.
I just read this poem...
A strong woman.
Is one who feels deeply
and loves fiercely
Her tears flow
just as abundantly
as her laughter
A strong woman
is both soft and powerful.
She is both
practical and spiritual.
A strong woman
in her essence
is a gift to all the world.
I'm sorry but I don't know who wrote it.
There's a link:
http://www.care2.com/c2c/photos/view/57/386634716/Strong_Women/astrongwoman.jpg.html
sounds good but ----
You know in my entire life time, I don't think I've ever known of a man who wants a strong woman.
Never.
"...
Strong women open their own doors.
They open their own jars and squash their own spiders because no one else will.
Because the world still turns and someone else has to.
They pick up hay bales because they can and they've too much integrity to con a guy into doing it.
Then they wonder why they spend Saturday night watching a rental movie with their dog.
Alone.
Kind of makes me sad.
Such lovely independent souls with rough hands.
Sightly disheveled and frayed around the edges.
Telling lovely stories about the adventures they've been on.
They live interesting lives and tell interesting stories.
Then they die alone.
..."
.
"...
I'm sitting here in the middle of all my failures.
They're "screaming" from all points.
The untidy parlor.
The dishes in the sink.
The un made bed called "My Life"?
My husband sits sullen in his chair.
Then it's upstairs in bed with the lights out.
He pretends to be asleep but I know he's not.
Better for us both that I keep up the ruse.
Lest we fight.
My daughter.
Fruit of my loins is somewhere.
She asked for money and I said no.
So she shut her "door" too and went into the night.
Bonnie girl.
I sit here on the couch in the dark and listen to all my failures screaming "You idiot."
It changes from my mothers voice, to my husbands, to my daughters, and then -
Into mine.
I cry.
Because I read in a poem that strong women do.
But in my heart I know.
That while these may be tears of failure,
They are not tears of strength.
..."
1/22/11
c anne ford
all rights reserved by the author.
Okay, before anyone starts in on this. Please read the following.
This is 12dotsandablot.
Like the old 12 dogs and a blog?
It's a writer's journal.
Fact and fiction are written here.
If you don't know which is which?
Don't ASSume.
Ask.
We're all okay here.
I was just reading the poem A Strong Woman and thinking about what I've seen in the world. I'm not sure that I believe that the world is kind to the strong women. Not to the ones I've known. The world tolerates them begrudgingly but it doesn't seem to open it's arms and say, "Come here Strong Woman. Here's your home."
More like, "We don't trust you strong woman. You don't fit the mold. Work hard for us but don't expect our affection. You're strong. Stand on your feet and work."
"...
I think -
No I'm sure that it's Eve's fault.
And Adams.
Stupid apple.
Stupid Snake.
On second thought stupid Eve.
Whomever? We've been paying for it ever since.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe the cold has me sullen.
I've always been a Optimistic Pessimist.
Will think on it..
,,,"
Note:
Except where noted, all work in this post by the author and poet, c anne ford, 22 January, 2011, all rights reserved by the author.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
It just too cold.
.
Enough culture.
I'm cold.
The pups are cold.
The weather dude is predicting snow and then rain.
It was so bad that folks were getting depressed.
And they were singing about it.
It seemed like all hope was lost until ...
Bikini Shakespeare.
Spring break.
Finally someone with some sense.
If it weren't for all this crap weather, I'd have to be outside doing hard work. Instead I tend to the animals, fill up the gas tank on the good car, and then go back inside and say, "Honey, it's just too cold for you to be outside. Why don't you go to the Mall and go shopping. Get your hair done?" I hand her 40 bucks. She smiles and hugs my neck and Off she goes to call her best friend, Reba.
She goes shoppin' and I get to stay here, drink a beer or 2, and watch Bikini Shakespeare.
She's happy. I get good lookin' women in bikinis.
It's all good.
L8R,
Buck
.
.
Enough culture.
I'm cold.
The pups are cold.
The weather dude is predicting snow and then rain.
It was so bad that folks were getting depressed.
And they were singing about it.
It seemed like all hope was lost until ...
Bikini Shakespeare.
Spring break.
Finally someone with some sense.
If it weren't for all this crap weather, I'd have to be outside doing hard work. Instead I tend to the animals, fill up the gas tank on the good car, and then go back inside and say, "Honey, it's just too cold for you to be outside. Why don't you go to the Mall and go shopping. Get your hair done?" I hand her 40 bucks. She smiles and hugs my neck and Off she goes to call her best friend, Reba.
She goes shoppin' and I get to stay here, drink a beer or 2, and watch Bikini Shakespeare.
