.Two AM.

And chocolate milk.

Have replaced tequila straight.

I still have the heels.

And the dress.

Just not the time

Nor the energy.

Which considering

Isn't bad.

Just different.

I don't miss it.

Well -

Sometimes.

Flying free

Only myself to blame

Or to consider.

Now?

It's spaghetti O's

or Not.

Organic.

 

 

 

You sit in my lap.

Oblivious.

Eat the cookie in your hand.

Inhale it.

Chocolate chip.

No nuts.

 

 

 

.

 

 

Your are the first person who I ever said "I love you. " to without the baggage and complications of life.

 

It's like jumping off the high dive.

 

You commit in a second but then relinquish the control to Fate or God or something primal.

 

The rest of your life or my life or both given over to an accident of tequila, bad choices, and  faulty birth control.

 

But now, sitting here, you look like a conscious, "big girl" choice.

 

It's not easy but it's a good idea.

 

Someday

 

Someday in our future.

 

We are going to miss this.

 

We'll argue like demi gods throwing lighting bolts at each other.

 

About what?

 

I dunno.

 

I do know it will seem important.

 

I hope that at that moment someone will remind us of chocolate milk and hugs.

 

About the day you smiled.

 

In your blue jumper.

 

When I looked down at you and by some miracle the corners of your mouth curled up and you laughed.

 

Astonished at the miracle of it.

 

 

.

 

 

I am so mad at you.

 

I told you NO.

 

I told you NOT to do it.

 

But you stood there.

 

With mud in your eye and a glimpse of your fierce independence you screamed ,"NO!" back at me.

You hurled it at me like a rock or a chunk of something.

That was when my mom smiled and said under her breath, "See, You pay for your raising."

 

I won't do that to you.

 

.

 

If it were up to me you would be spared all the "character building" moments that my mom wished on me. 

 

 

.

 

2AM

Chocolate milk.

Empty glass.

You've gone to sleep.

Your head rising and falling on the dogs stomach.

I tried to get you to sleep but all that happened was more conversation.

But there now both of you are asleep on the couch.

Good night.

 

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House Divided

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I've finally figured out how to solve my college football problem.

 

 

 

 

This is a what is known as a "house divided".   In Alabama people take their college football very seriously.  The Iron Bowl rivalry here in Alabama is legendary.  People have been known to get shot over the game. True, alcoholic beverages are usually involved but shot is shot and it is over this game and the rivalry between the two universities.

 

 

Which kind of leaves me in a tricky place when it comes to football. 

 

 

 

I've tried.

 

 

I've been to watch football at my folks house (the Auburn side of the family) and I've been to WB's folks house (the Alabama side of the family).  Everyone talks a big talk about it just being a game but I'm here to tell you that that talk gets a bit loud on both sides and it can follow you right into the local Dollar General.

 

 

I've tried and I'm tired of it.

 

 

And I've found the solution.

 

 

After much thought (4 or 5 minutes) and research (Google) and a random mention of a 1960's tv cartoon,  I have decided to become a fan of the Golden Gophers or Minnesota.  Not only do they have cute tshirts, they will never play either Alabama nor Auburn. 

 

They also won their last game.

 

(No drama about losing seasons and legal problems with their coaching staff.)

 

 

It's all good.

 

 

 

So Roll tide, War Eagle, and Go, go, gophers.

 

 

 

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Counting my blessings. "Good mercy you are such a jerk."

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The great thing about this life is that acting with kindness is free to give. Costs nothing.

 

 

 

But the right word at the right time in kindness can be worth it's weight in gold."

 

 

 

And

 

"There are a lot of southern accents that have gotten us to the moon and back."

 

 

And

 

 

"Of all the people to make fun of the way a person talks or the way they look. Lol, I can remember the early days when you were shaking in your boots.  Guess you've gotten to good for them."

 

 

 

And

 

 

" If I make fun of the Red Neck culture, I can because I have been one. Thing is I try not to make fun of people because of their accent or because of their shape or their circumstances.   We all are born naked.  We live our lives. I've seen people that didn't have a bit help someone who had a lot.  It's a beautiful thing to see. I've also seen people who've been frankly asses.  We all, if we live long enough are asses.  If I'm friendly to someone it's not to curry favor. It's because I know and remember well the days when I had no one.  I remember the days when I or a family member were at the mercy of someone who didn't care one twit about us.  I hope that I will always remember."

 

 

 

And

 

 

"I can't tell the person who was a jerk, "You are being a jerk."  I can't do it because we don't know each other.  I could yell at someone here. I could yell at the telly or the radio or the paper or the Internet.  I could write some snarky email or Tweet.   I don't think I will.  Instead, I'm going to hug Pup or WB or a puppy. I'm going to tell them out loud, "Thank you for caring about me."  Then I'm going to do something positive to balance the jerk."

 

 

And

 

 

"I'm going to write it here, "That guy for all his stuff never seems happy."  Funny as time goes by he has more stuff and more attention but he just doesn't seem happy.  Me?  I'm getting happier by the minute.  If I counted my blessings this day?  I have a bunch.  I still can remember the sad after my son died.   I can remember the first time I laughed afterwards.  It took years. Even now when I laugh there is that little marvel at what it feels like to be happy and kind. I know that he'd say, "My life has been so difficult and maybe it has been.  It's just if he were here or if he was there in the delivery room when life changed, maybe he'd be a bit kinder."

