tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825032691298596052024-03-13T13:38:38.127-04:00West Virginia wonderingsThoughts and Ramblings from West VirginiaTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-65252098096592229632016-03-16T12:43:00.000-04:002016-03-16T12:43:53.957-04:00Patiently waitingDepression is the monster that hides under the be or in the closet. No one else can see it, but you know that it is there - waiting for an unguarded moment to jump out and devour you.<br />
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It waits for that one precise moment, like when you've lost your job because the care died and you couldn't find the money to get it fix and now your stressed out and worried about how you're going to make the rent. That moment when you start to feel like a worthless failure is when Depression will reach out and grab you, sinking its' claws as deeply as it can<br />
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Or maybe it will be when a relationship has gone bad and now you feel frightened and alone even though you laugh about finally "being free". Depression will sneak in like a cat sneaking up on the poor oblivious mouse and it will sink its' ragged teeth deep into your soul.<br />
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You'll do things you would never have believed you would do. You'll fill your bed with strangers just so you feel wanted...loved....needed. But it's a lie, you know you are degrading yourself and you are ashamed.<br />
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And Depression sinks those poisonous fangs a little deeper.<br />
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You'll stay in bed and not want to get up. What's to get up for anyway? You have no job, no car, no one that cares. Right?<br />
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No, that isn't right, but the poison Depression has infected you with causes you to believe that there is NOTHING worth getting up for.<br />
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Maybe you'l go to the bars and drink, have a "good" time. Hook up with that ex-boyfriend because he "still feels something" for you and you are so desperate to FEEL anything that you believe him.<br />
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And those horrible poisonous claws of Depression dig just a little deeper into your soul. Its' poison slowly blotting out everything but the pain.<br />
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If you've never suffered from severe depression, you probably have no idea what I am talking about, you probably think I'm just being dramatic. I'm not. If you've never suffered from severe depression you probably think it's easy to "shake it off" and go on because everyone has disappointments in life, every one has things go wrong, it's just a fact of life. Yes, everyone does have disappointments in life and things go wrong for us all, but for someone that suffers from depression it's not a matter of "shaking it off", it's a matter of brain chemistry.<br />
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Severe depression, clinical depression, is an ILLNESS. It is NOT something to be ignored or belittled. People who have been there, people that are STILL there know they can't just "get over it", they know the cruel things people think and say. They know the stigma of the words "mental health issues". The general public WILL NOT let them forget.<br />
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So while dealing with emotions you cannot control, with brain chemistry that is out of balance, with meds that make you tired and/or makes food taste like cardboard, meds that make you sleep or else shoot you into mania, while dealing with all of that you have to deal with people who do not understand and won't be bothered to educate themselves.<br />
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And the monster under the bed grows stronger.<br />
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<br />Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-4265999027854698742015-07-22T07:40:00.000-04:002015-07-22T12:45:57.662-04:00Good ole' Calhoun<div style="font-family: '';">
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You hear a lot about a thing called Christian Charity and Values.</div>
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This part of West Virginia considers itself the South.</div>
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It is NOT!</div>
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Grantsville considers itself a “friendly little town” and a “Christian Community with Christian Values”.<br />
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It is NOT!The past two months have driven home the fact that I am, in the words of a great writer, an “alien in an alien land.”</div>
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With the exception of a brief period of about 10 days, I have been living in my VW Beetle with my two dogs, Bitty, an 8 year old Jack Russell Terrier and Reedus, a four month old Chihuahua. I am considered "disabled” (cancer) and on a limited (very) income. I make $23 too much to get any assistance, with the exception of a whooping ten dollars in food stamps (which, btw, you have to disclose your entire life, up to and including the last time you took a piss (they want it!!) in order to receive them) and not enough to actually live on. Like a fool, I thought the ten day stint was going to be a several month respite, but I was lied to from the beginning and then asked to “reciprocate” for being there AFTER my fur babies lives were threatened. NOT!! Anyway, I had bought food for that place, thinking I was going to be there, as well as toilet paper and such.</div>
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So money is non existent, but the pups have food and water and I am losing the weight that I have been bitching about! (Yeah, there IS an up side to almost everything life throws at you!)</div>
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I did recently spend the night in a tent!! It was good to stretch out for a change, as the doodle bug doesn’t have much “stretch” room even if you are only five foot two inches tall. (doesn’t have much other room either, but we are making do) Anyway, I got a few hours stretched out on the ground with blankets for padding.</div>
