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If you have this?





Why are you unhappy?


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Dear Person Who I Think Might Be Reading My Blog Who I Don't Actually Know But Who I Think I Might,

You and I need to have a talk.

Look, you've been given such a gift in your life. I know that there's been parts that were messed up but now just look around you. Seriously. Take minute and look around you right were you are?  What do you see? Can you see some good around you or inside yourself that others should see?

If you do?

Smile and take joy in the fact that you are so lucky. If you don't? Fix it. Right now. Even if you don't feel like it look around and smile to your self. Especially if there's someone who might could use that minute of "sunshine" in their life. Hugs someone if it's okay. Nod and say, "Hello." Find a flower and give it to someone. Hold the door open for an old person.

Yes, be a friggin' Boy or Girl Scout.

There are times when that one smile might be the difference between hope and dispair in another person's life.

You and I both know that moment and how important that can be.

Don't be a miser with this knowledge.

Now look there next to you.

See the world as it can be.

I'm sorry to be so bossy but -well - I think you just momentarily forgot to breath.

Love,

Ann



Dear Person Who Writes the Horoscopes,

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This is to let you  know that  I am perfectly happy and whole at the moment. The LAST thing I want is to have to do is use persuasion to get anyone to like me.

People either like me or they don't. 

I find that this is a great way to live because if folks are there because they like you and want to be there?

They'll be with you through good or bad time.

The ones that you have to twist in to "pretzels" for will leave in a heart beat.

Those folks just aren't worth the effort.


Makes me sad to think that people read these horoscopes and plan their lives around it.

Signed,

Here's Your Sign.

To the folks who read this blog? I'm happy to have readers.

Rock on.

Ann

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PS Don't need a horoscope to tell me that I'm lucky.

Have already found that out.

I've been in that place where I didn't think anyone gave a crap.

Sat in that waiting area thinking that my dad would die and never know that I loved him.

I've placed my faith in people who'd try to make me feel as if I weren't worth anything.

Thinking if I just tried harder to convince them of my worth as a person they'd say, "Welcome."

Not any more.

 My dad's okay. He loves me and when folks try to send me on my way he tells me to stay put.

WB's more than happy to sail on my boat and Pup?

Pup's there with a  big ole' heart and a hug.

None of them have to be convinced to be here.

LOL With as many times as I've kicked the stall door,  I'm surprised to see that they stayed.


For all that I've found that your friends are your friends cause they want to be.

And?

I'm the luckiest person on this Earth.

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Horoscope for everyone this day?
May you live longer than the day you find out who your friends really are.

Now that is lucky.

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Because.

It has penguins.

It has The  Beatles.

It has penguins.

I like penguins.

So ?

That's why.


Hugs,


Ann.


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One more time.

This is a writer's blog.

I write stuff.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know the difference?

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

Thanks.



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In a startling turn of events we have what might be (in our minds) a scoop.

It may be that the future Ms. Princess has yet to --

we just can't believe this-

We'll the question is has she been to the royal - uh - ?.

Don't want to be crude or cruel but ya' know this is the royal wedding and there are rules.

Soooooooooo.

Wellllllll

We were justs wonderinggggg.

Uh

uhmm

well you know

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So?


Long time ago,  I had a friend who had a friend who was full of fun facts about the Charles and Diana wedding. One of those facts was that the future Princes Di's shoes could only be so high. 

.Why do they do that anyway?

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Why I'm not doing Interactive Blogs here or much really good writing..

Because for two years I wrote EVERY DAY over on the 12 dogs blog without so much as a George Washington or a Benjamin Franklin. I did it for the love of writing and to get my writer's voice people.

And then.

I think I got ripped off by somone.

Someone who might have actually gotten a job in writing because of it.

Meanwhile here I sit in my tshirt and not much else depressed because !)I'v not gotten any commerative things from the upcoming Royal wedding, 2) Even though I actually have royal heritage (somewhere)  I've been disinherited 3) my invitation to this wedding has yet to arrive which is a bummer because I've already picked out a good pair of jean and washed behind my ears for this thing and 4) I'd cleaned up the "royal yacht" for the voyage across the Atlantic (can't afford the airfare or hotel fees so I thought I take the boat)

I'm just utterly depressed about it all so it's not easy to write.

Sob.

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OH CRAP . Update, Update, Update.

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In what surely might cause an upset in the Royal Wedding plans, news here at 12 dots wedding central is that Prince Harry (nice guy and all round royal stud muffin) is stuck in the Artic. At first we were okay with that because we thought they meant Antartica and we were going to try very hard to get him to see our blog so that (finally) we could have views from every continent in the world but then we saw it was just the Artic and we were like, "Oh hey, we've already got Canada -" 

But then we thought about it and it was like, "OMG, he's stuck in the Artic? What if he's cold or worse yet - what if he misses the wedding???"

Also I'd very much like one of those Kat and Harry Royal Wedding Commerative PEZ dispensers  to go with my Charles and Diana commerative plate.

So you can see we've got some really serious news to discuss.

And as you can see from this video? Lyle Lovett looks just like Prince Harry might should he be stuck out in the Artic with wet hair, stuck without a boat or a pony, and wondering how he was going to get to his brothers wedding.

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Must be over 21 to view.

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Somewhere on this blog there's a Youtube video of Robin Williams talking about Viagra.

I can't put it here because I might get in trouble.

I will say that it's so blue that it's almost Navy.

It's so blue it makes Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor look pastel.

I can however post this video:



Classy.

Also on today's blog? According to my Royal Wedding counter, it's now 21 days until the Royal nuptuals. How lovely.

Hip, hip hurrah! Viagra for everyone!

Happy looking.


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Okay that's it. 