She's happy. I get good lookin' women in bikinis.
It's all good.
L8R,
Buck
.
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Okay I'm not happy about this but I'm going to whine if you don't...
.
Hellooooo, World.
I'm getting some interesting visitor stats. On the one hand I figure that I'm on someones list where folks are following me by not actually reading. Like Twitter. You may follow alot of folk but only actually read the Tweets of one or two.
If that's the case? Welcome. I don't want to antagonize you therefore causing you to "de list" me. My ego needs to see that there is at least on person in this world who lists this blog.
Not to worry if you don't read this blog.
I'll pretend that you do.
On the otherhand, IF you're reading this blog but aren't commenting?
Hello.
Could you please comment?
More than just having my blog listed, my ego would really appreciate it if you posted, "Hello."
Please?
:D
Going to go eat.
AuthorAnn
.
Hellooooo, World.
I'm getting some interesting visitor stats. On the one hand I figure that I'm on someones list where folks are following me by not actually reading. Like Twitter. You may follow alot of folk but only actually read the Tweets of one or two.
If that's the case? Welcome. I don't want to antagonize you therefore causing you to "de list" me. My ego needs to see that there is at least on person in this world who lists this blog.
Not to worry if you don't read this blog.
I'll pretend that you do.
On the otherhand, IF you're reading this blog but aren't commenting?
Hello.
Could you please comment?
More than just having my blog listed, my ego would really appreciate it if you posted, "Hello."
Please?
:D
Going to go eat.
AuthorAnn
.
Presenting Nellie McKay
.
Okay i'm listening to this song while Pup is telling me about a science theory of light. "...a mathmatical point ... something that doesn't have any dimensions other than that point in time... some more stuff about light and human eye... and other stuff about the eye being large enough" and things in this mirror can be closer than they appear... and more math stuff and ..."
Meanwhile Nellie Mckay plays
Sigh.
To say this moment is sureal would just be a lie.
LOl I'm not making a statement I'm just trying to somehow remember this moment.
For me and my pups are just sweet creatures sitting in our little puddle of sunshine.
Some ideas are just toooooooo big for our sun dappled minds to comprehend.
LOL
Dance break.
.
Okay i'm listening to this song while Pup is telling me about a science theory of light. "...a mathmatical point ... something that doesn't have any dimensions other than that point in time... some more stuff about light and human eye... and other stuff about the eye being large enough" and things in this mirror can be closer than they appear... and more math stuff and ..."
Meanwhile Nellie Mckay plays
Sigh.
To say this moment is sureal would just be a lie.
LOl I'm not making a statement I'm just trying to somehow remember this moment.
For me and my pups are just sweet creatures sitting in our little puddle of sunshine.
Some ideas are just toooooooo big for our sun dappled minds to comprehend.
LOL
Dance break.
.
Was writing today...
.
... when all of a sudden I had the nicest most optimistic feeling. It was if the family of man just got bigger.
And while we're on the subject of kids and Hope.
LOL This is a great song. I'm not sure if any of us gets through this life without scars. Some folks a have a past that's happy and some aren't so lucky. But this feeling? Joy.
"There's a crack in the side walk where Hope grows. I'm watching as folks pass. I'm waiting for someone ignorant of this miracle to step on that flower but miracle of miracles no one does. Sure there are some close calls. I suck in my breath when it happens. Praying hard that danger passes by. More people walk by ignorant of the miracle there at their feet. That poor plant invisible or maybe they just don't care. We're both invisible. No one notices either of us as the go along on their important day.
But when the sun sets and mama finally comes to get us?
Miracle of miracles?
We're both okay."
from Clock Work
by CAnneFord
21 January, 2010
all rights reserved by the author
.
.
... when all of a sudden I had the nicest most optimistic feeling. It was if the family of man just got bigger.
And while we're on the subject of kids and Hope.
LOL This is a great song. I'm not sure if any of us gets through this life without scars. Some folks a have a past that's happy and some aren't so lucky. But this feeling? Joy.
"There's a crack in the side walk where Hope grows. I'm watching as folks pass. I'm waiting for someone ignorant of this miracle to step on that flower but miracle of miracles no one does. Sure there are some close calls. I suck in my breath when it happens. Praying hard that danger passes by. More people walk by ignorant of the miracle there at their feet. That poor plant invisible or maybe they just don't care. We're both invisible. No one notices either of us as the go along on their important day.
But when the sun sets and mama finally comes to get us?
Miracle of miracles?
We're both okay."
from Clock Work
by CAnneFord
21 January, 2010
all rights reserved by the author
.
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
Hurray ...
.