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Then it began to rain, which is not unusual this year (Since the beginning of June we have yet to have a four day stretch WITHOUT rain, it’s like living in Southeast Asia, rain, heat, humidity……fun, fun). It wouldn’t have been bad then either, except……..the tent began to leak…..and leak…..and, well no need to go on I suppose. Anyway, we got wet and so did our belongings.</div>
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So, back to the doodle bug it was, and still is.</div>
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Now, in case any of you are wondering what any of this has to do with my introduction, please give me a moment to explain.</div>
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As I said, Grantsville is a little town. It is the county seat of a sparsely populated county in the North Central part of the state. There are some nice folks here. Unfortunately there are more assholes, idiots, backstabbers, trouble makers and self centered hypocrites than any where I have EVER been. I have lived in small towns and big cities as well as out in the country in several states besides this one and NO WHERE have I had the misfortune of encountering such a LARGE number of the above mentioned scum in any one area!</div>
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Many people around here bitch and complain about the “druggies” that make poison in campers, houses, trailers and apartments across the county, then these self same people help the “druggies” get food stamps, medical coverage, stipends and on the rare occasions that they need money for their supplies, jobs. (Yes, I guess if you’re making meth you sometimes need reliable income other than your personal sales) Those complainers will buy stolen property from the druggies, they will let them live in decent properties at an unbelievably cheap price (properties which ultimately get condemned by the Drug Task force), they will watch their “poor little babies” while the druggies PARTY and will, on numerous occasions, post bond when the idiots get busted for manufacturing!!</div>
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But if you are a fifty-five year old single woman who raised FOUR very good, very successful kids, they will talk about you, make up stories about you and flat out do whatever is necessary to make your life harder than it should be.</div>
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Oh, they will offer to rent you a run down trailer in need of floors and windows throughout for $325 a month plus an equal deposit, then turn around and rent it to a meth-head for HALF that!!</div>
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The majority of the supposed GOOD, UPSTANDING, CHRISTIAN (and I use that word in the loosest of forms) people of this community care about one thing and one thing only – THEMSELVES. What they have, what they can get, what people sees, that is ALL that is important!</div>
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The “GOOD WORKS” they do are always things other people can see and comment “OH, HOW CHARITABLE of you” or “WHAT AN GOOD THING YOU’RE DOING”. In other words, if it is NOT a public display of some form it is NOT DONE! Making a public donation to this or that (usually some charity that has never benefitted people around here) so people can see how generous they are instead of renting out a house to someone who desperately needs it. They would rather the house fall down than for someone to get use from it.</div>
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And their “VALUES’ – the things that are valued are MONEY and what it an buy THEM so other people will look at them and think about how “well” they are doing (even if they are in debt up to their eyeballs), the RESPECT they think they get for being so “charitable” or community minded, never mind the fact that the little things, the day to day kindness that is so important is TOTALLY ABSCENT from their lives!!</div>
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IT IS ALL FOR SHOW!! To make people ‘look up’ to them.</div>
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See, that is the heart of the problem here. MISERY, pure and simple. So many “haves” hate the “have not's (only they would deny it to their last breath) because the HAVE NOTS have found something that has eluded the HAVES for generations, They have found a peace and calm that can only be discovered when a person looks deep within themselves.</div>
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The ONLY people who have truly attempted to help me (here) have been THOSE WHO HAVE NO MEANS TO HELP!! The ones that are struggling to keep a roof over their own heads and often wonder where their next meal is coming from, those people have repeatedly offered to share what little they have. The ones driving the new or almost new cars with one, two or three more sitting at home, the ones who have to have all the newest toys with all the bells and whistles, the ones that waste money like it falls from the sky? Well they are the ones that treat me like shit. They act as thought I am LESS than them in some basic way.</div>
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What the majority of these assholes don’t know is (and yes I am tooting my own horn for a second) that I have ALWAYS been the person that would share my meal with someone who has none. I WAS RAISED THAT WAY!! If I have a sandwich and you have none, I will gladly give you half of my sandwich. If I have $10 dollars and a person is hungry or thirsty, I have no problem buying them a burger or a coke or a coffee or whatever. I was raised that we do WHATEVER WE CAN to help one another. That’s why I do the Christmas Card Project and try to help people when they need money for bills or whatever. THAT IS WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSE TO DO!!</div>
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I don’t regret helping anyone I have ever helped, although I do sometimes wish (particularly here lately) that I had half of what I have given. I usually get over that quickly.</div>