I've had it with my "Oh-the-horror"scope. It's NEVER right. Not ever.  Can't be the only one who has this problem and I have a birth certificate. I'm a fiction writer. I create whole made up worlds. So starting this minute? I'm writing my own "horror"scope column.

(For legal reasons, I'm supposed to tell you that this is for entertainment purposes only.)



Also I'm making up my own signs.


Today's "horror"scope.

If you were born on this day you are born under the sign of  a  Water Buffalo's Butt.

You think that Rickie Fowler wearing his fruit loop colored cap backwards is the reason why the economy is in the toilet. Those colors should only be on women from Palm Beach who wear Lilly Pulitzer florals. You don't care that Tiger had affairs. You do care that that punk wears his hat backwards. You also voted Republican but think that Glenn Beck is an idiot. Your kids hate you but only after you pay for their apartment not before and your wife is a trophy.

You also say you love golf but actually you detest the game. You only play because you are a snob. The good news (for you anyway) is that no one cares because you've got more money than God and you know it.



For those not born today?

This is your life.

Kind of.


If you were born in the month of January, you have headaches and penis envy. Actually you envy everything because January is a crappy month to be born in.  The weather's crap. Everyone, including your family, spent their money on you during Christmas and now, since their credit card bills are coming in are spending the month lecturing you on fiscal responsibility. Every four years people get happy or unhappy because someone they voted for or didn't vote for gets swarn in as President.  The weather can  be really bad and no one except Stinky comes to your birthday party.

Life sucks.

Your sign? The Platapus cause you are one mixed up kid whose parents had sex because there was a blizzard and nothing on tv.


Born in the month of February? You are either a romantic or a misogynistic jerk. Every four years women who still know this stuff run around embarassing their commitphobic boyfriends (or girl friends) by asking them to marry them. Since they are commitment phobs they head for the nearest exit.  Every year you think about buying flowers but decide to save the money for breast implants.

You are born under the sign of the  Beaver and you spend all day in a crappy job and all night playing Angry Birds. No hope. Find another hobby cause that game is addictive. :(  Find another job cause you need therapy. Until then there may be hope at Angry Birds Addition Anon. It meets in the basement of the community center. If you hurry you can still get a table next to the back door.


If you are born in the month of March you are born under the sign of the Angry Small breasted Tit Mouse.  Your chest is tiny and you throw like a girl.  Abandon hope and go get addicted to Angry Birds. That way you can go to the Angry Birds Addiction Anon with the Beavers and possibly get a social life. I'm sorry that you are so angry but I think that those Beavers might have the name of a good plastic surgeon. Your to do list should read like this:

Down load Angry Birds
Get addicted to Angry Birds
Go to Angry Birds Addiction Anon
Get them to tell you the name of a really good plastic surgeon. They've done research.
Get the surgery (good news is that people under this sign spent their time with no social life but with good jobs like statisticians and actuaries. You  may not have a social life but you can already afford the plastic surgery. Get the boob job. Then?

Get the heck out of Angry Birds Addiction Anon cause they have no social life and you now have the boobs of a Goddess.

Hip hurray.

April?  If you are born in April you are a Water Buffalo Butt and already know what's going to happen. I suggest you seek out someone born in March before they get the boob job and become a b9tch. Hurry.



Born in May?

May babies. OMG May babies.


If you are born in May? You are a bull. A Scottish stud. There are videos made about you and women fall at your feet.



LOL


Or?

You drink a liter of ginger ale followed with a Mento's chaser and tell your mom that you've got projectile vomiting.

Small print but very important note from lawyers. Please don't try this at home. You might puke out your nose and that can't be good.
Thank you.




If you are born in June you were born under the sign of  the Airtraffic Controller Who Fell Asleep At His Job. This is because your mother wasn't smart enough to have sex in September or have a C section in May so that you too might be a sexy, late night talk show host. Face it. You're boring. Nothing to do but try to stay awake and not crash the airplanes. I hear eating rainbow Skittles and drinking Grande Latte Starbucks helps. You should also think about joining online Weight Watchers because those Grande Lattes have lots of calories and well you do spend your days and nights either asleep or at the computer. Not much exercise. Sorry.

Note; There is an exception. One person born in the month of June who is exempted from being born under the sign of the Airtraffic Controller Who Fell Asleep At His Job. This person takes being a Ahole to a whole nother level so I have had to stop time and put him in his own horroscope sign.

He alone is born under the sign of the Hee Haw Jack Ass. Because he is. He'll think this is a compliment. But it's not.





I'm going to be nice to the folk who are born in July and say that they're born under the sign of the Fire cracker Smokin' Hot Babe. I'm doing this because I was so mean in the month of June.

So July? Like May? You are as hot as your month. Go forth and become a Sports Illustrated Cover Model or if you are a guy? A Gynocologist.

You don't have to thank me. Just sit there an breath.


August, August August.   You are born under the sign of the Marriage Counselor so that you can help my friend out through their divorce and not charge them an "arm and a leg" to do so. So you'll know, they don't want to be counseled on how to save the  marriage; they want to know how to get divorced without "killing" each other during the process. You can also be born under the sign of the Really Good Divorce Attorney.



People who are born in September are born under the sign of Paula Deen and you get to go with her an help her cook on Craig Ferguson's show. You do such a great job that, much to the relief of your parents, you take that English Lit Major from Columbia and get a real live job as an intern on  The Late Late Show. You become a show runner. Then you get a job as a producer for a wildly successfull sitcom . Then another. Your first sitcom will go into sydication and it's lead star will go nuts so,  no matter that you're probably trying to cut costs, everyone thinks the guy is nuts so you get to fire him and enact some long lost merky clause that says he gets fired and can't collect his residual check. Did I say you were born under the sign of Paula Deen?  I was wrong. You are actually born under the sign of Chuck Lorre.  You're not exactly beloved by the fans of 3 and 1/2 men but the Big Bang Theory and Mike and Molly fans love you and live for your "words of wisdom" at the end of the show.