 

 

And

 

 

"Everybody needs the  5 Minute Rule. Everybody to some degree has had moments that frankly suck.  Everyone. It's good to remember."

 

 

 

And

 

 

"My circumstances keep me safe from the jerks. When you've seen just how mean spirited some folks can be?  It makes you wary.  This place, the way I talk and dress and act, keeps me safe from you."

 

 

 

And

 

 

:P

 

There.  I'll feel better in a minute. I won't forget this bit but I'll get distance from it and I'll remind myself to count my blessings. "

 

 

 

And

 

 

"I don't care if you were the first person to get me to laugh after my son died, you are still a jerk."

 

 

 

And

 

She's not a brick house but she is lovely.

 

 

 

 

"Tonight? When I fall asleep?  I really will count my blessings."

 

 

 

 

(I feel better.)


U R still a Jerk.


(I feel even better.) 

 

 

 

 

 

c ford

 

 

9/21/13

 

 

 

 



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"I am a writer.

 

 

Hear me quietly writing.

 

 

 

The sound of a single pin drop.

 

 

The sound of a balloon pop.

 

 

 

Bright as a penny.

 

 

 

But more strength than copper.

 

 

 

Iron.

 

 

 

 

 

BBL

 

 

 

 

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Hi ya.  

I'm not goofing off today but I am having fun.

Things 2 do and people 2 see.

Best of all?

Time with the pups.

Beautiful.

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Butterfly concerto

 

 

 

 

 

Was told that this is a lovely melody to accompany tai chi.


Thought I'd give it a try.


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Tai chi 24 tutorial / Tai chi movements

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so... .

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Come dancing.





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Sometimes?

It's good to jump into the breach and fight the good fight.


Sometimes?


It's good to stand back and stay out of the ruckus.




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I'm glad to know that it wasn't our fault.
I'm also glad to know that we weren't wrong.
At least we're seeing the road ahead.

Not making things up.


And better


Good to have the company.
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Hugs.


.We're the folks watching and wondering.


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Happy b'day. Leon Foucault.

(I've actually seen one of his lovely clocks)

If you don't know?
Ask.

Or Google
Or Wiki

It's actually kind of cool and worth the effort.

C

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Saturday afternoon we (WB and I) sat under the pecan trees while I read letters from the past. It was funny to read them because it was like getting a hug. I'd just randomly reach into the bag and pull out a letter.  One by one they reassured me that it would be okay.  I wonder if they knew that years later (in one case 35 years later) that I'd need them but that they wouldn't be there for me.
There are people here that try to reassure me too. They're failing miserably. My friends who sent the letters? They had one thing in common.  While each in there way pushed and pulled me through life? Not a one of them told me that I was broken and needed to be fixed.
The poem in the next post?
It's for them.
Please note? They aren't the ones who've been dumping their problems in my basket.  Instead, these are the people I'd been told were the wrong people for me to know. Billy (who showed me that art wasn't just a hobby and who was the best letter writer), IrishDavid ( like Billy, he didn't have so much trouble understanding), Damon (I'm glad that you were on that hill), Donna (my first real friend when I was a little kid), Gary, Jim, and John (who were the best of traveling companions), ... 

Like the Beatles song, "...I loved you more..."

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Now for the poetry. LOL, aw come on Gentle Reader, there are lots of people who just love this stuff.

Oh and hello Tai Chi  people  I'm stuck on Tiger carries mountain....
Need hugs.

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108 tai chi moves Master Moy

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Working on the tai chi set.






(writing)

I
I am still here.
Walking
Walking on the broken shards of the everyday reality of this life.
You
You call it broken.
You say, "I'll fix you."
or
"God will fix you. Cut off your horns. Make you one of us."
Then you look around at everyone and you spit "...broken..." to everyone you see.
If only they would walk or talk or look in your "image"
But who made you God.
I?
The person who's metaphorical "feet" should be bleeding.
Cut to shards.
I?
I'm okay.
It's not easy but I'm okay.
I'm not broken.
I'm not lost.
I'm here in the middle of the chaos of the world.
On my back the burden of those who'd use me as a dumpster for their problems with no regard to mine.
My basket is full of those problems.
Very few are mine.
So here.
I'm giving them back.
Emptying the sadness into your lap and pouring my kindness on the mess.
Throwing my own  troubles into the air.
Food for the seagulls.
Food for the crows.
Happy.

c ann ford
9-18-2013

(All rights to the author. It's not that I mind others downloading it. It's when they don't give me the credit as author that I'm pizzed off.)

ack

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“What the hell have you been doing for the last nineteenyears?"

 

 

 

arsenio hall

Okay. I just can't go any further until I know who it is that is reading my blog in Russia. DM me? Comment? Do you translate? Thank you and why are you reading this?

That's it. I'm just wondering who my audience is?

Hugs, Anne

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I was up VERY late last night. Tippy tapping my fingers and writin'  but
guess what? 

I didn't miss it. snerk...






Not sure how to react but maybe a hug would be in order....

I've gotta go for a bit.  If it takes a while? Try Twitter.
(It's where I've been this AM.)


Practice highlighting and looking for things to read.
(Hint. Look in the places that look like blank spaces. )

I'm writing this now but this is about it. After this, Gentle Reader, you are on your own.

