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"...What. What do you want me to say?  Don't go? Your my woman? Stay?  What do you want?..."

Yeah, about that.  If someone is still talking directly to you instead of  looking around for the nearest exit?  It might be a good idea to pay attention.


.This life is like constantly picking a scab and then expecting the wound to heal.
Lemmie give you a clue.
It doesn't.

I'm exhausted from the effort.

So I'm asking you with all sincerity.

Let's play hooky.

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LOL. So how do you write about your real world in public and yet maintain your private parts?

LOL

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
It's a writer's blog.
A fiction writer's blog.
If you don't know which is the fact and what's the fiction?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.

I'm hungry.

Gonna go eat.


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LOL.

.Gotta go. BBL. WriterAnn

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I watch the LLS with tv's CF which lead me to this comment...  The post talked about CF's mention of Scotland's contribution to the Age of Enlightenment.

Then it linked to a vid of a dog chewing off a person's toe only they don't know it.

To me that is the humor of the LLSwTCF.  Kind of like a boomerang.

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Re: Enlightenment omg-facts.com


LOL, you do know that one of the links on this post is about a dog chewing off a women's toe (and that she doesn't even realize it's happening). http://www.omg-facts.com/view/Facts/48180

For some reason seeing the words , "...Their views were guided by reasoning and the rejection of authority that couldn’t be justified by reason...." on the same post as a link to a dog chewing off a woman's toe and she doesn't know it to be the kind of humor of CF's Late night television talk show.

Good golly, I do love the Internet...."

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Latvia?
Seriously?

Hello Latvia.  Must be a Taylor Swift fan. Me too. 

Welcome to 12dots.

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"The stakes are high.
The water's rough.
But this love is ours..."


The first time I met my neighbor, she was working out in the yard. I remember how beautiful the yard looked.  So I did what folks do here, they ask how the person manages to get their yard looking so beautiful.

During the conversation she out of the blue told me that her husband would be back next month. "Business?" I asked.  The reply was no.  Her husband was in Iraq. In one of those moments where people instinctively know that a complete stranger could be trusted, she told me that she didn't talk about it much. Part of her was worried about being alone while her husband was so far away.  I told her not to worry.  They'd both be fine.

I'm happy to say that he made it back. He's nice. They both are.



I've started thanking people who have come back from Iraq. It's alittle weird because some of these folks are complete strangers.  I do it because of a guy I met on one of my trips.  He was a Vietnam veteran.  He told me, with tears in his eyes, that his return from Vietnam was rocky.  People weren't nice to him.  It wasn't that they ignored him or were completely oblivious to there being a wa-- I mean a military action in Vietnam.  If they had do so, it would have been easier. Nope. After a nightmare of a time in Vietnam, he returned home to complete strangers who hated him for being in the military. Didn't matter if he was drafted or if he volunteered.   He was trying so hard not to cry that the next thing I knew he had snapped to attention.  Everything but the salute. 

He was still waiting for someone to welcome him home.

So when I see someone has come back safe and sound?

I say, "Welcome home."

and

"Thanks."




That's the truth.


Welcome to 12 dots and a blot.
It is a it's heart a writer's blog.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which.
Please.

Don't ASSume.
Ask.


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Writer's note:



And if it's after Wednesday, 29 February, 2012? ...

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And if it's Wednesday, 29 February, 2012.

I was going to write about Marilyn Monroe.

But I am not.

I read once that you could gage how much of a narcissist a person was by counting the number of times they used the pronoun "I".

Not going to write about that either.

Nor am I going to ask random people to marry me for fun or profit.

Instead, I've been sitting here looking for downloadable images of an MC Esher drawing.

It's not the one of the drawing of a hand drawing hand even if that would be a good image for the narcasist comment.

But no.

I'm trying to find the image of the optical illusion stairways.

No, not the one with the waterfall.

The other one with just stairs merging into stairs.

You see what I want to write about is about the interrelated nature of the mind and the concept of reality.

And compare it to the limits of the universe.

Sounds grand but it's not.

It's actually basically simple.

Reality can be defined into two waves:

that reality that is

and

that reality that we percieve.

I wanted to wonder through the randomness of the human mind find it's limits and find the limitness of a random yet reality based creation.

It was called 12 dogs and a blog.

Through 12 dogs and the Interactive Blog Story, I took something that looked mundane and simple, everyday, and tried to give it the unlimited qualities of imagination.

Nothing gave me greater pleasure than to write that blog and then randomly click the blue links to see what story would unfold.

Even I was surprised at the multitude of  expected stories that could be generated.

For me?

It was as if I could travel in time and the percieved reality that was my imagination.

Even better?

I could invite others to go there as well.

The blog entries were realtime but  I could link back and forth to past blog posts. I could revisit or illuminate the present with an idea or post from the past.

God only knows the interelated nature of the logic.

It was one of the most fun things that I've ever written.

Then it was deleted

October 31st years ago.

Before it was deleted, I was able to cut and copy the blog.

So did other folks.

The thing that they didn't realize was that there were puzzles about that blog that couldn't be cut and copied.

LOL

Anyway.

