Me too - except for the hammock...

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'I want to make love in the worst way. Standing up in a hammock."

@DollyLomma on Twitter.


This is what I'm going to be thinking about when they step the mast. For the record, DollyLomma and I are complete strangers and I'm no stalking pervert. Honest. But the idea of this precarious and hopefully profitable endevour is so much like lowering the mast that it just seems fitting.


By the way DollyLomma, if I during the mast stepping I start laughing til spit comes out of my nose?

You'll know whose fault that is.

LOL

No more procastinating.

Gotta go do something.


GBH


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NB

I have found today that you can make a lovely meal out of bacon bits, ranch dressing, taco chips, and jar spagetti sauce. Just dump all in a bowl and add very hungry stomach. Close your eyes, swallow, and mix well. Acutally chewing not required.

Also found out that I have a chronic need for a boat trailer and a mast raising system.

And cable.

And a working cellphone.





Sigh,





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Imagine

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Sigh. This is one of those, "It's 12 noon and I'm eatting an orange posts. Can't be helped because well the truth, "I'm going outside to hammer stuff, saw stuff, plant stuff, and work on the boat stuff.", seems boring.

Some thinging just are and you have to struggle though it. It would be a good day to get an encouraging email, hear from an old friend, or find money under the couch cushions.


"Hellloooo Gentle Readers."



I'm going to be working on the boat and the garden type things for the next couple of days. The posts will be brief. The weather outside is so much better than it was this summer. Gotta spend it like the ant and not the cricket.


It's lettuce tables today while I have the help.


Hugs,


AuthorAnn


PS "...grow tables..." ARE NOT a euphanism for anything nefarious. Far from it. It's a great way to grow moveable beds for lettuce.



Playlist?





Cya.

Dear tv's Craig Ferguson,

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AAAAAAhhhhchooo.


...hiccup...

I used to think that it was just the male population who were big babies when sick.

Then I got the flu. The really bad kind that had me litterally sitting like a tree stump on the couch. A big sloth of a whinny baby covered in mucous and fuzz from the fuzzy blanket that someone wrapped around me. It got so bad that WB stayed home and fed me soup. I have hazy memories of him reassuring me that I was not going to die and that I'd feel much better in 24 hours. Then he fed me more soup. (At first I thought he did this to be kind but now I'm thinking he did it to get me to stop whining.)

Not just the guys who do it.

Hugs and get better,


Smile away





AuthorAnn

These two

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These two songs have been in my mind lately.



(Please ignore the video and just listen to the song on this first Youtube. It was the only good copy of the song that I could find this AM.)










Is it just me or do these two songs sound almost alike both in melody?



...

We've been working outside again.

The weather is brisk and sunny. Beautiful. The boards have been cut for the grow tables. The lettuce in the trial tables have surpased my expectations. We're now able to eat Red Leaf and Butter Crunch lettuce, Basil, Parsley, Chives, Mint, and Dill. There's arugala and tomato plants on the ready for transplanting. Have a new metal grow table and most importantly? A green house set up.

There's a fella who showed us how to grow squash, cucumbers, peppers, and egg plant in containers so that we can move them. This was good news because we can move the location for the best water and light. We can also control the soil that we plant in.



I'm really looking forward to having fresh produce to eat.


If anyone would like to know how to make a portible growing table for lettuce? Post in comments and I'll be happy to tell you how.


As for the rattlesnake? Well alooooong time ago I had a couple of biology/zoology clasees.

I disected it.


Back soon and hugs,

AuthorAnn


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Back outside again.

AuthorAnn. Snake hunter.

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LOL. I now know how to hunt and skin a rattlesnake.

Wait one second.

If you are an environmentalist fixing to yell at me about about food webs and ecological balance. Please look up and re read that sentence.

Again?

"...I now know how to hunt and skin a rattlesnake."

Pffs.

Thanks to the Discovery Channel, Craig Ferguson, and Shark Week, I also know how to swim with sharks and wrassle an alligator.  Just checking my schedule here -- wait lemmie see-  yeah- The only alligator in my future is a puppet named Wavey and I don't think that I'll be swimming with sharks in the near future.

"Knowing" and "doing"?

