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Dear Santa,
I've been very good in my budgeting class.
This is what I've learned.
Ask for much more than you need and you might get what you need.
So I'm asking for:
A trip around the world for me and two very nice people.
An IPad 2.
A new barn to replace the one I don't have.
A horse. A great big draft horse to go into the new barn.
The materials to build the chicken house.
A cross fence.
A trip to California so that I can see the Santa Monica Pier, the Late Late Show taping, red wood trees, San Francisco, and the Pacific Ocean. For three very nice people. The good news is that the tickets to the Late Late Show with tv's Craig Fergson are FREE. (Fine print: The bad news is that the airline tickets are not. Would accept bus tickets but hotel rooms? Ah no. )
Okay, an epi or foil. Think fencing.
A wi fi thingy to go with the IPad 2. Otherwise the cell phone service here is crap.
A truck to go along with the barn and the horse. (So I can haul hay for the horse. Those draft horses are HUGE so they may eat alot. Need the truck.)
LOL A sense of humor for WB who will take this list way to seriously and start saying things like , "...budget...". WB NEVER has a sense of humor when it comes to money.
A new storage shed because I'm thinking that the pole barn is a stretch. If I do it right a storage shed would work too. BUT it must have a stall for the horse and a place to put the dogs/chickens when it's cold.
LOL, WB if you're reading this take a deep breath. You know how this makes you flustered. WB has no clue how to window shop. "Get in, buy it if it's in the budget, and get out." That is WB's motto.
(for Christmas I'm thinking that we're all getting a shiny red apple from WB. I'm getting him a nice dress shirt from LandsEnd but don't tell him that because he'll say, "No, not in the budget.")
And Santa one more thing. I'd really like "Peace on Earth. Good will to all." and bringing back the folks who are in the armed services healthy would be good too.
Serious note. Every year I ask for Peace on Earth. Every year. You'd think that for just 24 hours we all hear on Earth could be quiet and get along for one day. Just one day. So far, nope but I keep asking anyway.
Bottom line, Santa?
I'd be happy with a new jib sail or maybe a bottom job for the boat.
Even better? I'd love to have the boat here.
And that Peace on Earth thing. That would be good too.
Who loves ya' Santa?
Hugs and kisses from one of the good girls and boys,
Author Ann
Sunday, November 27, 2011
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Saw movie Hugo(3D) then out to eat and to the grocery store. Cried like a baby (at the movie not at the drive through or the grocery).
I thought that the movie would be over the top sappy but there's this moment at the end --- lol, it had me in tears and then it had me.
Something about everyone needing a place to be...
Then there's the scene with Hugo and friend at the library when they're reading about the early history of film. I have that same experience when reading some blogs.
The youtubes are like magic windows into another world. As a matter of fact, if Santa would bring me that IPad 2, it really would be a magic experience where I could just touch the screen and ---
LOL. Real magic would be Santa bringing that IPad2.
Not holding my breath.
Dang this year has just flown by.
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Saw movie Hugo(3D) then out to eat and to the grocery store. Cried like a baby (at the movie not at the drive through or the grocery).
I thought that the movie would be over the top sappy but there's this moment at the end --- lol, it had me in tears and then it had me.
Something about everyone needing a place to be...
Then there's the scene with Hugo and friend at the library when they're reading about the early history of film. I have that same experience when reading some blogs.
The youtubes are like magic windows into another world. As a matter of fact, if Santa would bring me that IPad 2, it really would be a magic experience where I could just touch the screen and ---
LOL. Real magic would be Santa bringing that IPad2.
Not holding my breath.
Dang this year has just flown by.
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
Already done list.
Stuff self with turkey/dressing.
Supper of pumpkin AND pecan pie with glass of skim milk.
Fuss with relatives.
Go to gym and talk about up coming Iron Bowl.
Discuss likely chancces of an Auburn upset or that Alabama will be in play off for National Champion ship.
Figure odds. Go to sales. Buy self Christmas prezzie.
Go out to eat only to find out that there are three televisions with restaurant showing the LSU v. Arkansas game.
Talk to more about the chances of an LSU/Arkansas upset.
No up set.
Go home and talk about rankings. Here lecture on how the only way Alabama will end up in the play offs now is if Georgia beats LSU and how that's not going to happen.
Put up some kind of Christmas decorations.
Discuss more about Iron Bowl and college football championship.
Go with Pup to fun activity.
Come home and watch part of Iron Bowl.
Eat entire bag of potato chips and dip in nervous energy frenzy.
Stop the madness by telling self it's just a game.
Stop watching game and go outside to visit.
Then get in car and go on grocery store errand (actually it's just an excuse to get out of the house.)
Stop to get BBQ and lemonaid at BBQ place. They have the Iron Bowl on the television. Next table over father is wearing Georgia tshirt. Son is wearing Alabama cap. Crazy.
Watch more of the Iron Bowl.
Go home while listening to Iron Bowl on the radio. Commentators are doing a post mortem of the game and the game isn't even over.
I'm pretty sure that Auburn is toast for this year.
Now will hear MORE talk about the National Championship game.
Sound of post game show coming from other part of the house.
I'd say "...hurry Christmas..." but that just means bowl games and more talk about the bowl games and national rankings and how Auburn sucks or doesn't suck without Cam Newton.
Sigh, hurry Christmas.
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
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Factoid
This post,
http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/needed-break.html?showComment=1321693404623#c4269841658222189699
is the most read post on my blog.
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Factoid
This post,
http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/needed-break.html?showComment=1321693404623#c4269841658222189699
is the most read post on my blog.
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Happy birthday to the guy who wrote this song. (Happy day after birthday actually.)
I know that there's all kinds of important stuff in the world to write about but this just seemed like a better idea.
Hugs,
Ann.
PS
Added new MOVES to tai chi already done list. And going to gym. LOL Fun, fun, fun...
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Happy birthday to the guy who wrote this song. (Happy day after birthday actually.)
I know that there's all kinds of important stuff in the world to write about but this just seemed like a better idea.
Hugs,
Ann.
PS
Added new MOVES to tai chi already done list. And going to gym. LOL Fun, fun, fun...
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
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Please note 85 moves out of 108 and another 6 weeks to work on it ain't bad at all.
Although there is that one move were you have to do a leg type lift.
Ack.
Keep calm.
Carry on.
Hugs and twinkly lights!
Ann
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And now about that Harold and Kumar movie. LOL and wow. Do not take your mother.
Oh wait- Pup did take his mother. LOL.
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Please note 85 moves out of 108 and another 6 weeks to work on it ain't bad at all.
Although there is that one move were you have to do a leg type lift.
Ack.
Keep calm.
Carry on.
Hugs and twinkly lights!
Ann
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And now about that Harold and Kumar movie. LOL and wow. Do not take your mother.
Oh wait- Pup did take his mother. LOL.
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Dear Dad,
We're okay. You scared me this past winter. I'm glad that you're okay. I thought that you might die and we'd never be able to make peace with each other or that I'd ever hear you say the words, "I love you." Then you did and you hugged my neck. It started me one a journey to actually live my life again. And I am. From the tai chi to the boat to how I relate to Pup and WB. It freed me. Sailing isn't the impossible. Pup will be okay. And I made myself laugh. Now when folks are cranky or life tries to dump it's unhappy in my lap? I say no thanks.
I'm sorry that we aren't around each other more but I doubt that it would be as I'd hoped. But I can send you post cards from my "travels" and hope that you both have the family that you need.
Dad, I always think of you when I see this video. When I'm able to hear the stories of your life, when I think of everything you've done, when I remember telling the rehab lady about your exploits hoping that she would see past the things you couldn't do and see the things you still would be able to do, I was in away willing you to stay a bit longer. If she could see and know the things that I knew about you, she'd do what she had to to bring you back past the despair or what you couldn't. To look at you know I know that you still have worlds to find.
I was willing for you to see it too. It was the first time that you didn't fight. I didn't want for you to give up.
"Sky diving... I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu..."
I got a second chance too. It's as if there's a big world for me to see.
Such a gift.
Worth more than gold.
Thank you.
Hugs,
Me.
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Dear Dad,
We're okay. You scared me this past winter. I'm glad that you're okay. I thought that you might die and we'd never be able to make peace with each other or that I'd ever hear you say the words, "I love you." Then you did and you hugged my neck. It started me one a journey to actually live my life again. And I am. From the tai chi to the boat to how I relate to Pup and WB. It freed me. Sailing isn't the impossible. Pup will be okay. And I made myself laugh. Now when folks are cranky or life tries to dump it's unhappy in my lap? I say no thanks.
I'm sorry that we aren't around each other more but I doubt that it would be as I'd hoped. But I can send you post cards from my "travels" and hope that you both have the family that you need.
Dad, I always think of you when I see this video. When I'm able to hear the stories of your life, when I think of everything you've done, when I remember telling the rehab lady about your exploits hoping that she would see past the things you couldn't do and see the things you still would be able to do, I was in away willing you to stay a bit longer. If she could see and know the things that I knew about you, she'd do what she had to to bring you back past the despair or what you couldn't. To look at you know I know that you still have worlds to find.
I was willing for you to see it too. It was the first time that you didn't fight. I didn't want for you to give up.
"Sky diving... I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu..."
I got a second chance too. It's as if there's a big world for me to see.
Such a gift.
Worth more than gold.
Thank you.
Hugs,
Me.
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Whenever I want to feel pitiful and self absorbed sad, I think of this week long ago when the day was sunny and all the world seem to lay before me. After a long slug through bad medical care I thought that there was hope for one brief moment. Then? It seemed as if winter came and never left.
Then one day...
Some hard things take a while to leave us. Maybe they never do. Not really.
In the following blog posts I write about Zen moments and plans for the future. If you know me you know that this is a long time coming. This will be the first time in many many years where I can finally make my own self laugh out loud. While it still hurts to look at the past, I can see a future too.
Someone asked us how we'd stayed together for so long. I wonder that myself but then I asked WB how it was possible. Then he told me.