After the blog was deleted, I wondered around trying to find a new place to write my blog stories.  In an exhausted state I started writing here.

While this isn't 12 dogs, it's given me a place to be for a bit.

Now I have to decide where to go from here.

While 12 dogs taught me to write,

12 dots taught me how much I missed the Interactive Blog Stories.

It also taught me how much I missed writing for someone.

Because at 12 dogs I did indeed write for particular people in my life.

Sigh.

Here?

I don't really write for anyone.

Not even myself.

I have thought very hard about deleteing this blog.

I like writing in quiet.

I don't like writing in a fishbowl at all.

But there is someone who I promised to keep the light on for along time ago.

While I long ago gave up that I'd hear from her again?

I still keep the virtual "light on" my Internet front poarch just in case we cross paths again.

Please note that she is involved.

I'm not a stalker.

This is mostly because of the way we met and the fact that she kept her promise to let me know when she left.

When she comes back?

I want her to have this Zen Garden to come to.

If you are new here?

Welcome.

I don't write the blog stories because of how disheartening it was when they were downloaded by someone who tried to be Writing Buddy but wasn't.

There is one Writing Buddy.

.

Now then.

Welcome to 12dots and a blot.

While it doesn't replace 12 dogs.

And it doesn't continue 12 dogs.

It has given me a place to rest.

This is a writer's journal but it's not a diary.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Don't assume.

Ask.

It's already been a busy year and it's about to get even busier.

Thanks to the Zen experiment?

I have a way point.

(have aready written about it)

It's legal and moral and actually fun.

I'll try to write about it here but I might not.

Some days there's just not enough time to live a life and then write about it.

Have lots to do and writing here may get to be not so easy but write here I will.

Check the Twitter and this blog.

Hugs and love.

Not deleting this blog.

Ann

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About MC Escher

http://www.mathacademy.com/pr/minitext/escher/

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Read the next post 

Follow the blue links.
Be very, very observant.
Nothing stays the same forever.
Including this blog post.

And?

If it's Wednesday.?

. . I don't think I ccan staand the suu...


 < click me.


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Who knew that fencing could be so much fun?

For most of this experience it's been good, but that was just because the people were excellent and the class was well organized.

But Saturday?

I got to actually fence with another person.

Nice.

It's gonna take a bit of work to get to the "point" of it all but I'm thinking it is worth it.

 . It's  a mental game.

Fast.

Good.

Seriously good.



I may be "gawd awwful" but ....

If you're going to spend the seconds of the day doing something?

The endevor should be worth the effort.

Fencing, like sailing, is not boring.

You're chasing the new every minute you engage in the process.

Almost as good as the time we were in the boat and it spun out of control but we didn't lose it.

(Honest it did.)

But where while sailing is grace and power.

Fencing is speed.


I kind of like this "place".
There is something about this combination of people that's right.


There's a hum like electricity here.

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I'm gonna stick around for a bit.




  Hmm but since Feb 29th comes BEFORE the next class. I'm thinking of taking a detour ...

(That there kids is a "blue link". )

Not for nothing, I do have a personal life....


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Oscars 2012



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"Tooooodddayayayayayay  is the ...."

last day of fencing classs.



Note to self.

If a car dealer has a car that isn't selling, he or she can send it to the auction.

If that car dealer will only sell it to you if you buy it WITHOUT  at least sitting in that car?

Well after all they did say that they were sending it to the car auction.


There is ALWAYS another boat.


Sail on.


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http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-john-malcontent.html?showComment=1330126143449#c1349137064399584777

Life after all is in the details and in the case of this blog? 

In the comments.

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I talked to my dad today. He can walk and talk and he was asking about buying a sailboat. He could sail it if he wanted.

I have tried most everything I know to replace being on the water and there's just not anything. Don't get me wrong, I love my son and WB is okay but I would be less of a person if I kept staying on dry land. Soon I would dry up to dust. I'd like to save that for the day when my soul is no longer on Earth and that thing known as my body melts into the dirt.



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http://teachertomsblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/now-im-50.html

For someone I don't know in celbration of their 50th birthday.

He writes a pretty good Blogspot blog.

I'm not sure if you'll see this comment.

First, happy birthday. The second half of a century seems to be different. Like going from adolesent to adult, we're finally far enough over into second phase of life to be past the "average experience".

Second?

Hmm, here's a challenge.

Can you express one experience today in one word? Will that word be inclusive enough so that I, a complete stranger, would understand not just the basic emotion but also specifics of the event.

For example, I can could use the word, "wet" to describe today because it did rain but I'm not sure if it's specific enough to ensure that the response would be atmospheric. After all the word "wet" could describe a sunny day at the beach or giving the dog a bath.

So there's the challenge from a complete stranger to celebrate their birthday.

I hope that the one word for a day this year is "bliss".

Hugs,

AuthorAnn

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http://crooksandliars.com/2007/08/12/fns-ann-romneys-convenient-memory

http://crooksandliars.com/media/play/wmv/2118/15749

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Can't make this stuff up...