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I have a car that keeps the wind and rain off of me, yes it is not a comfortable place to sleep, yes it gets so hot you can’t breathe sometimes, yes I am damned tired of it – BUT IT IS BETTER THAN SOME PEOPLE HAVE IT! And I am so very thankful for that.</div>
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Do I ever say I’m done being good to people? Yes, at least fifty times a day, but I still do it, even though these days it puts me in a bind.</div>
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BECAUSE THAT IS WHO I AM! Love it or hate it, that is just me.</div>
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Do I ever say “I do this stuff for people and what good does it do? What is the point?” YES, on a daily basis lately.</div>
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But I know people have helped me, and I am so very thankful for that!</div>
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Complete strangers collected over $200 and sent it to me this past month. It kept me fed, kept food and water for the pups and put gas in the car for a while. But it is expensive to live in a car – no way to keep things cold unless you buy ice – and on these 96 degree days you have to buy several bags a day. $1.62 x 2 = $3.24 a day for ice, times that by 30 days and it’s $97.20 for ice! That is more than a lot of electric bills ( if you don’t have AC).</div>
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Water is $1.00 a gallon (and we go through more than a gallon a day), times that by thirty and you have $30 for water. </div>
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Oh yeah, I forgot, I live in a state where EVERYTHING is taxed, so there is 6% tax on everything I buy!</div>
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Pup food is .78 a can times 3 cans a day (more if I’m not eating and share my food with them) and you have $2.34 plus tax a day!</div>
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It is expensive. I have no where to put any amount of food/water, I only have a small cooler. I have no access to free drinking water. And we haven’t even talked about my one meal a day or the cost of the storage for my belongings.</div>
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EXPENSIVE!! YUP as much as rent almost!</div>
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I did find a place that is $450 a month with no utilities (doesn’t include a phone). I would have to keep a phone (emergencies, my dad, etc.) and it would cost me $45 (plus tax) a month, so let’s say $48 a month. That would make housing cost $498 a month. Insurance on my car is $65, so now the total is $563, toilet paper, dog food, soap – at least another $120, so that is now $683, that leaves a grand total of $60 a month for food for me and gas for the car. I don’t see that happening, do you?</div>
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Good idea – BUT- my car needs front tires, about $120 USED if I’m lucky, an oxygen sensor, $78, a fuel filter, which is under the back seat so the labor sucks, it will run between $90 and $130 depending on the time needed, a throttle control sensor @ $186 just to be ABLE to leave here. That’s $496 dollars JUST TO BE ABLE TO DRIVE AWAY, never mind finding a way to haul my meager belongings.</div>
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I feel better for getting some of this off my chest. It still doesn’t make the situation better, but I do feel better despite that.</div>
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And I will continue to do what I an for those who need it.</div>
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Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-29277566846698559622015-06-26T09:42:00.000-04:002015-06-26T09:42:05.920-04:00AMERICA, a country that has lost its mind.....<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">You know, there is
a lot of shit going on in my life right now, yet here I sit, quietly plugging
along and knowing it will get better. I
am not bitching and whining (much) to anyone that will listen, or demanding "reparations"
for damages done to me by anyone else (although I do wish some people would
suffer from a permanent case of STFU), nor things that were done to my
ancestors. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">What happened in
Charleston was beyond horrible, nine innocent lives were lost and even more
lives were changed in ways from which they will never recover. It is a tragedy that I will never
belittle. I feel for those who knew and
loved these people, they will suffer a pain that few of us know forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">BUT, people like
Al Sharpton (NO I will never refer to him as a reverend or a preacher or even a
civil liberties leader, I am old enough to remember WHO and WHAT he was, what
he helped to accomplish and how he allowed himself and his morals to be
perverted into the hate mongering racist he is today) and a host of other
leftist idiots have turned this tragedy into yet another media circus. They are exploiting the unimaginable pain of
these families in order to push yet another point of their ignorant, hate based
agenda.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">YES, slavery
happened. YES, the South left the Union
because, in part, of slavery. BUT, there
was issues besides slavery that led to the division of the Union, as anyone who
has EVER studied history realizes. TOTAL CONTROL of everything was one, and although some people meant the Government abolishing slavery, it was more than that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Slavery was NOT
simply white men owning black men, women and children. It was so very, very much more. It was black men selling their enemies and
rivals to white men across the sea. It was white men, and women, taking
advantage of other human beings in order to make their lives easier. It was the total lack of regard for human
life!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">BUT, it wasn’t
something new! Slavery had been around
since Biblical times, it was always a presence in those times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">The large majority
of people in the South DID NOT OWN SLAVES.