We've seen some tough times. Maybe we're together still because neither of us, no matter how hard we tried would let go.
For my sweet baby. I love you even though we never got to say hello.
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Whenever I want to feel pitiful and self absorbed sad, I think of this week long ago when the day was sunny and all the world seem to lay before me. After a long slug through bad medical care I thought that there was hope for one brief moment. Then? It seemed as if winter came and never left.
Then one day...
Some hard things take a while to leave us. Maybe they never do. Not really.
In the following blog posts I write about Zen moments and plans for the future. If you know me you know that this is a long time coming. This will be the first time in many many years where I can finally make my own self laugh out loud. While it still hurts to look at the past, I can see a future too.
Someone asked us how we'd stayed together for so long. I wonder that myself but then I asked WB how it was possible. Then he told me.
We've seen some tough times. Maybe we're together still because neither of us, no matter how hard we tried would let go.
For my sweet baby. I love you even though we never got to say hello.
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Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
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Happy Veteran's Day.
And now?
Postcards from Happy.
Dear Gentle Readers,
Well first off? I've stopped reading my horoscope. I only read it to point out how wrong the predictions are but didn't have time to read it for at all last week. When I went back and read it, it seemed like such a colossal waste of my time that I just stopped. It's not even close to what happened. Not even close. I figure that will add 10 minutes to my day, an hour and 10 minutes to my week, four hours and 40 minutes to my month, and 48 hours, 480 minutes to my year. That's a total off 55 hours to my year or 2 days and 7 hours of my life per year.
Add to the "already done list" Saved time, added days to my life, and stopped reading horoscope.
As of this week I have hit the tiger right and left. Except for one move, the next 10 moves or so in tai chi class are actually repeats. Hurray for repeats and hurray for a great substitute teacher. Don't get me wrong; I love my regular teachers. It's just nice to have a change up and this sub is great.
Add to my "already done" list. Appx 46 moves out of 108 in Taoist tai chi. Maybe more since some of the remaining moves are repeats. Yay.
If you remember last summer I tried an experiment with how I handle my life. Instead of endless "to do" lists I started writing "already done" lists. I'd wake up each morning and I'd say, "What can I do today that will make today feel like a success?" I wouldn't even write things down. Instead I'd just start doing what I thought I would like to do and then write down what I'd done on my "already done" list. The experience was wildly successful. The resulting "already done" list included things I'd hoped to do for years but hadn't and things that I'd never dreamed that I could do. I began doing things that I'd always wanted to do but didn't because I thought that there were other things I needed to do first. Hurdles. I was most amazed at WB and Pups reactions. I thought that they'd be all kinds of unhappy with this new way of doing things but I soon found out that they were fine with it. Apparently it's a very masculine trait to say this is what I'm going to do and then go do it. It's what climbs mountains and builds sky scrapers. I'm two months into tai chi class and going to the gym to - wait for it - lift weights because of this new way of doing things. I'm still a slacker in that I know how to sit out in the Zen garden in a hammock and enjoy the quiet or goof off (we did go see the Harold and Kumar movie. More later.) I'm just doing my own thing. I'm not asking for a consensus. Nope. Instead I'm saying, "This is my my life. Have a nice day." The people who love me are fine with it and the rest? Meh to them.
Add to my already done list? I'm calling it, "A Year of Being Physical"
Already going to tai chi.
Already going to the gym.
You see I have a plan for my life.
So far?
It's working.
Step one.
Learn 108 movements of Taoist Tai Chi. This is to improve flexibility and balance. I also tried to include graceful movement. Yeah, yeah, I know but I can try to be graceful. The idea is to use the tai chi as a warm up and coool down before a physical activity. No I don't care that right now I still look a bit goofy.
Why?
Because I've been doing the moves that I know and guess what? I am actually using them to warm up and cool down at the gym. It's working for what I've intended it to work for.
Yayayayayayy!
So far no one is laughing or pointing.
Actually they're very supportive.
None of the, "Psst maybe you shouldn't be trying this." Instead? "It's good idea and here's other things you can do as well." Have there been folks who say, "Maybe you should wait?" Yep but I'm thinking that even if it's good intentioned? It's not the best advice for me.
Add to "already done" list?
Go to the gym.
Actually do cardio and lift weights.
Yes, me, the veteran slacker.
Everyday.
LOL I know, hard to believe.
I'm saying thank you to the people who I've talked to about this. My favorite bit of advice came from a very nice complete stranger who told me, "When you do go the gym? You see the folks who are buff? They didn't come that way. We all have to start somewhere." I could hug that guy's neck. When I see the people who are in great shape, I tell myself to keep up the good work.
"But" you say, "What about the fencing?"
"Well, " I say, "I tried on a fencing jacket tonight and between the gear that I can borrow from Pup and the gear that I can use from the fencing club, I should be starting beginning classes soon. I'm going to make the best of the time freed up when they stopped the tai chi tutor sessions to rearrange my schedule and viola', it would seem that it's an even better fit than the all tai chi.
Add to "already done" list
Better schedule of physical activity than before.
Equipment and set up to take fencing.
Like the song says ---
Now then before anyone starts to think, "Ah geeze, another slacker lost to clean living? Naw. I'm still slacker. It's just after years of being other folks "emotional dumpster" I've come upon a new way to look at things.
I just tell them, "Everyone's got a priority and this is mine. Have a great day."
And?
In the words of Hannah Murphy?
"Having fun is THE best revenge."
LOL I'm so happy that cranky has a girl friend, pups growing up, and WB? He actually went with me to the gym.
Double LOL? I was even invited to church and met a pretty famous person who seemed nice.
It's all good.
Love, hugs, and kisses,
The Zen Happiness Experiment thing? It worked.
LOL After many many years? I got my own self to laugh.
Now that is something.
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Happy Veteran's Day.
And now?
Postcards from Happy.
Dear Gentle Readers,
Well first off? I've stopped reading my horoscope. I only read it to point out how wrong the predictions are but didn't have time to read it for at all last week. When I went back and read it, it seemed like such a colossal waste of my time that I just stopped. It's not even close to what happened. Not even close. I figure that will add 10 minutes to my day, an hour and 10 minutes to my week, four hours and 40 minutes to my month, and 48 hours, 480 minutes to my year. That's a total off 55 hours to my year or 2 days and 7 hours of my life per year.
Add to the "already done list" Saved time, added days to my life, and stopped reading horoscope.
As of this week I have hit the tiger right and left. Except for one move, the next 10 moves or so in tai chi class are actually repeats. Hurray for repeats and hurray for a great substitute teacher. Don't get me wrong; I love my regular teachers. It's just nice to have a change up and this sub is great.
Add to my "already done" list. Appx 46 moves out of 108 in Taoist tai chi. Maybe more since some of the remaining moves are repeats. Yay.
If you remember last summer I tried an experiment with how I handle my life. Instead of endless "to do" lists I started writing "already done" lists. I'd wake up each morning and I'd say, "What can I do today that will make today feel like a success?" I wouldn't even write things down. Instead I'd just start doing what I thought I would like to do and then write down what I'd done on my "already done" list. The experience was wildly successful. The resulting "already done" list included things I'd hoped to do for years but hadn't and things that I'd never dreamed that I could do. I began doing things that I'd always wanted to do but didn't because I thought that there were other things I needed to do first. Hurdles. I was most amazed at WB and Pups reactions. I thought that they'd be all kinds of unhappy with this new way of doing things but I soon found out that they were fine with it. Apparently it's a very masculine trait to say this is what I'm going to do and then go do it. It's what climbs mountains and builds sky scrapers. I'm two months into tai chi class and going to the gym to - wait for it - lift weights because of this new way of doing things. I'm still a slacker in that I know how to sit out in the Zen garden in a hammock and enjoy the quiet or goof off (we did go see the Harold and Kumar movie. More later.) I'm just doing my own thing. I'm not asking for a consensus. Nope. Instead I'm saying, "This is my my life. Have a nice day." The people who love me are fine with it and the rest? Meh to them.
Add to my already done list? I'm calling it, "A Year of Being Physical"
Already going to tai chi.
Already going to the gym.
You see I have a plan for my life.
So far?
It's working.
Step one.
Learn 108 movements of Taoist Tai Chi. This is to improve flexibility and balance. I also tried to include graceful movement. Yeah, yeah, I know but I can try to be graceful. The idea is to use the tai chi as a warm up and coool down before a physical activity. No I don't care that right now I still look a bit goofy.
Why?
Because I've been doing the moves that I know and guess what? I am actually using them to warm up and cool down at the gym. It's working for what I've intended it to work for.
Yayayayayayy!
So far no one is laughing or pointing.
Actually they're very supportive.
None of the, "Psst maybe you shouldn't be trying this." Instead? "It's good idea and here's other things you can do as well." Have there been folks who say, "Maybe you should wait?" Yep but I'm thinking that even if it's good intentioned? It's not the best advice for me.
Add to "already done" list?
Go to the gym.
Actually do cardio and lift weights.
Yes, me, the veteran slacker.
Everyday.
LOL I know, hard to believe.
I'm saying thank you to the people who I've talked to about this. My favorite bit of advice came from a very nice complete stranger who told me, "When you do go the gym? You see the folks who are buff? They didn't come that way. We all have to start somewhere." I could hug that guy's neck. When I see the people who are in great shape, I tell myself to keep up the good work.
"But" you say, "What about the fencing?"
"Well, " I say, "I tried on a fencing jacket tonight and between the gear that I can borrow from Pup and the gear that I can use from the fencing club, I should be starting beginning classes soon. I'm going to make the best of the time freed up when they stopped the tai chi tutor sessions to rearrange my schedule and viola', it would seem that it's an even better fit than the all tai chi.
Add to "already done" list
Better schedule of physical activity than before.
Equipment and set up to take fencing.
Like the song says ---
Now then before anyone starts to think, "Ah geeze, another slacker lost to clean living? Naw. I'm still slacker. It's just after years of being other folks "emotional dumpster" I've come upon a new way to look at things.
I just tell them, "Everyone's got a priority and this is mine. Have a great day."
