wnat me around my "transom" lightened my load and gave me a freedom, and the ground that me feet was on slowly is becoming firm. I did find that while some of my family that said they wanted me really didn't, others did. I found that my son is good company and that WB really would give me the shirt off his back and a place to stay without a price tag.

So you see this post or the blog really hasn't anything to do with telling others how to live there life. It's a chance to live mine. If you read this blog and it helps? Great. If not? No need for anger. Just show me your transom and we'll both be on our way.

:D


This morning I was reading the new Cruising World. In the very back page there's column written by a woman who gave up her home on land to sail on the sea. She's thinking about home too. It's a good read. The following quotes are from this column.

"When a traveler is far from home for a long time, after months or years, homesickness becomes as much a part of the topography as the mountains and all the lovely light..." Kevin Patterson from The Water In Between: A Journey At Sea


And from Wendy Mitman Clark who wrote the column:


"...The fact is we're never the same once we've left. We can come back and travel the same roads, see the same places, taste the same summer lushness in the sweet corn and tomatoes, and it can seem that maybe we didn't have to leave anything behind after all. But we did. We left our old selves. And with every blue mile put between us and that skin we shed, the pain of that transition has lessened. The farther we've come, the more I've learned that home is something more than a place, a memory, or a history. Perhaps it's better defined as a time, that rare moment when one is perfectly connected with one's surroundings and purpose."


Wendy Mitman Clark, Hummus And Homesickness, Cruising World, January 2011


I dunno at the moment if home is a bit of geography or a point in time, I do know that family and "family" is important to the notion.

Life is a journey. The question is is "home" a place, a time, or a piece of geography? I dunno. We'll see.





Hugs,

Ann


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Lucidity 2.o

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"What would your life look like if you didn't have a worry in the world? Get a vision of yourself as a completely carefree person, and then analyze the vision — there is magic and direction there."


Holiday Mathis, Jan 1st, 2010








"...

She stood there on the point of time.

There amongst all the other points in time.

With people standing still.

On a bubble.

Such is life.

It seems so real and yet it's a fragile as the bubble she was standing on.

She thought about the physics of it.

The chemistry.

The alignment of molecules that could only be that way because lets face it they were molecules and a moody sort.

They did what they did because they just did.

No other explaination.

But for some reason this was different standing there.

For her there seemed to be a choice.

A moments hesitation that was actually more like a life time.

What to do?

She stood looking ahead of her and looking behind.

Grabed both by the arm and pulled.

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by c ford

1-4-2011

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" No one can be just like you, least of all you. You'll try to execute a job or performance the same way you did last time, and it's not the way it will go down. But the new way is good, too, for different reasons. "




I thought about all this. What would I do? If I could do life over again. There are many things I'd not change. People that I've known and know who I'd gladly know again even knowing how things would eventually work out.

But.

There are things that I'd change. At the moment? The choices are clear.


I'm writing again. Maybe it's like a bicycle or sex. The experiences might have changed but the process is the same. Maybe my time at 12 dogs wasn't a waste.

What would I do if the choice was all mine to make?

Lemmie think on it.


In the meantime?

I'll write.


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Lucidity

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"...

She stood there on the point of time.

There amongst all the other points in time.

With people standing still.

On a bubble.

Such is life.

It seems so real and yet it's a fragile as the bubble she was standing on.

She thought about the physics of it.

The chemistry.

The alignment of molecules that could only be that way because lets face it they were molecules and a moody sort.

They did what they did because they just did.

No other explaination.

But for some reason this was different standing there.

For her there seemed to be a choice.

A moments hesitation that was actually more like a life time.

What to do?

She stood looking ahead of her and looking behind.

Grabed both by the arm and pulled.


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by c ford

1-4-2011

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Yeah, I know. The years on the last post. What the??

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I'm going to have to take down the Christmas lights soon or people are going to talk but before I do....


One last wink at the season







. Happy whatever day it is that you're reading this and may the spirit of kind Christmases be in your heart.



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And that's the news...

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The blogpost that didn't show up here in 2011 because - well - I was busy and it just didn't occur to me at the time...



"...and up on Capital Hill, committee hearings continue as Senators discuss the possible effect repealing the military's "Don't ask. Don't tell." policy might have on the military.

One prediction was particularly dire ---

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So? I was busy.

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Happy 2010.


Ann


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Another Reason to Fly

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Men find young women to live forever.
Immortality in sperm and in progeny
I tried but something is not the same.
There's no youth for me like a Coyote.
For me immortality is this desparate need to get it all down.
Before I can't.
Or worse?
Can't remember.
I'm swimming up river trying to change the tide.