It's all about the words.

Now where was I?

Ohhh yeah....

 

Pssst. Want some toe tappin' fun? First, turn the sound for the first video to on while you watch the second video with the sound off.

LOL Crocodile Rocks with Penguins.


Laaaah la la lah la laaaaah....


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Angels Among Us

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Yesterday?

I learned how to kill a rattlesnake.








You may be wondering what that has to to with this song.



All of my life, I've had the blessing of angels watching over me. This isn't to say that life's been all good. There have been some really tragic things that have happened to me and my family. It's just that somehow the kindness of these angels have helped my family and me survive.

Then yesterday they kept us safe.

I don't know how to explain it. I really don't.



It's just that yesterday?

I listened to the angels who've been guarding my son and me our whole life.


I listened to that voice that whispered in my heart, "Take your son with you when you clean the dog pens.

So I did.


I listened to that voice when it whispered, "Don't let the dogs out of their pens."

So I didn't.

I listened to my son when he said, "Mom, is that a rattle?"


It was.


I listened to my pups when even after we'd decided that the snake had gone, they kept barking the alarm.


That snake was still there not four feet from us.


I listened to my neighbor when he said, "Stop. Don't go any closer."


If I'd not listened, it would have been a catastrophe.

The rattlesnake in the wood pile might have been missed until it was too late. The one not 8 feet from my pups. The one that would have surely bit my pups if they'd been let out of the kennels. The one that would have surely bitten my son or myself had we gone one step closer.


I listened when that whispered voice, who has guided me my whole life said,

"Listen."





I read that you should start each day saying what you're thankful for.


This morning? I'm thankful that my neighbor happened to pass by just as we were going to find that snake and I'm thankful that I listened to that whispered "inner voice" who guided us and kept us all safe.


"I believe their are angels among us..."



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Howdy

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I keep having people tell me that they've got money or that someone I've crossed paths with has or in this economy had money and then they look at me kind of funny as if to see what my reaction is.

For the record (and because this is kind of one of those silly games that really wastes all of our time), I'm glad when folks are doin' good. So good for you rich folks. The thing is I'm really kind of busy at the moment and most of the people I'm hearing about probably are too. Good for us both.

I've been outside some and have met a new person or two. The weather is changing and we're finally getting some rain. We need it. The rain was so heavy and the trees were already changing because of the lack of water (we think) that there are now alot of leaves on the ground. Looks like Fall. Green house should be going up. It's early but I think I'll go ahead and begin weathering in the dogs too. I'm not going to miss the heat but I'm going to miss the 5am sunrises. It's alot easier to get up. This cool weather/late sunrises makes a person want to sleep in.




Ah and then there's the mid term elections coming up. All that nervous anticipation and speculation. I don't want to even hear about it. And yeah, I do vote. I'm just tired of hearing about these people.


I sure wish this was the old blog. There's alot happening here. Turns out we were correct in our presumptions. To every thing there is a season. We're prepared but it would just take waaay to much back story to explain why that's important. I am glad that I have the boat. Glad that Pup and WB are here. The dogs are doin' okay and so is most of the other living things here. LOL I swear that after today, I really do feel a bit like we live in the middle of a zoo. At least we've still got all our fingers and toes.


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Hope you are doing well Gentle Reader. I don't have a clue who you are. If you'd post that would be nice.



Ann

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For the record.

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I don't really write on this blog. I really don't. It's not even a journal. It's more of a distraction. A "to do" list of sorts. Sorry that it's not more but life outside is calling.






ahh woooooo

Not to worry. If there's an actual plot point?

I'll let you know.

LOL


hugs.





to do?
Raising Hope and Wilde? Pretty good.

Watching Cold Cold Comfort Farm

My Oh My Good morning.

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The sun is shining.

The birds are singing.

It's neither too hot ot too cold.

Thank the Lord.





Life is good.




Now then.

Happy New Moon

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I dunno. Sounded like a good idea at the time.



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Now stop reading and go outside. Run through the air "nekkid".
Breath in the air of one thousand auto exhausts.



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Letters to Pup

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I'm going to try one more time.



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How do I explain this.


Complicated lives?


Seems simplistic.