Most of us were poor, we didn’t own thousands upon thousands of acres of
land that we farmed, most of us lived on what we could trap, shoot or
grow. We weren’t all hate filled, whip
wielding “Masters” of the plantation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">That time in our
Nation was a horrible, evil time. While
the slaves were laboring in the fields, there were thousands upon thousands of
Native peoples who were having their homes destroyed, being shot, burned or
beaten to death and were fighting back the invasion of the White man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">The Natives of
this country had assisted the whites in becoming established, and in return
entire races were wiped out. Prior to
the Civil War, many of the tribes had been forced to leave the areas that
became the South, just as they had in the areas that became the North.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">By 1861, more
Native peoples had been killed or forced to leave the Eastern part of this country
than the combined number of Slaves in the South at ANY time!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">The horror that
was slavery was equaled and, some say, surpassed by the disease ridden blankets
given to women, children and elderly Natives, by the rape and murder of women
and children, by the horror of witnessing some white skinned man grabbing your
child by the leg, swinging with all of his might and smashing his brains out
against a tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Beatings? Yes, Red peoples were still being beaten to
death by whites AND blacks alike. Rapes? Yup, that too. Hangings?
On a regular basis! Brutality of
unimaginable levels? Yes, each and every
day from the early 1500’s. Brutality on
the white part AND the red part.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Slavery? No, no red slaves, but there were indentured
servants, which is almost the same thing.
There were white men, women and children that were owned, hell there
were white SLAVES that were owned, the law said ONE DROP of black blood made
you a “negro” and you could (and would) be owned. But the Irish, the German, the Welsh, the
Polish, the Italian, etc that indentured themselves (and families) to come to
this country were essentially slaves as well. They had to toil in the fields, the factories and the whorehouses of this countries, as well as in many, many other ways, and they had NO SAY OVER WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Natives peoples
had slaves as well, white ones, black ones and red ones. They saw no color to slavery, only
circumstances. Slavery was here before
the whites arrived. And when the whites
arrived with their slaves, it seemed normal to those who were already here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">The “flag of
Virginia” aka the Rebel Flag is a simple piece of material that has NO bearing
on what was done recently. Hell, the
first Confederate flag was NOT the one everyone is bitching about, it was a
flag called the Stars and Bars (look it up) and was very similar to Old Glory. But none the less, it is a piece of material
that holds no special powers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">The hatred that
prompted recent events is simply that hatred.
It isn’t some spell cast by a symbol of slavery, or a special power held
by a flag. It is a broken person (of
which there are many of ALL colors) perverting something to suit his needs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">And the deal with
Thomas Jefferson? WTF? Has this country lost its collective
mind? He was, regardless of his slave
holdings, an important, powerful man in the history of this country. Without him and his influence this nation may
never have been formed. Hell, the first
five of our Presidents were slave owners when they held office!! Twelve presidents of this country were slave
owners! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Should we get rid
of the statues and portraits of them all?
