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I know that this isn't the most likely of Christmas carols but - well - Christmas is about hope and people.
I've been lucky.
There have been some lovely days. Good mornings that have been pure bliss.
Then there were the other days.
The dark ones after my son died.
One morning in particular. I remember saying to myself, "Get up." I didn't want to get up. So there I stayed. Drained of all but the pain of loss.
"Get up."
I'm not sure if those words were mine or if there was some higher force telling me that if I stayed in that bed? I might founder.
So I got up.
Life is interesting and good now. The pain will always be there. Some days it's a small ache and still there are days when something will come up bringing back the pain fresh. Now I know to get up and walk. Go call someone. Give the hug that I need to someone.
Hugs.
This Christmas is the first one that I've actually felt what I thought I'd lost long ago.
The wonder of Christmas.
It's been a long road to this.
And to think that it all started with a laugh.
Merry Christmas to all and a blessed coming year.
Hugs,
Ann
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Keep the water in the tub...
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I started not to write anything for a year just to see if anyone noticed but...
then I thought about it and decided to say hello.
Happy holidays and hugs.
This was a really good Thanksgiving.
I didn't cook. (We got take out turkey and dressing. It's was great.)
I cleaned. (Yup, I did. So did WB.We're organizing the kitchen.)
We didn't fuss.( I didn't secretly resent the fact that I was in the kitchen cooking while WB etal watched the parades/ball games.)
The weather was beautiful.
And?
We both went to look at the antique store. (I did. WB followed along going quietly. He wasn't complaining and I think we actually had fun.)
Yesterday? WB cooked chili. He hasn't done that in a long time. It was great and I have hope that it will once again become a ritual of winter time.
Everything was really good until...
That evil woman in the sparkly pants sashayed out of her Mercedes right in front of our car. She had two bedazzeled snow flakes on each butt cheek and she was smiling and batting her obviously fake eyelashes at WB. Then he all of a sudden wanted to go with me into the book store.
He was just evil too.
At first, I was going to tell him to stuff it and stay out in the car but I heard my momma say, "Well that's not going to help anybody. Let him go in. Ms. Sparkly pants cant afford that MB all on her own. She's got a sugar daddy she's not about to give up. Go on and let him give it a try. She'll shoot him down in two. Then you can hug his neck and tell him about "couples" gym class."
So that's what I did.
LOL Later on in the car when I asked he he got a second look at "Ms. Sparkly Pants" and he said kind of disappointed, "No, I couldn'[ find her anywhere." So I batted my own eyelashes and said, "Ah, that's too bad. You know she looks familiar. Maybe you should go with me to "couples": gym class. I think she goes to the same gym." And I smiled and hugged his neck.
:D
Thanks Mom. Finally some advice I could really make use of.
Hugs.
Hope that you have a good week.
WriterAnn
PS
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Love, from me, WB, Pup, the pups,the finch, the squirels and that "sparkly pants hussy with the bedazzles butt cheeks" in the book store parking lot
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I started not to write anything for a year just to see if anyone noticed but...
then I thought about it and decided to say hello.
Happy holidays and hugs.
This was a really good Thanksgiving.
I didn't cook. (We got take out turkey and dressing. It's was great.)
I cleaned. (Yup, I did. So did WB.We're organizing the kitchen.)
We didn't fuss.( I didn't secretly resent the fact that I was in the kitchen cooking while WB etal watched the parades/ball games.)
The weather was beautiful.
And?
We both went to look at the antique store. (I did. WB followed along going quietly. He wasn't complaining and I think we actually had fun.)
Yesterday? WB cooked chili. He hasn't done that in a long time. It was great and I have hope that it will once again become a ritual of winter time.
Everything was really good until...
That evil woman in the sparkly pants sashayed out of her Mercedes right in front of our car. She had two bedazzeled snow flakes on each butt cheek and she was smiling and batting her obviously fake eyelashes at WB. Then he all of a sudden wanted to go with me into the book store.
He was just evil too.
At first, I was going to tell him to stuff it and stay out in the car but I heard my momma say, "Well that's not going to help anybody. Let him go in. Ms. Sparkly pants cant afford that MB all on her own. She's got a sugar daddy she's not about to give up. Go on and let him give it a try. She'll shoot him down in two. Then you can hug his neck and tell him about "couples" gym class."
So that's what I did.
LOL Later on in the car when I asked he he got a second look at "Ms. Sparkly Pants" and he said kind of disappointed, "No, I couldn'[ find her anywhere." So I batted my own eyelashes and said, "Ah, that's too bad. You know she looks familiar. Maybe you should go with me to "couples": gym class. I think she goes to the same gym." And I smiled and hugged his neck.
:D
Thanks Mom. Finally some advice I could really make use of.
Hugs.
Hope that you have a good week.
WriterAnn
PS
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Love, from me, WB, Pup, the pups,the finch, the squirels and that "sparkly pants hussy with the bedazzles butt cheeks" in the book store parking lot
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Friday, November 5, 2010
What is your color?
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And what is mine?
Sitting here in the dark.
It's as if someone flipped a switch and now after months of heat? It's winter.
How is that possible? I don't know.
Outside it's in the 30's. This afternoon it was 80 degrees. It's atleast a 45 degree drop in temperature. Where this summer the skies had clouds, tonight is clear. I can see the band of the milky way. The stars are bright. Very close. I remember reading about the stars that you can see on a clear night from the Rocky Mountains. How they seemed to be hung like lights from the garden arbor. I've been told about how there's nothing but stars in the sky and in the water if you are sailing on a clear night in the Gulf. I'd like to see those stars - someday.
Right now, the view from the front porch is good.
What is your color?
Where is your heart?
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And what is mine?
Sitting here in the dark.