And?
In the words of Hannah Murphy?
"Having fun is THE best revenge."
LOL I'm so happy that cranky has a girl friend, pups growing up, and WB? He actually went with me to the gym.
Double LOL? I was even invited to church and met a pretty famous person who seemed nice.
It's all good.
Love, hugs, and kisses,
The Zen Happiness Experiment thing? It worked.
LOL After many many years? I got my own self to laugh.
Now that is something.
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Friday, November 4, 2011
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If you're from the future? Say before April 27,2012?
Keep reading till you find the link back..
We gotta get you a... LOL. After years and years of not being in a good place to commit to anything other than Pup it would seem that it might actually be my turn to be --- in love?
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
Well that would be funny.
Good but funny and all kinds of ironic.
Oh yeah... Dear Mom and Dad,
Sorry I'll miss all the excitement for the holidays. Sorry I'll miss all the "fun" but well --
Substitute boyfriend for girl friend and...
lol -- There's folks who've invested alot of time trying to convince me and the world that I'm one colosal fcuk up. A slacker.
But -- well -- I think I'll be okay ...
LOL
In other news. Pup and I are thinking about making the new Harold and Kumar 3D movie a Christmas tradition. I'll have to see it first.
Hugs.
Now back to the future with ya'
http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post_9069.html Click me
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,,,
If you're from the future? Say before April 27,2012?
Keep reading till you find the link back..
We gotta get you a... LOL. After years and years of not being in a good place to commit to anything other than Pup it would seem that it might actually be my turn to be --- in love?
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
Well that would be funny.
Good but funny and all kinds of ironic.
Oh yeah... Dear Mom and Dad,
Sorry I'll miss all the excitement for the holidays. Sorry I'll miss all the "fun" but well --
Substitute boyfriend for girl friend and...
lol -- There's folks who've invested alot of time trying to convince me and the world that I'm one colosal fcuk up. A slacker.
But -- well -- I think I'll be okay ...
LOL
In other news. Pup and I are thinking about making the new Harold and Kumar 3D movie a Christmas tradition. I'll have to see it first.
Hugs.
Now back to the future with ya'
http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post_9069.html Click me
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,,,
Dear Gentle Reader,
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Hmm. Random.
Have been having fun and not so much fun while gone. Got Sunday's obligation over and done. The good news was that WB went with me to keep me company. The better news is the day is over and we made it through in good shape. The bad news? LOL Not really any because it's over and I no longer have the "big O" (obiligation) to annoy. Yay!
For the funs stuff?
Well we got through some of the kicks in tai chi and I must say they weren't near as bad as I thought they would be. This isn't braggin it's just sheer relief that I could stand on one foot with hands in the air and then turn and kick. It's fun and MUCH better than what I had to do Sunday which frankly felt like a waste of time.
Next up in tai chi? According to the list it's something to do with a tiger. Looks like fun.
Halloween came and went with a lovely surprise. Growls and strange noises in our woods but all the pups and chickens were stil here the next morning. Whatever was walking in our woods believed us when we said aloud that the police were on speed dial.
And for the record? They still are.
The weather is turning cold but the wind on the lake is up. Good if you like to sail.
While there are some parts of life that are still a bit cranky? I'm happy to report that one of the cranky people now officially has a girl friend. This is a relief as he's now preoccupied with her and I no longer have any obligations. Can visit the lake in peace and finally enjoy it.
That's probably the best news.
Have boat work and yard work and other stuff to do. Hot weather is behind us for a while and I have plans for work here. Have met some nice folks and looking forward to seeing what will happen. Enjoying the tai chi very much. Only 65 of the 108 moves to go. Will be taking fencing classes soon. I love being a beginner in this stuff. No worries. And the holidays will soon be here.
Took awhile to get here but you know what?
Life is good.
AuthorAnn
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Hmm. Random.
Have been having fun and not so much fun while gone. Got Sunday's obligation over and done. The good news was that WB went with me to keep me company. The better news is the day is over and we made it through in good shape. The bad news? LOL Not really any because it's over and I no longer have the "big O" (obiligation) to annoy. Yay!
For the funs stuff?
Well we got through some of the kicks in tai chi and I must say they weren't near as bad as I thought they would be. This isn't braggin it's just sheer relief that I could stand on one foot with hands in the air and then turn and kick. It's fun and MUCH better than what I had to do Sunday which frankly felt like a waste of time.
Next up in tai chi? According to the list it's something to do with a tiger. Looks like fun.
Halloween came and went with a lovely surprise. Growls and strange noises in our woods but all the pups and chickens were stil here the next morning. Whatever was walking in our woods believed us when we said aloud that the police were on speed dial.
And for the record? They still are.
The weather is turning cold but the wind on the lake is up. Good if you like to sail.
While there are some parts of life that are still a bit cranky? I'm happy to report that one of the cranky people now officially has a girl friend. This is a relief as he's now preoccupied with her and I no longer have any obligations. Can visit the lake in peace and finally enjoy it.
That's probably the best news.
Have boat work and yard work and other stuff to do. Hot weather is behind us for a while and I have plans for work here. Have met some nice folks and looking forward to seeing what will happen. Enjoying the tai chi very much. Only 65 of the 108 moves to go. Will be taking fencing classes soon. I love being a beginner in this stuff. No worries. And the holidays will soon be here.
Took awhile to get here but you know what?
Life is good.
AuthorAnn
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Thursday, October 27, 2011
108 taoist tai chi movements
1 Opening of Tai Chi
2 Left Grasp Bird's Tail
3 Grasp Bird's Tail
4 Single Whip
5 Step Up and Raise Hands
6 White Stork Spreads Wings
7 Brush Knee (left)
8 Strum the Pei Pa
9 Brush Knee and Twist Step (left)
10 Brush Knee and Twist Step (right)
11 Brush Knee (left)
12 Strum the Pei Pa
13 Brush Knee and Twist Step (left)
14 Chop with Fist
15 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
16 Appear to Close Entrance
17 Cross Hands
18 Carry Tiger to Mountain
19 Diagonal single Whip
20 Fist Under Elbow
21 Go Back to Ward Off Monkey (right)
22 Go Back to Ward Off Monkey (left)
23 Go Back to Ward Off Monkey (right)
24 Slanting Flying
25 Step Up and Raise Hands
26 White Stork Spreads Wings
27 Brush Knee (left)
28 Needle at Sea Bottom
29 Fan Penetrates through the Back
30 Turn and Chop with Fist
31 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
32 Step Up to Grasp Bird's Tail
33 Single Whip
34 Wave Hands Like Clouds (five times)
35 Single Whip
36 Reach Up to Pat Horse
37 Separate Foot to Right
38 Separate Foot to Left
39 Turn and Kick
40 Brush Knee and Twist Step (left)
41 Brush Knee and Twist Step (right)
42 Step Up and Punch
43 Turn and Chop with Fist
44 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
45 Right Foot Kick
46 Hit Tiger at Left
47 Hit Tiger at Right
48 Right Foot Kick
49 Strike Ears with Fists
50 Left Foot Kick
51 Turn and Kick
52 Chop with Fist
53 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
54 Appear to Close Entrance
55 Cross Hands
56 Carry Tiger to Mountain
57 Whip Out Horizontally
58 Parting Wild Horse's Mane (right)
59 Parting Wild Horse's Mane (left)
60 Parting Wild Horse's Mane (right)
61 Parting Wild Horse's Mane (left)
62 Parting Wild Horse's Mane (right)
63 Left Grasp Bird's Tail
64 Step Up to Grasp Bird's Tail
65 Single Whip
66 Fair Lady Works Shuttles (left)
67 Fair Lady Works Shuttles (right)
68 Fair Lady Works Shuttles (left)
69 Fair Lady Works Shuttles (right)
70 Left Grasp Bird's Tail
71 Step Up to Grasp Bird's Tail
72 Single Whip
73 Wave Hands Like Clouds
74 Single Whip
75 Creeping Low Like a Snake
76 Golden Cock Stands on One Leg (left)
77 Golden Cock Stands on One Leg (right)
78 Go Back to Ward Off Monkey (right)
79 Go Back to Ward Off Monkey (left)
80 Slanting Flying
81 Step Up and Raise Hands
82 White Stork Spreads Wings
83 Brush Knee (left)
84 Needle at Sea Bottom
85 Fan Penetrates through the Back
86 White Snake Turns and Puts Out Tongue
87 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
88 Step Up to Grasp Bird's Tail
89 Single Whip
90 Wave Hands Like Clouds
91 Single Whip
92 Reach Up to Pat Horse
93 Cross Hands to Penetrate
94 Turn and Kick
95 Chop with Fist
96 Brush Knee and Punch
97 Step Up to Grasp Bird's Tail
98 Whip to One Side
99 Creeping Low Like a Snake
100 Step Up to Seven Stars
101 Retreat to Ride Tiger
102 Turn Around to Sweep Lotus
103 Draw Bow to Shoot Tiger
104 Chop with Fist
105 Step Up, Deflect, Parry, Punch
106 Appear to Close Entrance
107 Cross Hands
108 Closing of Tai Chi
The Ca Co Co Nut Club 1 AM
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Just you, me, and a little club in the middle of cyber land...
(aka my tai chi class)
Number 5?
An no not LouBega ( who is fantastico)
Instead?
Sha- boom - boom - bayabee...
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Just you, me, and a little club in the middle of cyber land...
(aka my tai chi class)
Number 5?
An no not LouBega ( who is fantastico)
Instead?
Sha- boom - boom - bayabee...
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Allert. Alert. Hey you!
Today is National Make a Difference Day. Today? I'm going to make a difference by smiling at everyone and saying, "Hello" to people.
What are you going to do?
If you are here to wonder like I do if God ever had a hang nail? Skip this post and go to the next.
If you are from Ireland and your name is David?
Hang on a sec.
And read this.
Dear David,
I am sorry.
There I said it and it only took 10 years give or take to do so.
You cannot seriously still be mad at me.
I am funny. I am sweet. AND?