Should we stop teaching the history of this country because we had 12
slave owning presidents? Oh wait, we HAVE stopped teaching History, and that is part of the problem. Thank you Liberals!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Let’s take a step
farther onto this road of PC idiocy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;">Andrew Jackson was
basically a serial killer by proxy. He
ordered the troops to systematically kill all Native women and children after
massacres in order to complete the extermination of the Red man. He was a genocidal
maniac who not only was responsible for uncountable deaths but also
participated in an estimated 100 duels. Are
the liberals demanding he be removed from history because of his crimes? NO, but when you throw in the fact that he
was a wealthy slave owner he suddenly becomes high on the list to abolish from
our history. He becomes a racist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Why
isn’t anyone in history thought of as racist for their views and treatments of
Native Peoples? Or their treatment of
Irish, or German, or Chinese? When did
racist become a simple black/white issue?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">And
WHY are we turning each and every horrible event into a racist issue? Why do we not hear stories on the National
News channels of blacks killing whites, or Mexicans killing blacks, or Chinese
killing whites? When did race become an
issue ONLY if there is death of someone who is considered black?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I
don’t identify when being white, I never have. I don’t identify with black, I
never have. I don’t even identify with
Native, because I am all of those things. I am a mixture of colors and cultures, of red,
black, and white. Of Native and slave,
of Irish and German. I don’t see hatred
in colors, I don’t see separation, I see people. I see evil, I see stupidity, I see ignorance
in people, not color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I am a
product of the 1960’s, I have seen the treatment of black folks by white folks,
of Natives by black and white, of Vietnam vets by everyone. I have witnessed hatred in many shapes and
sizes, but never seen it as a color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">We,
this country, have descended into an abyss of stupidity pushed by people of ALL
colors. We have stopped feeling
compassion for our own, and by our own I don’t mean our own color, I mean our
own citizens. We take tragedies and make
them the new battle cry for this issue or that one, we exploit the pain and
suffering of families by flashing it across the television and internet like
the latest new music video. We have
become less than human.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The
people in South Carolina are suffering a PRIVATE pain. Now they must sit for hours upon hours while
tens of thousands of STRANGERS parade into the funerals of their loved ones,
not out of compassion, not out of empathy, but for the MEDIA GLORY of being
there. Those strangers never even knew
the victims existed! They didn’t know
them, or their families, or their beliefs, AND THEY DIDN”T CARE UNTIL THOSE
POOR PEOPLE WERE SLAUGHTERED!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">What
the hell is wrong with this country? HOW
have we become so divided and filled with hatred toward one another? WHY are we NOT moving toward unity, but are
moving farther and farther from it each and every day? Why has racism become the hot word of the
day?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">What
about the children that suffer from hunger EVERY DAY right here in this
country? Does it matter what color their
skin is when their bellies growl and cramp because they have no food? What about the men that served this country
in all of the wars we inserted ourselves into?
Does it matter if their skin is red or white or black or yellow when
they lay cold and hungry on the sidewalks of our cities? Does it matter what color someone’s skin is
when they are dying from cancer or HIV or any other of a dozen of death
sentences? Does it matter to YOU? Would YOU only help a child that is
white? Or black? Or would you help ANY child?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Racism
is NOT the problem! The problem is the
media and the few power hungry idiots that insist on getting their faces on the
evening news, not because they owe hundreds of thousands of dollars in taxes,
but because they are spouting hatred for others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Wake
up!! This media circus that happens each
and every time something horrible happens is what PROMPTS more sociopaths to do
these terrible things. Kill a bunch of
people of a different color and go down in history! Yay!
WTF?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Okay,
I’m done. I will say no more on the
subject, except to say that my heart goes out to the families and friends of
those people slaughtered. RIP. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-32310880533385164912012-07-26T04:23:00.001-04:002012-07-26T04:24:42.748-04:00AddictionsSo, when we hear people talk about addictions we automatically think of drugs or alcohol, or is some cases people addicted to the internet, sex or food. What we don't think about is people who, like myself, have become addicted to exercise/health things.<br />
<br />
I admit that I have a new addiction. It hasn't become a problem as of yet, but that is simply because I haven't invested the money to actually have the item of my addiction.<br />
<br />
You see, it's like this. I realize that I'm 52 years old, I know I shouldn't have all of the body issue problems that I have, but what can you do, right? Anyway, there is this infomercial on television that I am addicted to watching. That's strange in and of it's self, but the infomercial is for the <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/insanity.do">Insanity Workout!!</a> Yeah, that's right, a 60 day workout that will either kill you or else get you into the best shape you've ever been in your life. I'm hoping for the later result, but let's be realistic, okay.<br />
<br />
Like I said, I'm 52 years old. That's not exactly a spring chicken, but I'm not entirely over the hill yet either (although I do believe I'm on the down side of it). For me to be seriously thinking about ordering these dvds and actually attempting to do a workout that thousands of people years younger than I am could not do speaks volumes about my sanity! (Okay E. stop laughing now)<br />
<br />
I'm not at all sure that I can do this stupid workout, it looks like some type of medieval torture retinue, but, if the result are actually as amazing as they seem to be I'm willing to give it a try. (Not to mention that there is a money back guarantee if you find you can't do it.) So, I'm going to order INSANITY WORKOUT and give it a shot. It should be here in about a week or so, I'll let you know when I get it and how things go. (Y'all can encourage me, at least it would be nice if you did! LOL)<br />