It's as if someone flipped a switch and now after months of heat? It's winter.
How is that possible? I don't know.
Outside it's in the 30's. This afternoon it was 80 degrees. It's atleast a 45 degree drop in temperature. Where this summer the skies had clouds, tonight is clear. I can see the band of the milky way. The stars are bright. Very close. I remember reading about the stars that you can see on a clear night from the Rocky Mountains. How they seemed to be hung like lights from the garden arbor. I've been told about how there's nothing but stars in the sky and in the water if you are sailing on a clear night in the Gulf. I'd like to see those stars - someday.
Right now, the view from the front porch is good.
What is your color?
Where is your heart?
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It's the end of a very looooong week.
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My dog's depressed.
She's sitting here in my lap wound up in a ball.
You're probably wondering to yourself, "Why - oh why- is Writer Ann's dog depressed? I'm worried. This is probably some really sad story involving vets and shots and expensive vet type surgery. The kind that's way expensive. Oh no!"
You're wrong.
It's not about "... vets and shots and expensive vet typ surgery. The kind that's way expensive..." Which is good because my dog hates going to the vet. Sure this would depress her but it's not why she's unhappy.
You see there's one thing that she hates more than her vet shots.
The cold.
The temperature dropped 50 degrees last night and she's a short haired dog who's made for Miami in the Winter. She really and truely hates cold weather. Last night, when I put her in bed with me, she crawled under the covers and sighed. I'm pretty sure that if she hadn't needed to pee she'd still be there. Hibernating.
Cold weather and this election?
Burrrrrr.
I'm going hole up here and watch a video.
Maybe something inspirational.
Midnight Cowboy.
Have a happy.
Hugs
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My dog's depressed.
She's sitting here in my lap wound up in a ball.
You're probably wondering to yourself, "Why - oh why- is Writer Ann's dog depressed? I'm worried. This is probably some really sad story involving vets and shots and expensive vet type surgery. The kind that's way expensive. Oh no!"
You're wrong.
It's not about "... vets and shots and expensive vet typ surgery. The kind that's way expensive..." Which is good because my dog hates going to the vet. Sure this would depress her but it's not why she's unhappy.
You see there's one thing that she hates more than her vet shots.
The cold.
The temperature dropped 50 degrees last night and she's a short haired dog who's made for Miami in the Winter. She really and truely hates cold weather. Last night, when I put her in bed with me, she crawled under the covers and sighed. I'm pretty sure that if she hadn't needed to pee she'd still be there. Hibernating.
Cold weather and this election?
Burrrrrr.
I'm going hole up here and watch a video.
Maybe something inspirational.
Midnight Cowboy.
Have a happy.
Hugs
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Commercial break (the "pretty" version)
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It was difficult to avoid. Either you had the folks re enacting Sally Field's "you like me" Oscar speech or you had "doom and gloom". I heard that Obama left the country and went and inspected a "super" dooper, no longer top secret war bunker in India (yep, in India).
As for me?
I got all "dolled" up and went to movies. A comedy.
I went out to eat at my favorite restaurant. Ate good food and watched CNN pundits discuss the future of politics in America with the sound off.
We laughed. (Nothing is funnier than watching a bellicose CNN pundit arguing about politics with the sound off, unless, of course , you're also watching one of Fox News' bellicose pundits with the sound off. Which is what we were doing.. )
It was funny and we laughed.
I watched TV's Craig Ferguson which was also funny and we laughed.
And then?
I took to my bed.
No, I wasn't in an election induced depression (or denial depending on what side you're on).
I took to my bed because it was cold and being in a warm bed with a happy being or two made me happy.
I know my dog was really happy.
For those folks who feel that their side lost and are abandoning all hope for "universal health care" do not despair. There is an old custom that has served many a person well in their times of troubles. "Take to your beds" you warriors of the political. Not in denial or in despair. No, take to your beds with something warming to drink, a good book/movie, and someone to snuggle with. Do it with friends in front of the fireplace or the tv set.
List all the good things in your life.
Then?
Go out in the world and go out to eat.
Laugh out loud and tell each other how glad you are that they're there with you.
Say all the great things out loud and just smile when someone gets in your face about your choices.
Might take a few tries but you'll get it and so will they.
Then gather all those good things, give 'em a hug and give the naysayers a bemused look when they're busy telling you how to live.
Laugh.
And never forget the words of Hannah Murphy
"Having fun is the best revenge."
It really is and - well - nothing pisses you freenemies more than the sight of you looking good and having fun.
Trust me.
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Hugs and hang in there,
Writer Ann
PS
If you can't laugh at it?
Then wallow in it.
Make despair an art form. Do it with an artistic flair. Do it with a sly wit. Give like minding people a refuge in your solace. Make them and you laugh though the pain.
Sigh.
Everybody wants to rule the world but few of them want to listen.
LOL.
.
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It was difficult to avoid. Either you had the folks re enacting Sally Field's "you like me" Oscar speech or you had "doom and gloom". I heard that Obama left the country and went and inspected a "super" dooper, no longer top secret war bunker in India (yep, in India).
As for me?
I got all "dolled" up and went to movies. A comedy.
I went out to eat at my favorite restaurant. Ate good food and watched CNN pundits discuss the future of politics in America with the sound off.
We laughed. (Nothing is funnier than watching a bellicose CNN pundit arguing about politics with the sound off, unless, of course , you're also watching one of Fox News' bellicose pundits with the sound off. Which is what we were doing.. )
It was funny and we laughed.
I watched TV's Craig Ferguson which was also funny and we laughed.
And then?
I took to my bed.
No, I wasn't in an election induced depression (or denial depending on what side you're on).
I took to my bed because it was cold and being in a warm bed with a happy being or two made me happy.