I'm leaving the porch light on just in case you come for a visit...

Hugs.

.

. One more time. Welcome to 12dotsandablot ...


Once upon a time there was a very strange man who understood women. No one new where he came from or what he did with his time. He was an enigma.  Yet if you asked any woman, young or old, if they knew him and the would say an emphatic "Yes!"  Then they would smile and say what a good conversationalist he was.  Conservative old women would say it. Liberal firebrands would agree. What a lovely man he was.
One day a young man in love who was trying to court the woman of his dreams was told, "You just don't understand me." Try and try, he did everything he could to make heads or tails of his lady love. "I'm besides myself" he told his father. I think that I understand her but she yells, "Why, why can't you be like Sean? He understands."  His father closed his eyes and then said, "The goose flies South. Nothing you say will matter. It's not what you say. It's what you hear. When you next see Bernadette? Look her in the eye when she talks. Nod but say nothing. Then? When she stops talking? Hug her neck and say 'I understand. You are right. I love you for being so smart.'  Then watch to see what she thinks."




to be continued,

I really like this son  .LOL OMW it's hot. This is 12dotsandablot

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One more time.
Welcome to 12dotsandablot
A Fiction writer's blog
Fact and fiction co exist here
If you don't know which is which.
Do. Not. ASSume.
Ask.

You'll also want to do the following for every blog post you read.
So that you won't miss anything
Now go here and read the story for today ....  . One more time. Welcome to 12dotsandablot ... ...
:)

Directions

Move curser over the area above.
You do it as if you were going to cut and copy something.
Surprise!

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,
,
,
,Wait.

Don't leave.

Standing here.


On the head of this pin.

Josltling around with all the other angels.

It's not easy.

It takes a minute to get your balance.

Breath.

Breath deep.

Again

There,

It'll be better.

I promise.

Just look here.

In my eyes.

They'll be mirrors but then they'll be doors.

Tunnels.

Did you know that the eyes were the emotions laid bare?

Your pupils
and mine?

React to our mind.

Dilate?

Sympathetic.

Contract?

Parasympathetic.

It's biology

Science.

And emotion.

All in one.

Look closer.

There'll be things that you'll see that might not be pleasant at first.  Contrary to you preconceptions of what you  thought you'd see.

Leave those.

And look


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The reality, once you get the hang of it, is lovely.

Like old lady hands and sad eyes can be.

Like a childs toes.

and smile.

See the beauty in the way that each point of light is arranged.

I've come to sit with you.

We'll start by tell each other where we've been.

What we've seen.

And then,,,

Something wonderful is in the journey.

Time.


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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental



THat written?

In order to really and truly enjoy an Interactive Blog Story, you have to suspend disbelief,  Like when you go to the movies.

So enjoy the show just don't get your panties in a twist should you read this and start spouting words like "slander" and "libel".

Just remember

This is 12 dots and a blot
A FICTION writer's blog.
Fact and fiction co exist here,
If you don't know which is which?
DO NOT ASSume.
Ask.

Hugs and enjoy the show

PS  There are things on this page that you may have to look for.
At first (like in the next posts)
I'll try to point them out.

But after a while you may want to check
Just in case.

Enjoy the show.

The subject is love.
Cause I think I am.

(fact and fiction, fact and fiction, fact and fiction don't ASSume ask)

Sigh.

Some people are just too weird,

:P

Hey.

I'm back.

Kind of.

To find the links?

You might have to look everywhere  

See.

You just never can tell.

God, I've missed you.






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One more time.   Psst. Roll the curser here cause there's a secret  :)
Fiction writer's blog
Fact and fiction.
It's not about you.
But if you think that it is
Ask do not ASSsume.
Thanks.
WriterAnn

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I think that it really is Tuesday. Somewhere....  

 

 

 

 



Good night and good morning. Hugs. I love you.  Welcome to 12 dots and a blot. A writer's blog. Fact and fiction co exist here If I'm going to be a very good fiction writer? My fiction has to look like fact. So if you don't know which is which? DO NOT ASSume. Ask. Oh and make sure to read the comments. And listen to the music. Otherwise? You might miss something. hugs. Writer Anne. Good night. ,

Dear Gentle Reader,
Miss me?

Oooh I missed you. The time just flew by but even when I was busy being busy I would think to myself, "I wonder how things are going at 12dots?  Do you think that folks miss me at all?"

Then I'd try to make Twitter work like a blog.

Didn't really work out.

So I've been busy.  Some good things happened (and some not so good things happened).



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This blog looks really good on a mobile. :)

Need music.

Best not tempt the YouTube

Just find a copy of
 'em. 
Let's see.

Thinking.



Mexicoma  by Tim McGraw.

PS You will not believe what happened.

So. I was going to take a year off from blogging.
Try Twitter. It's only 144 characters. How hard can it be?
But
I missed blogging so I tell myself , "One year to the date you'll blog here."

The day came?
It's been a year?
I can't remember my password.

At first I tried stuff but it didn't work.
So I gave the brain a rest.
It's what you do when you try to remember something.
Nothing worked.
I tear up the house looking for the password.
Nothing.

Until now.

LOL Hello 12 dots.

It's not 12dogsandablog but well I did miss it.

Found my pencil.