... and congrats to
One Hour Theater for their successful live Internet broadcast last night. Going to find it in archives and see if it's okay to post it here.
.
Look here for post later today.
.
... and congrats to
One Hour Theater for their successful live Internet broadcast last night. Going to find it in archives and see if it's okay to post it here.
.
Look here for post later today.
.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
.
.
Attention
Tonight
OneHourTheater’s production of
.
Biographies in a Bag
by LLS writer and comedian Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.starring
Rachel Ogilvy
and
Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.
Note. Ms. Ogilvy's Wednesday night performance will also be live cast on the Internet.
www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater for details.
Long night gotta go
.
.
Attention
Tonight
OneHourTheater’s production of
.
Biographies in a Bag
by LLS writer and comedian Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.starring
Rachel Ogilvy
and
Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.
Note. Ms. Ogilvy's Wednesday night performance will also be live cast on the Internet.
www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater for details.
Long night gotta go
.
More music for a restless night...
.
I was looking for lullabies and found?
The Dixie Chicks?
Sure.
WB's mom is in the hospital. Blood clots. I haven't talked to her but he did. Says she's funny and has everyone eating out of her hand. He's all optimistic.
I'm worried.
This isn't blood clot.
It's blood clots.
His father already died.
That was hard on him.
But if his mother dies that is different.
She'll be all memories.
When our parents die, I think that we become orphans.
Literally and figuratively.
All the worries and unspoken becomes engraved in stone.
When they're alive it's flux but not when they die.
Then?
It's all laid down and the chance to say the things in our heart is gone.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I hope so.
I dread this and hope that they find what is wrong and fix it.
Not so much for her but for WB.
So that he won't be sad.
Hugs WB.
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Some change is good but some change can just break your heart...
How do you replace that hole in your heart?
My own father promised me that he would live to be 100.
He promised.
Because even if I don't get to see him, I know that he's alive.
There is still hope in the world.
.
I think that's why WB isn't going to see her.
If he goes and sees her there in the hospital, surrounded by all the machines and nurses, he'll see that she's not immortal after all.
He won't be able to play the denial game.
The one where your mom is still young and will always be there.
Forever.
I dread this because I hate to see him sad.
That's the truth
.
.
I was looking for lullabies and found?
The Dixie Chicks?
Sure.
WB's mom is in the hospital. Blood clots. I haven't talked to her but he did. Says she's funny and has everyone eating out of her hand. He's all optimistic.
I'm worried.
This isn't blood clot.
It's blood clots.
His father already died.
That was hard on him.
But if his mother dies that is different.
She'll be all memories.
When our parents die, I think that we become orphans.
Literally and figuratively.
All the worries and unspoken becomes engraved in stone.
When they're alive it's flux but not when they die.
Then?
It's all laid down and the chance to say the things in our heart is gone.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I hope so.
I dread this and hope that they find what is wrong and fix it.
Not so much for her but for WB.
So that he won't be sad.
Hugs WB.
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Some change is good but some change can just break your heart...
How do you replace that hole in your heart?
My own father promised me that he would live to be 100.
He promised.
Because even if I don't get to see him, I know that he's alive.
There is still hope in the world.
.
I think that's why WB isn't going to see her.
If he goes and sees her there in the hospital, surrounded by all the machines and nurses, he'll see that she's not immortal after all.
He won't be able to play the denial game.
The one where your mom is still young and will always be there.
Forever.
I dread this because I hate to see him sad.
That's the truth
.
.
For CinamonWaffles who can't sleep...
.
Yeah me neither.
Look, I know that change is inevitable. It really is. For all living beings, you have to adapt to the winds out in the world. BUT keeping parts of your life the same is good too. The "lovey" that gets you through the uncomfortable times of your life, even if's a bit frayed on the edges, is still your lovely. Your friends get older (and weirder) but they are still your friends. It's difficult for you. I know that. There's been so many changes that you've had to go through. Doesn't seem fair but I also know that you've managed to survive them. Help those good things in your life to stay the same even while life is changing round you. Or change with it.
Grow...
Think of the changes for the better that didn't exist. Wouldn't you miss the new friend? The one that didn't exist last year or even last week?
Think of all the changes that have made your life easier eh? Like your cell phone? How about Twitter or the Internet. Good changes right?
The trick is to always add things to your Happy List that you take joy in. Keep reading that list to remember all the good things in your life. Even though they change there is one thing that doesn't.
Joy.
Remember that there are things that haven't changed.
I'm still here.
Remember that.
:D
.
LOL Okay, something to ponder.
Are you a person who likes the "band aids" in your life ripped off or gently tugged off. Me? It depends. I'm thinking that I'd like my bad news just given warts and all.