May the Swartz be with you.


That should probably make up for the fact that your birthday is also in the same month as the beginning of the school term and the ending of Summer. I didn't do it.



October you get one of the coolest months to have a party. Because of that you are born under the sign of the proverbial Bat Out of Hell. You get to dress up in costumes like Batman or a transvestite and nobody gets upset. You get to bob for apples at your party. You get to bob for beers and boobs at your party. You are in fact party central and everyone is wanting to come to your 21st birthday party so that they can basically smoke, drink and fool around dressed like Little Red Ridinghood. If you don't have a good time at your birthday? You're an idiot and deserve to spend life under a dark cloud of doo.  Yes I said "...doo..." originally I was going to type "...doom..." but changed my mind because the idea of a "...dark cloud or doo..." was really interesting.


November? If you're born in November you are born under the sign of Martha Stewart and your mother more than likely suffers from either OCD or  is neurotic.  Everything must be perfect and  you must wear a tie because well that's how it is. The turkey at your Thanksgiving was raise in Vermont in a stress free environment where it ran, cavorted, and was talked to  sweetly right up to the minute the farmer said, "Here turkey, turkey." while holding an evironmentally correct  axe behind his or her back. Then whack that farmer cuts that turkey's head off and then handed quietly  to a nice man from across the border. He does this  quietly because the farmer doesn't speak the same language as that other nice man. Plus the farmer is one of them hippy Democrats that Glenn Beck use to yell about over on Fox News before he got -- before he left. You hate the fact that your sister gets to go to the Virgin Islands on a sailboat while you the good son go home for the hollidays. You spend 3 days in the "deerwoods" and one day in hell with the wife, kids, and your parents. You hate your Uncle Bud the liberal. You can't even talk politics with you mom and dad because the next words you hear is, "So? Did you shoot Bambi yet?". You tell people  you think your sister's a flake but in actuality? You dont' say this because she's a flaming Liberal but you say it because you hate having the "stick up your butt". 


Your sister finds her holiday cheer from that fact. :)

Happy Thanksgiving.


Remember how I changed my mind?  Earlier? In September?  When I said that people who are born in September are born under the sign of Paula Deen?  Well part of that was because it made more sense to have Paula Deen be the sign for December. She just looks like someone who'd love the month. And she loves to cook because people who are born in December LOVE to eat. You get Birthday presents AND Christmas presents. Sure the reality is that you may get two crappy presents instead of one really good Christmas gift and one really good birthday gift but hey you're born under the sign of Paula Deen. Your mom isn't neurotic. She's joyful or drunk on fruit cake. 



Your born under the sign of Paula Deen. Woman can cook AND she knows Tv's Craig Ferguson. This  leads you to getting to meet Craig Ferguson and get your picture made with him and a hug. She calls people "pumpkin".. Now if that's not an awesom Christmas/ birthday gift? 

You're an idiot.


Happy "horror"scope.

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Sigh, Welcome to 12 dots and a blot

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This is 12 dots and a blot.

It's a writer's journal.

The whole point is about writing.

Fact and fiction llive here.

If you don't know which is which?

Please dont' ASSume.

Ask.

Thanks,

The writer.

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Camera obscurea

The camera obscura (Latin; "camera" is a "vaulted chamber/room" + "obscura" means "dark"= "darkened chamber/room") is an optical device that projects an image of its surroundings on a screen. It is used in drawing and for entertainment, and was one of the inventions that led to photography.

from Wikipedea

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camera_obscura

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Camera obscura

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"...
Someone's livin' my life for me
Someone I can't see.
Didn't ask them to
And I'd like to know why
That they're out there livin' my life...."    

tuba solo


"...I was sitting here wondering how in the world they ever came up with the concept of the 7 Eleven and Glenn Beck. It's like some kind of cynical "mean girl" kick me joke. All that "wind them up and send them out into the world" tee heeing and "Big Gulp" logic. Then a bell when off and I had to get up and get the ice cream out of the microwave. Bluebell Homemade vanilla incase you were wondering. By the time I sat down? There was nothing left to wonder about...."

from

They Fired Blenn Beck? And Other Really Short Stories About Being ....

by c anne ford 4/7/11
all rights reserved  by the author

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Thanks to Twitter and @mimetska

http://sorisomail.com/email/74120/mais-uma-projecao-3d-sensacional.html


worth a look

Camera Obscura. All the news that's fit to puzzle over - maybe.

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Stand by for news......


Important stuff first.

For Big Daddy






and his rolling "stones"





International?





(Don't over think it...)


National(USA)?




(For the folks who must think it's Christmas...)


Entertainment, Department of Political Commentators...



 Here I thought that it was supposed to be all about the news. Who knew?

(LOL. 5 points extra if you get this one Gentle Readers. Might not be everyone's cuppa "tea". That's a hint.)


Sun is up. Day is good. I'm feeling 10 feet tall and frankly don't give a ...


Hugs and take care,


Something for the road...

Travis Tritt - Ten Feet Tall And Bulletproof (Official Music Video). Watch more top selected videos about: Travis Tritt





for answers? see comments

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So I was sitting here thinking that my life was very boring and guess what it is kind of but amongst all the boring there is this one teany, tiny ray of hope
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Oh my mom is going to be soooooo proud of this post.


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Lewd, crude, but definately human...

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So I'm sitting here, finally have my laptop out.