Boy has a lot happened since we last chatted

If I get locked out again. Check @CinamonWaffles   over on the Tweets.

Hugs.

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Hello boys.

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. Oh now. Who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their lives with one of these fine, fine families. (I needed a laugh.) Whoo boy. Imagine. There seems to be a big difference between King Fergus and the fellas that the character Merida was being asked to be married to. I mean just look at em. LOLOOLOLOLOL .

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While you are watching this remember that Merida is not being asked to clean her room.

She's being asked to marry a complete stranger by her mother. 

Because it's custom.

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PS LOL at what the folks are reading here on 12 dots.  Funny.


And for that movie review reading list?

Please add.


http://www.examiner.com/article/pixar-s-mark-andrews-takes-a-directing-shot-with-brave


Please note:


"...Andrews: She isn’t any different. She’s like Woody. The thing that makes “Toy Story” work is that Woody’s problems come about as a result of his own faults. The thing that makes “Brave” take off is a result of Merida’s own faults. ...

That Mr. Andrews is talking about Merida's refusal to marry.  This isn't the first time I've read this.

Also,


"...
Q: Was there anything cut that was painful?
Andrews: Not for me. I know there were scenes the story artists had worked on such as one where the lords were trying to talk to Elinor through the door to her room, thinking she’s in there, but it’s actually the triplet (sons) who are trying to distract them. It’s funny and they spent a lot of time on it but the whole idea was just lifted (out). Also, animals weren’t in the film at all (before I came onboard) so I put animals in. The tech guys who spent two years creating scenes with snow weren’t happy with me because I cut out those scenes...."


LOL Well that explains a whole lot.


Happy summer vaca ya'll.

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I'm sorry to disagree with Tv's Craig Ferguson.

When he says that the movie about a girl fighting against being sold into a cultural slavery was one that had no gender.

I'm going to be sexist here.

I can be because I am female.

Only a female would have been able to know the true consequences of being chattel.

You may hold the hand of the mother of your children as she gives birth.

But someone would have to double up their fist and hit you in the groin while you were suffering the pain of passing a kidney stone the size of a basket ball through  your penis before you'd know the pain she was going through.

I hope in your next life that you are born the daughter of a clan chief in ancient Scotland.

That way you can comment on the situation.

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Hello from vacation.

I'm going to the movies this weekend.  Will write my review here.


By the way,  I might have bloodlines that go  back to Robert the Bruce but my family has been American since the time of the American revolution back in the 1700's.  LOL, I could actually be a full member of the DAR.

I am American.

Before you read this review, you might want to review your vocabulary and your history of the clans of ancient Scotland.

You ll want to know the definition of the words "chattel" and "brave" and "whitewash", "spouse" vs "husband".  You'll also want to know that the time period of this movie was barbaric to say the least.  King Fergus was a clan chieftain.  You might want to think of it as mafia families and King Fergus the Don of the Ferguson family. There would be a reason why the character, Merida, would want to flee from her situation.  In the case of this movie, Merida's character would have been "married" off to another clan and kept as a kind of hostage by her spouses tribe. She'd be expected to produce heirs for her spouses clan. She'd be expected to swear allegiance to this other clan. As "pretty" as Pixar and Disney would try to make it, it would be a desperate situation for the young princes.  Especially a princess who'd been raised by her father to be strong and independent.  Raised male centric.  To go from that to being a hostage isn't the happiest fate. Especially not happy if your mother is telling you that it's a good thing to be a hostage.

The character Queen Elinor wasn't married off into such a fate. Which to me is the real fairytale in this movie.


If Merida's character had been born male it would have been a much different situation.

LOL.


Again, I am glad that I'm American.  I'm also glad that I have a son and not a daughter.  Even now it amazes me the priveledged given to males vs those given females.

Back later.

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It's not exactly an InterActiveBlog story.  It is something written by chance that does tell a good story.

Hugs.

And the video that is supposed to go with the elec...


. I am not a number. I am not a demographic. No...


. Well someone or someones did it. Remember ...


Everybody Wants To Rule The World...

Why I'm not doing Interactive Blogs here or much r...

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Irony?

I think it's best defined by Alannis Morisette.

It's ironic.

The song that for me is cheerful and hopeful in lyric and melody?

This it's the video.

LOL That's the thing about writing.

We all hear the same thing but don't all "see" it the same way.

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A "cheering up" song.


I went to the beach one July 4th.  It was the first time that I'd been to the Gulf in years. The waves were big because out in the Gulf there was a hurricane.

LOL, what a lesson I learned that day.

Bitch slapped by the Gulf of Mexico as a reminder to NEVER take "her" forgranted.


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"I'm beginning to think that this is the place where hope goes to die."



6-19-12

AuthorAnn




The world premire of the movie Brave was shown last night.



The reviews are mixed. 


Worse yet?

They're calling it a mother/daughter story.

One spoiler called the main character, Merida, selfish because (LOL) she didn't want to marry a complete stranger.

She didn't want to be "won" like the prize on a carnival midway.

"...I'll compete for my own hand..."

she says.


For this she is called selfish.

.....


A vocabulary lesson.


chattel

protitute

pimp


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Well someone or someones did it.


Remember the 12 dots challenge to write a story using the post titles and the post comments? Well someone did it.