And
What's number one on your Happy List?
.
Note
Ballad of John and Yoko
.
.
Yeah me neither.
Look, I know that change is inevitable. It really is. For all living beings, you have to adapt to the winds out in the world. BUT keeping parts of your life the same is good too. The "lovey" that gets you through the uncomfortable times of your life, even if's a bit frayed on the edges, is still your lovely. Your friends get older (and weirder) but they are still your friends. It's difficult for you. I know that. There's been so many changes that you've had to go through. Doesn't seem fair but I also know that you've managed to survive them. Help those good things in your life to stay the same even while life is changing round you. Or change with it.
Grow...
Think of the changes for the better that didn't exist. Wouldn't you miss the new friend? The one that didn't exist last year or even last week?
Think of all the changes that have made your life easier eh? Like your cell phone? How about Twitter or the Internet. Good changes right?
The trick is to always add things to your Happy List that you take joy in. Keep reading that list to remember all the good things in your life. Even though they change there is one thing that doesn't.
Joy.
Remember that there are things that haven't changed.
I'm still here.
Remember that.
:D
.
LOL Okay, something to ponder.
Are you a person who likes the "band aids" in your life ripped off or gently tugged off. Me? It depends. I'm thinking that I'd like my bad news just given warts and all.
And
What's number one on your Happy List?
.
Note
Ballad of John and Yoko
.
.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
.
Attention
This Wednesday
OneHourTheater’s production of
.
Biographies in a Bag
by LLS writer and comedian Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.starring
Rachel Ogilvy
and
Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.
Note. Ms. Ogilvy's Wednesday night performance will also be live cast on the Internet.
www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater for details.
.
.
.
Attention
This Wednesday
OneHourTheater’s production of
.
Biographies in a Bag
by LLS writer and comedian Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.starring
Rachel Ogilvy
and
Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.
Note. Ms. Ogilvy's Wednesday night performance will also be live cast on the Internet.
www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater for details.
.
.
.
"Dear Persons responsible for ...
.
changing the formulation of the dishwasher soap so that I have to wash the dishes before I put them into the dishwasher,
This post is for you.
Love (cough)
Housewife Ann
The post.
"Thin Intellegence"
definition
The minimum of knowledge required to do something. Not having the depth of knowledge to understand or predict the consequences of their actions.
Used in a sentence.
The people who changed the formula of the dish washing soap are prime examples of "Thin Intelligence. The new soap doesn't clean the soil off the dishes so that the soil senor, an energy saving device, is rendered useless. Therefore, I have to use more energy and water to pre clean the dishes before the dishwasher cleans them.
Or I guess I could junk this dishwasher and buy another that does work with the new soap. Naw, even if I didn't replace it and simply washed the dishes by hand, junking this dishwasher will add to the clutter of the landfill.
Isn't it possible to have designed soap that would be kind to the environment AND work?
Sure it would. They finally did it with the toilets.
But you'd have to have more than thin intelligence to do this.
.
PS I'm going to use the extra water to pre rinse and still use the dishwasher.
As I do, I'm going to say:
A curse to you "thin intelligence person who changed the soap without asking, "How will this affect the existing dishwashers? Will it cause the existing energy efficient machines not to work?" If you really want to get back to the land go with my blessing. Run through the bushes in loin cloths but leave my dishwasher alone. I went along time without one and then got one.
Life is better with than without.
All together now --
"May the bird of Paradise fly up your nose.
May and elephant caress you with it's toes.
May you wife always have runners in her hose.
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose."
Don't go postal, Gentle Readers.
Nope.
This time?
Vote
,,
.
changing the formulation of the dishwasher soap so that I have to wash the dishes before I put them into the dishwasher,
This post is for you.
Love (cough)
Housewife Ann
The post.
"Thin Intellegence"
definition
The minimum of knowledge required to do something. Not having the depth of knowledge to understand or predict the consequences of their actions.
Used in a sentence.
The people who changed the formula of the dish washing soap are prime examples of "Thin Intelligence. The new soap doesn't clean the soil off the dishes so that the soil senor, an energy saving device, is rendered useless. Therefore, I have to use more energy and water to pre clean the dishes before the dishwasher cleans them.
Or I guess I could junk this dishwasher and buy another that does work with the new soap. Naw, even if I didn't replace it and simply washed the dishes by hand, junking this dishwasher will add to the clutter of the landfill.
Isn't it possible to have designed soap that would be kind to the environment AND work?
Sure it would. They finally did it with the toilets.
But you'd have to have more than thin intelligence to do this.
.
PS I'm going to use the extra water to pre rinse and still use the dishwasher.
