Sweet Freedom

I'm kind of tired out but happy.

It really is beautiful today.





Lately, I've had a lot of people making sure that I knew that they didn't care to be around.

I think that it's that old Celtic shunning thing.

Funny.

I was going to have to ask them to shove off.  I really wasn't looking forward to that experience.
Instead, they did it for me and I didn't have to go through all the soap opera stuff that I just really don't like. It seems to be their choice.  Good for them.  Ah sweet freedom.

:)

Lol. Too bad.  I'm kind of looking forward to the next part of my life. The only person who I like to be around actually likes to be around me.  I don't owe anyone else anything.  My parents are going to be fine. Pup is going to be fine. I'm going to be terrific.

I'm in a good place. Can dress up when I want to or I can rock that Hawaiian flowery shirt.
My choice.
And?
My mojo's back.


Sweet Freedom.

"...Someone saved my life tonight..."


.Yay.

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 Man o man.


Missed the wedding.


I'm sure that it was a beautiful occasion.  The bride was probably lovely and the groom probably looked as if he'd been on the "three hour tour in a hurricane" boat ride.  Green.  I've honestly never seen him happy any of the times I've seen him since the wedding announcement.
The man is supposed to be marrying the love of his life.
Lol. You'd think he'd be happy.

I'm not anti wedding. If you really do love someone, I imagine that it's a pretty good state to be in.  I just don't see a lot of happy in relation to marriage. I keep hearing that in marriage, as in life, to be successful you have to make the best of the situation.  I have seen happily married where both parties really are happy.  My maternal grandparents seem to be happy.

Anyway I woke up at what I thought was one hour before the ceremony.  Turns out that was the hour when it was supposed to have begun.  I think that maybe that was divine providence though. I thought about it and if the preacher asked, "Does anyone know any reason that these two should not be married..."  I might have stood up and said, "I do. Marriage as practiced today is stupid."

Instead I got one hour of sleep and an honest excuse for why I didn't attend.

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Also? Last night I turned off the LLS in the middle of tweets.  I tried again to watch it today but still turned off the show.  I'm thinking of recording Jimmy Fallon and then watching it in the AM. It would be kind of a snarky Today Show where the Matt Lauer character is funnier and not bald.

Weird but I thought that I'd be really sad about this but turns out I'm pragmatic about all of it. It's good to have things, living and inanimate, that you care about.  Craig Ferguson seems miserable. The groom looks like he's going to war.  I have things to do that really do make me happy.

I win.

:)

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was looking back and thinking...

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By the way....

 

 

 

I am a writer.

 

 

 

 

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And in the news...

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from 1971 or is it 1972 I remember listening to it on the radio. Sad song. .

listening to Elton John .



.lawdy. .

... G'night




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Note. I'm reading what other folks are reading here.  .... Hello.              .Shelby Lynn Telephone You tube.

 

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There are people and places that I really and truly miss. 

Then?

There are people and places that people think I miss.

They'd be wrong.


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My dog just came over to me and put both her paws on my leg. Then she looked up and me and whined that whine that means, "You know if you're stupid enough to stay up late into the night writing on that computer,  go ahead. But do take a moment and open the door to the bedroom so that I can jump up onto my sleeping bed.  I need sleep even if you don't."


Lol. She has made a good argument .

Off to sleep.

Get your self some sleep as well Gentle Reader.

It's a big world and you'll need your rest to see it.

Hugs,

AuthorAnn

PS

This 12 dots and a blot.
It's a writer's blog.

A fiction writer's blog.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Please.

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

Cya.



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Okay.

So here's the thing.

Today is National Coming Out Day.

I had a friend ("... had..." because he's now dead from AIDS) who was 'happy'.

I loved that man.  (Plutonic because he wasn't interested in me. Not that way.)

He was the person who introduced me to dance and Martha Graham.

I would watch that man dance and just be happier than I thought was possible.

He was openly gay.

Never apologized for it.

Always hoped for that great love of his life.

Didn't happen.

Why write about it now?

Well I was looking to see who was reading my blog and it would seem that some Gentle Reader must think that  I am 1) gay or a guy and 2) interested in porn "gymnastics"

You would be 1) wrong and 2) wrong.

Not interested and not interested.

I like sex with the opposite sex. If you knew me you'd know that I was celibate. Have been for a long time.