I know my dog was really happy.
For those folks who feel that their side lost and are abandoning all hope for "universal health care" do not despair. There is an old custom that has served many a person well in their times of troubles. "Take to your beds" you warriors of the political. Not in denial or in despair. No, take to your beds with something warming to drink, a good book/movie, and someone to snuggle with. Do it with friends in front of the fireplace or the tv set.
List all the good things in your life.
Then?
Go out in the world and go out to eat.
Laugh out loud and tell each other how glad you are that they're there with you.
Say all the great things out loud and just smile when someone gets in your face about your choices.
Might take a few tries but you'll get it and so will they.
Then gather all those good things, give 'em a hug and give the naysayers a bemused look when they're busy telling you how to live.
Laugh.
And never forget the words of Hannah Murphy
"Having fun is the best revenge."
It really is and - well - nothing pisses you freenemies more than the sight of you looking good and having fun.
Trust me.
.
Hugs and hang in there,
Writer Ann
PS
If you can't laugh at it?
Then wallow in it.
Make despair an art form. Do it with an artistic flair. Do it with a sly wit. Give like minding people a refuge in your solace. Make them and you laugh though the pain.
Sigh.
Everybody wants to rule the world but few of them want to listen.
LOL.
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Comercial break...
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It was difficult to avoid. Either you had the folks re inacting Sally Field's "you like me" Oscar speech or you had "doom and gloom". I heard that Obama left the country and went and inspected a "super dooper, no longer top secret war bunker in India (yep, in India).
As for me?
I got all dolled up and went to movies.
Then I wacched TV's Craig Ferguson.
And then?
I took to my bed.
No, I wasn't in an election induced depression (or denial depending on what sid you're on).
I took to my bed because it was cold.
For those folks who feel that their side lost and ae abandoning all hope for "universal healthcare" do not dispair. There is an old custom that has served many a person well in their times of troubles. "Take to your beds" you wariors of the political. Not in denial or in dispair. No, take to your beds with something warming to drink, a good book/movie, and someone to snuggle with. Do it with friends infront of the fireplace or the tv set. Go out in the world and go out to eat.
Laugh.
And never forget the words of Hannah Murphy
"Having fun is the best revenge."
Hugs and hang in there,
Writer Ann
PS
If you can't laugh at it?
The wallow in it.
Make dispair an art form. Doom it with an artistic flair. Do it with a sly wit. Give like minding people a refuge in your solice. Make them and you laugh though your pain.
All together not..
"Those were the days my friend...."
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It was difficult to avoid. Either you had the folks re inacting Sally Field's "you like me" Oscar speech or you had "doom and gloom". I heard that Obama left the country and went and inspected a "super dooper, no longer top secret war bunker in India (yep, in India).
As for me?
I got all dolled up and went to movies.
Then I wacched TV's Craig Ferguson.
And then?
I took to my bed.
No, I wasn't in an election induced depression (or denial depending on what sid you're on).
I took to my bed because it was cold.
For those folks who feel that their side lost and ae abandoning all hope for "universal healthcare" do not dispair. There is an old custom that has served many a person well in their times of troubles. "Take to your beds" you wariors of the political. Not in denial or in dispair. No, take to your beds with something warming to drink, a good book/movie, and someone to snuggle with. Do it with friends infront of the fireplace or the tv set. Go out in the world and go out to eat.
Laugh.
And never forget the words of Hannah Murphy
"Having fun is the best revenge."
Hugs and hang in there,
Writer Ann
PS
If you can't laugh at it?
The wallow in it.
Make dispair an art form. Doom it with an artistic flair. Do it with a sly wit. Give like minding people a refuge in your solice. Make them and you laugh though your pain.
All together not..
"Those were the days my friend...."
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Election Day...
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PS
For what it's worth. I don't think that this is a Republican vs Democrat or a "Conservative" vs "Liberal" problem. Nope. I think it's actually a comment on the perceived disconnect between the people in office and the people they represent. And? I believe it's economic. LOL That's not a unique view is it. More than a few times I've heard that if the economy was doing good? Folks wouldn't have near the reaction to what's going on "...inside the Washington beltway..." They'd be too busy complaining about how Christmas ads were coming out too early and how we'd not even had Halloween or Thanksgiving yet." There'd be grumbling about how expensive things were getting to be but still nothing this angry. We're "marinating" in a soup of angry. Not sure how things are going in your world, but here it's almost nonstop about how bad the economy is. Then there'll be a commercial about how if we're truly to enjoy Christmas or our lives in general we need to buy this thing that costs way too much. Then we're told that because we can't buy this thing our life must be terrible and we should be angry about it. Next thing you know there's shouting and "Throw the bum outting" and well you end up with the lady at the home store mad at you because you asked (in passing mind you) what the score was for the college ball game that day.
LOL, hello? Do you even know my name?
Know what? I'm thinking that this is economic in more ways than one. It's trying another way to get us all to buy stuff. It's trying another way to get us to watch or listen to yet another commentator. Doesn't matter what side you're on. I just wished they'd talk about the issues and then find the answers. It may be supposed to motivate us to do something BUT all this yelling is just pizzing folks off.
It's not helping to find the answers.
I'm going to ignore it and vote for the candidate that actually will represent me during the upcoming election cycle. It's not always easy but if I try really hard?
I'll get what I need.