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2007/08/ann-romney-does/

http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/05/09/ann-romneys-planned-parenthood-donation/





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My Little Pony....of death !!! Dum dah dum daaaaah duuuuuum

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If My Little Pony was made for the Sky Rim crowd.

Oh wait.



"Oh look, Johnny,  you're weird Aunt Rosie gave your little sister a My Little Pony. Isn't it cute."

"Uh mom?"

"Yes dear."

"I don't spend alot of quality time with My Little Pony dolls, but I'm pretty sure that their eyes arent supposed to glow like that."

"What?"

"Yeah that pony has a Rays of Death mod and I'm thinking that it's not supposed  to shoot Rainbow Skittle Bombs out of it's butt. "

"Mooooommmmmyyyyyyy, My Little Pony just fried Fluffy with a death ray."




"My Little Pony of Death" coming to a  Mega Mart near you.."


Note: It took us a couple of time to watch the first time we were laughing hysterically so all we could see was the cute little homicidal My Little Pony. Thank the Lord for subtitles.

"Myyyyyy little ppppoooooonnnnniiiieeeee."


TASTE THE RAINBOW. TEE HEE.

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On Saturday mornings, I wake up, dress, drive, and then put my body through stuff.

I'm the oldest in the group.  It's possible that I'm so old that I could be the mom to one or two of the fellas who teach the class. I know that I'm old emough to be the grandparent of the youngest.  I'm writing this because of my dad. 

My dad quit smoking when he was my age.  He would tell us that the only way he did it was to say no to it. Self control.  And he did quit for years and years until his  70's when he started smoking cigars. He'd sit out on the back porch and smoke. My mom complaining about it.  I'd ask him why after years he went back to a habit which he swore to us was bad for our health.

"Because now I can."




This isn't an example of great writing. It's just a short hand reminder of what my obligations to this life are and are not.


And that life changes.



For instance?


For years I was not able to sail a boat because I worried that, if I got hurt or if it were too expensive,  I'd cause problems for my Pup.




Now like late Winter? I can feel Spring approaching and the strong strong urge to climb "mountains" that my family told me were not for me to climb.



And I left a friend.

A good friend who I could talk to at anytime.  I once called him at 3am.  I heard his sleepy voice on the other end of the line and half expected him to yell or hang up.  He never did.  Not until much later when we'd had our disagreement. Even then he didn't hang up. He didn't talk. He let me try to explain.

I tried but the obligations of my life were there.

Life chose for me.

The last time I mentioned this to my father, he told me that it was done. "The past is the past."  he told me, "You can not go back. It's done."   I know that he said that because he wants me to be safe. If it were up to him, I'd be happily puttering around the house.  I tried. I'm not good at puttering.

WB is good at it but I'm not.


I've been trying hard to explain.

What I want to do is neither illegal nor immoral.

My obligations aren't the same as they were.






Note to self. In my Great Aunt's obit, it stated that she went fishing in Alaska in her 90's.  She lived to be more than 100.   She didn't die of old age or failing body. She died of a broken heart. Her best friend in the world died. No matter how many people talked to her, she felt in her heart that she was the "last dodo".


If I've learned anything from my Great Aunt's life it's that you make the choice to live your life.  Yes, there may be realities but there are choices too.

I don't not have to ever be the "last dodo" but if I am the last of my kind?  I shouldn't waste my time complaining about it.

Not while there is so much in this world to see.

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LOL



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The Further Advanetures of Plastic Man


Somewhere in the middle of PlasticLand

There lives the life a real live man.

Through the storms

He makes his plans

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Why is it only men who make their ideal?  Pygmalion? Made by a man. Pinocio (spell it? I can't hardly keep my eyes open to type), again made by a man.


What type of ideal would be made by a woman?


I'm worried that we'd make such a flawed  individual (because we do like our bad boys) that he'd ruin our world before we could "fix" him.


Think about it.


Note. I had little to no sleep last night. Drove along way, slept with crank dogs , I'm trying to stuff a biscuit in my mouth, drink a glass of milk, listen to cranky pups, listen to cranky Pup.

The two legged one is now in the car complaining, "We are late. Stupid writers."

Sorry for the typos.

Rough draft.

Veryyy.

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Funny, but it's at this moment you'd get lucky.

Archaic ref. (Calgone take me away.)

So I'm thinking that the creation's name? Calgone

LOL and it was a woman who created the character Frankenstein.

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"I finally have an idea. I have a life. Something to look forward to and work towards.

 Happy.

And?

While I love to share a laugh with someone? 

I can make myself laught too.

It's good."

:D

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Way before there was a Kardashian or the Jersey Shore or My Sweet 16?

There was Ed.

If you get a chance to see this movie? Do it.

LOLOLOLOLOOOL




Now that's television.


LOL I'd write a fiction book about it but well it's already been done better than I could ever do. So I'll pass.

Answer to the question?

"Would you rather be rich or famous?"


:D

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Hugs.

LOL I have alot to do this year.

Hugs again. I don't know why people are reading this blog. Maybe they aren't. Maybe I'm some middle of the night rss feed addition that they forgot about?
Dunno.