Every. Single. Second.


Someone asked,
"How do you see "hope"?"
"How do you see "change"?

The world goes quiet
And I try to remember.
The night when the pain was so bad.
When the lights - for a moment - went dim
And I had to contemplate that the posibilities were becoming reality.
What if I'd lost my way to say "Goodbye." and "I love you."?

You touched my shoulder and life flooded back into my ears and for the first time I could see.

You.
The sun.
The dogs running in the yard.
The sails full.

"Hope, is another day."



For my dad, David, WB, and mostly Pup.

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C Ford

1-2-11

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Another Reason to Fly

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I was so happy that I began to write:



FRom Red Rocks 1998 Joni Mitchell Just Like This Train


I haven't found a way to embed it yet. I used to have it on 12 dogs but - anyway - I love this song. It's like growing old gracefully. I'm not sure that's happening here. To go gray and to have this body do so many amazing and frighting things. To still be "alive" but to realize that there are things that I'll probably never do

"I get this lump in my throat.
Try to jump high
Lile the Red Tails that sit on the fence posts.
I'm just waiting to jump into another part of life.
Yeah-
That's what I'm doing.
It's not like my knees are screaming at me to stop
Long ago they gave up trying and just screamed.
But I'm not listening
I'm a hawk
And any minute there's gonna be another minute
Another something to leave the ground for
A reason to fly.",


Another Reason To Fly

Ann Ford

1/2/11

all rights reserved by the author.


Now then, the video is Just Like This Train 1998 RedRocks (I think.)

I found it!








If I can't find it to embed? You can find the youtube here:

http://www.youtube.com/user/henhenstoll#p/u/27/VlfK4zgg99Q

It's a beautiful morning

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Somewhere in all this Internet electricity is a tiny little blog that I started last week. It's a real life account of us, the boat, and is a conversation between me and my dad. I'm not sure if this is going to work out. I really want him to see how the boat is going and I really and truly want to beable to have a conversation with him. We've been talking over the phone this week. Short calls and a long one. If you have a child, grown or little, I can't tell you how important it is to listen. Even better if that listen is followed up with a hug. The conversation doesn't have to be earthshaking just heart felt and in the moment. With that your kid can move mountains.

I'm sending hugs to anyone who gets to spend time in a boat today. I don't envy you. I am over joyed for you. The closest I'll be to the boat today will be reading. That's okay. Yesterday while talking to my aunt, I realized how happy this all makes me. I don't know why but I just get this happiness inside. The words tumble out about the boat and how it moves and my experiences.

I'm sunsilly.

Groovin.




Happy.


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They've made Lake Martin (AlabamaO a protected space. The beautiful clean water gets to be respected and cared for. It's one of the last things the Governor Riley's done before leaving office. I'm not always sure that this kind of thing is good but I'm hoping that the view I see when we go to the lake will still be there for my grandkids. Hugs Governor Riley. There are things I'm not always happy with but you've done some good things for the state. I'll miss you and your wife and hope that you'll take that "head clearing motorbike ride that will lead to you running for a office in the national area."

:D



Going outside.



I can hear this music on my little AM radio.... WTIX New Orleans La... Running barefooted... Catching blueshell crabs... The feel of St. Augustine grass under my feet... coke floats in my gramdmother's back yard... sitting on their front porch reading...

Life felt so good.

I know that it's cold in alot of places in this world but Spring and MardiGras and that feeling when you know you can take off your coat and sit in the sunshine... it's coming...

Hugs to you, Gentle Readers. Gentle and heartfelt.


Ann



Playlist












This next song isn't political. It's music. Chill.




















Van Morrison
























FRom Red Rocks 1998 Joni Mitchell Just Like This Train


I haven't found a way to embed it yet. I used to have it on 12 dogs but - anyway - I love this song. It's like growing old gracefully. I'm not sure that's happening here. To go gray and to have this body do so many amazing and frighting things. To still be "alive" but to realize that there are things that I'll probably never do

"I get this lump in my throat.
Try to jump high
Lile the Red Tails that sit on the fence posts.
I'm just waiting to jump into another part of life.
Yeah-
That's what I'm doing.
It's not like my knees are screaming at me to stop
Long ago they gave up trying and just screamed.
But I'm not listening
I'm a hawk
And any minute there's gonna be another minute
Another something to leave the ground for
A reason to fly.",


Another Reason To Fly

Ann Ford

1/2/11

all rights reserved by the author.

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