Hugs,
C
PS
For what it's worth. I don't think that this is a Republican vs Democrat or a "Conservative" vs "Liberal" problem. Nope. I think it's actually a comment on the perceived disconnect between the people in office and the people they represent. And? I believe it's economic. LOL That's not a unique view is it. More than a few times I've heard that if the economy was doing good? Folks wouldn't have near the reaction to what's going on "...inside the Washington beltway..." They'd be too busy complaining about how Christmas ads were coming out too early and how we'd not even had Halloween or Thanksgiving yet." There'd be grumbling about how expensive things were getting to be but still nothing this angry. We're "marinating" in a soup of angry. Not sure how things are going in your world, but here it's almost nonstop about how bad the economy is. Then there'll be a commercial about how if we're truly to enjoy Christmas or our lives in general we need to buy this thing that costs way too much. Then we're told that because we can't buy this thing our life must be terrible and we should be angry about it. Next thing you know there's shouting and "Throw the bum outting" and well you end up with the lady at the home store mad at you because you asked (in passing mind you) what the score was for the college ball game that day.
LOL, hello? Do you even know my name?
Know what? I'm thinking that this is economic in more ways than one. It's trying another way to get us all to buy stuff. It's trying another way to get us to watch or listen to yet another commentator. Doesn't matter what side you're on. I just wished they'd talk about the issues and then find the answers. It may be supposed to motivate us to do something BUT all this yelling is just pizzing folks off.
It's not helping to find the answers.
I'm going to ignore it and vote for the candidate that actually will represent me during the upcoming election cycle. It's not always easy but if I try really hard?
I'll get what I need.
Hugs,
C
Everybody Wants To Rule The World...
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PS
For what it's worth. I don't think that this is a Republican vs Democrat or a "Conservative" vs "Liberal" problem. Nope. I think it's actually a comment on the perceived disconnect between the people in office and the people they represent. And? I believe it's economic. LOL That's not a unique view is it. More than a few times I've heard that if the economy was doing good? Folks wouldn't have near the reaction to what's going on "...inside the Washington beltway..." They'd be too busy complaining about how Christmas ads were coming out too early and how we'd not even had Halloween or Thanksgiving yet." There'd be grumbling about how expensive things were getting to be but still nothing this angry. We're "marinating" in a soup of angry. Not sure how things are going in your world, but here it's almost nonstop about how bad the economy is. Then there'll be a commercial about how if we're truly to enjoy Christmas or our lives in general we need to buy this thing that costs way too much. Then were told that because we can't buy this thing our life must be terrible and we should be angry about it. Next thing you know there's shouting and "Throw the bum outting" and well you end up with the lady at the home store mad at you because you asked (in passing mind you) what the score was for the college ball game that day.
LOL.
You know what? I'm thinking that this is economic in more ways than one. It's trying another way to get us all to buy stuff. It's trying another way to get us to watch or listen to yet another commentator. Doesn't matter what side you're on. I just wished they'd talk about the issues and then find the answers. All this yelling is just pizzing folks off but it's not helping to find the answers.
I'm going to ignore it and vote for the candidate that I actually will represent me during the upcoming election cycle. It's not always easy but if I try really hard?
I'll get what I need.
Hugs,
C
PS
For what it's worth. I don't think that this is a Republican vs Democrat or a "Conservative" vs "Liberal" problem. Nope. I think it's actually a comment on the perceived disconnect between the people in office and the people they represent. And? I believe it's economic. LOL That's not a unique view is it. More than a few times I've heard that if the economy was doing good? Folks wouldn't have near the reaction to what's going on "...inside the Washington beltway..." They'd be too busy complaining about how Christmas ads were coming out too early and how we'd not even had Halloween or Thanksgiving yet." There'd be grumbling about how expensive things were getting to be but still nothing this angry. We're "marinating" in a soup of angry. Not sure how things are going in your world, but here it's almost nonstop about how bad the economy is. Then there'll be a commercial about how if we're truly to enjoy Christmas or our lives in general we need to buy this thing that costs way too much. Then were told that because we can't buy this thing our life must be terrible and we should be angry about it. Next thing you know there's shouting and "Throw the bum outting" and well you end up with the lady at the home store mad at you because you asked (in passing mind you) what the score was for the college ball game that day.
LOL.
You know what? I'm thinking that this is economic in more ways than one. It's trying another way to get us all to buy stuff. It's trying another way to get us to watch or listen to yet another commentator. Doesn't matter what side you're on. I just wished they'd talk about the issues and then find the answers. All this yelling is just pizzing folks off but it's not helping to find the answers.
I'm going to ignore it and vote for the candidate that I actually will represent me during the upcoming election cycle. It's not always easy but if I try really hard?
I'll get what I need.
Hugs,
C
And the video that is supposed to go with the election post.
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Sorry. This is the video that is supposed to go with the next post.
Didn't want to risk having the election post "deleted" so I added the video separately.
Happy election day.
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Sorry. This is the video that is supposed to go with the next post.
Didn't want to risk having the election post "deleted" so I added the video separately.
Happy election day.
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Everybody wants to Rule the World...
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Unfortunately not all of them are qualified to do so.
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I've been listening. Some of what I'm hearing would be funny if it were a play (maybe a farce). But it's not and that's disheartening to say the least. So instead of trying to get, you , the reader to agree with my political choices? I'm going to say one piece of advice that's carried me through...
"This too will pass."
What I've seen about this election has been less about issues and more about a growing anger with no real place to direct it. LOL. I think TV's Craig Ferguson said it best when he said he was glad to see the World Series because we could stop being mad at each other and start being mad @ baseball. I can relate. This weekend we were at a homestore when I asked the clerk (in passing mind you) if she knew the score on the two state college football teams. Her response was so filled with tension and anger that I had to wonder if I'd kicked her cat. Honestly? I'd never seen this person before and I'm not paranoid. There was no way I could have made her this angry. "How could this woman be so angry with me? I don't know her name nor does she know mine." was what I was thinking as she scowled at me. Yes scowled. There's no other way to put it. I stopped and asked if she were okay. There were comments about management and how things would change come Monday. There was that anger. The one where people were just mad.