To recap. I used to write another blog. It was the very first blog that I'd ever written and it evolved into a kind of Zen Garden. There I constructed a story telling machine. The InterActive Blog Story. Toward the end, when I knew that the blog would be shut down, I used to love to randomly click through the links to read the various stories that would seem to magically appear. In reality it wasn't magic but very hard work that brought that blog to light.

That blog gave me something wonderful. Because of that blog? I knew. I am a writer.

It also let me come into the world of a lovely person, who even if they were a bit LOL grumpy, was so very talented and very kind in the good way. They promised me something and unlike all the other people who promised? They were one of the only people to keep their word.

I miss writing to them and hearing how they are very much.


It doesn't have a title.

If you have the ..... to come out into the light? Twitter me.

(And don't forget that what you write has a play list.)


Now then, "Once upon a time...."


., Welcome to 12 dots. A writer's journal. Fa...


. "Kittens and sparkly fricken My Little Pony...


. Welcome to summer term: Botnay 355 Let's liste...


. Ooops. Almost forgot. Can't be summer vacation...


For CinamonWaffles who can't sleep...


. Let's see. Keys? Check. Intern given directi...


. "...My heart goin' boom, boom, boom, boom. '...


. So here's a challenge. Look over there to the ...


Hurray ...


I predict. Horoscopes for the people who I know. ...



I'm not sure if this is a collaborative effort to schmooze or a single effort.

Got me on a morning when I needed to laugh.

And I did laugh.

In that funny way that has a big ole grin on your face all the way through the day.

You don't know why you're smiling but you can't help it.

It's funny and it's nice too.

It's the way I always felt when I heard from my friend above.

So the thing is? Who wrote it?

Thank you for the kind smile.

Thank you for "the bit of wind to fill my sails".

Hugs.


AA

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"Is it true that Summer Intern moonlights on the Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Swim Team?"




This is NOT an apropriate question for Summer Intern.

I may have a sense of humor but Summer Intern's father does not.

You want a question?

Here's one.


Is it true that Summer Intern's dad is an attorney for a (rumored) mafia don?

Do you really want to find out the answer to this question by sending Summer Intern the above Tweety?

I think not.


Now then.

Read the next post and go pester  Russell over at BrandX.


Thanks.

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"Kittens and sparkly fricken  My Little Pony people. I am serious here."

PS

Read this blog quick.

(Before the block fairy comes to visit the Youtube fairy.)

If they get there first?

Find a copy of the movie Idiocracy and then use your imagination and the helpful Youtube titles for the relevant scenes.

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Welcome to summer term:

Botnay 355

Let's listen in as the Doctorate students discuss an on going project: Project Brondo.

.,

Welcome to 12 dots.

A writer's journal.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

For the love of Pete?

Do NOT ASSume.

Ask.

Oh and read the comments.

Now then.


Listen up.

I've got a summer Intern to look after.

This is NOT Brand X with that Russell Brand character.

Exhibit A:

"...that Russell Brand character..."

If you feel the need to pester someone?

Go pester him.

He likes it.

I do not need my summer vacation cluttered up with questions from my summer intern because some idiot has decided to not play nice.

I am going to enjoy this summer vacation.

Summer Intern is going to write the blog posts

and feed the animals here at the animal farm.


For free.

Let's all play nice.


None of this.

Exhibit B:

Not playing nice.

I do not, do not, want to have to explain ANY difficulties to the new Summer Intern's parents.


So if you so much as breathe in the general direction of my very nice Summer Intern?

It's a tour of duty on Ow My Balls for you.

Your future job?




I am not kidding.

Ciao,

Finally.

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It's good to know your target audience when you write a blog.

Here's mine.

Happy, well adjusted people who love to laugh. 

Fun people.

My definition of the word " fun   " ?

I have actually spent the weekend watching all six seasons of Sex in The City.

for fun

The beach? Good.

Going to movies with friends? Good.

Sharing a meal with family on Sunday afternoons outside under the trees? Greaaaat.

Reading all sorts of things? Love it.

Writing?  Hey I'm a writer.

Who is not on my target list?

Well if you're highly political, Type A control freak? You're gonna' be very bored on this blog because  with only a few exceptions?

I don't write politics on this blog.

I reaally don't.

I'm just trying to get through the day and get published like all the other writers and wanna be writers.


If you don't like that?  Please there are literally thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of blogs about crazy things that go bump in the night.

Now go hang with the "Kewl" kids.

If you aren't my demographic?  You'll be much happier else where.

Scat scat.


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I don't smoke but I can still appreciate the sentiment.


Play list:


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. Ooops. Almost forgot.


Can't be summer vacation with out that recommended summer reading list:

Here's the short list:


Fernando Poo from The Illuminatus Trilogy!

The Peter Principle by Dr. LJ Peter and L Hull

Catch 22 by J Heller


The yet to be published (these are working titles)

Can't Catch A Break. The Incredibly True But Seriously Pathetic Attempt to Over Throw My 5th Grade Summer Reading Group by DictatorX

K-Pop vs Justine Bieber: The Best of 2020 by Comander Xyz


The complete DVD set of Dr. Who

Any thing by Candace BushnellThe complete six seasons of Sex in the City special DVD addition with commentary.

To be continued....

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Two things.