My friend?  He told me that someday he was going to meet someone who he was in love with and hand and hand they'd go to a clinic to go get tested for AIDS and then live happily ever after.

He did get tested but he never got the happily ever after.


I don't need porn.  Like my friend?  I need a relationship.

And for the record, to whoever thought that I'd be interested in porn involving anything?

I'm not.

This isn't one of those indignant comments. It's actually a very quiet and serious reflection about my friend on National Coming Out Day and how he spent his whole life hoping for a relationship.

Sex is easy and cheap.

Love is precious.  Worth more than gold.








I just don't need angry or screwed up people in my life at the moment.

I need friends who love me and will miss me when I'm gone.

I need stable, happy, and laughter.

So do you Gentle Reader who came here from that porn site.

I think that you need stable, happy, and kindness as much or more than I do.


Hugs.

I won't kick you out of this blog. Instead?

I hope for you a kind day?

'Cause porn is kind of sad and demeaning to people no matter what their sexual orientation.


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Good night you.

I'm so sleepy that I can hardly hold my eyes open.

If it were daylight I'd be (like the song says) "...dappled and drowsy and ready for sleep..."  in a puddle of sunshine in the corner of the living room.  At this moment it's dark and there's no warm sun beam to keep me warm.





And to think

"...You were only waiting for this moment to be free..."

And I was only waiting for this moment to take off this stupid bra.

Ahh now that is better.



'Night.


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Sometimes I think that it would be so much easier to be a guy.

 

 

 

I hate the waiting.

 

 

 

Once I decided to stop the insanity and asked the guy out.  

 

 

He accepted and cooked a really impressive dinner for us.

 

 

 

Unfortunately?

 

 

 

There was no chemistry.

 

 

 

I was lucky that he didn't laugh when I asked him out.

 

 

 

It wasn't the rejection that worried me.

 

 

 

Nope.

 

 

It was that he would laugh at me or think that I was weird because I asked him out.

 

 

Shouldn't have mattered

 

 

but it did.

 

 

 

So should I call this person who I haven't heard from in years and years?

 

 

Or should  I not.

 

 

 

Opinions welcome.

 

 

 

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going to sleep. Filled up with cheese sandwich and ice water. Sleepy. Need hug and a kiss. Not from the dog. Sigh. More likely to get kiss from dog. .:( I love my Pups. Sometimes I'd rather be with them or Pup rather than another person on Earth. But then? There are days when I wish that the phone would ring. .

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Ya'll you know those dream bubbles?  We'll some of them had BAD dreams in them. Woke up at 4AM from bad dream.  Now the dogs are barking and scary.

Yikes.

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Update. The fella I thought was a jerk. The one I wrote about. The one who used is disability to manipulate people into doing what he wanted them to.  Well he's back.  He was delightfully AWOL for months and now he's back.  It's awful.  I wish that he'd go away and find other people to pester.

Please.

PS I don't dislike him because of his disability. Nope. I don't like him because he uses people with his disability.  :(

Good news? My son is back from his trip. Yay.  I missed him but I think that he had adventures with his dad.  Double yay.

Off to see stats.

WB says maybe I might be in trouble because I said President V Putin looked "hot" in his photos. My son wondered if I'd get in trouble for writing that Prez Putin was going an excellent job handling his pole.  (fish pole idio see previous blog posts.)

Dunno.

I'm sitting here writing and keeping out of trouble.

WriterAnne

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I'm gonna dive headlong into sleep and be covered up in dream bubbles.

 

 

 

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Dear @craigyferg The definition of comic insanity is telling the same joke over and over and expecting folks to laugh.


(feel free to tweet over and over and over....)


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ohyeahheissofiiiiiiiiine


Happy Birthday V.Putin.


Yay.


LOLOL



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"....snakes are in the kitchen

ghosts are in the hall

Sun is in the dust

shadows on the wall 



clouds are in my eyes

darkness in my heart

beasts are on the prowl

broken glass in that remark



if you want to leave

take your things and go

pull that pain off fast

you can keep your heart

and go







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Radio Slacker . Oooohhhh put me in your big old pickup truck.

This is Radio Slacker . Ten watts of pooooowwwwwwwweeeeeeerrrrrrr......Weeeeeeeeeeee. .

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Welcome 2 12dots.

 

This is a writer's blog.

 

A fiction writer's blog.

 

Fact and fiction co exist here.

 

If you don't know which is which.

 

Don't ASSume.

 

 

Ask.