I'm in a lovely cool place. The people are nice. It's quiet in a good way and guess what --

I have to pee.
I'm sorry to be so crude but it's true and highly annoying. The nearest place to go is in another part of the building and there's no one here to watch my stuff while I'm gone.

So here I sit waiting to see if this is something that my bladder can ignore or if it's going to turn into the emergency pee that will have me making a hasty packing up of back pack and  mad dash around the corner, down the stairs, around the corner, and hopefully not waiting in line.

At this moment there are  people who are gainfully employed and who do not have this problem. Sure they may be in a meeting but that's okay because they'll have their cellphones on "stun gun" and their "this is a very serious situation that requires my complete attention" face on as they run out the door to the potty or a smoke. They'll be reading to take their briefcase/messenger bag/ back pack with them because if they're lucking? After the restroom break they can just keep on going out the door into what remains of a pretty good weather day.

Not me. 
I just sit here writing this and hoping that it's distracting enough and that my bladder is big enough (or my jeans are loose enough) that this problem will somehow go away.
So far? Not good.

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This morning I woke up at 3:30 with the same problem (the peeing) but not the same problem (this time I didn't want to wake up) hoping for the same solution. It would seem that I took off my socks and watch while I was waiting. I don't remember why because I was half asleep while I was doing it. I do know that I spent the next hour kind of asleep with my hands clenching both the watch and the socks. I was trying very hard to think dry thoughts but that was about it.
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Some will call this destiny.
I will call it a hopefully forgettable problem.
I did meet some nice people today


and my foot itches

and I just made gas.


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"Some call it destiny. Some call it being at the right place at the right time..."

I call it?

 

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No, I don't know the words to this song but I do like the melody and the rhythm. And it's about a matador which is okay.

Happy Tuesday.





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LOL, Heeeeeeeee'sssssssss back.


Tv's Craig Ferguson, 12:30Eastern/11:30 Central


Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


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That's all folks...

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Hey and hello Gentle Readers.

Well. There's plants to plant and things to do here. The weather is good and the lawn chair and glass of sweet tea are calling.

Take care.


Writer Ann


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I was talking to this guy.

You might call him a RedNeck.

But then so am I

We were sittin' at the bottom of a local legend

Both of us trying

To get the other to take the plunge

I was siting in the house watching the wind gust. The guys on the radio were going on and on about how rough it was and how we should all stay inside.  100 miles an hour they said. So we proceeded to go outside to take a look. How can you miss wind like that?  It's like 40 below; you've got to go look and see what that feels like. Out we go down to the gate and out on the road and then a little further down the road.

Then the trees started bending...

Meanwhile back at the ranch.

So there we were sittin

Both of us betting

That the other one would finally blink

I know this fella who does major road work for a living.  He can take the bucket of a back hoe and use it to tap the ground like you would with your hand.  If he were in the middle of that 100mph wind and a tree fell across the road? I'm pretty sure he could handle the situation.

So there we sat contemplating

And waiting

And waiting

And one day it passed to the next.

There's this woman around the block who has horses and a definite opinion on how things should be run politics wise.  As I watched her with the horses and then talked to her about things political, I got the feeling that she could handle the most fierce politician.

"You know I'm getting cold."

"And I'm getting hungry."

"I think there's a beer in the cooler."

There's a guy on the river who's had more jobs than you might could imagine. He works on boats. I watched him as the guy working on my boat gave him instruction on stepping the mast.  I asked afterwards if he'd ever done that before. "Nope." he said. 

So we drank the last beer.

Asked, "Why are we here?"

"And there's a ball game will be on at 8"

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Meanwhile back in Hollywood?





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I've been watching all the hijinx over Charlie Sheen and shaking me' head.

When folks start talking about a person's "moral "turp-ahh-dude" ? You know that the lawyers are circling over head and wondering if what they want to eat will bite them back.

(Apologies to the nice lawyers in the world.)

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So there we were.

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Tis' a gift to find the things to do that makes your heart sing.

Well it's happened again. The dreaded "What do you do?" question.

For alot of folks it's an easy question but not for me.

.Was up early.

Gotta nap.

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Elizabeth Taylor

1932-2011


Will be remembered as an actrss, wife of Richard Burton, friend of MJ, AIDS activist, and creative force,


I'll remember here for these movies


Suddenly Last Summer by T Williams



Cat on a Hot Tin Roof




and this




One of the great actresses


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Meanwhile members of the RSA are coming from all parts to hear tv's Craig Ferguson prepping for his 2011 nationwide tour....



OOOOOOhhhh Craaaiiiiiggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





LOL


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This movie.

This song.

"I met a woman who was in the middle of a hurricane. She didn't make that hurricane but she had to live it. There in the middle of that storm she kindly took a moment to share her life. As she told me the story I couldn't help thinking, "How is it that she is so strong to live this life she is living?"



So I asked her, "How do you survive this?"






She got quiet and then said, "It's who you are."






from

"The Long Road Home"

c anne ford





Everywhere I go I see folks who are bigger than the troubles that life's sent them. The rise up like giants with kind hearts. They do the imposible even thought they're scared or tired. When they've had enough they somehow find more strength.


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Dear World,

Thank you to the kind people who talked to me when my dad was ill.  Thank you for sharing who you are. I used to think that I was alone in my troubles but now I know that I'm not.

Love and regards,

AuthorAnn

PS I was talking to someone last night whose life has been very difficult. Two of her children have been ill. As we talked, I tried to remember the things that people have told me when I was down. The complete strangers who have sat there and listened. Or the ones who sensed that just talking about anything else was a very good thing. I'm grateful to those people and am in awe of how they were able to do just the right thing to help a person out.  Thank you. I hope that I can do the same.

In the company of angels.