<br />
DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-44457994390743940342012-07-17T18:24:00.000-04:002012-07-17T18:29:39.038-04:00SUMMER OF DARKNESSWell, it's the 17th of July and I've had electricity for almost three days in
a row!!! Yay me!!<br />
<br />
For those of you that don't know, West Virginia was hit with a massive
wind/thunder storm on the evening of June 29th. That storm left over 680,000
homes/businesses without power. Now that in an of itself is bad enough, but
some of us were left powerless (in many ways) for over two weeks!! For those of you that DON'T realize, living in the hills of West Virginia, in the country, no power means NO WATER, yes folks, you need power to run a water pump!! Surprise, surprise!!<br />
<br />
To make things even worse, there was NO ICE in a four county area!!! Yeah, you need power to keep ice from melting, who knew? And the gasoline supply DISAPPEARED the day after the storm....people with generators NEEDED the gas, and there were a bunch of idiots that were just wanting to "top off the tank" just in case the power didn't come on!! WTF?<br />
<br />
I didn't have power for 13 days, then they fixed the lines and I had power
for about 34 hours and it was off again. The second time was only for around 16
hours, but after the ordeal I and many others had survived, that 16 hours was a
horrid reminder of what it was like to survive the Summer of Darkness!!<br />
<br />
As I sit here now, listening to the thunder booming in the distance, I am
left with the nagging dread that our Summer of Darkness is not over. We are
suppose to have thunderstorms for the next 3 - 4 days and that means lightening
and probably strong winds. Since our wonderful power company, Mon Power,
refuses to cut right of ways, it probably means that we will have to endure at
least a few more days sitting and sweating in the sweltering heat. I hope I'm
wrong, but I wouldn't bet that I am!!<br />
<br />
I try to find humor in every situation, but this situation has stripped most
of my humor from me. But I'll try to come up with something to make you at
least giggle.<br />
<br />
THINGS TO DO IN WEST VIRGINIA DURING A POWER OUTAGE IN JULY<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drink water</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Pour water over your head</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Curse and scream at the power company</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Drink<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>water</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Make a food run</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Cry and scream when forced out of air conditioned car once you
reach the store</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Fight for the last loaf of bread and three slices of lunch
meat</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">11.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Stand in line for an hour</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">12.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Fry butt cheeks sitting on car seat after waiting in line for an
hour</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">13.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">14.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Curse at the car AC for not being cold enough</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">15.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Have to be forcibly removed from car once you’ve returned home</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">16.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Eat lukewarm sandwich</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">17.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Drink Water</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">18.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Curse some more</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">19.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">20.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Make pallet on porch so you can sleep in the “cooler” air</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">21.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Lie awake worrying about local bear/possum/raccoon/coyotes</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">22.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">23.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>Give up sleeping because you almost piss yourself at every rustle
of leaves</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">24.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span>SWEAT and prepare to repeat!</div>
<br />
On those few days when it does rain you should do the following:<br />
<br />
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>SWEAT<br />
<br />
2<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Pray the rains lasts
till it’s dark so you can strip down naked and take a “nature shower” on<br />
your porch<br />
<br />
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Sit in doorway and watch
rain<br />
<br />
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>SWEAT<br />
<br />
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Pray the rain cools it
down<br />
<br />
<span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Give up and try to sleep
in your 100 degree bedroom<br />
<br />
<o:p>So now to give you the giggle......... My friend Esther gave me a one
use grill, you know the kind, they are made of foil and have charcoal that has
been treated....you just light it and let it burn down, then twenty minutes
later you have a nice bed of coals to cook on. Anyway, Esther gave me this
grill and I had some hot dogs and some canned chili....so I lit the grill, let
it burn down, opened the chili and put it on the grill to get warm. Then it
began to thunder......and thunder.....and thunder.....and RAIN.</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>Now for those of you that DON'T realize, charcoal doesn't burn that well
in the rain!! So, I, being the crafty little bitch that I am, grabbed my HUGE
umbrella, ran out to the yard, opened the umbrella and sat it on the ground with
a rock keeping the handle in place, and then I proceeded to cook my chili, grill
my hot dogs and eat supper, sitting half under an umbrella in the pouring
rain!! Necessity really IS the Mother of invention!!</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>We were FINALLY able to get ice about a week after the lights went out.