What I do know is this >

I'm a writer.
I'm a mom.
I have a boat that needs work and animals that need feeding.
My life has been puncutated with some pretty odd occurances which I try to have a sense of humor about.
I've had friends who I loved dearly but now don't see.

And?

I write a blog that has to have a disclaimer so that you, Gentle Readers, don't think I'm nuts. LOL, Repeat after me



Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
It's a writer's journal.
It is NOT a diary.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you do not know which is which?
Please do not ASSume.
Ask.

Thanks.

Sigh, and Newt? If you are out there reading this? I miss chatting but mostly I miss your music choices. I miss your advice. Heck I miss hearing about Lexi. I miss you friend Newt.

LOL, I'm listening to Macy Gray at the moment. Who's going  to remind me that there's more music in the world. LOL, I'm actually listening to

Honestly. Can this be a good idea?

(Grumble. I use to listen to the Late Late Show to keep my musical mind from atrophy. Now? Nope. No music. No words to set me back on my heels in thought. Instead? Sophmoric. I don't mind sophmoric if it makes me laugh. I've laughed at fart jokes. But this isn't the same. What worries me most is that the show will turn into a late night version of A Star Is Born. Next think I know, the robot skeleton will be hosting The LateLateShow and Craig Ferguson will have either quit or will be enshrined in that "carbonite" known as the 11:30 late night talk show hour. Ack. Grumble. Grumble. Ack. Ack.

I'm channeling Newt conversations to keep from being bored. Staying up late with the hopes that LLSwithCF will come out of the doldrums. Hoping that someday I'll look in my comments and see some smart azz comment from Newt.
Otherwise, I write.

Sigh.

And trust me. I am a writer. My real life is different.

Sometimes.

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"...

I'm in the bathroom of this book store when a voice floats out of no where.  Not asking for toilet paper,  I hear this voice from the other stall asking  "I'm sorry. I'm doing research for a book. If you could identify one thing in your life that does or would make you happy? What would that be?"

Yes, these are the EXACT words coming from inside the bathroom stall. I'm thinking that if I didn't wash my hands I could escape. Unless they'd looked at my shoes? How would they know who I was?
I'm looking at the space under the stall door. The jeans that were around their ankles aren't and I'm hearing the sound of a zipper. I'm not moving.

"It could be just one thing. Doesn't have to have happend. Maybe something that you think would make you happy if it did happen ..." The stall door is opening. There's still time to move.
I'm not moving.

..."


From The Zen Happiness Experiment
author c anne ford

all rights reserved by the author

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"...

So there I am in the bathroom stall of a book store which shall remain nameless.

Yes that is a "run on" sentence but this has been a "run on" kind of life.

On and on and on...

Rare but it happens. It's why we need these ... "


2-16-12 c anne ford

Honestly, if we're going to start fighting about punctuation and grammer from the start?

You can leave.

I'm staying.


It is my blog.


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This is `12dotsandablot.
A writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Don't ASSume.
ASk.

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Stuff to do.

How about you?


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LOL there's parts of this video missing.

Why do I live this waaaayyyy??? Hey must be the money??


LOLOLOLOLOL

Boat. Must. Have. Boat.

And dogs.

And Pup.

And music.

Must have music.

lol.

Well after much effort and planning? It's the Zen Happiness Tour.

Heyyy must be the money (and fun)...

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Dear Pup,


"You gotta be..."

?

You.

You've gotta be you.

I can talk to you about my life.

I can be there if things go wrong.

But really.

You have to do the work of life.

Good news?

You're up to the challenge.


Now then.

I'm not leaving you.

I'm saying  you've always got a place at my table.

Now go live your life.

It's will be okay.

If it's not?

Then come sit besides me.

I'll hug your neck.

I'll give you a place to heal.

I'll kick you back out into the world when you're better.

I'll tell you,

"You ll be okay."

"You aren't alone."


Hugs,


Mom


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Note to Gentle Readers everywhere.

Read the comments.

Otherwise you might miss something.



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I'm not sure what I'll be doing next month. 


It'll involve fun.

For me.

And hopefully for you too.


What will it be?

Hmm

BBL.




Oh and I hope that you had a nice day yesterday. I didn't. The day once again sucked.  You see this is why I hide out  here until it's over. No matter what I do Fate shows up and gives me a gigantic "bitch slap".

I was going to appologize for whatever I've done to pizz off Fate.

Then I thought about it.

VD only comes once a year and I didn't do it.


:D

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If think that VD sucks?
Clap your hands.
If you think VD sucks?
Clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it?
And your money you would blow it?
If you're happy and you know it?
And you really want to show it?

LOL you must take really good drugs.


Very sleepy.

Well it's Valentine's Day.

Sigh.

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Pssst. I'm in the comments of the next post or on Twitter until further notice.

I'm also looking at china patterns.

Go figure.



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. "... A guy walked up to me and said, "I'm going to tell you a joke because I find you physically attractive." I'm like , "What are you talkin--" when he interupts. "No, I'm not a pervert. I just want to sleep with you but I heard you tell a friend that you're only interested in guys with a sense of humor. Thought I'd cut to the chase. So the joke is 'Two guys walk into a ba-" Which is when I turned around and walked far, far, away. ...." From something I wrote but can't finish because the dogs, uh the dogs, are wanting to go out for walks and I still haven't put on my pants. Going, going, gone until all here is walked, feed, and has lap time. Then? I'm gonna take a bath and a nap. Talk to me. ." 