Once I wrote about memory like snapshots. When I asked a complete stranger (in a conversation) what her earliest memory was? She told me. When I asked another they told me too.

Some of the memories were like a video. They had movement and even if it was only a short, fragmented one? They had a story.

Others?

Were only a photograph. Clear or out of focus.


I wonder?


People sometimes say that the truth is in "...black and white..." when they mean that it's clear and without embelishment.

Thing is, even black and white photos can be in soft focus and like a dreamed memory.




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Send Me The Moon

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Family

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Elipse.

I wrote it here.

Now it's gone.

Stolen.

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These posts are for my son. To steal them is the worst form of thief. They will not ring true for you as they will for me.


Elipse.

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A type of punctuation. You may have taken the words. Hidden them. But they are still there inside of me. Inside of my son.


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The words aren't lost just hidden from view by a mean, mean, mean computer thief.


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How lucky am I.

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Dear Pup,



Because of you I became at once fierce and calm.

They thought you'd get here before the doctor got did. The night before you're father and I drove like very careful maniacs trying our best to get back to the hospital. The day before we had to talk like it was the most rational decision to go home and feed Smokie. We weren't stupid. We could here the doc saying that you'd come pretty quick. I don't know why but we knew it would be okay.

You're like the eye of a huricane sometimes. Calm in the middle of the storm.

LOL I think that your dad was in a panic by the time we got there. What were we thinking? 70 miles to the doctor. 70 miles back to get Smokie. Then 70 miles back in a race to get back to the hospital before you came out. I can remember telling the receptionist that I thought that I might be in labor but wasn't sure.

So calm.

All night I sat and talked to the delivery nurse. She told me about her life. There's calm in that. If you're troubles are too big? Go ask someone to tell you about their life. Find someone who might have sense or who'd survived their life's sorrows, and ask them to tell you about it. Make sure that it's someone who needs someone to listen. They'll be so glad and you might have a different perspective on your own troubles.

Don't forget to hug their neck too.


Love,

Mom


"It was hot and they were sitting outside of the fast food place. Tired. Dirty. The two of them. I asked them if they needed something to eat. I wasn't the best of people to them. When we went inside the manager tried to throw them out. One of the customers standing in line came to their rescue. There was almost a fight because they'd been inside already and been thrown out. We got the food and went back outside into the heat. Late summer. It was "gawdawful" hot.

That's when I saw the miracle of a hug. I just hugged the lady. She began to cry. Told me "Thank you." even after what had happened. People are inside little kids. They keep it safe inside them, sometimes behind vast walls and barbed wire. Safe that little flame of hope. The stuff you have when you are born.

Hope and the ability to love."


9-21-10

Ann


Love. Keep it safe by giving it freely.


Hugs.




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Dear Pup..

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The things you think about when you are young? They aren't the same as when you grow old. Today we talked about your future. I so admire you tenacity. I love your strength. I talked and I talked trying to get you to say something. Your future. I want so bad for you to find something that makes you happy. Then I could use every bit of my strenght to help you get there.


I wrote 12 dogs as a way to find my future and make some sense of the past. I didn't plan to, I just leaped from that chair in the living room. I'd said the words, "I don't want to be anymore. Then I quickly changed my mind. Lucky me. Slowly I began to find that path you are looking for. It took me so long to do so and so much time wasted. That's why I'm so fierce now for you. Time. You think when you are young you have so much. You do.

If for some terrible reason we loose each other, you can always find me in that maze, 12 dogs and a blot. You're smart. You'll find a time when you need a distraction and you are looking for a shoulder to lean on. For an ephemeral moment you'll find this home within me to find comfort. It's a puzzle. There will be times when you will curse me for that.

But

In the struggle to put 12 dogs back together? You will find me. You will find the peace that you need. I want to be there too.


It's not my job.




It's who I am.

I love you.

I always will.

You've become not only my son but you've become my friend.


Hugs,

Mom


When you were two, I gave you a book. Winnie the Pooh. It's inscribed. I meant it then and I mean it now.

You really are a good story.

Best memory? The day you read all by yourself.

The proudest accomplishment? Teaching you how to read.

The best advice?