One

If anyone asked me what was the best thing to do in this modern world/

I'd tell them to start sending out kindess into the collective unconscious.

A ray of hope and kindness.

The flicker of the candle that curses the darkness.

Someone told me that it was the highest level of meditation.

That it sent out into the world the light that when joined with all the other lights became the Sun.

I can do it anywhere.

At any moment.

Call it Om.

Call it prayers to God.

No matter.

Smile at strangers.

Hug the ones you love.

Take in a stray.

Just wake up and find something to be happy about.

Then remember it.

Call it out.

But call out into the dark.

"Light"

Two?

You don't want to know why I am sitting here throwing out the largest, kindest, thought.



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"Reality writ on thin paper.

Larger than life.

Larger than the movie screen that shows what?

It falls into pieces.

Confetti for heros for some.

The shards of a broken life for others.

I see the dragon in the distance and hear it's roar.

For years I've been told that that roar was one of power.

Now I know different.

It' is the wounded dragon of all.

"What will happen?

When there are no more heros to rise.

When the ground of this world is writ not in stone and conviction

but

Reality writ on thin paper."


Who will you believe then?


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12 June, 2012

CAF


LOL don't mind me. I'm just writing.


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Why do people write?


We didn't use to.

We had people to remember.

Bards,

tellers of stories,

they went from place to place telling their version of what came before.


Raped faces.

They flicker in and out of the fire of our memories.


I remember.

Listening to the old stories.

Where reality paled.

Out would jump the :"gods" and "goddesses" that bridged the gap.

They quieted our fears.

Gave us hope.

Quelled the primal screams lodged in our throats.

The ones that kept closed the bottles of our emotions.

Some how those stores kept us til morning.

Till spring.

Till the light shined on the old fears."


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Don't mind me.


I'm still writing.


Again

12 June, 2012




"I'm told that Russia fired an ICBM.

I hear the dragons and the bears roar.

I wonder.

If we devolve back into the primordial ooze.

When reason has been replaced with the tics.


What will happen to the clocks of times."


One man calls it the weather to be controled.

You have no idea what's hidden behind the stories.

What is required to keep this world,

this illusion,

going.


Who will you believe when the ground that you walk on becomes not stone but the illusion that it's always been.


What kind story teller will keep you company during the dark night until the next dawn?


Don't mind me.


I'm only writing.




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"I was reading another blog's comments. There were passionate arguments over last night's Glee. If you looked at the time stamp for the comments you could see the dedication to the argument. People were "liking" comments left and right.

I was profoundly affected.

LOL, if only the argument was about health care and tax reform."

February 8, 2012 3:03 AM

Author Ann

PS.

Resist the impulse to click the above link until you've read all the new posts.

Otherwise?

You'll miss something.

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Then?

Click the above link.

Otherwise?

You'll really miss something.

Do it out of order?

LOL.

You won't miss anything because you don't have a clue.

LOLOLOL.


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Let's see.

Keys? Check.

Intern given directions on how to care for the farm?  Check.

Sunscreen? Check.


Welcome to 12dots.
A writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Don't ASSume.
Ask.
Thanks.
And for the record it isn't an abandoned or inactive blog.
Look here for future posts.

That fellas would be the 12dots disclaimer?

Check.


I predict?

Next post.

Check

Fun?

Abso-fricken- lutely.

Check.


:D

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Summer.

Finally.

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I predict.

Horoscopes for the people who I know.

Aries

Good for you for showing up day after day and putting yourself out there. It wasn't easy was it.  Now all that hard work has paid off and your doing good in everyway EXCEPT the nice department.  Money might not buy happiness but it can buy a very expensive head doctor.

Taurus

Seems like there's been quite a few people who think they're hot sh@T pontificating on your life. Honestly they couldn't have made it past day one. You're correct to complain and complain mightily. Remember to listen to everyone and then tell the Azzes to f43k off.   PS I am not one of the Azzes.

Gemini

I realize that you are a very insecure two face but please do us all a favor and keep it within your own life boundaries.

Cancer

You really don't need to read here. From what I've seen you're a narcissistic jerk.  If I were you I'd keep living in that fantasy world over on the other horoscope. That way you can continue to function. Don't come back around here though. I've got  a cosmic restraining order.

Leo

You are magnificent. I heard that your sign fathered 5 lion cubs last year. I hear that Sagittarius's lawyer is looking for you.  Something about all those little cubs needing things like shoes and clothes and well I hope that your wallet is as magnificent as your ego.

Note: that's for the guy Leo. If you're a female Leo. Tell your lawyer to call me. I'm pretty sure I saw your Sagittarius baby daddy hiding out with the Cancer jerk.  Get your money quick. That Cancer goes through money like poop through a goose.

Virgo

You? Don't ask me if you are a virgin in front of your boyfriend. I'd have to tell the truth and neither of you would like it.

Libra

The only way you are going to achieve that Libra balance is if you take Lithium. On your chart? They should bring back the term Maniac Depressive. Bipolar is just too nice for your kind of crazy.

Scorpio

Honestly I'm thinking that your sign should be Cancer. Were you adopted?

Sagittarius

Your sign needs to hook up with that Leo person. Together you can live in the rhythmic world and populate it with lots of little fur babies. Just don't come looking to me when the child support fairy comes a callin' .  Oh wait he's on the other lion. ...