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"Look, A man, an angel, and crab flying on a huge manta ray...."


The DiVinci Cod"

Seriously.

So we're talking about Sci Fi Lit.

We were talking about the phrase and wondering if there was a talking cod fish what would happen.

There would definately be a Team Cod and a Team (not) Cod.  From what we've read, if there was a talking fish there''d also be a Team Just Crazy.

When it's a matter of faith? 

Whose team do you choose?


Happy Monday.


Going to see if there really is a book called The DiVinci Cod by Adam Roberts.  2005.

Hugs.

P'S I should say right here that this is about what folks think. It's not about what I personally beilieve. Gotta say that before

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"Sometimes the answer comes in a flash and sometimes it takes awhile." 3/21/11  c anne ford

Tom,

Hello to you. 

Is your mother still here? 

 

I've always heard that to go to Heaven is to go to a place where we are free of the pain and of the suffering of the world.  It always sounded like when, after a really long day of work, you close your eyes and go into a good sleep.  I hear it called laying down your burdens and being with the Lord.   The idea is that your work on Earth is finished and now you rest.

I wasn't able to see my great aunt before she died. It bothered me for a long time that I didn't.  Sitting here thinking about your situation it's made me realize why. 

This is my prayer to God. I'm praying and typing at the same time.

Dear God,

Thank you that you led me to Tom.

 

First, I hope that you will not only bring Peace to his mother but you will also bring Peace to him.

You and I have been talking (praying) to each other for  along time and through alot of sadness. You've been the faithful friend. Wheither I thanked you for letting me be with the people I loved  or when I yelled at you wanting to know why you would take them, you listened. Like a good friend you comforted me. Never once did you turn your back or say I'm too busy to listen. And today, though Tom,  I finally heard about Elsie. I was lucky to have known her and now I rejoice that she sits in Heaven with you. You know full well I didn't alway think that was a good idea. I missed her and it hurt.   Now I know it's up to me to remember all the things that she taught me while she was here on Earth.  She taught me how to grow old gracefully and full of life.

Even when things weren't so good.  Thank you so much for letting me be in her life.

Tom,  I didn't get to see her when she died.  Didn't get to see my grandfather or grandmother when they died. Didn't get to see a good friend  when he died.   This always bothered me so much.  Now, thanks to you,  I know how to get past that pain.  Instead of mouring their loss, I'm going to remember the lessons they taught me here on Earth.  I'm going to try my best to be grateful that I was lucky enough to have known them.

Thanks to you here's what I'm going to remember.

My great aunt, sitting in a hospital bed with her new hip replacement being  chipper as a happy bird.  I asked her if she was in pain? How could she be so happy?  Her lesson was to find the happy in the world no matter what.   Do not define yourself as your age on that birth certificateor the situation that you find yourself in.  Define yourself as how you feel in your heart.  If you don't like what's in your heart? Good news is that you can always change.

My grandfather's lesson was that it was important to be honest in your dealings. He said that the most important thing a person could have in their life was their good word. He told me the story about the lady at the bank. How he could have lied but didn't.  I later told that story to my son who later told the lady at the state park as he handed over the rocks he picked up asking, "Is it okay to take these?" 

My friend said that life was too important to waste time on things that you didn't believe in your heart was good to do. Even if you don't make a million or everyone else says, "Impossible."  You can do it. Making money isn't the only thing.

My father says that you can move mountains if you work at it long enough.  And he said that he loves me.  He also said, "Yes, you can teach your son to read."   So I did.

WB and Pup says, "We love you. Always.We're glad that you are here. We are a family. "  Simes like a simple thing that a person shouldn't have to say but it's not something that a rich person can buy.  It's something that happens.   They also taught me that family is in the heart not just on the birth certificate.

And my grandmother? She said what I tell my own son now, " You know where the key is, There's a warm bed and food in the kitchen. We'll leave the porch light on for you.

And Tom taught me to remember. Thanks,

Hugs,

C Ford

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"I hear voices..."

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Dear Tom,

Hello to you.

Is your mother still here?

I've always heard that to go to Heaven is to go to a place where we are free of the pain and of the suffering of the world. It always sounded like when, after a really long day of work, you close your eyes and go into a good sleep. I hear it called laying down your burdens and being with the Lord. The idea is that your work on Earth is finished and now you rest.

I wasn't able to see my great aunt before she died. It bothered me for a long time that I didn't. Sitting here thinking about your situation it's made me realize why.

This is my prayer to God. I'm praying and typing at the same time.

Dear God,

Thank you that you lead me to Tom.
First, I hope that you will not only bring Peace to his mother but you will also bring Peace to him. You and I have been talking (praying) to each other for along time and through alot of sadness. You've been the faithful friend. Wheither I thanked you for letting me be with the people I loved or when I yelled at you wanting to know why you would take them, you listened. Like a good friend you comforted me. Never once did you turn your back or say I'm too busy to listen. And today, though Tom, I finally heard about Elsie. I was lucky to have known her and now I rejoice that she sits in Heaven with you. Now it's up to me to remember all the things that she taught me while she was here on Earth. She taught me how to grow old gracefully and full of life.
Thank you for giving me time with her.

Tom, I didn't get to see her when she died. Didn't get to see my grandfather or grandmother when they died. Didn't get to see a good friend when he died. This always bothered me so much. Now, thanks to you, I know how to get past that pain. Instead of mouring their loss, I'm going to remember the lessons they taught me here on Earth.

My great aunt, sitting in a hospital bed with her new hip replacement was chipper as a happy bird. I asked her was she in pain? How could she be so happy. Her lesson was to find the happy in the world no matter what. Do not define yourself as your age on that birth certificate. Define it as how you feel in your heart.