Honey, sometimes you just have to slog through and count your blessings no matter how small they might seem at the time. A bad day is just that. One day. There'll be a good next day. Remember that.







Wait one more day.
Count to 10.
Go for a 15 minute walk.
Say you're sorry.
If you love them and you get so upset you want to let go of their hand? Ask why.

A good nights sleep is a blessing.

You'll do just fine.

All words fail?
Hugs will be enough.


You are such a person. :D









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Why?

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You know, once upon a time I wrote parody about political stuff on my little blog on the prairie. LOL






Uh yeah about that question, "Why?"

Because she's running for office and it's a clip.

For me it's like seeing a quote with elipses (...), there are a few important word that might have been left out. Like the imfamous words of Bill Clinton where he said that he "...did not have sex with..."

I can understand Ms. ODonnell's reluctance about appearing on Bill Maher's show. This close to the elections it could be damaging to her campaign. Sound bites can be brutal to a politician. This would be quite the mine field. If you don't believe me? Ask the good doctor/ex governor of Vermont or the Rep from Ohio. One missplaced "whoop" or ironic comment and your dreams of being elected are over.

However --

I don't understand the Tea Party, Republican, and Sarah Palin's support if this is indeed an issue for them. They certainly have no problem expressing their disagreements on issues they're unhappy with. Were there no other candidates to support? Did they forgive Ms ODonnel's past? Does this mean they're going to forgive Bill Clinton's (not) inhaling pot?


This isn't about my personal opinion on Ms. ODonnel's views, past or present.

It's about being able to find the information as to what this woman says she thinks and its validity. I agree with Bill Maher asking her to come back on his show. He's asking for clarification and he's in a good position to do so since it was on his show that these comments were made. So much of what we hear about a candidate is filtered by political bias and then we're asked to vote on this candidate. This year with the "Anyone's better than the incumbent" attitude, I'm worried that we will be "throwing the baby out with the bath water" by just voting for anyone new.

But at the same time, this is politics. A game of power. She's beat out the Republican candidate as we'll as being in a possition to beat the Democrat too.


Anyway here's one of the clips in question.

From Bill Maher's show.










Hugs,

Ann



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The last time I was this bored I wrote about ... :D

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In the beginning there was - virginity.



It was a cold, dark, and empty existence.


Then a miracle happened.











A space orgasim.

AKA the dawn of life.

After that experience?

The world just wasn't the same.













The Universe.
Not a virgin anymore.


tee hee



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test2a

It worked?


Only got one of the links to work.

Crap.







I'm feeling like the chimp @ 5:57 in this film. LOL





LOL Hopefully will spend the week writing and not trying to workout the logistics of the stupid blue links.

test

http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-here-where-am-i.html


http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-here-where-am-i.html


http://www.blogspot.com/

http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-here-where-am-i.html

whoo-hoo-master-chef-those-mean-people.

test2a

http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/09/test2.html
So what I'm trying to do is get the links to work like they did on ebay.


I know that you can rename these things. so that you just see the word "Bob" in blue instead of the linking addy.

Alltogether now, "Getting to know you. Getting to know alllll about you."


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If you're here? Where am I?

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Well it's been a long time.


In celebration of the fact that there's a Big Bang Theory marathon tonight and Season 4 starts next week. Plus one of my very favorite late night talk show hosts, the Scotish Conan guy :D, is going to be a part of the lauch of Season 4.

To say I'm happy is just about as big an understatement as I can make at this moment.


Anyway.

I thought I'd try an Interactive Blog Bedtime story.




It's not finished. Matter of fact it won't be until next week but well if you can begin to figure out the story line and the logic? Good for you. I'd be careful. The logic flow depends on those blue links. It's my blog. I can change it.






Before we go a step further.

Remember.

This is 12 dots and a blot.

Like my old ebay blog, 12 dogs and a blog?

It's a writer's journal.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Do NOT ASSume.


Ask.


Hugs.


Writer Ann


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PS Hopefully I'll have the blue link thingys working by next week

Look here for the door way to the story.


"The Philosophy of Cheese and Crackers"

Twitter quote from @Jessnormal. 9/17/10

Sounds like a good place to start...



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