That made it possible to actually KEEP some lunch meat and stuff cold!! Let me
tell you, lunch meat that has sat in the cooler for two hours smells SO much
better than ANY type of meat that has been in the heat (well over 100 for five
days in a row) for ANY length of time!!!</o:p><br />
<o:p></o:p><br />
<o:p>WAYS TO TELL IF YOUR LUNCH MEAT HAS GONE "OFF":</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>1. Smells much like your oldest sons tennis shoes after a long, hot game
of basketball</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>2. Cats try to hork up a furball instead of tasting</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>3. Dogs gag at the scent</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>Now I NEVER had any of the above happen during this entire ordeal, but
then again, I didn't buy more than a few pieces of lunch meat at a time....it
was one of those One Meal At A Time Purchase things for me! It was expensive,
but I didn't have to listen to the cats horking!!</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>On the serious side, I want to personally thank the Emergency responders
here in Calhoun County, as well as the Head of the Emergency Management Team,
Kathy Wood. I would also like to say thank you to the men and woman of the
National Guard who delivered water and MRE's to people in the outlaying area.
Without all of those wonderful people, who gave of their time and energy and
worked tirelessly to make sure the citizens of this county were safe, many
people would have lost their lives! Days of 100 plus temps, no water or food
would have killed more than a few of us!!</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>Thank you all and God Bless you!!</o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p>Dodadaghovi</o:p>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-66857794800558326062012-04-12T12:31:00.000-04:002012-04-12T12:31:14.274-04:00Weather????Well, yesterday at 12 noon it was all of 39 degrees, today at 12:28 it's 60!!<br />
<br />
That's not too unusual, unless of course you consider the fact that we've had 80 degree weather already this year!! Yes, 80 degrees in March, 39 degrees in April!! We have flowers that have bloomed, trees that have budded, berries that were already starting to bud out.....and last night it was all of 28 degrees!!!<br />
It's already flooded twice this Spring, and now there is no rain in sight!<br />
<br />
Hot/cold, wet/dry....hmmmmm, I do believe I understand what Mother Nature is going through!!<br />
<br />
You see, I'm a middle aged woman and I understand the changes that take place in an older woman's life! Mother Nature is going through MENOPAUSE!!<br />
<br />
Yup, that explains it all. The heat fluctuations, the wild swings in moisture, the wondering what will happen next. Yup, it's definitely Menopause!!<br />
<br />
I actually feel sorry for the old girl. I can totally relate to feeling as though you've been doused in hot pepper oil and then dropped in lava. The feeling of your insides heating up, not burning like indigestion, but actually heating up, and that feeling spreading from the core of your body to your legs, your arms, you feet, your hands, you fingers, your toes. Then, for no known reason, your skin feels as though it's been dipped in ice water, your skin moves of it's own accord, leaving a dense trail of chill bumps that cause your nipples to tighten and your hair to move around like demented snakes!<br />
<br />
No wonder we've been having thunderstorms, tornadoes and high winds. I know it pisses me off when I have all of the above symptoms. But of course I couldn't cause twisting winds to tear a 20 mile trail of destruction, but still, I can understand! At different times in my life I have actually felt as though I could cause a 20 mile trail of destruction! (We are ALL lucky that I can't!!!)<br />
<br />
Anyway, it seems that Mother Nature is having a mid life crisis of some type and we, the poor creatures that walk this earth, are paying for it! Maybe she'll calm down soon......or maybe we should put in a call to Father Time and let him deal with it!!<br />
<br />
Until next time, stay safe and be sure to let your loved ones know you love them.<br />
<br />
DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-7229531332620750512012-04-10T11:56:00.002-04:002012-04-10T11:56:52.950-04:00Red, red, red.....So, today is April 10 and there are 9 more days until my birthday!!!! Yay me!! NOT!<br />
<br />
Anyway, today I'm going to give blood. Not only is it a good thing to do, but maybe the Red Cross will quit calling every day! For some reason they seem to think I should just install a tap and let them drain it at will. I get at least three calls a week from the Red Cross. They've even called me the day after I gave a pint!! WTH??? I'm beginning to think that I've created a monster!!<br />
<br />
You see, I have "good blood" (don't ask me, I'm just quoting the lady at the RC) and they WANT it!!! YES, they are addicted to my "good blood". Of course, the fact that they can get a pint from me in under 7 minutes doesn't hurt any. NO, it's not that my blood is thin, it's that my veins are "good" (once again, don't ask, I have no idea).<br />
<br />