 

 

 

.....

 

 

I'm going to go see the movie Captain Phillips.  It looks like a movie that should be on a gigantic screen.

 

 

Yay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Looking backwards in fable to look forward into the mystery...


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Okay, I've thought about this for a while. 



Where RU?

Y now?

Happy day after V Putin's Birthday.



That is all.



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"Ehm.  I just had blog views disappear. That is not right. Soooooo if anyone is pinching blog views you might not want to do that again.


 

 

 

My blog says who's been here and how they got here."

 

 

 You  don't want to pizz off Santa.

 

 

I don't even like vampires in the movies.

 

 

 

 

:O




KNock it off.

 

 

 

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Sigh.


Can't you feel it?

That slight studder, that shutter, in the force of life. Not as great as that shake known as an earthquake. This is more like the shutter in a heart when it skips a beat. When something surprises and you drawn in a quick breath of relief or not.

You looked me in the eye with that look that said, "What's the use."  Meanwhile your mouth is simultaneously moving and talking with some kind of hope that you'll be wrong.

I know.

I know about what you are talking about. I just wish you knew that I knew. Your eyes keep saying, "Please know."  I'm not sure why when I say, "No worries, I might not know everything but what I don't know I can look up. Why are you so sad?"

Lol. I'm here.


It's the differences that make it interesting.

LolLOllOlOlOl . Tai Chi? Gentle Reader, you do Tai Chi? Lol I may not know you but I love Tai Chi. The meditative kind for health and flexibility. Love to do it. Takes a bit to learn how to do it but once you get the hang of it? It's just the best. If you're just starting out, The first until the move "moves' Tiger to Mountain" is called the mini set. Learn that well as it has all the movements required for all 108 moves. If you get a chance to comment, I'd love to chat with you. I know that folks think, "How difficult can Tai Chi be?" To them I'd say, "How difficult is it to draw the perfect circle." I've got to go (see next post). BRB Writer Ann. .

Okay now pay attention, Gentle Readers.  


One, I have to go to the bathroom.

Two, there is someone from the UK that's been reading my blog.

I don't have lot of time to fool around here.  My bladder can only stand so much torment.

I'm going to ask to the point if the Gentle Reader from the UK thinks that they know me.

UK is a big place.

If you do?

(I hate to be crude here but I'm wiggling in my chair.)


To the person in the UK.  If you think you know me then  "grow a pair" and comment.

That is what the comment section is for.

Or tweet.

Or email.

I hear they still have carrier pigeons.

But for Heaven's sakes, say  "Hello."

If not.

eek!

Sorry.



I love good surprises, long walks on the beach, and animals.

Partial to horses (can't afford one), boats, and ....

We'll if you do know me?

You can certainly figure out how to find me.


(In a few moments, I'll be in the bathroom.)


BBR


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When you're young and have all the time in the world,  it can seem that the sounds of old age are very far away.  Even as middle age comes into view, what is happening at the moment, can drowned out that creaking sound. Then one day you are sitting in a park or a restaurant and the people who are around you look old.  "Boy they've changed." you'll say.

Then you'll look at your own reflection in the glass."


My cosmic "to do" list is growing short. 


There is a someone who I've known in this life who I'd like to at least visit with.  That reflection in the mirror shouldn't really matter to either of us, but for some reason to me it does.  It's been so long since we've seen each other. Back then there wasn't any gray nor wrinkles next to my eyes. It shouldn't matter because those are the wrinkle that show up when I smile. The gray in my hair is actually not so bad. In my head and in my "heart", I'm still fierce. I'm actually stronger and much more interesting than I was way back then. Still in my mind there's the fear that I'll see the disappointment in their eyes because I no longer look like I do in their "mind's eye".

I believe in love.


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I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country. (You know I don't think this is fair.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country. (If I had posted a photo of a Sports Illustrated modelm would I have to write 100 times, "I will not be a misogynistic jerk for posting a photo of a babe in a bikini? Yes, but this isn't a babe in a bikini.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country (Besides I didn't even make fun of his head or his babe o licious chest.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country
I will not make fun of the head of another country, (After all this was part of a publicity campaign for President Putin.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country. (The whole idea was to make him look young and hot.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country, (Personally, I think it was very success full.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country, (I am not poking fun of him. Not.AT.All)
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country. (Nope if there's any poking going on, it won't be at his head.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country. (But, if there would be any poking, once folks see this photo:

The line will be around the block.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
(Cause this man is a hunk.)
I will not make fun of the head of another country.
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
I will not make fun of the head of another country,
I will not make fun ---

omg. The man is fine.


back to the future  http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com



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About the next post.  Please Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Tea Party, Libratarians, some body.  Could our next president rock a fishing pole and a pair fatiques like Pres. Putin?  Would you look at this man?/// .