I have my own sail boat.
:D
I'm also well on my way to becoming a tai chi "swan". Graceful would be my new middle name.
If you're from Ireland but are not named David?
Welcome anyway.
Regards,
Writer Ann
Now then, what if God was one of us?
.
:D
Today is National Make a Difference Day. Today? I'm going to make a difference by smiling at everyone and saying, "Hello" to people.
What are you going to do?
If you are here to wonder like I do if God ever had a hang nail? Skip this post and go to the next.
If you are from Ireland and your name is David?
Hang on a sec.
And read this.
Dear David,
I am sorry.
There I said it and it only took 10 years give or take to do so.
You cannot seriously still be mad at me.
I am funny. I am sweet. AND?
I have my own sail boat.
:D
I'm also well on my way to becoming a tai chi "swan". Graceful would be my new middle name.
If you're from Ireland but are not named David?
Welcome anyway.
Regards,
Writer Ann
Now then, what if God was one of us?
.
:D
.
"...I wonder, if we're made in Gods image, did God ever have a hang nail or a migraine or maybe labor pains? Did he or she ever pull an all nighter ?
Or cry?
Would you trust God more if he or she did experience the pains of being alive or would you rather God was above the suffering?..."
from
Recoil and Pain
by
C Anne Ford
10-25-11
PS I'm not sure that this is Alanis Morrisette but the song fit.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
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All women are beautiful.
If you want to see them shine?
Give them credit for all the good they do in life.
And a hug. Definitely a hug.
I'm "hear" but only for a little bit.
My stomach is grumbling. Part of me wants to go eat chips and the other part is saying, "Noooo. Be good. Eat the green veggies. Eat the orange carrots. DO NOT EAT THE ICE CREAM THAT'S HIDDEN
THE BACK OF THE FREEZER. STOP. RIGHT NOW. THIS IS YOUR GOOD SELF SPEAKING AND I. AM. NOT. KIDDING..."
I'm thinking of just drinking the chocolate syrup. I hear it's got healthful benefits to go along with all the sugar and fat.
Then again ice cream does have calcium in it. Calcium is good for my bones. Preventing osteoporosis.
That's important.
It's also breast cancer awareness month. Time to "man up" and wear something pink.
That? Really is important.
It's sunny outside.
Think I'll go take a walk.
BBL.
CAnne:D
.
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All women are beautiful.
If you want to see them shine?
Give them credit for all the good they do in life.
And a hug. Definitely a hug.
I'm "hear" but only for a little bit.
My stomach is grumbling. Part of me wants to go eat chips and the other part is saying, "Noooo. Be good. Eat the green veggies. Eat the orange carrots. DO NOT EAT THE ICE CREAM THAT'S HIDDEN
THE BACK OF THE FREEZER. STOP. RIGHT NOW. THIS IS YOUR GOOD SELF SPEAKING AND I. AM. NOT. KIDDING..."
I'm thinking of just drinking the chocolate syrup. I hear it's got healthful benefits to go along with all the sugar and fat.
Then again ice cream does have calcium in it. Calcium is good for my bones. Preventing osteoporosis.
That's important.
It's also breast cancer awareness month. Time to "man up" and wear something pink.
That? Really is important.
It's sunny outside.
Think I'll go take a walk.
BBL.
CAnne:D
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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Dear God, I know that you're busy. What with famine, flood, wars, and other natural and unnatural disasters, you've probably got your handsful. But I was wondering, since you are the God to brought us the Duck Billed Platypus, Dick Chaney, AND Larry King? Could you please help me find other writers and videographers to write this with. I would just be tickled pink to help craft the humor that could result from this epic battle between good and not so good. Come on God, surely the higher up who developed Robot Chicken and Homer Simpson would like to see what can be done with this. I know I would. Hugs, AuthorAnn .
12dots' disclaimer
This is 12 dots and a blot, a writer's journal.
A fiction writer's journal. (And poet)
Like it's predecessor, fact and fiction co exist here.
If you do not know which is the fact and which is the fiction?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.
New part:
I know that this isn't easy to understand but this blog while it contains fiction isn't designed to deceive you or anyone. I do however write fiction in this blog and I don't want it to cause ANY misunderstanding.
I really and truly do not.
Happy reading.
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LOL
Ah no. Can't I just do some kind of 1K fun walk?
http://toughmudder.com/events/georgia-2012/?utm_medium=cpc&gclid=CKHy3-yq46sCFcECQAodoE5ZNw&WT.term=mud+run&utm_campaign=%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&utm_source=google&WT.medium=cpc&WT.campaign=%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&WT.srch=1&WT.content=text&WT.source=google&WT.mc_ev=google&utm_content=&WT.mc_id=google.%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&utm_term=mud+run&cshift_ck=3adfbac0-b594-4339-8dc1-343a9e0652e7cszApqJ9fJ
"Whoa ah oh oh. Changing is hard. ..."
Ahhhahahahaha. LOL.
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LOL
Ah no. Can't I just do some kind of 1K fun walk?
http://toughmudder.com/events/georgia-2012/?utm_medium=cpc&gclid=CKHy3-yq46sCFcECQAodoE5ZNw&WT.term=mud+run&utm_campaign=%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&utm_source=google&WT.medium=cpc&WT.campaign=%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&WT.srch=1&WT.content=text&WT.source=google&WT.mc_ev=google&utm_content=&WT.mc_id=google.%28TSM%29+Display+-+Georgia+Initial&utm_term=mud+run&cshift_ck=3adfbac0-b594-4339-8dc1-343a9e0652e7cszApqJ9fJ
"Whoa ah oh oh. Changing is hard. ..."
Ahhhahahahaha. LOL.
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...
"...I'm a writer.
That's ONE of my jobs..."
Unless you ask WB and he'll say my actual job is to be some kind of voodoo Pin cushion that people can try to prick because their own life isn't exactly good. So they try to kick me instead.
That's his opinion.
When I started my experiement with the Zen moment, I didn't realize just how powerful the experience would be for me. That feeling of doing things for the joy of it. Waking up and saying to myself, "Now what can I do to reach my goals of..." and then doing them (remember all legal and moral) has been life changing.
For so long I've made my way in life thinking, "and is this okay with". I'm not being selfish. I do still consider other folks feelings but now I have this separate kind of self. Which is what FINALLY got me to say, "I'm going to take Tai Chi." Now the Tai Chi folks my philosphically (sp?) think that self should disolve. For me? I'm becoming aware of self.
LOL, wake up.
Anyway it's good for me. I go. I learn. I can't think of any other than tai chi when I do it.
And I'm reconnecting with my body.
There will be alot of "I" and "My" pronouns in the writing to follow. I will promise not to become boring narcissit (again sp).
Also should work on spelling.
Love and kisses,
Ann
PS. The celibacy thing isn't working for me.
And I miss David.
And I miss Newt/Lexi.
And?
I miss going to the theater.
.
It's still rainy outside. Woke up stretching like a cat and diving back under the covers.
Since I've yet to figure out how to exercise and write on the blog? I'm going to have to sign out for a bit.
Back later.
10-12-2011
Anne.
Hugs by the way. The thing I most miss about my old blog was the back and forth through time memory. I also miss chatting with Newt and hearing about Lexi.
And while I do love, love, love my dog? It's not exactly the furry face that I'm looking to wake up with.
LOL And that's when ... I've been coming to the place where I can say good bye to a memory. "Getting on with going forward" sounds like a cliche. Maybe its more "time to make a decision" or "perhaps you should stop procrastinating and just go say hello and find out what's next"?
Ireland is a long way away and he did say that he'd never talk to me again.
Maybe time has softened his heart. I don't want to keep "locked" in this memory box". "Whoa a oh oh. Changing is hard."
.
It's rainy and cool. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed covered in one of those soft polar fleece blankets. Domi is curled up in a ball. After weeks of heat it's as if someone FINALLY fixed the airconditioner and now it's lovely and sleepy and I'm thinking that if I could? I'd crawl back under the covers and read a book. Yesterday I was up at 4am washing clothes, feeding animals, cleaning pens, etc. Today? Well thanks to yesterday's industrious (spelling again) spurt, I've a kind of slack day.
The only thing missing is a good conversation in bed.
The kind that is about anything but bills, what Pups going to do, chores, etc.
The "R" word.
Romance.
LOL.
I'm thinking that the this road trip is necessary.
.
"...I'm a writer.
That's ONE of my jobs..."
Unless you ask WB and he'll say my actual job is to be some kind of voodoo Pin cushion that people can try to prick because their own life isn't exactly good. So they try to kick me instead.
That's his opinion.
When I started my experiement with the Zen moment, I didn't realize just how powerful the experience would be for me. That feeling of doing things for the joy of it. Waking up and saying to myself, "Now what can I do to reach my goals of..." and then doing them (remember all legal and moral) has been life changing.
For so long I've made my way in life thinking, "and is this okay with". I'm not being selfish. I do still consider other folks feelings but now I have this separate kind of self. Which is what FINALLY got me to say, "I'm going to take Tai Chi." Now the Tai Chi folks my philosphically (sp?) think that self should disolve. For me? I'm becoming aware of self.
LOL, wake up.
Anyway it's good for me. I go. I learn. I can't think of any other than tai chi when I do it.
And I'm reconnecting with my body.
There will be alot of "I" and "My" pronouns in the writing to follow. I will promise not to become boring narcissit (again sp).
Also should work on spelling.
Love and kisses,
Ann
PS. The celibacy thing isn't working for me.
And I miss David.
And I miss Newt/Lexi.
And?
I miss going to the theater.
.
It's still rainy outside. Woke up stretching like a cat and diving back under the covers.
Since I've yet to figure out how to exercise and write on the blog? I'm going to have to sign out for a bit.
Back later.
10-12-2011
Anne.
Hugs by the way. The thing I most miss about my old blog was the back and forth through time memory. I also miss chatting with Newt and hearing about Lexi.
And while I do love, love, love my dog? It's not exactly the furry face that I'm looking to wake up with.