In the South, if this were summer, I could blame it on the heat and the humidity. After 6 weeks of intense heat, folks start getting touchy. No matter why you're angry you can reliably blame it on the heat and go find somewhere to literally cool off, but not this time of year. This isn't "summer heat" angry. This is different. This is "My life is not going..." -- no -- this is "My life is crap at the moment and there's no specific person or thing to blame so I'm going to blame it on anyone who's around me at the moment" anger. It's been coming for some time. Personally I think it's what started the French Revolution.
Lucky for us we have elections and not monarchs. Thanks to the US Constitution we have a kind of peaceful revolution every four to six years depending on the branch of government. Long before we get to the point of the French Revolution, new groups, like the Tea Party, emerge. France during the years leading up to the French Revolution didn't have that luxury. Where they kept getting more and more angry until the populace revolted, we have peaceful elections. Again, lucky us.
My only problem with this is that when people are this angry the mantra, "Throw the bums out" can result in a kind of "voter's remorse". The problem with this is that unless they do something impeachable, unlike "buyer's remorse" it's a long 2, 4, or 6 years before you can send the new "bum" back.
"Throw the bums out." isn't a new phrase.
So is "Don't throw the baby out with the dirty bath water."
Everyone wants to rule the world.
Not to be discouraged if your guy or gal doesn't win. This is America. Lucky for us there's always another election just 2, 4, or 6 years away.
Hugs.
Unfortunately not all of them are qualified to do so.
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I've been listening. Some of what I'm hearing would be funny if it were a play (maybe a farce). But it's not and that's disheartening to say the least. So instead of trying to get, you , the reader to agree with my political choices? I'm going to say one piece of advice that's carried me through...
"This too will pass."
What I've seen about this election has been less about issues and more about a growing anger with no real place to direct it. LOL. I think TV's Craig Ferguson said it best when he said he was glad to see the World Series because we could stop being mad at each other and start being mad @ baseball. I can relate. This weekend we were at a homestore when I asked the clerk (in passing mind you) if she knew the score on the two state college football teams. Her response was so filled with tension and anger that I had to wonder if I'd kicked her cat. Honestly? I'd never seen this person before and I'm not paranoid. There was no way I could have made her this angry. "How could this woman be so angry with me? I don't know her name nor does she know mine." was what I was thinking as she scowled at me. Yes scowled. There's no other way to put it. I stopped and asked if she were okay. There were comments about management and how things would change come Monday. There was that anger. The one where people were just mad.
In the South, if this were summer, I could blame it on the heat and the humidity. After 6 weeks of intense heat, folks start getting touchy. No matter why you're angry you can reliably blame it on the heat and go find somewhere to literally cool off, but not this time of year. This isn't "summer heat" angry. This is different. This is "My life is not going..." -- no -- this is "My life is crap at the moment and there's no specific person or thing to blame so I'm going to blame it on anyone who's around me at the moment" anger. It's been coming for some time. Personally I think it's what started the French Revolution.
Lucky for us we have elections and not monarchs. Thanks to the US Constitution we have a kind of peaceful revolution every four to six years depending on the branch of government. Long before we get to the point of the French Revolution, new groups, like the Tea Party, emerge. France during the years leading up to the French Revolution didn't have that luxury. Where they kept getting more and more angry until the populace revolted, we have peaceful elections. Again, lucky us.
My only problem with this is that when people are this angry the mantra, "Throw the bums out" can result in a kind of "voter's remorse". The problem with this is that unless they do something impeachable, unlike "buyer's remorse" it's a long 2, 4, or 6 years before you can send the new "bum" back.
"Throw the bums out." isn't a new phrase.
So is "Don't throw the baby out with the dirty bath water."
Everyone wants to rule the world.
Not to be discouraged if your guy or gal doesn't win. This is America. Lucky for us there's always another election just 2, 4, or 6 years away.
Hugs.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World...
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Unfortunately alot of those folks aren't qualified.
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Dear Blogspot,
Once again your blog ate part of my post.
It's bad enought that the Stats part of the blog stopped working but when part of my post gets eatten? Well that's just wrong.
And defective.
Could you please fix the stat section so that it works? Oh and quit eatting my posts.
Thanks ever so much.
The writing team of 12dotsandablot.
LOL.
Unfortunately alot of those folks aren't qualified.
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Dear Blogspot,
Once again your blog ate part of my post.
It's bad enought that the Stats part of the blog stopped working but when part of my post gets eatten? Well that's just wrong.
And defective.
Could you please fix the stat section so that it works? Oh and quit eatting my posts.
Thanks ever so much.
The writing team of 12dotsandablot.
LOL.
Elections
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There have been election years where I've gone to the polls and thought, "I've got no clue." Then I'd vote the best I could while holding my nose. After a little while, I finally figured out that there really was a best choice even when the two choices weren't so good.
For the last couple of cycles I've been saying that the time for a new political party to emerge had come. You'd see it in the polls. Folk wouldn't want either candidate. Then the 2004 Democratic pre-primary meeting came along. Not much happy there for the presumed nominee but the room went wild for the fella from Vermont. His message rang loud and clear. In his opinion and in the opinion of many in the room both parties had forgotten the rest of the country. It was time to stop telling folks what they should want and listen to what they needed. When the crowd went wild? Admit it or not, in the subconscious folks knew Howard Dean was right. It was later after he'd lost the primary bid and was made head of the Democratic Party that he began a 50 state strategy giving money to not only the well known in heavily favored Democrat races but also to those states thought to be
There have been election years where I've gone to the polls and thought, "I've got no clue." Then I'd vote the best I could while holding my nose. After a little while, I finally figured out that there really was a best choice even when the two choices weren't so good.