C Anne Ford, Feb 8, 2012 09:24 AM in comments of this blog.

Relationships are  weird.


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"Oddly enough, I'm not mad at the dog for making 'poopy' on the floor. I'm mad because I stepped in said 'poopy' at the exact minute that I had to 'pee'.

All I could think about was, 'Lift lid, lift lid again because it's a crap lid, pull down pants, sit down, and do not - do not put your left foot on the floor because that squishy feeling on the bottom of your show is 'doggy poop'  ".

from

10:30 Wakeup Call

C anne ford

Someone, who I've know for years, told me that to use the phrase, "I've seen you 'naked'.",  was crude.

So I'm making him a character and putting him the above situation.

:D


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"I've seen you  ' naked '."    phrase indicating how well you know a person.  You don't have to have actually seen the person naked. It's "naked" not naked.  Actually it's "I've seen you "nekkid".  Which here in the Deep South is probably the way you say it.

Nooooo it's probably more like,

"Don't be trying to pull that stuff on me? Bless your heart, honey, I've seen you "nekkid"."

Translation?

"Get real."

LOL finally got the dog poopy off my shoe.

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Good mercy, I need a conversation like a drug addict needs a fix. Oh and Paula Dean has Type 2 Diabetes.

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"I am too rich and too old to give a dam about what my critics say."

Now that is a quote.

:D

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LOL, almost forgot.

The disclaimer.

This is 12dotsand ablot.

A fiction writer's journal.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

I you don't know which is which.

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

For example?

I am seriously in love with that big screen tv.

And that is a fact.

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I usually reference this  particular scene when talking about love and interpersonal relationships.  Sure the idea of every morning waking up to someone who's hanging on my every word would annoy. I have two dogs who sleep with me and trust me when I tell you that when that much "enthusiasm" wakes you up in the morning?

It's annoying.


But the idea that each person has a situation that makes them happy isn't annoying.


For most of our lives we settle because we're told that it's just the reality of life. I don't think it is. You may not be able to order up Mr. Perfect but you can know yourself so that if he did show up on your door step?

You'd recognize him.


And the little things do matter.

I don't want the boundless attention of someone every morning.

I do want someone to actually like me.

That's important.


I don't hate Valentine's Day.

I just dread it.

All those flowers.

All those people in lurve.

If you aren't in a relationship?

This stuff can make you feel like the biggest loser on the planet.

I'm tired of making the best of it.

I really and truly am.

I'm not going out an celebrating my unique self on the 14th.




I'd like someone to send me flowers because they care not because according to the "check list of love" it's expected.


I'd like someone to care.



Life is interesting when you're with someone who gives a damm. The world's not so big and scary.  No matter how dark the night?

There's some lovely window with a light on and some person that gives a dam if you come home.

I'd like that.


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Latvia?



Seriously? Latvia?


Do you post comments?

I hope so because the folks from the United Kingdom didn't even say "Hi"


So hello and welcome to my blog.

Welcome Gentle Readers from Latvia.

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I miss Newt.

I'm gonna get that printed on a bumper sticker.

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" You know I really do like this big screen tv."

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"Good Lord in Heaven above. Who the heck is reading my blog in Russia?"

Seriously, for a while now someone or someones from Russia has/have been reading my blog.  Who the heck are you and why, why, why are you reading this blog.

LOL I don't hardly read my blog.

At least not this one. I used to love to read my old blog because I loved to write my old blog.

This blog. Nope.

This one is boring.

Now post in comments so that I'll know who you are.

:D\\

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Best advice that I ever got was from my Mom and Dad.



"Do not look for trouble. It's looking for you so why should you help?"

"To make money you should have more coming in that outgoing."

"If you are worried? Clean something. Plant something. Go for a walk. Do not sit and fret. That way no matter what happens? You'll at least have something productive to show for your time."



"If the club you belong to has it's hand out for money but not for friendship? 
There better be a very good reason why you're paying the dues. "


"Business? Is business."


"Married is married."

If a man tells you he's not the kind of man you should go out with? You might want to believe him."


And from my PawPaw?

"A man worth his keep will come to your house, get out of the car, go up to the door, introduce himself to your parents, hold the door open for you, open the car door for you, own the car you're about to drive off in, take you out into the world, bring you back at a decent hour, and then respectfully kiss you good night. 


That man is a keeper.



He'll also get to bed early because he has a job.

A man who'll drive up to your house in a car he doesn't own, honk the horn, yell out the window, "hurry up",  take you to a low dive bar, take you to some place in the middle of nowhere, bring you back home late and leave you to walk your own self to the door?

That man is headed for trouble.

Not for you."


"Having something constructive to do with your day even if you have the money to sit?
Is a good idea. Keeps you out of trouble."


"Do as I say, not as I do. I was young once. Learn from my mistakes."