LOL And that's when ... I've been coming to the place where I can say good bye to a memory. "Getting on with going forward" sounds like a cliche. Maybe its more "time to make a decision" or "perhaps you should stop procrastinating and just go say hello and find out what's next"?
Ireland is a long way away and he did say that he'd never talk to me again.
Maybe time has softened his heart. I don't want to keep "locked" in this memory box". "Whoa a oh oh. Changing is hard."
.
It's rainy and cool. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed covered in one of those soft polar fleece blankets. Domi is curled up in a ball. After weeks of heat it's as if someone FINALLY fixed the airconditioner and now it's lovely and sleepy and I'm thinking that if I could? I'd crawl back under the covers and read a book. Yesterday I was up at 4am washing clothes, feeding animals, cleaning pens, etc. Today? Well thanks to yesterday's industrious (spelling again) spurt, I've a kind of slack day.
The only thing missing is a good conversation in bed.
The kind that is about anything but bills, what Pups going to do, chores, etc.
The "R" word.
Romance.
LOL.
I'm thinking that the this road trip is necessary.
.
.
Dear Gentle Reader,
I was watching clips of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson on the Youtube when I came upon a Karen Gillan interview which led me to a youtube with Matt Smith and Karen Gillan at Comic Con which led to a teaparty in the Tardis interview which led to a vid of how to make a Tardis bird feeder (starring Matt Smith) which led to the video above.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to make a vat large enough to hold the required amount of flour batter so that I can run across it.
So what's up?
I'm also still working on the tai chi.
And I'm thinking of going on a road trip.
With my dog.
Hugs,
Ann
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Monday, October 3, 2011
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Another day. Another Monday.
LOL. Well at least the car works.
.
Dear Gentle Readers,
Yesterday (on Groucho Marx's birthday, I think.) I gave the immediate family the heads up for the rest of the year. I'm not wasting any time with trying to convince anyone of anything. Instead will be going my own way. They're welcome to come along but if they'd rather not?
No worries.
For the already done list.
Sign up for tai chi.
I did and it's pretty good. Hard work but good.
Alot to do.
BB in a bit.
Hugs,
AuthorAnn
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Another day. Another Monday.
LOL. Well at least the car works.
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Dear Gentle Readers,
Yesterday (on Groucho Marx's birthday, I think.) I gave the immediate family the heads up for the rest of the year. I'm not wasting any time with trying to convince anyone of anything. Instead will be going my own way. They're welcome to come along but if they'd rather not?
No worries.
For the already done list.
Sign up for tai chi.
I did and it's pretty good. Hard work but good.
Alot to do.
BB in a bit.
Hugs,
AuthorAnn
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
new experiment update...
(or a continuation of the already done list)
Tai chi looks easy but it is not.
Already I've found out that I walk like a duck with toes pointed out.
This has me practicing the fine art of walking. I've been walking for a very long time so I'd have thought that someone would have pointed out the fact that I walk like a duck, but no one has. Until now.
(They were very nice about it. And well now I know.)
Two.
Tai chi is really beautiful to watch. You get caught up in the grace and balance. You can get lost in in.
Unfortunately.
This is how you can get run over or lost in the middle of tai chi class.
It's okay. I hear everyone's done it.
C.
(Homage to CF of the Late Late Show)
I don't get to watch CF or the Late Late Show because tai chi is keeping me very busy.
Someone pointed out that my going to as many tai chi classes may be exposing an addictive personality.
It's not.
It is pointing out that I'm cheap and you only get charged one price for month and can go to as many classes as is possible. It's also pointing out that I don't like looking stupid and uncoordinated any longer than I have to. The more classes I go to the better I'll get. Beginnning tai chi, like puberty, is just one of those periods that you have to go through inorder to become a graceful tai chi swan.
4.
I've told my instructor that the last move that we learned will probably have me falling on my rear end in class.
She nodded wisely, smiles, and I think thought to herself, "Oh goody."
Everyone is nice and graceful. I aspire to be the same.
So it's practice practice, practice if I want to be one of the beautiful tai chi people.
Hugs,
Ann.
.
Now I know why people ask for personal trainers.
LOL
Still practice, practice, practice with tai chi but hey, I got a nifty tshirt.
For how to do the Pilates plank.
http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/dont-be-fooled-by-these-5-exercises-2538162/
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
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"...'The thing about sailing," she said, "is that, try as you might, you can't always directly go in the direction that you want to go. Sometime the straightest path is all angles...."
first sentence from My Name is Alice. I'm Hunting For Moby Dick
by C Anne Ford
9-23-2011
.....(psst. I'm writing. )
"..... Jonathan had spent the last 6 years trying to get home. It should have been easy. The "to do" list. Go. Find job. Find apartment. Play deposit. Move furniture (or buy). Get groceries. Home. He did "go". Fall three years ago he and Sam had taken a whole week and flown the Cessna down to that tiny little air strip in the middle of nowhere. The guy that owned the airport lent them a car for a fee and they'd even contacted a real estate agent. It was beautiful. Not freezing and no snow like here in Vancouver. The leaves were beginning to change and there was that crackle of heat and sun right before the night's chill set in. They'd seen every available house the realtor said she had listed and even one or two that she knew might be coming up because of foreclosure. Sam had vetoed everyone of them. It took three more months before Jonathan found out why.
Sam was from New Orleans. Whenever they'd gone to see the "folks", It was like a tonic for them both. They'd even talked about finding a fixer upper on Esplanade. Something with a tiny front yard, lots of ironwork, a balcony, and a walled garden. They'd finally found the place and were in the process of finding financing when Katrina hit and there plans when poof. After all the excitement and then the let down, winter with snow and ice up your arm pits was too much. As soon as the call for teachers to help rebuild the NOLA schools came , Sam packed a bag and left.
'It should be easy.'
...."
again from Call Me Alice, I'm Looking for Moby Dick
by C Anne Ford
9-23-11
all rights reserved by author
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Dear Auntie Slacker,
I volunteereed to help with a social event and now I don't want to.
I'm trying to come up with a really good excuse for not showing up?
Got any ideas?
Love Slacker.
(What am I doing while trying to come up with a very good idea?.)
Watching cute puppy videos!!!
.
I volunteereed to help with a social event and now I don't want to.
I'm trying to come up with a really good excuse for not showing up?
Got any ideas?
Love Slacker.
(What am I doing while trying to come up with a very good idea?.)
Watching cute puppy videos!!!
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In an epic battle between good and evil, James Bond, once again saves the world.
(I still like Sean Connory better.)
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In an epic battle between good and evil, James Bond, once again saves the world.
(I still like Sean Connory better.)
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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Sitting here reading my own mind.
And minding by own business.
(insert Smilie Face here)
.
This is serious.
I found this blog http://www.realspaceman.net/ And thought to my self, "Wait a minute. I'm not alone?"
This is terrible. In order to be different, I'm going to have to get a real job, a retirement/health benefit, go online pretending to work when actually I'm just updating tweets, facebook, or my blog, get an on line honey, get married to online honey complete with virtual shower and virtual gifts, get fired for updating tweets, fb, my blog, having virtual sex on company time with my on line honey while simultaneously sending out virtual thank you notes for my virtual wedding gifts, stay home all day and update my tweets, fb, or my blog because I'm at home all day with no job so I'm depressed, get divorced because I'm speeding too much time tweeting my new online sweety and not enough time texting real wife.
I'm way behind the curve.
Good thing I opted for the chia pet.
But not the Obama chia pet. It's the Dick Chaney chia pet. Looks weird but it's oddly comforting when I water the top of it's head.
(Note to parents. Dear Mom and Dad, (I'm going to go ahead and write this now because I KNOW that this is going to come up and it's easier to do it now and just get it over with.) The chia pet line above is an attempt at a one line joke. You'll be happy to note that inorder to be different, I'm going to have to get a job. Yep, I thought you'd be "...pleased as punch..." to over this. Thought I might get a job as a joke writer on The Daily Show. No, I wouldn't expect that you'd know it. I'm sorry if the Dick Chaney joke sounded mean. You do have to write for your audience. No I'm not going to write for Fox News. I could send it in to Prairie Home Companion. NPR. No, they're not Comunists, they're Lutherans from Minnisota. Nice people. They make the green lime jello mold with the mini marshmellows that you like. Yes, those people. You like them because they're nice. Thanks for the suggestion. Since this is about growning plants I could send it to The SquareFoot Gardner. Of course I could put some seeds on it and send it to High Times. They might like the joke. Okay. Take care.)
Do you love to read a short story? Do you write short stories?
You might want to check this out.
http://www.societyofauthors.org/soa-news/society-authors-launch-short-story-tweet-thon-soatale
.
Hugs.
Song today?
Beach Boys * Pet Sounds
(for GoatHerderBoy)
.
.
Sitting here reading my own mind.
And minding by own business.
(insert Smilie Face here)
.
This is serious.
I found this blog http://www.realspaceman.net/ And thought to my self, "Wait a minute. I'm not alone?"
This is terrible. In order to be different, I'm going to have to get a real job, a retirement/health benefit, go online pretending to work when actually I'm just updating tweets, facebook, or my blog, get an on line honey, get married to online honey complete with virtual shower and virtual gifts, get fired for updating tweets, fb, my blog, having virtual sex on company time with my on line honey while simultaneously sending out virtual thank you notes for my virtual wedding gifts, stay home all day and update my tweets, fb, or my blog because I'm at home all day with no job so I'm depressed, get divorced because I'm speeding too much time tweeting my new online sweety and not enough time texting real wife.
I'm way behind the curve.
Good thing I opted for the chia pet.
But not the Obama chia pet. It's the Dick Chaney chia pet. Looks weird but it's oddly comforting when I water the top of it's head.