For the last couple of cycles I've been saying that the time for a new political party to emerge had come. You'd see it in the polls. Folk wouldn't want either candidate. Then the 2004 Democratic pre-primary meeting came along. Not much happy there for the presumed nominee but the room went wild for the fella from Vermont. His message rang loud and clear. In his opinion and in the opinion of many in the room both parties had forgotten the rest of the country. It was time to stop telling folks what they should want and listen to what they needed. When the crowd went wild? Admit it or not, in the subconscious folks knew Howard Dean was right. It was later after he'd lost the primary bid and was made head of the Democratic Party that he began a 50 state strategy giving money to not only the well known in heavily favored Democrat races but also to those states thought to be
Friday, October 29, 2010
Hey Lady? Can I borrow that phone?
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"If you could go back in time and see yourself coming? Where would you tell yourself to be going."
Post script:
I dunno. Is it someone talking on what looks to be a cell phone? Yes.
Is it someone who was actually at the premire of Charlie Chaplin's movie?
Ah well now that's different. With the technology that's out there? It's very likely to be a hoax.
Would be nice to time travel. I'd have a few things to say to the me in the early 1980's and in the 1990's. Something like, "What are you thinking. You're young. You're reasonably good looking. Go have fun. Your folks will be fine. Go see that Irishman. He likes you and you like him. So what if it lasts or not. At least you'll know. Besides, the folks her are going to take advantage of you and treat you pretty badlly. So go on. You'll be fine. You've got two feet and a good mind, use them.
Oh and Ann?
Write. "
LOL. The Map of the World... LOL
:D
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Hugs.
,
"If you could go back in time and see yourself coming? Where would you tell yourself to be going."
Me? I tell myself to go try.
Post script:
I dunno. Is it someone talking on what looks to be a cell phone? Yes.
Is it someone who was actually at the premire of Charlie Chaplin's movie?
Ah well now that's different. With the technology that's out there? It's very likely to be a hoax.
Would be nice to time travel. I'd have a few things to say to the me in the early 1980's and in the 1990's. Something like, "What are you thinking. You're young. You're reasonably good looking. Go have fun. Your folks will be fine. Go see that Irishman. He likes you and you like him. So what if it lasts or not. At least you'll know. Besides, the folks her are going to take advantage of you and treat you pretty badlly. So go on. You'll be fine. You've got two feet and a good mind, use them.
Oh and Ann?
Write. "
LOL. The Map of the World... LOL
:D
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Hugs.
,
You deserved it...
"...
"He hit me."
"No, he shoved you. Big difference."
"No, he hit me. He meant it. Why are you taking his side?"
"Because you're used to money and you have nowhere to go. Besides that, it was your fault. You shouldn't have yelled. Personally I think you deserved it for being such a little snit. Go back and say you're sorry and get over it. You really are making way to big a deal about this."
"Please, I need to come home for just a couple of days. To figure out what I'm going to do."
"Uh no, we talked about this already. No child of mine is going to be a "boomerang kid". You're just going to have to growup."
She didn't know what disturbed her more, the fact that that she was being blamed for something that wasn't her fault or the fact it was her mother saying it.
Alice never did understand why her mother was always taking his side about things until she tried to come home. When her mother first made the comment about "boomerang kids" Alice was dumbfounded. But this time she spoke up, "This isn't the same as coming home because I got fired or can't get a job. This is being hit. This is being disrespected - " as she said the words her voice began to rise. It just made her angry that her own mother would think that this was okay."
"See, you're getting angry again. So you had a fight. Happens. You're not the easiest person to live with."
"Did daddy? Did he hit you or rough you up?" she was afraid to hear the answer but she needed to know. Maybe it would explain her mother's reaction to this.
"Your father? Oh no. He loves me. I don't think I could get him mad enough to raise a hand. No and never. But we're different so it's not the same. Now go home, put on something nice, and apologize. Hey you'll have make up sex. Now then your father will be home in acouple of hours and I've got supper to cook. You're going to have to go now because I've got a lot to do."
With those words she was dismissed. As she sat there in the car, keys in her hand she began to cry.
..."
from novel The Things We Do For Love by c ann ford 10-29-10 all rights reserved by the author
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"He hit me."
"No, he shoved you. Big difference."
"No, he hit me. He meant it. Why are you taking his side?"
"Because you're used to money and you have nowhere to go. Besides that, it was your fault. You shouldn't have yelled. Personally I think you deserved it for being such a little snit. Go back and say you're sorry and get over it. You really are making way to big a deal about this."
"Please, I need to come home for just a couple of days. To figure out what I'm going to do."
"Uh no, we talked about this already. No child of mine is going to be a "boomerang kid". You're just going to have to growup."
She didn't know what disturbed her more, the fact that that she was being blamed for something that wasn't her fault or the fact it was her mother saying it.
Alice never did understand why her mother was always taking his side about things until she tried to come home. When her mother first made the comment about "boomerang kids" Alice was dumbfounded. But this time she spoke up, "This isn't the same as coming home because I got fired or can't get a job. This is being hit. This is being disrespected - " as she said the words her voice began to rise. It just made her angry that her own mother would think that this was okay."
"See, you're getting angry again. So you had a fight. Happens. You're not the easiest person to live with."
"Did daddy? Did he hit you or rough you up?" she was afraid to hear the answer but she needed to know. Maybe it would explain her mother's reaction to this.
"Your father? Oh no. He loves me. I don't think I could get him mad enough to raise a hand. No and never. But we're different so it's not the same. Now go home, put on something nice, and apologize. Hey you'll have make up sex. Now then your father will be home in acouple of hours and I've got supper to cook. You're going to have to go now because I've got a lot to do."