"I'm in my 70's and here I am digging up a shrub by it's roots. Yes, I do have the money. Yes, I could hire someone.  This? Let's me know  -- who am I kidding."


"A rogue can make you laugh.
An earnest man can make you laugh.
Of the two?

The better bet is the earnest man."



"I married for sex and love.  I stayed for the biscuits and gravey."



"If you have the faith of a mustard seed? You can move mountains."



"There is a big difference between being polite and being a doormat."


"When someone looks at you with glittery eyes, promises you the moon, and then smiles? Might want to wonder what they want."


My addition to the list.

"Long or short best not to waste the breath that you're given."



"Life is best experienced with a sense of humor. Just as easy to laugh your troubles away as to cry. "





"In life you ride many roads and live many lives. Breathe deep the laughter and pain."







"In life? There's always a new tomorrow. Keep calm and carry on."

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What's so funny about Peace Love and Understanding..."

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WB and I were talking about what to do next....



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I think that a right good paragraph or three would be in order.  Pages of paragraphs, I say, lovely paragraphs detailing the times, good or bad, about the life of  his right honorable Charles Dickens.  Lovely tales detailing the life and times of all around him.  Verbal portraits that entertain and , yes, educate.  For are we not better having read the tale of little Tiny Tim.  Are we not, each Christmas, reminded of the true meaning of Christmas? Are we not reminded to be kind to each other and not be a "Scrooge" to others? 

And what about cultural differences and the luck we have having not been born to France during the French Revolution?

For today, (thanks Google), we are reminded that it is that dear man, author Charles Dickens' birthday. Today and everyday this year there are plans to celebrate his great tallent and the fact that he got paid by the word.

So stop your griping English Lit Class.  Charles Dickens isn't your nemisis. Ah no, from what I've seen? He should be your patron saint. Expecially when a 300 word essay begins,

"Charles Dickens was a very, very,very, very, very, very important author from that jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly. (still have another 280 words to go better add another "jolly") jolly olde England...."

LOL.




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Hear ye. Hear ye.

A bit of history relevant to the month of February 2012.

"...The first documentation of this practice dates back to 1288, when Scotland supposedly passed a law that allowed women to propose marriage to the man of their choice in that year. Tradition states they also made it law that any man who declined a proposal in a leap year must pay a fine. The fine could range from a kiss to payment for a silk dress or a pair of gloves..."

Finally are reason not to go into my VD hurricane hole.

Now then. If I ask as many men as possible to marry on February 29th and they decline? I could ask for a fine from each person who declines.

Hmmmm thinking, thinking, thinking...

I know, I could ask one of those guys in Australia. They're cute.

http://rsanews.com/craig-ferguson-groundhog-kardashian-nerdist/

(the mention of the Adelaide Craig Ferguson.)


So what happens next?

 .:D. . < that would be another blue link...I'd click it. 

.:Or go back to the beginning...


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Music Theory

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801?  Brian Eno? Phil Manzanera?  








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And mainstream? At least at the time?

"...

I think.
I think I am.

Therefore I am.

I think

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Don't let the music spook or bore. It's different.

Long time ago.

Back in the day of concept albums, headphones, and ideas.

Long time ago.

Moving through time.

Funny to think how long ago.



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Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
A writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Don't ASSume.
Ask.



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You will never, ever guess why I'm posting this vid.

(Unless you know me really well.)

The sun is out.

It is NOT raining.

I got to bed early.

The very, very big screen tv is running.

It's all in glorius HDTV 1080p.

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:)

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PS. Seriously, you will never know why I posted this video.

It's kind of like Prohibition being over.


:D


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I don't think I ccan staand the suuuspeense.


Something besides Twitter?





Going outside.


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Dear Gisele (aka Mrs. Tom Brady),

You go girl.

Love,

GHB

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Okay

One more time.

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.

A writer's journal.

Fact and  fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

I have to do this otherwise you might think that I'm nuts.

LOL.

Happy reading.

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Not sure, but, I think that I'm actually looking forward to seeing this movie.



"...Get up. Get up. GET UP.  Get out of this "bed of affliction". GET UP and DO SOMETHING. (Almost) anything is better.

Get up and have something to show for the day.

GET UP."

c anne ford

2.03.12

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Once upon a time...



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Wake up. It's important.

Please.

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Don Cornelius of Soul Train found dead.  Sad.

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Read me.

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I smell maple bacon and orangejuice (fresh).

This is not fair.

Stomach is growling, "Feeeed me!"

This is what comes from being celibate.

No sex to distract stomach.

If I had sex? My stomach would be waaaaay too busy to worry with food.

Not even maple bacon with fresh orange juice would be a distraction.

Not even if it was served with in bed room service is a lovely B and B in New Orleans.

Grumbles.


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http://southernbite.com/about/

:D Ah mercy in Heaven.

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http://southernbite.com/2011/07/20/papas-lemon-icebox-pie/#comment-4554


Because deep down, past all the health food stuff ?  I am  southern in my heart.