(Note to parents. Dear Mom and Dad, (I'm going to go ahead and write this now because I KNOW that this is going to come up and it's easier to do it now and just get it over with.) The chia pet line above is an attempt at a one line joke. You'll be happy to note that inorder to be different, I'm going to have to get a job. Yep, I thought you'd be "...pleased as punch..." to over this. Thought I might get a job as a joke writer on The Daily Show. No, I wouldn't expect that you'd know it. I'm sorry if the Dick Chaney joke sounded mean. You do have to write for your audience. No I'm not going to write for Fox News. I could send it in to Prairie Home Companion. NPR. No, they're not Comunists, they're Lutherans from Minnisota. Nice people. They make the green lime jello mold with the mini marshmellows that you like. Yes, those people. You like them because they're nice. Thanks for the suggestion. Since this is about growning plants I could send it to The SquareFoot Gardner. Of course I could put some seeds on it and send it to High Times. They might like the joke. Okay. Take care.)
Do you love to read a short story? Do you write short stories?
You might want to check this out.
http://www.societyofauthors.org/soa-news/society-authors-launch-short-story-tweet-thon-soatale
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Hugs.
Song today?
Beach Boys * Pet Sounds
(for GoatHerderBoy)
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
.
I read something.
Gonna put it here and think on it some more.
Tracey Pakosta, who used to work at Craig Ferguson's production company, leaves Green Mountain West to go to NBC Universal as head of comedy. (According to the Internet this is true.)
NBC owns Showtime. At least I think so.
There's a new woman at Showtime.
Now I'm going to play a game of "What if..."
What if?
Craig Ferguson goes to Showtime and does something very much like Bill Maher only without the politics but with the unleashed "oolala"s and probably seasonal or once a year showing of his stand up as "pay for view"
Does This Need To Be Said?
With dvd or other rights.
What if?
He gets used to the culture of NBC while playing over at Showtime and producing comedies for Ms.Pakosta over at NBC. He's out of the 12:30ET basement over at CBS. The switch doesn't look cold hearted. He's not a Benedict Arnold. Nope. He's America's sexy Scot unleashed over at Showtime who'll love him.
Time ticks and tocks and then?
There's an epic battle between the sweetness and light of Jimmy Fallon and the very sexy, devil-may-care Craig Ferguson.
Who will win Leno's spot and Late Night America's heart?
Do I believe this stuff?
I dunno. There are a few plot holes and maybe even a plot twist or two or three. Depends.
I do know 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"
(CF and DL's contracts are up for renewal in 2012. This start must start early.")
LOL. Nuff guessin' Gotta go.
HUrray for Hollywood !
.
I read something.
Gonna put it here and think on it some more.
Tracey Pakosta, who used to work at Craig Ferguson's production company, leaves Green Mountain West to go to NBC Universal as head of comedy. (According to the Internet this is true.)
NBC owns Showtime. At least I think so.
There's a new woman at Showtime.
Now I'm going to play a game of "What if..."
What if?
Craig Ferguson goes to Showtime and does something very much like Bill Maher only without the politics but with the unleashed "oolala"s and probably seasonal or once a year showing of his stand up as "pay for view"
Does This Need To Be Said?
With dvd or other rights.
What if?
He gets used to the culture of NBC while playing over at Showtime and producing comedies for Ms.Pakosta over at NBC. He's out of the 12:30ET basement over at CBS. The switch doesn't look cold hearted. He's not a Benedict Arnold. Nope. He's America's sexy Scot unleashed over at Showtime who'll love him.
Time ticks and tocks and then?
There's an epic battle between the sweetness and light of Jimmy Fallon and the very sexy, devil-may-care Craig Ferguson.
Who will win Leno's spot and Late Night America's heart?
Do I believe this stuff?
I dunno. There are a few plot holes and maybe even a plot twist or two or three. Depends.
I do know 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"
(CF and DL's contracts are up for renewal in 2012. This start must start early.")
LOL. Nuff guessin' Gotta go.
HUrray for Hollywood !
.
Made a great discovery this afternoon (please note that I said afternoon. My afternoon.)
I found out that there are people who I just don't like.
And some folks who I do like.
That was an important discovery.
Like crossing the Rubicon of personal relationships.
I used to dither. I use to dather about this person or that but now?
Not so much.
And even more important?
I've learned something nifty neat.
I don't have to speak to them if I don't want to.
I just smile sweetly and whisper something like,
"I'm resting my voice."
WB actually answered the phone and told the person who asked, "May I please talk to WB?"
"No you may not."
That's what he told them.
It was brilliant in it's honesty and simple construction.
I've added to this the phrase, " I'm not talking because I'm saving my voice."
That discovery was wonderful.
Can't wait to try it out.
Know the perfect time.
If you know me keep watching.
I won't lose my voice if I don't speak.
Instead?
I'll increase it's power when I do.
LOL
This is good.
.
Wonder what I'll learn this evening?
Man looks intense. Here's an idea. Just listen to the music. LOL.
(I'm sober. Imagine things drunk.)
Or maybe not.
.
:D
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Dear Person Who's On a Macintosh Reading My Blog,
Why?
I just write this blog.
I don't read it.
Well - maybe- sometimes - but not much.
Not like the old blog.
Now there? You could actually find writing that would entertain.
This one is more like upchucking or verbal diarrhea.
Not like the old blog.
There?
Was Haiku.
Was free verse.
Actually short stories that I actually worked on.
There if I got really bored I'd write odes to the "hemmorhoids" in my life.
Here?
Meh.
But if you could actually comment? I could be talked into writing something other than the word, "actually" in a semi literate sentence.
Here's an idea.
A challenge for us both.
I'll write one verse of a real life actual poem for every comment you post.
It's a bargain.
You type in something like "a;lslgue"
And I'll type in
-
uhm -
"...John has eyes.
Not like limped pools.
Not like jade or cinnamon or the blue skies of a June day.
These eyes are small.
The color of
Sad.
And they change colors like a mood ring.
You do know what that is? A Mood Ring? ...."
I know. It's free verse so I'm cheating a bit. I don't think that Iambic pentameter has come from this cerebral cortex in a while. But if I look around and find that a sonnet might be better than a snore?
If there was some reason to fire off a synapse or two?
I can wake up long enough to say or write something.
So?
Who are you behind that Macintosh?
(I'll have to make sure but I don't think that anyone has actually commented on this blog. The did on the other one but not this one.)
.
Dear Person Who's On a Macintosh Reading My Blog,
Why?
I just write this blog.
I don't read it.
Well - maybe- sometimes - but not much.
Not like the old blog.
Now there? You could actually find writing that would entertain.
This one is more like upchucking or verbal diarrhea.
Not like the old blog.
There?
Was Haiku.
Was free verse.
Actually short stories that I actually worked on.
There if I got really bored I'd write odes to the "hemmorhoids" in my life.
Here?
Meh.
But if you could actually comment? I could be talked into writing something other than the word, "actually" in a semi literate sentence.
Here's an idea.
A challenge for us both.
I'll write one verse of a real life actual poem for every comment you post.
It's a bargain.
You type in something like "a;lslgue"
And I'll type in
-
uhm -
"...John has eyes.
Not like limped pools.
Not like jade or cinnamon or the blue skies of a June day.
These eyes are small.
The color of
Sad.
And they change colors like a mood ring.
You do know what that is? A Mood Ring? ...."
I know. It's free verse so I'm cheating a bit. I don't think that Iambic pentameter has come from this cerebral cortex in a while. But if I look around and find that a sonnet might be better than a snore?
If there was some reason to fire off a synapse or two?
I can wake up long enough to say or write something.
So?
Who are you behind that Macintosh?
(I'll have to make sure but I don't think that anyone has actually commented on this blog. The did on the other one but not this one.)
.
.
Okie dokie.
One more time.
This is 12dots and a blot
It's a writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
For instance,
Fact? I'm a big fan of the men and women who risk their lives to make sure ours are safe. That would be policemen, firemen, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Coast Guard, ... you get the idea.
Fiction? Well there's poetry. And I used to write actual short stories.
:D
Anyway if you don't know which is the fact and which is the fiction. Please.
I'm really asking you.
Don't assume.
Ask.
Thanks.
The answer?
"Because I like to listen to it."
.
Today started off pretty good and still is.
.
Okie dokie.
One more time.
This is 12dots and a blot
It's a writer's journal.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
For instance,
Fact? I'm a big fan of the men and women who risk their lives to make sure ours are safe. That would be policemen, firemen, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Coast Guard, ... you get the idea.
Fiction? Well there's poetry. And I used to write actual short stories.
:D
Anyway if you don't know which is the fact and which is the fiction. Please.
I'm really asking you.
Don't assume.
Ask.
Thanks.
The answer?
"Because I like to listen to it."
.
Today started off pretty good and still is.
.
.
One more and then I am going to sleep.
Milli Vanilli :D
,
One more and then I am going to sleep.
Milli Vanilli :D
"...been to the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to get out of the rain..."
Sons and Daughters of Panarchy v.2
Unicorn pandemic and tales of panarchy?
Flame throwing tanks and nekkid peace nicks?
All ending up around the pheonix fire?
Tales of paying forward and random kindness.
While economic disaster howls at the door.
Peace nicks clutch tickets that cost more -
More than rent.
More than a weeks groceries.
More wear and tear and cost of fuel to get there only to find that the only cars allowed are in the art work.
All on a piece of land with the same name as a security contractor in Iraq.
Imagine that.
Sons and Daughters of Panarchy v.2
Unicorn pandemic and tales of panarchy?
Flame throwing tanks and nekkid peace nicks?
All ending up around the pheonix fire?
Tales of paying forward and random kindness.
While economic disaster howls at the door.
Peace nicks clutch tickets that cost more -
More than rent.
More than a weeks groceries.
More wear and tear and cost of fuel to get there only to find that the only cars allowed are in the art work.
All on a piece of land with the same name as a security contractor in Iraq.
Imagine that.
Burning Man.
c anne ford 9-13-11, from Sons and Daughters of Panarchy. A Collection of Stories and Poems the New Millenium
c anne ford 9-13-11, from Sons and Daughters of Panarchy. A Collection of Stories and Poems the New Millenium
,
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I fell asleep. Again. 2soon.
Moonlight. Sunbright. It fills the room.