My grandfather said that it was important to be honest in your dealings. He said that the most important thing a person could have in their life was their good word.

My friend said that life was to important to waste on things that you didn't believe in your heart was good to do. Even if you don't make a million or everyone else says, "Impossible."

My father says that you can move mountains if you work at it long enough.

My immediate family says, "We love you. Always."

And my grandmother? She said what I tell my own son now, " You know where the key is, There's a warm bed and food in the kitchen. We'll leave the porch light on for you.



Hugs,

C Ford

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So it's Spring and this poem is actually pretty good.

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A quiet heart.
Lost.
Like a seed in the frozen ground.
The sun waits alittle longer.
Like a mother expecting.
It warms the air.
The breezes lift.
The heart stirs.
The sun,
Encouraged by this
Stays even longer.
Each day filled with love.
Til one day, the seed bursting with courage
Breaks from its dark room.
Into the light
Its fragile leaves lift
And then turn.
Like the face of a new born turns,
Eyes blurry,
Searching
For it's mother's voice.

A Quiet Heart

3-10-11
c anne ford

all rights reserved by the author


PS If you're reading this and you repost this poem, please, remember to include the name of the poet.

It's only right.

Thanks.

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And no this doesn't really have anything to do with the poem but it's on the movie I'm watching.




And I like the song.


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LOL This is for WB who'd never heard it but had definately heard of a "dry town".

The way you should hear it the first time. Just sayin'.

All together now in your best  east Texas twang , outloud, drivin' down the highway of life voice.

"Well it's a dryyy town
Noo beer no liquir
For miles around
I'd give a nickel
For a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town."


LOL

It's helps to be southern and if you're drivin down a dirt road to the river. Windows down and no ac. Tinny radio and good company to sing it with.


No worries. If you don't know it come see me.

I know all about dry towns.

And trucks without good radios.


And dirt roads to the river.

And excellent sunny days when it's all good.


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Can I get an amen?

Yup.


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PS I'm wondering here in the middle of the night how this reads half way across the planet? If you were here? I'd be taking you to the river in the truck. The day is just right. Not to hot and not too cold. The trees are blooming and unless you've got allergies? It's just a wonder to be hold. As if on cue the flowers a blooming. Where just last week the limbs were bare? There's life.

The world is giddy.

The colors?

Yellows, pinks, purples.

The dogwoods are next.

Going towards the river means riding out in the country and then down dirt roads throught the woods. Redbuds, dogwoods are natural.

Iris, narcissis, and jonquils spring up from places where homes used to be.

It's warm.

And there's this joy of finally being in shorts and tshirts.

Even if there's still a bit of cold weather yet, flipflop season has begun.



It's just good.


Happy Spring.

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(more music)



Hey did you know it was Spring? Or why I call Domino? Domino.

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Dear folks who are responsible for posting Van Morrison on YouTube and Mr. Morrison if you've relented and okayed it,


Thank you.

Whenever life is very good or maybe not so good?

There's Van Morrison.


Hugs,


Author Ann











Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Morrison.






"PS Does anyone watch Off Beat Cinema?  http://www.offbeatcinema.com/ ?  Pup told me about it.

It's really lovely.  Ann



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If  you haven't had a chance to see it ?  The moon is at it's closest to Earth than it's been in 18 years. May not be what you expect but hey, it's worth a look.




Today was a day to remember. In 24 hours the cherry tree has gone from spare to blooming.

Ah spring, after this winter we're glad to see you.


Happy Spring



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"Last night I woke up thinking of Irish David.  Every night for a while now I've practiced.  "Hello. It's me." but then in my mind I'd hear the phone click as he'd hang up.

"It's useless." I'd say. Then I'd hear your voice next to me,

"What is?" ... " *

Happy St. Pat's Day.

Hugs,



*from The Long Way Home  by C Anne Ford 3/17/11 all rights reserved by the author

If your life had a theme song?

What would it be?

Ours?



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We're all different but in alot of ways the same.



I want to thank the people who've been reading this blog. Would love to know more about you.


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today's date

"It's cold and rainy outside. The dogs are asleep. I've got things to learn before next weekend. In the hopes that Writing Buddy will some how find this place, I'm going to send her hugs."


Ann

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"And to all a good night."

I'm sorry that I didn't get to post before now.

I'm praying for the folks in Japan.

And I'm here to tell you that my dad in standing.

I saw him on Sunday.

He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the head.

If anyone dared keep me from talking to him?

He told them to knock it off.

:D

It's been a long road in a short amount of time.

I told a woman that sometimes the only thing a person can do is pray to God for help.

I'm going to pray.

Pray for help for the folks in Japan.

Pray for thanks that my dad loves me.

Pray for thanks that WB and Pup are okay and that they like the boat.

Pray for thanks for the blessings amongst all the pain.

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"Have been looking for information on the situation in Japan. The Internet has helped alot. Videos that I could see while the networks were sleeping."

Hugs and prayers to the folks affected by both the earthquake and tsunami.


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"AAWWWWoooooooooooo", said the wolf.



"Sheez Louise" said the guy who shelled out 40 buck to take his date to see this film.


"Franchise" said the producer.


"We  can only hope." said the investers.



"So did you hear the one about the two Scottish actors on tv?"




"That's an awkward pause." said the RSA.


The moral?

If you're gonna watch a movie about werewolves and talk about good lookin' Scots who you can't hardly understand but don't care because well listen to them, sex, and staying on the path at night?

I'm thinking last night's tv's craig ferguson might be better.




And this?



Huzzah, how did I miss this movie?

Wow.
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No not Wow. ILOL I don't know why I watch these movies. I'ts like Cougar "Twilight" Nobody is like the people in these movies.NoNobody.   LOLOLOLOL
And yet we watch.