With those words she was dismissed. As she sat there in the car, keys in her hand she began to cry.
..."
from novel The Things We Do For Love by c ann ford 10-29-10 all rights reserved by the author
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
144 chracters or less...
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There's a contest on Twitter.
Describe your blog in 140 characters or less. The winner gets a prise.
Well that would explain it.
I sat down to try and describe this blog within those parameters and couldn't.
Phrases like "Lacks focus." came to mind. "Your blog is all fuzzy." and "You should stick to one subject. Like, you know write about your boat or your dogs. Stuff like that." Then the words "No." and "thanks." came to mind.
12dotsandablot is just that. A kind of inkblot of this life.
It's supposed to be "fuzzy" and slightly "out of focus".
One person might read it as a blog diary while another might see it as snippets of writing. So the fact that a reader might interperate the words as "out of focus" suits me.
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There's a contest on Twitter.
Describe your blog in 140 characters or less. The winner gets a prise.
Well that would explain it.
I sat down to try and describe this blog within those parameters and couldn't.
Phrases like "Lacks focus." came to mind. "Your blog is all fuzzy." and "You should stick to one subject. Like, you know write about your boat or your dogs. Stuff like that." Then the words "No." and "thanks." came to mind.
12dotsandablot is just that. A kind of inkblot of this life.
It's supposed to be "fuzzy" and slightly "out of focus".
One person might read it as a blog diary while another might see it as snippets of writing. So the fact that a reader might interperate the words as "out of focus" suits me.
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PS
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Thank the good Lord the sun is shining again.
Out the door before it starts raining.
Hugs,
Ann
A happy song.
You know, even if you don't feel like it, sometime you just have to fake it. I'm thinking that if you tell yourself you're happy, if you count the blessings, eventually you really do feel it.
Feeling groovy.
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Thank the good Lord the sun is shining again.
Out the door before it starts raining.
Hugs,
Ann
A happy song.
You know, even if you don't feel like it, sometime you just have to fake it. I'm thinking that if you tell yourself you're happy, if you count the blessings, eventually you really do feel it.
Feeling groovy.
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Reality "to do"
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I remember seeing the photo on Twitter. The author was under water holding a sea creature. I remember it because she looked right into the camera as if to say, "See. Life. It's everywhere. Amazing. Why are you sitting there? Go see it."
It was a profound moment.
This is my to do list. I still can't believe that it's my to do list.
Read up on two part epoxy, bottom paint, and wet sanding.
Read up on trailers for boats.
Order forestay and car for traveler. (Yep, I do know what they are, thank you very much.)
Get ready to remove the foresail. Prep for removing the roller furler.
Get tarps under the hoist.
Race duty.
Happy.
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I remember seeing the photo on Twitter. The author was under water holding a sea creature. I remember it because she looked right into the camera as if to say, "See. Life. It's everywhere. Amazing. Why are you sitting there? Go see it."
It was a profound moment.
This is my to do list. I still can't believe that it's my to do list.
Read up on two part epoxy, bottom paint, and wet sanding.
Read up on trailers for boats.
Order forestay and car for traveler. (Yep, I do know what they are, thank you very much.)
Get ready to remove the foresail. Prep for removing the roller furler.
Get tarps under the hoist.
Race duty.
Happy.
.
Something wonderful
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"...
Something happened. She could feel it. Different. Before when her folks had cut her off or when he'd turned his back, she'd crumpled. Not this time. This time she was still standing. Maybe it was having something. For the first time in her life she had hold of a notion. It didn't belong to anyone but her.
There was alot to do. The boat needed scraping. Her list of things "to do" was growing. Now instead of washing clothes or cleaning other folks stuff off the floor she had boat things to do. People to talk to. It was a gift not to know how to do these things because it meant that she'd have to ask how. Funny thing was that most folks didn't think her questions were stupid and when they did? She honestly didn't care.
..."
..."
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from a novel in progress by c anne ford 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
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There's no video for this post. We'll there is but I've yet to find a good visual for the song. If you can find a copy of the song Bring on the Rain sung by JoDee Messina? It's a good listen for this post. Otherwise I'd like to suggest a detour.
Go find http://www.somethingwonderful.com/ and see all the comings and goings for Uncle Nate. I found this blog along time ago. I was looking on the Internet late one night. It seemed like the world outside was bleak so I typed the words "something wonderful" into the Google. This blog is what I found. It's missing some of the original portals but there's enough remaining to chase away the gloom.
Hugs,
"...tomorrow's another day..."
Ann
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"...
Something happened. She could feel it. Different. Before when her folks had cut her off or when he'd turned his back, she'd crumpled. Not this time. This time she was still standing. Maybe it was having something. For the first time in her life she had hold of a notion. It didn't belong to anyone but her.
There was alot to do. The boat needed scraping. Her list of things "to do" was growing. Now instead of washing clothes or cleaning other folks stuff off the floor she had boat things to do. People to talk to. It was a gift not to know how to do these things because it meant that she'd have to ask how. Funny thing was that most folks didn't think her questions were stupid and when they did? She honestly didn't care.
..."
..."
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from a novel in progress by c anne ford 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
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There's no video for this post. We'll there is but I've yet to find a good visual for the song. If you can find a copy of the song Bring on the Rain sung by JoDee Messina? It's a good listen for this post. Otherwise I'd like to suggest a detour.
Go find http://www.somethingwonderful.com/ and see all the comings and goings for Uncle Nate. I found this blog along time ago. I was looking on the Internet late one night. It seemed like the world outside was bleak so I typed the words "something wonderful" into the Google. This blog is what I found. It's missing some of the original portals but there's enough remaining to chase away the gloom.