108 tai chi moves Master Moy

Dear President Putin, 

(Good gravey would you look at this man. Imagine a hot day, a summit, Obama, and Putin. I would buy that calendar.)



Bless yer heart honey are you readin' my blog you good lookin, fierce man you? 



xxxooo, Writer Ann        



PS  I had to ask because there's someone reading my blog from Russia and I was just wishin and hopin it was that expert fisherman, President Putin. 


Lol unrelated but true. I also luv it if  the LLS with Craig Ferguson would do this song as a cold open.

The intern who used to dress up in the black leather outfit looks like President Putin.
And Tim Meadows would be puurrrrfecto as Obama.

And CF, of course?  Clinton.

I'd watch and buy the calendar.

Wishin' and hopin' and prayin' .... Sigh.

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I'm not holding my breath but a girl can dream.


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I miss the Chicks.  .




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Oh no. I have been invited to a wedding and now I have to buy a wedding present. I'm not particularly good at this and there is no "The bride and groom wants...."  lists anywhere. I'm thinking that towels are good but then again, I haven't a clue what color.  I tried to buy a clock on ebay but got out bid. (It was a nice clock.)  Thought about a wok from the WalMart or a toaster oven from Target but I dunno if they even cook.   I am lost. Send help....

Sign me,

The Runaway Bride


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PS Don't do it. Live together. Lol the groom already looks whipped.

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Stay tuned.

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Someone's been reading on their eyePhone. 

I don't know if you ever watched the kid's show Romper Room. On that show there was a lady who used to look in her magical mirror and then say...





Romper, bomper, stomper, booo.

Tell me tell me tell me true!

.

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.

It's a writer's blog.

A fiction writer's blog.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Don't ASSume.

Ask.


Cya'


/very fine print. Any person, living or dead, who resembles someone one this blog only does so accidental on purpose. First look me in the eye and tell me it's not true.  Second? You try making all this stuff up all the time and you'll start lookin at your relatives like they'd make a good story. Just sayin.
Please, if you can't tell the difference between fact and fiction all on your own?
Get help.

>:P


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.You will not believe what people are reading on my blog. WoW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Go here . I read something. Gonna put it here ...  and don't forget to read the comments!




We almost missed it but not quite

It is time for the game show that everyone loves to play ,

No, not the Price Is Right.  But you're close.

It's time for spinning that Wheel of Fortune --

"Contract Negotiation Fun Fun Follies"

Dang David Letterman. You really flew under the radar on this one.


Welcome back ...


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"There's no place like home."


Oh for the love of custard. Don't you people have something elses to do with your lives ...




List of things that I do not believe in.

1. Santa Clause

2. Tooth Fairy

3. Easter Bunny

4. Ping Pong

5 - 10 Friendship on the Internet.

:(

I worry about this world when we can devalue words like "friendship" by creating a Internet were we call friends people who's names we do not know.

I can't do that.  I know it looks easy. Be nice and they're nice and presto chango? Friend.

Like Instant Karma, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus it sounds nice but when you look at it? It is  still a lie.

From this moment on, I am not calling anyone a friend or "friend" unless I have looked them in the eye, asked for three forms of valid ID, and done a background check.

I'm really getting sick and tired of being the nice person in the room.

No more nice person until I get a note from your Mama.

Period.


Sheesh.


And one more thing (two actually).

One. Don't be trying to spoof me into thinking you are someone who you are not.

Two.

This is 12dotsandablot.
It is a writer's journal.
A FICTION WRITER'S journal.
Fact and fiction reside here.
If you do not know which is which?
PLEASE.
DO.
NOT.
ASSume.
Ask.

Otherwise you will be trying to spoof something THAT DOESN"T EXIST.

That is one way that I know that you are a spoof.

Please save all of us time an effort for more important things.

Like Bingo.

Now I,

I know plenty of folks who really and truly love Bingo.







But Ping Pong?

Sucks.



Baaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhzinga, you big turkey.


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This blog lets me see what other people are reading here.