How's it going world? From what I hear we could all use a hug.





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Now where were we. Ah yeah, werewolves

So about the new movie Red Ridinghood





So the movie is out in theaters and the first real spoiler for the movie ending is out in all it's "Uh huh,seriously?" glory. In a way it's kind of twisted and different (from what I read) but nothing to spend 20 bucks plus gas money over.

Instead? I'm thinking of renting American Werewolf In London for cheap and maybe The Howling for good measure. At least they know they're making fun of the genre. Not this movie. This one will probably be the subject of  archtypes in film. I can just see it now:





This movie is  waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too serious for me. I have enough real life stuff to deal with without adding fictional werewolves to it. LOL.

I'd like to thank the spoiler folk for saving us at least 40 bucks. I'm waiting until it comes out on video with the alternate endings and the director's commentary, and all that other stuff you just know is going to be on the DVD,  Or maybe I'll wait until next week for the last chapter of the companion book. LOL. If you don't know the ending you'll probably be surprised.  So to if you bought the book (LOL Here's a spoiler allert. Go read the Amazon reviews for the companion book. Apparently the ending is a big surprise :D)

That's it for more fun with movies reviewed by folks who've not actually seen the movie but have just read the movie review spoilers.
LOL

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As for my own dad? He's doing great. Get's better everyday. Thanks for the kind thoughts.

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So what have you heard about an earthquake in Japan?



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Just read the news of the tsunami in Japan. Prayers to those who are involved and to those who are worried about missing loved ones.


Prayers also to those who live on the Hawaii Islands and the Pacific coast.

There is a report that the entire coastline of the western US is on allert for problems due to the earthquake that spawned this terrible thing.

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Red Ridinghood the movie

Computer ate it.

Seriously.

Look, tonight is the opening date for the new Red Ridinghood film.

Unless you gave up television or the Internet for Lent, you've also got a pretty good idea of who's in it and what it looks like. I checke the Internet and the buzz has begun. There's spoiler's a plenty and talk of a plot twist at the end.

Now if you are like me and the prospect of spending 20 bucks a person for this movie has you avoiding the Internet movie sites? Breath easy.

This post isn't about a spoiler for this movie.

Naw.

This movie is about what I hope happens.

Big difference.

First hope has been dashed already.

With the coming of the lunarperigee next Friday, it would have made excellent sense to have openned next week. The lunar perigee has got folks underwear in a twist over what supernatural things might happen. How interesting would it be to open a werewolf movie the night the full moon is at its closest to Earth in 18 years. Already there's speculation on what havoc this will cause in the natural world so why not add a mystical element to the event?



Anyway,

After looking at the trailer and the Internet. I'm seeing all kinds of speculation of what the plot twist will be. The movie's already being compaired to M Night and Twilight. There's folks saying that Red Ridinghood is the werewolf or maybe the grandma. They've already said that here sister get's killed and that Ridinghood is betrothed to one fella while she's in love with another. We know this story from childhood so what's left?

I dunno. Will have to see the movie.

What I hope will happen is this.

We find out that the man that her parents want her to marry is actually the werewolf AND that her boyfriend (the one that her parents DON'T want her to marry) helps Red Ridinghood catch the werewolf. That way the story honors the original fairytail and all the folks who LOVE the Twilight movies will be very happy.

Closing credits.

The end.

Well not quite.

The folks who are thinking that the wolf is actually her boyfriend in this moving and that first the towns folks are thinking that it's her odeous betrothed but you find out it's not. Or maybe it is and that causes Red Ridinghood to dump the boyfriend and fall for the rich guy that mom picked out.

Whatever. I just don't think it's RedRidinghood.

Then again maybe the movie will go the allegory route and it's all about PMS.

And "bad boy" boyfriends vs the one your momma picks out.

Guess we'll know tomorrow night.

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"With every fiber of my body and every thought, I am willing this day to be happy."

3:10pm

3/10/11

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"Hope does what will cannot.

But with out will?

How can we hope."

c anne ford

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My nick is Iron.

This is a world wide call.

I am trying to find someone.

My writing friend.

They will know who they are.

Come out from the clouds.

Come and talk to me.


Please.

Note from Author Ann.

There is only one Writing Buddy.

Hugs and peace.

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Got to go take a bath and go visit a bit.

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If UR writing buddy?

email me

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not

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Just stay put for a bit.

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Laughter!  Happy jumping for joy!  Yay!  Hurray!  

Guess what Gentle Readers.

Someone from Australia (or there abouts) has read my blog.

Now here is the thing.

At this point?  Someone from ever continent (except  Antartica) has come to visit this blog.




I am beside myself with happiness.

Hello world! This day I am sending my hugs to the world. If you are reading this? Would you send those hugs to the world too. I am here to tell you that the hug, next to love and curiosity, is the most powerful thing in the world.

It really is.


Now I can't travel the world like Matt did.

But I can send through the Internet all the happiness that is possible this day. We all know how much trouble there is in this world.

But

In this world there is happiness too.

All over there is someone who is waiting.

Someone who needs to know that someone cares that they are alive.

So?

From my kitchen where I'm sitting next to the sleeping dogs, the chirping bird, and the people I care for dearly?

From the happiness I felt from the hug my father gave me?


I give to you a great big virtual hug.

I am dancing.

Alive.

Smiles, smiles, smiles, smiles....

Does anyone know someone in Anartica?

Hugs,

Author Ann

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And I tried

sitting beside myself,

sitting next to a stranger,

sitting beside someone in trouble,

sitting beside someone in happy ever after.

At the end of the day

All I found was a voice inside saying,

" I miss you. I miss you. I miss you."

No way to understand it.