Hugs,
"...tomorrow's another day..."
Ann
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Cloudy days...
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I read this rumor.
Jackie Kennedy was beaten by her husband.
No not John.
Although there are ways to "beat" a woman other than with your fists.
(Whispered gossip about a cheating husband can be just a brutal.)
No, it wasn't John.
He just cheated.
The one I'm talking about was Onassis.
Her second husband.
At least that was the rumor.
Is it true?
I don't know.
I just read it somewhere.
But if it is true, I've got to ask:
Why did she stay?
She was wealthy. Famous.
She had friends who'd take her in.
Why?
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"...
"Do I need therapy?"
His word hung there in the dark like those little "stars" you see as you're about to pass out. At first she thought she'd said them. That inside voice of hers had finally emerged into the real world but, no, he'd said them. The obvious answer was, "Yes." What he'd done, shoving her into the door, was wrong. His anger, that had been building, finally came out into the world. It showed there in his face. I wasn't the anger about work or all the politics, it was anger at her. He really didn't like her. Not at all.
So he shoved all the anger and resentment and her down the hall and into that door.
It was wrong.
She sat and listened to the quiet. Afraid that the wrong answer would do more harm that not saying anything at all, she crawled over to her side of the bed and closed her eyes. Tight. Lying there in the dark, she gave him the only answer she could,
"No. It would get you in trouble."
He couldn't go to therapy. The outside world was in a mess. Where would she go? To her parents? They'd already told her that there was no place for her in their home. She should grow up, handle her own problems, and go back home. All she'd asked was to come visit them but they said no. She'd have to stay because at the moment there was no place else to go. Beside she hardly saw him as it was. He was always busy with work or his important things. As long as there was a hot meal and clean towels in the linen closet, he'd be okay. She'd just stay out of his way.
Keep busy.
...." *
My relationships have been difficult. I'm not sure why but maybe it's because -- I don't know. It's trite to blame my parents but I do think that it began there. No, they didn't hit me. They were way to busy. I was just there. The dumpy kid that never quite met expectations.
If I could draw a picture of it?
It would be my heart sitting on a window ledge. There it sits in that window high up in a tower. The tower surrounded by a moat full of cyinical pirrahna fish. The magic world to lower the bridge guarded by a sphinx. There where the heart of the sphinx should be would be a video screen playing continous showings of "The Merchant of Venice".
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Hugs. If you're lucky enough to have someone who you love? Hug them close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.
"Listen. Do you want to know a secret..."
* from a novel in progress by author, c ann ford. 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
*A from biography of Jackie Kennedy Onassis
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I read this rumor.
Jackie Kennedy was beaten by her husband.
No not John.
Although there are ways to "beat" a woman other than with your fists.
(Whispered gossip about a cheating husband can be just a brutal.)
No, it wasn't John.
He just cheated.
The one I'm talking about was Onassis.
Her second husband.
At least that was the rumor.
Is it true?
I don't know.
I just read it somewhere.
But if it is true, I've got to ask:
Why did she stay?
She was wealthy. Famous.
She had friends who'd take her in.
Why?
.
"...
"Do I need therapy?"
His word hung there in the dark like those little "stars" you see as you're about to pass out. At first she thought she'd said them. That inside voice of hers had finally emerged into the real world but, no, he'd said them. The obvious answer was, "Yes." What he'd done, shoving her into the door, was wrong. His anger, that had been building, finally came out into the world. It showed there in his face. I wasn't the anger about work or all the politics, it was anger at her. He really didn't like her. Not at all.
So he shoved all the anger and resentment and her down the hall and into that door.
It was wrong.
She sat and listened to the quiet. Afraid that the wrong answer would do more harm that not saying anything at all, she crawled over to her side of the bed and closed her eyes. Tight. Lying there in the dark, she gave him the only answer she could,
"No. It would get you in trouble."
He couldn't go to therapy. The outside world was in a mess. Where would she go? To her parents? They'd already told her that there was no place for her in their home. She should grow up, handle her own problems, and go back home. All she'd asked was to come visit them but they said no. She'd have to stay because at the moment there was no place else to go. Beside she hardly saw him as it was. He was always busy with work or his important things. As long as there was a hot meal and clean towels in the linen closet, he'd be okay. She'd just stay out of his way.
Keep busy.
...." *
My relationships have been difficult. I'm not sure why but maybe it's because -- I don't know. It's trite to blame my parents but I do think that it began there. No, they didn't hit me. They were way to busy. I was just there. The dumpy kid that never quite met expectations.
If I could draw a picture of it?
It would be my heart sitting on a window ledge. There it sits in that window high up in a tower. The tower surrounded by a moat full of cyinical pirrahna fish. The magic world to lower the bridge guarded by a sphinx. There where the heart of the sphinx should be would be a video screen playing continous showings of "The Merchant of Venice".
.
Hugs. If you're lucky enough to have someone who you love? Hug them close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.
"Listen. Do you want to know a secret..."
* from a novel in progress by author, c ann ford. 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
*A from biography of Jackie Kennedy Onassis
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Monday, October 25, 2010
LOL
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Uhmm. I'm the daughter of a sailor. Is that the same thing?
I hope so.
Going to check on the boat. The weatherman said that there was 60 mph wind near by. I should be worried but my boat? She's fair. She'll be fine in the hoist.
Matter of fact?
She'd be straining at the tethers for a chance to sail in that wind.
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LOL
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Uhmm. I'm the daughter of a sailor. Is that the same thing?
I hope so.
Going to check on the boat. The weatherman said that there was 60 mph wind near by. I should be worried but my boat? She's fair. She'll be fine in the hoist.
Matter of fact?
She'd be straining at the tethers for a chance to sail in that wind.
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LOL
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