Capricorn

You have enough trouble with your birthday at the same time as Christmas. Be happy and demand twice the presents.

Pisces

I've known nice ones and I've know real jerk ones and I've known the ones who alternate between nice and jerk.

So to the jerk ones? Go hang out with Cancer ones and then go read the horoscopes that suck up.

To the alternating jerk one.

Go read the Libra horoscope.

And to the nice one?

There's always the exception to the rule.

Now then. I know that there are going to be bipolar Libras who are gonna come calling and yelling about the importance of lithium on the periodic table.

Good for you. 

Everybody else?

This is for entertainment purposes only.  If you don't like it? Too bad.  I still get a paycheck for writing it.  Save your breath. I don't care.

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Dear Gentle Reader,

I'm going. Just for a while.  I'm feeling all bloated and derivative and like I'm just going through the motions. This is no good for you or for me. So? I'm going.

This isn't an abandoned blog.

Back later.

CAF, writer of 12 dots blog.


PS. Mr. Blueberry, I'm sorry. I know that you've been great it's just that I'm depleted for the moment.  I need to just go out into the world and do something else. If I don't, the  place that writes might just be too pooped to write anymore. Plus, I'm just sad. It appears that I won't be able to go to the place on the lake that look like home.  It's like losing home again.

I know that you'll understand.

Hugs and good wishes.

Ann

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Problem with the writing challenge.  I can't keep up with who "wrote" the story.

If you want credit? You've got to comment.

Otherwise?

No credit.

Back to watching that new George Lopez dating show on Fox.

LOL That first guy went bust and the second guy still has 2 girls for a date.

"If I gave you 50 thousand dollars? What would you do with it?"


And the winner isssss?????


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Prediction?

For Burning Love (see next post)

The bachelor character, Mark, in this epic satire?

Will be gay and have a thing for Michael Ian Black's character.

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Also did anyone notice how the actual number of bachelorettes sent home in Burning Love never match the number that they say will be sent home?

And?

Shouldn't this be called Burning Itch?


Buh bye,

Ann


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If you haven't already seen this?

LOL


http://screen.yahoo.com/burning-love-episode-1-29519689.html;_ylt=AmFo7HMhuBXZfKuBVxjxSnzSZEMv;_ylu=X3oDMTI1MWdzbWpiBG1pdANCdXJuaW5nIExvdmUgUmVsYXRlZCBWaWRlb3MEcGtnA2lkLTI5NTE5Njg5BHBvcwM2BHNlYwN2Y19uYXYEdmVyAw--;_ylg=X3oDMTFoOTlpZTNlBGludGwDdXMEbGFuZwNlbi11cwRwc3RhaWQDBHBzdGNhdAMEcHQDdmlkLWdhbGxlcnk-;_ylv=3


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Gentle Reader.

Do you every fight with your loved one? 

Do you have a loved one?

Comments are made for chatting?

So what's new?

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"...My heart goin' boom, boom, boom, boom. 'Grab your things I've come to take you home'..."*


The movie Brave will soon be released. Have been looking at the pre-release publicity and the snippets of the actual movie. From what's been said in the promos, this is a princess who doesn't need to be rescued by a prince. Dunno' but I'm not so sure that this is such a good thing. Honestly, there are times when being "rescued" by a handsome prince and then riding off into the "happily ever after" future seems like a very good idea.


Just sayin'. .


It's rainy out. Here I was looking forward to working out side and it gets weepy outside. .



*line form the Peter Gabriel song Solsbury Hill.  I love the line "My heart going boom, boom, boom..." 

Don't know about you but I could use some romance of the kind that heart palpitations and the words swoon were created for. The idea of hearing the dogs bark and looking out at the gate to see someone. The anticipation.  LOL.  Did I ever tell you about the catsup commercial?





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Now I'm going out into the sunshine to see a bit of it.
:D

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So here's a challenge. Look over there to the left of the blog posts and you'll see a listing of blog post titles. Go look now. I'll wait.


The challenge?  Try to write a story using the blog titles. Kind of your own interactive blog story. Extra points if you can make the content of the posts relevant to the story.  I'll be reading and trying to find the best "story" to post.




Happy summer.

Got good nights sleep.
Did good thing this weekend.

Going to have fun now.


This isn't a dormant blog. Just have things to do. Twitter is up. Rerun farty is winging through the tv air waves.

. "My word, I am sleepy." Me right this minute. .

. From the movie The Fantastiks (sp?)

Daughter

" I just have to fly."


Father

"Then be careful. I hear that it's duck season."

Psst.

Read the comments

AND

the 12 dots disclaimer.


Otherwise you will just be confused.


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"One day. One day I'm gonna' wake myself up, walk down to that court house, and change my name to Sparkle Plenty. because I am sparkily, fierce, and plenty pretty."

c anne ford

6-4-12

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Welcome to 12dotsandablot.

This is a writer's journal.

A fiction writer's journal.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

Sometimes peacefully and some times I have to write this disclaimer just in case my mother is reading.

Otherwise she might have a fit of catter walling about how her daughter has just about lost it and if she'd just have married that nice banker person I might not be in such a pickle.

She'd also say things about inappropriate and no daughter of hers was going to end up being an old maid like her Aunt Ethel.

Then I'd have to stand up straight and to promise not to squint.