"I miss you. I miss you. I miss you."

No way to deny it.

I told the voice to run.

Runaway from me.


Then the sound of laughter.

Music filled my head.

And love filled my heart.


3-10-11
c anne ford
all rights reserved by the author


I'm sitting here eatting butter, biscuits, and strawberry jam. I'd be drinking a cold glass of milk but we ran out of it this morning.  It's too warm for tea. Water would delute the sweet. So I'm not drinking anything. Just munching.  It's quiet outside. The rain is gone and the sun is trying very hard to shine. It does in turns. Then the clouds muscle in and the sun is gone for a bit. what sun is out has the clover growing. Fitting for this month the yard is covered with emerald green. It reminds me of Irish David for some reason. I can't imagine that it's because of his jovial personality. He was always a bit on the business side. I think it's just because he was Irish and well that's a clover.







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Music for a spring day...

Even if the snow is falling?
There's just something in the air that's whispering , "Spring..."








Hello.

My nick is Iron.

This is a world wide call.

I am trying to find someone.

My writing friend.

They will know who they are.

Come out from the clouds.

Come and talk to me.


Please.




A quiet heart.
Lost.
Like a seed in the frozen ground.
The sun waits alittle longer.
Like a mother expecting.
It warms the air.
The breezes lift.
The heart stirs.
The sun,
Encouraged by this
Stays even longer.
Each day filled with love.
Til one day, the seed bursting with courage
Breaks from its dark room.
Into the light
Its fragile leaves lift
And then turn.
Like the face of a new born turns,
Eyes blurry,
Searching
For it's mother's voice.

A Quiet Heart

3-10-11
c anne ford

all rights reserved by the author

I miss you.

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"I don't understand how to live out loud. I see people on the Internet and their lives all out there. Complete strangers are reading their conversations with other people. I'm not all out there like that. I turn out the lights to take a shower. No on second thought it's not that bad. I just have lived my live kind of well -- invisible."  c anne ford  9:35 pm  9 March, 2011.



"I want to write for people to read. 

I want them to read the words and get caught up in a world of all their own. The mind is the ultimate virtual reality game.  The best virtual theater. I remember reading Steven King and then talking to others about reading his books. All of us, to the person had the same experience of being immersed in his world. That little child fear of what might be under the bed or a hand suddenly flying out of the storm drain and grabbing hold of you. Dragging you down into the sewer with all the leaves and the darkness.... Yep see what I mean.  The main characters get you to feel - something. 

It's the stories that should catch hold of your attention.

I want you to read the stories.

That's what should be out in the world.

Not me.

Me?

I should be walking around in my invisible life.

It's better that way."  9:45 9 March, 2011 caf



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Who are you?


I can read the stats and it's not just my clicking here. Honest.
I'm glad that someone is reading my blog but I've just got to ask?
I'd be really interested in know what your life is like.
How did you get here?
What is the first thing that you see when you open your eyes in the morning?
What made you smile today?
When you were walking along the street what caught your attention?

What's the last thing you do before you fall asleep.

I'm hoping that you might tell me about yourself.

Comments on.

Ann

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PS  Talked to my dad today. He answered the phone and seemed like he was "fit as a fiddle". He's much, much, much, much, much, much better.
That is a very good thing.


Tonight I'll have a lovely dream.

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Now THIS is an awkward pause.


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"That uncomforatble feeling became unbearable. It distorted the room and everyone in it. We became characatures. Big heads and small hearts or big hearts depending. There seemed to be no limit to the bizzare. I think it was the determination to hold on to those biases that we'd each cultivated for so long.

Then something changed.

The notions found there limit and the preconceptions suddenly shattered.

All around us the pieces, like a shattered mirror, reflected what was left of us.

Mathew walked over to me and hugged my neck.

His big big heart somehow undamaged.

"Let's go home. " he whispered."

3-9-11

From?

I don't know yet.  Was just imagining the situation. Was trying to remember a poem I wrote a couple of years ago.

As for who wrote it?

Why it was written by c anne ford

Poet, writer, but mostly Mom

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Going to find poem.

Then post it here.

But first I'm going to the bathroom

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Pretty good interview to watch while I'm gone

 

BRB.

Ann

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March 9th, 2011. Afternoon.

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"What if my words were so spare that they would fall through time unnoticed."

3-9-11, C Anne Ford.

Perhaps I should speak louder.

Or whisper?

I was in a shop the other day. Was asking the person at the counter a question when all of a sudden, from the back of the store, the manager came out with the answer to my question. Deep breath. That was a long sentence but it was a true one.   He answered my question and then he said. "To get your question answered, you must speak loud."  We'll he didn't exactly say it that way for me to quote but the words were durn close and the meaning was exactly that. Then he turned around and went back to work.

Finally got some sleep but still woke up tired.

LOL I think my dad is much better. He got on to me for not coming to visit. LOL

Weather was raining buckets this morning  but has stopped. It's getting colder. I can drive in cold.

Road trip to visit my dad!!!


AuthorAnn

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God if you could be so kind?  I need to hear from Writing Buddy or  maybe IrishDavid or Billy.  I could a hug and a good story to pass the time.  I know. I know.  To talk to Billy I'd have to talk to angels. Irish David said goodbye and went on his way along time ago.

And I've got no idea what Writing Buddy's name is so finding them would be a miracle.

Last night I read something asking if a person had only 5 minutes left in there life what would they do. LOL WB laughed and said that he'd run outside and yell, "I'm mad as hell." LOL

I told him that I'd give he and Pup a hug and tell them that I loved them.  He laughed again and told me that it would take longer than 5 minutes.

Not to worry Gentle Reader. Won't be long untill the sun comes up again and I can sleep.

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