This is the process. When the tomatoes are ripe in the gardens here?  I eat the first real tomato "sandmich"  Yes, "sandmich".  Out comes the whole wheat bread (toasted), the bacon (fried), the mayo, and finally the un refrigerated, vine ripe tomato. The closest you can get to it is Campari green house tomatoes but that's as close as you can get. My dad used to have a garden in back of his house. It was huge. Alot of tomatoes. They'd can them and have them on the table in the kitchen. THE best thing in the world was to sit and eat tomatoes (with just alittle salt and pepper). The Sweet One Hundreds were like candy.  In the winter? You'd open a quart jar of tomatoes add diced bell peppers and onions and salt, pepper, garlic. Simmer in a skillet. Pour over pasta and eat.  The simmer changes things in the tomatoes. Heaven on Earth.

Warm and sweet on the tongue like a kiss.
Juicy.
Too bad Valentine's Day is in February.
Tomatoes, fresh from the garden, are the perfect fruit of love.


I'd eat a "tomayta samich" with this lemon ice box pie and a glass of tea.

Look out the window of my mom and dads kitchen. Be sitting there looking outside at the heat of the day. The grass green. The sky blue. Hot outside but cool under the airconditioning. :)


Nothing better on a hot day in July. I'm glad that I had that experience. Can still taste it.


"...Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and home grown tomatoes..."






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Re read and thought about it.

(a slightly reworked version from yesterday. better.)

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One Day




Kids grow up.



They out grow the careful construct we've spent year assembling for them.


They look us dead in the eyes.




Inform us of all the things we've done wrong.


(Without one word about what we've done right.)



Enough








Hide in the bathroom and do grown kid Lamaze

Keep breathing while they're outside the door,


Their list of wrongs is long. You've got time.


Breath (to deal with the stress).


Breath again.

It's like labor.


Only this kid is bigger than 9 pounds.


(and has a mouth on him)

Breath  very, very deep.

If you're lucky?

You.
Faint.


The list of grievences both real and imagined?


Now the sound of distant thunder as you hit the bathroom floor.

The last word?


Yours.


"Enough"

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Poem -  Enough by C Anne Ford

31 January, 2012

copyright  C Anne Ford  All rights reserved by C Anne Ford. In other words, I wrote it so I own it. If you rip this off for some English class Poetry Assignment?  UR Gonna Go blind and it's gonna fall off.

So give credit.




 

Note from author. LOL I can Google C Anne Ford poetry and The Slacker Chronicles with the Valentine's Day poetry post shows up.

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It's called The Slacker Chronicles.


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LOL, I'm not. I am not staying up late. For some? Doing what feels right is getting a good nights sleep.




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"...

One Day

Kids grow up.

They out grow the careful construct that we've spent year assembling

They look us dead in the eyes.

Inform us of all the things we've done wrong.

Without one word about what we've done right.

Enough

I hide in the bathroom and do grown kid Lamaze

Breathing to deal with the stress.

It's like labor.

Only this kid is bigger than 9 pounds.

I keep breathing while he's outside the door,

Then I faint.

The last word?

"Enough"

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c anne ford

6-30-12



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Prayers to Senator Rick Santorum and his daughter Bella and the rest of his family.  Salutes too to his daughter, Elizabeth, who took Senator Santorum's place in Florida.  Couldn't have been easy.

No matter how you feel about politics?  Senator Santorum's " heart " sure is in the right place when it comes to his family.

Hope that Bella will be much, much better.

(And that is fact not fiction.)

Hugs.

Ann

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Now hear this.


LOL

This is 12dotsandablot.
A writer's journal.
A fiction writer's journal.
It isn't a diary.
Nope.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

Not sure how often I'll be writing this next week so thought I'd use this as a reminder.



Now to things that are political.

LOL, Primary in Florida on Tuesday.

Talk radio is gonna be abuzz.

Now I know I said that I'd stay out of politics but (lol)

In fairness to the current President. If he's repeated himself? It might just be because it's a Republican majority NOT a Democrat majority in the US Congress. He can suggest. He can threaten vetos. He can use the bully pulpit. He can do these things but we have to remember that it's the US Congress that writes, vets, and votes on the law. So if the Republican led US Congress doesn't agree? They don't vote for it.

Ask a member of the US (different than the state's Congress) why they are supporting issues different than the President. See what they say. Think about it. If you agree? Vote for them again but if you don't agree? You can find others to vote for. Heck, maybe you could run for office yourself.

Think about it.

Hugs,

Author Ann

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PS

Does anyone know anybody in Antartica?  It's the only continent that I haven't gotten a view from.  If you know of anyone, will you ask then to come view my blog?

Thx.

Ann


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Dear Gentle Readers,

I know.

Not Christmas.


LOL but guess what?

This evening? It just feels like it is.


Now


(Look it's like a Christmas tree)

WB, Pup, and I are going

to spend the next year

having fun.



Mele Kalikimaka.


Ann


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Yo' UK. Talk to me and I'll hang out abit longer.

In the comments?

Who are you and where are you from?

LOL

Come onnnnn. I'm posting Beatles and Atom Ant.

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Found this on Youtube.

This post and then it's a night.




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The poetry has been a bit rough.

A lullaby.