I'm enjoying the journey.

I hope that you are too.







No news. Guess it was just a mirage or a joke.

:(....  sad


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One of the craziest things that I ever did (besides thinking that I could be a mom and could some how find love and ever after) was bungie jump off a perfectly good support.

There I was standing there all hitched up to the harness and all that bungie cord that was supposed to let me fall almost to the ground and then magically I'd be yanked up into the Heavens. Safe.

Lol. I made the guys who run the jump go first.  The theory? That if they'd jump first, I'd know that it was safe.
So they did.
Off that platform they jumped as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Fearless. Then up into the air and then down toward the ground and then up into the air and down until finally the twisting and turning of their choice slowed to a decision of sorts. No fear all faith.

Then it was my turn.

At first I tried to jump off facing that long jump. I tried but the notion of the consequences of that decision were to great to face forwards. So I turned my back on all the logical consequences and the possible damage to life and limb and I jumped.

There aren't words to describe the feeling. It was as if part of me was still on that platform but the other part was free in the most uncomfortable way. As I fell, I was yelling. Later I was told that the swear word for fecal matter could be heard all over the park in one long extended syllable that was highlighted by a perfunctory "t" sound.  They guys who ran the thing and the guy who jumped before me were delighted. Especially the second time I tried it and this time the expletive for the same bodily function ended in a less frantic but no less afraid "p".  They tried for a third time and even offered to give me a tshirt if I would but honestly twice was enough.






So what does this post have to do with love and it's concepts?

Well, I was in love with someone who wasn't back. For years, I told myself that being friends was good enough since I honestly didn't think that they felt the same.

Now I feel different.

Ya got to jump and risk all that pain in order to experience the joy.

Anytime is the right time to call.

If the line is busy?

Try again.

If that don't work there's always email.

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Oh mercy, Dear Person that I never thought that I'd ever hear from again. Is that you? If so please tell me something that only you and I would know. Kind of a test. I know that there are a few things that you would know. Think hard. I'm not unreasonable it's just that the Internet is very, very, big and there may be other people with your name trying to contact a person with my name.

Think.

If it is you? Hugs. :)




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This morning I woke up thinking about change.
By breakfast I was telling my so of 29 years  that there might not be a year 30.
Nothing puts the "oh" in our oatmeal like a breakfast conversation about leaving.

Change is good. It's going to happen because of and inspite of our 5 year plans. Some of it's expected. Some happens because of hard work. Some change happens because of bad luck or bad timing.

Then there is the change that sheer force of will or denial we refuse to see until it's grabbed us by the collar and yelled in our face.  So close it finally is that you can feel it's breath. "I will not be ignored." it says.  And finally it won't be.



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My son asked," If you don't like the way the LLS is now, why do you watch it at all?" Why do I?

It's funny.  When I first saw CF's tryout for the LLS gig, I was instantly taken with the "something about the man" behind CF.  His producer called him "lightning in a jar".   I laughed because he was like the uncle with the dry sense of humor who married your aunt.  He's the one that says what we might love to but can't.  At the time the world was still smarting from the aftermath of September 11th.  For an hour, 5 times a week, there late in the night it was okay to laugh at just how insane the world had become.  While Uncle Sam was going on and on about the evils of this and what we should do about it, this Uncle was cracking jokes about the situation. We could laugh and we could breath. We could remember that no matter how scary things were, we could still laugh.  To me that was Craig Ferguson.

He was the fearless and creative that I wished that I could be.

Now?

Not so much.

So why do I still watch?

Because.

Because somewhere a long the way, I began to think of this fellow not as just another late night talk show host. I began to think of him as a friend.

And that is why I still watch. If you've had a friend for a long time, you'll understand when I say that you don't give up on your friends.  so night after night I've been watching and hoping that I'll see something new.  That he'll get tired of the robot and the horse. Maybe he'll try something new or bring back something old and I'll see the  CF that I got me to laugh.

That said...


Dear @Craigyferg,  The time has come to push the robot out of his nest and make room for something new. JRT is a talented man. He'll do fine. You, on the other hand need to get out of your rut. Try something. Try anything. You might not be tired of the penis jokes but as a fan? I am. 
Please, I'm running out of excuses to watch your show.  cAnn in Blogspotville.