Sunsilly. Sunny Billy. Fills the gloom.
I run.
I just.
I run.
I bloom.
Knee deep in slumber.
In this room.
c anne ford 9/13/11
.
Si iff ti bed my dear sweet one.
Smile a smile.
No be so glum.
The star horsers swim in the moonlights reflection
A pale recollection of our own dear Sun.
Tommy horses winny.
Impatient for sleep.
Sea stars shimmy.
In the milky way deep.
I love you.
I love you.
One million times penny.
I love you til stars
There's not a one. Any.
Close please your eyes.
Until the morn comes.
Then it's up and a ridin
With morning Sun.
Good night, I love you. Sleep tight. Little one.
c anne ford
from Sleepy Sleep Hey O
9-13-11
Now I'm off to sleep as well.
Hugs.
Ann
.
I fell asleep. Again. 2soon.
Moonlight. Sunbright. It fills the room.
Sunsilly. Sunny Billy. Fills the gloom.
I run.
I just.
I run.
I bloom.
Knee deep in slumber.
In this room.
c anne ford 9/13/11
.
Si iff ti bed my dear sweet one.
Smile a smile.
No be so glum.
The star horsers swim in the moonlights reflection
A pale recollection of our own dear Sun.
Tommy horses winny.
Impatient for sleep.
Sea stars shimmy.
In the milky way deep.
I love you.
I love you.
One million times penny.
I love you til stars
There's not a one. Any.
Close please your eyes.
Until the morn comes.
Then it's up and a ridin
With morning Sun.
Good night, I love you. Sleep tight. Little one.
c anne ford
from Sleepy Sleep Hey O
9-13-11
Now I'm off to sleep as well.
Hugs.
Ann
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Monday, September 12, 2011
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"...The next day the Sun shone bright.
Brighter than the day before
The birds sang and the morning sky was blue.
How could they be so mean.
Didn't the Sun know that the world had stopped.
Birds.
Hold still your voice.
There is a shadow on my feet.
A hole in my heart.
Dark cataracts cover my eyes.
I tear my hair and throw myself to the ground.
Cover my ears to the sounds of life.
How can you sing
when my heart lies in the ground with the ones I love."
c anne ford
9-12-11
The thing that you learn when someone you love dies is that the world keeps on turning.
People will laugh.
The Sun will shine.
The sky will be in turns sunny and gray,
It's life.
And though you might not think so?
You do laugh.
It sneaks up on you.
It comes from somewhere that didn't disappear.
Like good friend it sits with you thought the tears and anger and the frustration.
When you yell , "Why?"
It whispers, "I don't know."
When you can't sleep, it tells you stories.
When you don't eat, it says, "Just a bite, please."
And on that day when you lay there covered in dispare and you say, "I can't."
It gently says,
"Yes, you can."
Then one day you forget a little and the sun shines on your face and somewhere you begin to notice that the world is full of laughter.
Other folks are hurting too..."
.And you get up.
Older.
Wiser.
You can see the pain in the world and you stop looking inward.
And you ask,
"How can I help."
.
Yesterday?
We turned off the television.
It wasn't because we wanted to forget.
It was because.
The thing is.
In our heart?
Love?
Is the only antidote for the sadness of this world.
A little candle.
Sometimes it flickers in the darkness.
But it's still there for someone to see.
Just in case someone needs a hand.
So we turned off the tv.
And we went to get some ice cream.
Trying hard to block out the world of sad memories.
But life happens.
As it will.
Yesterday, I stopped trying to block out the Sun and the rain.
Yesterday, I entered the river and did my best to help.
.
"... How can the world still spin.
How can the birds still sing.
Did God forget me?
No.
He taught me so that when a child cried.
When a father cried.
I could be there to help.
.
Thank you to the fire fighters, the police, the paramedics, and the kind souls who can see beyond their own lives to see and help others.
How lucky we are that you are in this world.
I didn't forget you yesterday.
I won't forget you today.
.
People are living because of what you do.
For all the anger that we see in this world?
Because of your brave kindness?
I know.
"Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world."
Hugs.
.
.I have great admiration for the very brave men and women who show up everyday to help others.
I can't do what you do/
I don't know how.
But I thank the good Lord above that you know how.
You are really and truly amazing.
Thank you.
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Friday, September 9, 2011
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Please be advised this song is not for the weak of heart or anyone under 21
insert the song
Evil Scotsman here
.The one by Rockin Jock
.
:D
(I'd insert the actual Youtube but if my dad were to come here and see it. Whoo boy. Better not)
.Besides. I'm actually a very nice person.
And I don't nor never have had a "third leg".
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Monday, September 5, 2011
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.
Happy birthday Freddy Mercury.
,.
I know that it might seem a blantant plea for relationship advice but actually it's alittle different.
It's a happy birthday wish to Freddy Mercury.
And
It's also a kind wish to some folks who are helping kids find a home and showing them a bit of the world at the same time.
Hugs a kid.
Even better if you can?
Give them a home.
Cause everybody can use a place to be.
Hugs ya'll
Power has been out once already, wind is picking up, and I'm told that it's supposed to get worse between now and Thursday.
Hope your day is NOT bad.
Ann
PS And I guess I wouldn't mind having a place to be too.
.
Happy birthday Freddy Mercury.
,.
I know that it might seem a blantant plea for relationship advice but actually it's alittle different.
It's a happy birthday wish to Freddy Mercury.
And
It's also a kind wish to some folks who are helping kids find a home and showing them a bit of the world at the same time.
Hugs a kid.
Even better if you can?
Give them a home.
Cause everybody can use a place to be.
Hugs ya'll
Power has been out once already, wind is picking up, and I'm told that it's supposed to get worse between now and Thursday.
Hope your day is NOT bad.
Ann
PS And I guess I wouldn't mind having a place to be too.
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Monday, August 29, 2011
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My Brother The Deer Hunting Enviromentalist.
by Author Ann
My brother has been shooting at animals since he was 11 and skinning fish since he was 4.
His house? It looks like a natural history museum for deer parts.
He tells folks that he only shoots for for the table. Even donates deer meet to folks down on their luck.
This hunting for necessity doesn't explain the two huge bear pelts from an organized bear hunt.
His oldest child is the same.
Talks about hunting all the time. Goes all over on hunts with his dad.
Someone even wanted to pay for them to go on a safari to Africa.
Together they father and child bond while looking for signs of horney deer.
And people here say, "What a wonderful thing!"
(They're talking about bonding over hunting and shooting animals.)
Have you ever looked at a life white tail in the eyes?
I have.
Then there's his youngest child.
This child is amazing.
He told his dad that he didn't want to hunt. Wasn't his thing his little kid voice said.
But they pestered until one day
He went with them to deer hunt and he shot a 10 point.
First and only deer hunt he ever went on.
First and only deer he ever shot.
That deer was a beast. Huge.
The oldest couldn't believe the younger's luck.
But the youngest said, " That's enough and maybe even too much for me.."
Afterwards he told them that would be the end of hunting for him. He'd rather ride is dirt bike.
To my knowledge? He's never gone back.
If you talk to my brother, he'll tell you all about how he cares for those deer who's heads are on his wall. He'll tell you that he takes care of the environment and how shooting those deer are important to the "circle of life". He'll tell you about how Bambi is some character in a kids movie.
But if you ask his youngest? He'll tell you that Bambi is a metaphor for all living things and how we should care for them by being kind.
.
Dogs barking. We're told that we have coyote problem. We're also told that we have a mountain lion problem.
I'm told that if that mountain lion attacks my dogs and I shoot it? I can get arrested for harming a protected species.
I'm also told that if I shoot a coyote that's attacking my dogs?, I'm fine to do so because it's considered a danger to my pets..
Me? I'm just hoping that we all survive.
This is one crazy world.
.
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My Brother The Deer Hunting Enviromentalist.
by Author Ann
My brother has been shooting at animals since he was 11 and skinning fish since he was 4.
His house? It looks like a natural history museum for deer parts.
He tells folks that he only shoots for for the table. Even donates deer meet to folks down on their luck.
This hunting for necessity doesn't explain the two huge bear pelts from an organized bear hunt.
His oldest child is the same.
Talks about hunting all the time. Goes all over on hunts with his dad.
Someone even wanted to pay for them to go on a safari to Africa.
Together they father and child bond while looking for signs of horney deer.
And people here say, "What a wonderful thing!"
(They're talking about bonding over hunting and shooting animals.)
Have you ever looked at a life white tail in the eyes?
I have.
Then there's his youngest child.
This child is amazing.
He told his dad that he didn't want to hunt. Wasn't his thing his little kid voice said.
But they pestered until one day
He went with them to deer hunt and he shot a 10 point.
First and only deer hunt he ever went on.
First and only deer he ever shot.
That deer was a beast. Huge.
The oldest couldn't believe the younger's luck.
But the youngest said, " That's enough and maybe even too much for me.."
Afterwards he told them that would be the end of hunting for him. He'd rather ride is dirt bike.
To my knowledge? He's never gone back.
If you talk to my brother, he'll tell you all about how he cares for those deer who's heads are on his wall. He'll tell you that he takes care of the environment and how shooting those deer are important to the "circle of life". He'll tell you about how Bambi is some character in a kids movie.
But if you ask his youngest? He'll tell you that Bambi is a metaphor for all living things and how we should care for them by being kind.
.
Dogs barking. We're told that we have coyote problem. We're also told that we have a mountain lion problem.
I'm told that if that mountain lion attacks my dogs and I shoot it? I can get arrested for harming a protected species.
I'm also told that if I shoot a coyote that's attacking my dogs?, I'm fine to do so because it's considered a danger to my pets..
Me? I'm just hoping that we all survive.
This is one crazy world.
.
.
.
.
"...been to the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to get out of the rain..."
Sons and Daughters of Panarchy
Unicorn pandemic and tales of panarchy?
Flame throwing tanks and nekkid peace nicks?
All ending up around a pheonix fire?
Tales of paying forward and random kindness.
All for tickets that cost more -
More than rent.
More than a weeks groceries.