As I do, I'm going to say:
A curse to you "thin intelligence person who changed the soap without asking, "How will this affect the existing dishwashers? Will it cause the existing energy efficient machines not to work?" If you really want to get back to the land go with my blessing. Run through the bushes in loin cloths but leave my dishwasher alone. I went along time without one and then got one.
Life is better with than without.
All together now --
"May the bird of Paradise fly up your nose.
May and elephant caress you with it's toes.
May you wife always have runners in her hose.
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose."
Don't go postal, Gentle Readers.
Nope.
This time?
Vote
,,
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
...
Psst Live ...Internet broadcast... Wednesday...LLS writer Lynn Ferguson... starring RachelOgilvy&LynnFerguson @OneHourTheater for details
...
From Twitter
for more information www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater
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...
Psst Live ...Internet broadcast... Wednesday...LLS writer Lynn Ferguson... starring RachelOgilvy&LynnFerguson @OneHourTheater for details
...
From Twitter
for more information www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater
.
...
.
This Wednesday
Biographies in a Bag
.
Attention
This Wednesday
OneHourTheater’s production of
.
Biographies in a Bag
by LLS writer and comedian Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.starring
Rachel Ogilvy
and
Lynn Ferguson
.
.
.
.
Note. Ms. Ogilvy's Wednesday night performance will also be live cast on the Internet.
www.twitter.com/OneHourTheater for details.
.
.
.
.
.
P.
.
Slacker Nation anthem...Knock on Wood
.
Bahbayba wooooooo Ba ba ba beeee.
Dunno why. I just love this song....
I used to read the blog of a very very very industrious person. It seemed as if every blog entry was documented with all of their various projects complete with photos.
It made me tired just to read it.
After a while it seemed as if I had no other choice. I stopped writing those stupid "to do" lists and resolutions and just did stuff. Today for instance I've been surfing the web trying to find something to wash my clothes in. I tried going-shopping for one but I just keep coming to the same notion - "Why, oh why, am I here with aching feet and grouchy WB when I could be at home doing this on the web while I watch Emma Stone in this most excellent movie."
So, after being taken out to eat and entering a griping match with WB?
I went home and got some sleep.
At least I can be comfortable while I grumble about the cost of these machines. I could take the laundry to laundrymat, watch a movie, and surf the web while I grumbled.
In my comfy pants. There'd be a movie, narrowed choices, AND most importantly I'd have clean towels tomorrow. Did I do that yesterday? No, no yesterday I threw my good sense out the window for a chance to ride in the truck to the nearest town so that I could walk around and have a b8tch session.
Not good.
Now the night before that? We ate at a really good Japanese restaurant so it was worth it but last night?
No.
Of course I did get to go to Body Works and there was a sale ...
Hugs Slackers.
Be glad that we live in the age of the Internet.
Yay.
Now if you'll all put on your comfey pants, pour yourself something good to drink, pull out the snacks, and join me in the Slacker Nation anthem -
LOL Rattle them pots and pans???
You better knock on wood :D
AuthorAnn
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Bahbayba wooooooo Ba ba ba beeee.
Dunno why. I just love this song....
I used to read the blog of a very very very industrious person. It seemed as if every blog entry was documented with all of their various projects complete with photos.
It made me tired just to read it.
After a while it seemed as if I had no other choice. I stopped writing those stupid "to do" lists and resolutions and just did stuff. Today for instance I've been surfing the web trying to find something to wash my clothes in. I tried going-shopping for one but I just keep coming to the same notion - "Why, oh why, am I here with aching feet and grouchy WB when I could be at home doing this on the web while I watch Emma Stone in this most excellent movie."
So, after being taken out to eat and entering a griping match with WB?
I went home and got some sleep.
At least I can be comfortable while I grumble about the cost of these machines. I could take the laundry to laundrymat, watch a movie, and surf the web while I grumbled.
In my comfy pants. There'd be a movie, narrowed choices, AND most importantly I'd have clean towels tomorrow. Did I do that yesterday? No, no yesterday I threw my good sense out the window for a chance to ride in the truck to the nearest town so that I could walk around and have a b8tch session.
Not good.
Now the night before that? We ate at a really good Japanese restaurant so it was worth it but last night?
No.
Of course I did get to go to Body Works and there was a sale ...
Hugs Slackers.
Be glad that we live in the age of the Internet.
Yay.
Now if you'll all put on your comfey pants, pour yourself something good to drink, pull out the snacks, and join me in the Slacker Nation anthem -
LOL Rattle them pots and pans???
You better knock on wood :D
AuthorAnn
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