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I was reading on the Internet about a new project for Josh Robert Thompson. He's the voice of the LLS's Geoff Peterson.  He's launching an online variety show with characters that he's created and impersonations of actors and celebrities. As I looked at the photos of the characters,  I was reminded of all the characters that Craig Ferguson used to do on the LLS. This was before JRT came along. 

It got me to wondering why the LLS stopped the skits and characters.  Why there is only CF riffing with the robot and the pantomime horse.  Why is the show now, the Geoff Peterson show with CF and the horse?  If the puppets and the skits and characters are so dated, why is JRT introducing an online show that pretty much looks like the older LLSwCF?

www.rsanews.com  posts older videos from before JRT's GP showed up.  These shows are inventive and highly entertaining.  The meta joke on line was that with each creative bit there would be a time when CF would grow weary of it and then replace it with something new.  It looked exactly like JRT new Internet show.




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I used to work in a family business.  It allowed me to see both sided of who and why folks who worked there where hired.  The woman who did the hiring and managing had a theory that it was best to hire people who were destined for better things. She expected that all her hires would go to college or go on to manage/own their own businesses.  While they worked for her, she made sure to train and encourage them so that they'd be prepared for college. Like every skit on the LLS show, from the very moment they stepped into the door, it was understood that they would leave for a better future and  would be replace with another person. It was a very good policy because she always had excellent staff who had new ideas and weren't "stuck"  in a job that they hated.  Everyone was better for the process.

...

You must be wondering what the paragraphs above have to do with  each other.  I can't say that I woke up thinking about either CF or JRT.  I actually woke up thinking about change in general.  I was thinking about the planned for changes and the changes that happen while we're planning something else.  I was thinking about how my mother hired people with the expectation that they were going to leave.  Must have been the teacher in her heart to train them to take the things that they'd learned from her and then use it.

Each morning I wake up to a slightly older and slightly different me.  Try as I might, there will be something new, welcome or unwelcome, that has changed in my life.  If I use that notion, ride my life changes like a surfer does a wave,  I stand a chance of having some control over what happens.  I might even grow and be happy with the results.  It might be good to look at life like my mom hired, "her girls".   Maybe I should wake up with the expectation that I should learn what I can here because I'll be somewhere else tomorrow.

...

I love to look at the old LLS videos.  They're still as fresh and inventive as the very first time that I saw them.  I've enjoyed the novelty of the robot as well. However, I feel as if the show has stopped changing.  It's stopped riding the wave of what is happening now. It's stuck.

I'm glad to see this new endeavor by JRT. I would expect him to grow and then, like my mom's hires, I would expect him to leave for better things.  I expect the LLS to be different and better for his  involvement.  I would encourage him to go follow his creative dream. Then I'd expect some new influence to take his place.

...

I am worried that the person who'll leave will not be JRT but Craig Ferguson.  With the same thing night after night? Maybe he already has.

From one of the Internet review sites

"

I Want the old Late Late Show Back

7.0

By airstreamer, Jun 09, 2013

Let me start by saying I Tivo Craig every night so I haven't missed a show in years.... I used to have such a crush on him... was actually disappointed when he got married... as if... He used to be so hot, and his show was, and still is the best late night show.... but its lost a lot of what made me love it... He used to be cute, but then he got that Mr. Cleaver crew cut hairdo... and started wearing three piece suits and got rid of the puppets and his monologue is now about his penis instead of interesting stuff that he used to talk about.... . I anticipate everything he's going to say now, because he says the same thing over and over... "See what I did" for example. The only part of the show that's good is the opening before the intro, with audience members, and guests if they're good.... the penis monologues the tweets and emails... terrible.... I rarely watch the whole show past the monologue unless a guest is someone I really like. Its a shame its going downhill.... it seems to be related to moving to the bigger studio, although he had the bad haircut before that.... if you look at the picture he shows sometimes, with his ferrets that's the haircut that made him so hot! "

 

 

I know that there are other fans who love the Geoff Peterson with Craig and the horse but people are beginning to complain.

 

.

.

 

 

 

 

.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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.

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

.



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

 

 

 

 



.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"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

 

 

 

 

.

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.

.

Butterfly concerto

 

 

 

 

 

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


Thought I'd give it a try.


.

,

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.




.


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.
.


Hugs.


.We're the folks watching and wondering.


.


.

 

 

 

 

 

.

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

.

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..."

.

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.

.

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

....







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

.

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!

.
.
.
,
,
,
,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


.

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.


,

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.






.
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.