More wear and tear and cost of fuel to get there only to find that the only cars allowed are in the art work.
All on a piece of land with the same name as a security contractor in Iraq.
c anne ford 8-29-11, from Sons and Daughters of Panarchy. A Collection of Stories and Poems the New Millenium
It's the first night of Burning Man,
No, I'm not there. This was written at home.
I'm actually at home reading about how the Food Bank is planning for the increased need for their services. I read that Burning Man has been a for profit festival that charged from 200 to 300 dollars a ticket to get in. Once in you are asked to "pay it forward" by being helpful to one another. While I'm reading this I'm thinking how with one dollar Food Bank can buy groceries. Imagine what they could do with the price of a ticket and the cost of fuel to get there and how folks are flying in airplanes and then taking the pledge not to use fossil fuels while there. I'm reading that people attending Burning Man are asked to do acts of kindness. Then I read that theres been a 30 percent increase this year in the number of people using Food Bank.
I think about the folks who lost everything in last spring's tornado and how Food Bank helped.
And how politicos and capitalist flew private jets to a conference about solving environmental crisis world wide.
Decided to have my own party in my heart. Cost of a ticket? A hug.
.
Hugs and kisses,
Auntie Slacker ...
.
.
.
"...been to the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to get out of the rain..."
Sons and Daughters of Panarchy
Unicorn pandemic and tales of panarchy?
Flame throwing tanks and nekkid peace nicks?
All ending up around a pheonix fire?
Tales of paying forward and random kindness.
All for tickets that cost more -
More than rent.
More than a weeks groceries.
More wear and tear and cost of fuel to get there only to find that the only cars allowed are in the art work.
All on a piece of land with the same name as a security contractor in Iraq.
c anne ford 8-29-11, from Sons and Daughters of Panarchy. A Collection of Stories and Poems the New Millenium
It's the first night of Burning Man,
No, I'm not there. This was written at home.
I'm actually at home reading about how the Food Bank is planning for the increased need for their services. I read that Burning Man has been a for profit festival that charged from 200 to 300 dollars a ticket to get in. Once in you are asked to "pay it forward" by being helpful to one another. While I'm reading this I'm thinking how with one dollar Food Bank can buy groceries. Imagine what they could do with the price of a ticket and the cost of fuel to get there and how folks are flying in airplanes and then taking the pledge not to use fossil fuels while there. I'm reading that people attending Burning Man are asked to do acts of kindness. Then I read that theres been a 30 percent increase this year in the number of people using Food Bank.
I think about the folks who lost everything in last spring's tornado and how Food Bank helped.
And how politicos and capitalist flew private jets to a conference about solving environmental crisis world wide.
Decided to have my own party in my heart. Cost of a ticket? A hug.
.
Hugs and kisses,
Auntie Slacker ...
.
.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
,
I read the Vogue for the articles.
I really do.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "I don't care what you read and what tha heck does that video have to do with reading Vogue?" Then you delete and perhaps delist me on Twitter.. As you're doing so you may also be thinking that I read Vogue like you might read Playboy."
To you I say?
"Nothing"
The video has absolutely nothing to do with reading Vogue other than I got side tracked AND I couldn't find a good copy of Angel is a Centerfold by J Geils Band. I could, however, find a perfectly excellent video of The Three Stooges' dancing to Whammer Jammer. I thought that it was actually a song about the Crimson Tide (Univ of Alabama)'s foot ball cheer. It was not but the J Girls Band did record both the Angel IS a Centerfold and Wammer Jammer so I posted it.
Hope you don't have power loss.
Any typos are due to I haven't gone to sleep and I'm too tired to bother with it.
Going to sleep now.
Hugs,
Author Ann
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Friday, August 26, 2011
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Sigh.
To note. This isn't a slam against folks who've actually been through a big storm.
To them?
Hugs.
Having been through one (lol several including a catagory 5? I get that it's a scary thing.
And remember.
If you ever are in the path of one of a storm and can't get out?
Don't forget to fill up the bathubs with water.
No, not for drinking.
For flushing.
Just saying.
Carry on and keep calm!
.
.
To note. This isn't a slam against folks who've actually been through a big storm.
To them?
Hugs.
Having been through one (lol several including a catagory 5? I get that it's a scary thing.
And remember.
If you ever are in the path of one of a storm and can't get out?
Don't forget to fill up the bathubs with water.
No, not for drinking.
For flushing.
Just saying.
Carry on and keep calm!
.
.
Woooooooohhheeeeee.
.
Dear Irene,
I know that you have your heart set on "visiting" the Eastern Seaboard but come on wouldn't you rather take that Atlantic cruise you've always talked about?
You got me walking the floor...
Love,
.
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Dear Irene,
I know that you have your heart set on "visiting" the Eastern Seaboard but come on wouldn't you rather take that Atlantic cruise you've always talked about?
You got me walking the floor...
Love,
.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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Guess who's back?
Hint. He's back from France where the nekkid laddies dance.
And?
He's got a robot sidekick named Kristen and another named Geoff Peterson.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l28JEwJb9Po
LOL
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Who says.
. Hey Ya'll.
All together now.
Welcome to 12dots and a blot.
This is a writer's blog.
Fact and fiction co-exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Don't ASSume.
Ask.
For a very long time I was tethered to a place and time. It was a pretty bumpy ride but I did it for love and for my son.
Now, I'm not to keen on being to tethered to much of anything new.
Not saying that I won't ever again but just not right now.
For someone who loves to travel and see new things to be in one place is a great big effort. When they find a place or time to jump into the new or look at the old a new way? Well- if it's legal, moral, and doesn't harm the ones you love or yourself?
Maybe that's a good time to jump a bit.
Dance a little.
eh?
I don't want to grow old with no sailing stories of my own to tell.
So I've lately been looking at folks who say they have a purchase on what I do and say. It's been an interesting experience.
I'm taking a bit of time for me.
Be happy.
Be kind.
Be free.
Hugs,
Author Ann
Note to readers and to Blogspot. If I don't write on this blog for a bit?
This blog is active not abandoned. Might be back today? Might not be back for days?
Who knows?
If something comes up and I feel the need to write about it?
I'll write about it here. :D
Now then, I have things to tend to.
Hugs and love. .
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
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Be. Here. Now
In this moment.
Not in the future time.
Or in the past.
But now.
Right now.
No. I don't care if it sounds willful.
i only care that it sounds.
That it makes the sounds that you will understand the urgency of the message.
Be
here
now.
I can hardly see the words on the page and even the subconscious in my fingertips is trying to shout the words.
I'm tired of "maybe's" and "some days".
NOW.
.
."...I have to do this now.
Now before I get to old.
Now.
Before years of self doubt coil around my heart like some evil primordial snake. It squeezes the last bit of self and breath I have left. I'm here in the dark. In my bed with the sound of someone next to me. Snoring. Why I'm here I don't know. He's nice enough. He doesn't beat me and if I'm sick or hungry or both he'll at least notice if I'm alive. But that life he recognizes, the one where I'm breathing in the biological sense? At this moment it doesn't feel very much like being alive does. If I don't get up out of this bed and do something quick my body might be alive but my spirit ,maybe lost...."
From Life a Work in Progress by c anne ford
all rights reserved by the author.
"... The air here is so hot and muggy that you drink it. Nothing is moving but the cars that go one by one through the gate and out of the cemetery. It was the last funeral she'd go to. She'd promised herself that. There's be no more death that she'd recognize...."
From Life a Work in Progress by c anne ford
"...
In 30 years there are
--- days
--- seconds.
On day 4000, she'd eaten a baloney sandwich and drunk 2 bottles of pop.
By day 4500, she'd drunk another 200 bottles of pop and a bottle or two of tequila.
By day 5000, she'd drunk enough to convince herself that jumping off Chimney Rock was a good life decision.
By day 6000, the folks in rehab told her that maybe- just maybe- she'd have the use of her legs but there'd always be something wrong with her left arm.
By day 6500?
She'd decided enough was enough.
All they found at the bridge was a note and a half empty root beer.
"Sorry for the littering." she'd written, "but it just seemed trivial. I think you'll understand."
...'
Now before I get to old.
Now.
Before years of self doubt coil around my heart like some evil primordial snake. It squeezes the last bit of self and breath I have left. I'm here in the dark. In my bed with the sound of someone next to me. Snoring. Why I'm here I don't know. He's nice enough. He doesn't beat me and if I'm sick or hungry or both he'll at least notice if I'm alive. But that life he recognizes, the one where I'm breathing in the biological sense? At this moment it doesn't feel very much like being alive does. If I don't get up out of this bed and do something quick my body might be alive but my spirit ,maybe lost...."
From Life a Work in Progress by c anne ford
all rights reserved by the author.
"... The air here is so hot and muggy that you drink it. Nothing is moving but the cars that go one by one through the gate and out of the cemetery. It was the last funeral she'd go to. She'd promised herself that. There's be no more death that she'd recognize...."
From Life a Work in Progress by c anne ford
"...
In 30 years there are
--- days
--- seconds.
On day 4000, she'd eaten a baloney sandwich and drunk 2 bottles of pop.
By day 4500, she'd drunk another 200 bottles of pop and a bottle or two of tequila.
By day 5000, she'd drunk enough to convince herself that jumping off Chimney Rock was a good life decision.
By day 6000, the folks in rehab told her that maybe- just maybe- she'd have the use of her legs but there'd always be something wrong with her left arm.
By day 6500?
She'd decided enough was enough.
All they found at the bridge was a note and a half empty root beer.
"Sorry for the littering." she'd written, "but it just seemed trivial. I think you'll understand."
...'
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Wal-Mart encourages managers to buy "local" and local produce.
Think global.
Act local.
Summer produce is still available and Fall apples and pumpkins will soon be here.
Anyone remember the story about old apple orchards that were being bought and relocated?
Buy local.
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This is a good idea. I for one would love to buy milk from the local dairy but can't because they've for the most part been shut down. Alot of that land is now for sale to grow houses.
Buy local?
I'm trying to.
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