So I, when the occasion calls for it, put in the disclaimer.

Anyway.

Fact and fiction co exist here on this blog.

If you don't know which is which?

Don't ASSume.

Ask.

Thanks.

My Mom will really appreciate your efforts.

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Hooo raayyy. Today? It's a holiday. http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010_06_27_archive.html (This is stuff to read while I'm gone to do holiday things.) Now let's all go out side and play. When it gets daylight. Oh and who's the Gentle Reader from Ireland? .

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Dear You,

You are invited to Christmas in July.

Due to the whatever of the powers that be,  my Christmas plans have changed.

Since I no longer have to do Christmas race/kitchen "dootie", I can celebrate.

Decided to start early.

(You can never start Christmas celebrating too early.)

So, I'm thowing a party.

Have tunes.

On the water.

I'm pretty sure that "Cruella de ville" will try hard to screw it up but I have hope.

Plus, she's not invited.

This is a dress up event which for me means wear the clean Hawaiian flowerdy shirts.

Shoes optional.

Clothing must cover the "get you arrested if you show it in public" bits.

Otherwise?

Tee hee.

So.

Come one. Come all to the Christmas in July Ball.

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In other news. I do plan to break out the good china and have dinner out on the gazbo.  Will have to be on the sly because "Cruella" will nix it otherwise.

Suns up.

Stuff to do.

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"...Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans..."

G'night.
G'mornin'
Hugs

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Note:

Gentle Readers,

The blog keeps up with the posts that you read. I've been having the best time rereading these posts. They actually tell a kind of story and remind me of the Interactive Blog Stories on the old 12dogs.

Thank you.

It's made me smile.

AuthorAnn


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All together.

It's acting.


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Remember that Zen Happiness Experiment?

The one where I decided to chuck the "to do" list and just wake up, ask myself, "What do I do today in order to feel accomplished tonight?"

It worked.



 I'm glad that Pup is my son.


I don't just have choices, I have choices that I'm glad to have.


I really do have the sailboat to work on.

It's mine and bought with my own money.

I love to write and I'm actually pretty good.


And?

. Lets just say that we DID NOT BUY THE BORING CAR...





Life is good.


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"Chattering birds."

Woke up this morning surprised.

Learned more from my Dad than I realized.

I also have a happy feeling that comes from a clear conscious.

Remember that Zen Happiness Experiment?

The one where I decided to chuck the "to do" list and just wake up, ask myself, "What do I do today in order to feel accomplished tonight?"

It worked.



There are some things that I miss.


I miss chatting with Newt and Irish David and Billy.


 I'm glad that Pup is my son.


I don't just have choices, I have choices that I'm glad to have.


I really do have the sailboat to work on.

It's mine and bought with my own money.

I love to write and I'm actually pretty good.


(Dear mercy, please DO NOT take what's written on this blog as an excellent example of my writing skills. LOL)

I've learned to plant something and have it grow.

I've learned to take tools and materials and build something.

I'm learning to be kind to BS'ers but also to avoid them.

I've learned what happy feels like.

I've learned what it feels like to go to sleep knowing that you have something to show for your day.

With dirt on my face and tired as can be, I can still find the wind that cools.


I can still stand up tall.


I once read something written on the Internet by an Irishman from Cavan.

He wrote that the man was so useless that he wasted the very air that he breathed.


I'm not wasting the air that I breathe.

Neither are you.


It was a Southerner who told me that if I want to improve the world?

Help the world where you are standing.

Smile and say hello.

That smile may be just the thing that stranger needed to get through a difficult time.


Teach someone how to grow something.

Teach someone how to sing a song.

Tell them a joke and watch them laugh.

Hug someone when they are down.

Listen to them.




To do that?

Sometimes living your live and filling that little part of the world with happy?

Is the best thing to do.




A complete stranger taught me something that she knew, leant me her book, and with her disposition she made me a better person.

To her, it wasn't that big of a deal.

To me?

It was an answer to a problem.


And an example of one way to be.



Go outside, Gentle Readers.

Go talk to people face to face.

 And Pup?

It's still true.

Reality is getting up every day and no matter what happened yesterday?

Trying again.







When people in your life are telling you that you can't?

And you know in your heart that it is legal, moral, and something that you truly want to do?


Tell them that your great grand father could.

Your grandfather could.

Tell them the story about the lives of the people who came before you but then ?


Tell them the story of your mother.

Tell them how, after years and years of being "custodian" of other people's sailing stories?

She bought her own boat.

And then she learned to sail it.

To do this she had to stand up and finally walk out the door.

For every person who said, "Can't"  there was someone who said, "Sure you can."

"I am not too old. I am not too fat. I'm not too stupid. I am not to poor. I am however determined. Yes, I can."

(Don't forget.).

Tell them that she knows what you do.

Be kind.

Keep thinking and figuring

Help when you can.

Keep busy.

If the world is going crazy?

Make something.

Read something.

Learn one new thing about something you love to do.

Each is a step towards peace.

Write your own stories.

Don't give up even if some days it feels as if the whole world hates you.

Still be kind.

(Remember the lessons of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King.)

Love will find a way.





You can do it.


For the first time, I am truly feeling as if I am having my own life.


And the ability to be happy and at peace.


So far? Today is a very good day.




And most important?


I love you too.



Still here.


Mom


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