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You?
You have a choice.
You can look forward into your life.
You can look into the future.
You can shed the past sadness like a heavy coat.
You can cling to it and hide within it.

Now on a cold day?
Hiding warm and safe in that coat is good.
But on a sunny day like today?
Why would you hide in that sweaty, scratchy, uncomfortable existance?
Enough.
It's sunny.
Look at the faces offering hugs.
How will they hug you?
They'd try because they love you but would you ask them that?
Don't.
Enough.
Shed that dark coat and walk barefooted.

1-27-12
c anne ford





I was remembering.

I'm watching that Lorax movie. I don't care if someone tells me it's not cool. I don't care.
Betty White is in this movie.
Of course I'll go see it.


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12 dots disclaimer.

This is 12 dots and a blot.
It's a writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.

Thanks,
The Author of this blog.

I once extracted one word from 5 separate factual occurances, mixed them together, and wrote a completely new sentence unrelated to any of the factual. So please, don't ASSume. Ask.
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Other than  the song Goody Two Shoes?  I'm as new to Adam Ant's music as I'd have been in the early 80's.

Not reliving the dream. 

Just like the music.

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Very good idea to read the comment section of posts from now until February 15th. I'm writing in the comments as well as adding posts.

Still not comfortable enough on this blog to write Interactive Blog Stories. I don't know why. Well actually it's because the dang this are labor intensive. I'm a slacker and those stories are work.

Still I am writing now so maybe---



LOL The AtomAnt song, "Stand And Deliver" (this version) is kind of fun as a mind worm. Think it had something to do with the video but I'm going around the house singing, "Sttaaaaannnnddd and deeeliveeeerrrr..."

From another AA

Cya in a bit.


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Welcome to 12dots.

I'm glad to have you reading.

Come back any time.

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Soon will be Valentine's Day.

That holiday started by an old man giving gifts to someone much, much younger that he was.

I like to call it VD.

Now as said in previous post, I normally hide out in my Valentine's Day hurricane hole until all the sappy stories are over.

This year?

Trying something different.

Writing poetry.

Like this (tee hee)

My love,

Your lips are like two red hemorrhoids.

Whenever you do pout.

Which would explain the excrement

That come from out your mouth.

Your hair?

The shade of new mown hay.

'Cause you pissed your colorist off.

When you said he sounded

Like some two bit hooker with a hacking cough.

So here for you this Valentine's gift.

A tube of  hemorrhoid cream.

Next time be nice to others.


Don't be so fecking mean.

1-27-12

c anne ford

My English teacher is going to be so proud.

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It rained.
And it rained.
And then it rained some more.
The wind blew.
And it blew.
And then it blew some more.

In other words it was NOT a sunny day.

The dogs spent today growling.
They growled at each other.
They growled to them selves for no reason.

Pup tells me that he's under the weather in more ways than one.
WB arrives to say that he feels same.
The dogs growl some more.

With one or two more things to do?
I plan to turn on the tv and watch the Big Bang Theory.
Then it's out in the rain with condolences to the pup who has to go back out in the kennel.
Clean water for the chickens.
(I think putting out the water at night works better. This morning he tried to gore me with his chicken feet again.)
Check their food while he roasts - I mean - roosts.

Let the dogs run.
(While humming "Let The River Run" by Carly Simon)



Wash their bowls.
Make sure that the kennel is okay.

Pat the now unhappy pup on the head.

Go inside.

Hope that there is hot water.
(WB has decided to wash towels.)

Wash my hair and take a bath.

Go to sleep.


Ah and thank God that we only had wind and rain and that I met a really nice person this morning.

Sunshine during a hail storm meeting that man.



Hope that  you have had, at the very least, and interesting day.

Good night.



Ann

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"...It's a beeeeutiful day in the nei--bor--hood. A beeeutiful daaa ---"


Good morning. Today is only beautiful if you like tornado watches and thunderstorms.

I'm good with that. Matter of fact while my "bio" might read "...likes long walks on the beach..."  I'm okay with a thunderstorm.  Some big theatrical thunderboom.


Back later.

Welcome Gentle Readers.

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First a call to R Burns


At sunrise we begin.
The journey at times light but often not.
The craftsman measures the journey.
With skill honed with years of practice.
In earnest he builds his legacy.
Working to see
That at the end of the day his life is square with his brothers.
But at the end of the day all is not work.
For there in the twilight.
He lays down his tools of work.
And begins to sing of company and joy.
So sing and be merry this night.
Sing of a day well lived.
Drink a toast to the kindness of the days before.

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A toast.

Woman.

One look at you and I know for certain God exists.

For only an artist with divine talents could create.

Fair face.

Quick step.

A flash of eye and intellect that moves mountains with a brief wink.

Man crashes and thrashes about the Earth.

While you?

With one whisper, quiet the beast and humble him.

Iron wills in velvet.

We are blessed with your company.

Salute.

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Poem/toast two


Man, how does one tame the wind.

Civilizations rise with you might.

The sound of your fierce nature trembles in the mountains.

Blessed with your noble call.

We answer.

Salute.



three toasts by c anne ford  25 Jan, 2012  in honor of  Robert Burns night.


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