After getting three calls in one week from the blood suckers at the RC, I began to wonder if perhaps there was some blood hungry monster somewhere who could only be satisfied by MY blood!! Perhaps it's all the spicy/sweet foods that I eat! Maybe he/she has a sweet tooth (fang?) and craves this good old red blooded southern sugar addicts blood!! Or maybe he/she is a Oriental blood sucker and, because I eat soooooo much Oriental food (the real stuff, not just the Americanized junk you get at China Gate) I remind him/her of the good old times in the Qin Dynasty!<br />
<br />
Maybe I should eat more garlic??<br />
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Or maybe they are using my good old American blood, with it's liberal mix of Native American, Black, Irish and German, to create some Super Race of smart asses!! Just imagine it, the world over run with wise cracking smart asses with huge vocabularies!!! What a world that would be!! You would have to watch every word you say lest you leave a huge opening for some sarcastic insult to be flung your way!! Oh the horror, the horror!!!<br />
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Even worse than that, they could be using my blood to make some type of night dwelling hybrid that survives solely on dark chocolate, peanut butter, spicy food, sweet tea, classic rock and nicotine!!! These dark entities would creep around your house searching for cigarettes and vinyl!!<br />
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Okay, enough of that!<br />
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Giving blood is a very important thing to do! You could save a life! You could save MY life (Stop laughing! You know you'd miss me if I were gone!!) Thousands of people need blood every day! It's the only truly renewable resource we have!!! No matter how many times we give blood, these amazing bodies of ours will make more! <br />
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So, if you have a few minutes, you are a healthy person NOT on multiple medications and you are feeling charitable, contact your local Red Cross and donate!!<br />
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Until next time!<br />
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Dodadaghovi!!Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-78714074709982440622012-03-16T11:35:00.000-04:002012-03-16T11:35:39.412-04:00Spring has sprung.....Spring peepers are singing, flowers are starting to bloom and the robins are hopping around the yard like insane little worm robbers. Those are just a few of the signs of Spring.....the BETTER signs of Spring......I, unfortunately, am the unwilling possessor of one of the WORSE signs of Spring.........a sinus infection!!<br />
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Yes folks, I have a raging Sinus Infection, complete with the congestion AND running nose, the blinding headache and the disgusting YUCK draining down my throat every time I try to sleep!!! And, as if that isn't enough, I'm now sneezing because the trees are now budding out!!<br />
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Have you EVER woke up in the middle of the night, throat clogged with, well let's just use YUCK, head booming like a bass drum, nose running like a Sugar Tree, eyes aching and then begin to SNEEZE??? It's NOT a pretty sight......last night I sat up, hair poofed out around my head like an explosion of blond hair, eyes red and watery, making that noise we all make when we try to clear our throat and then a sneeze erupted from me with a sound something akin to an insane coyote in heat! My poor little Jack Russell Terror shot up from the chair, looked around wildly and began to bark, then whine, then bark. My "I should have been a Lion" Grey Kitten shot straight into the air like she had been shot from a cannon in a Circus and my Socially Handicapped Emmy started crying and whining like she does when Wacker, the large yellow Tom Cat From Hell, swats her.<br />
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Of course this tragic comedy that was taking place in my living room caused me to start to laugh, well, make a sound that passes for laughing when you wake up at 3 a.m. with a splitting headache, clogged pipes, watery eyes and a nose twitching from a pollen attack. My croak of laughter only served to piss off the varied and sunder animal life in my house. The Jack Russell Terror turned her back to me and actually growled (something she doesn't do very often), the Would Be Lion proceeded to run through the house as though she had a crawdad attached to her tail, the Socially Handicapped Pup started barking like an idiot and the Wacker Cat started to sharpen his claws while staring at me.......I know he was blaming me for the unwanted interruption of his middle of the night peace and plotting my bloody death should it ever happen again.<br />
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So, fearing for my life, or rather for my skin, I decided to get up and make me a cup of hot tea. Yeah, good, strong, hot tea will clear my throat and perhaps relax me. If nothing else, it will at the very least, keep the Wacker Cat from filleting me alive.<br />
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After fixing my tea, I stepped out onto the back porch to enjoy some fresh Spring air and listen to the Peepers scream, errr sing. It was the most enjoyable part of my day so far. <br />
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Anyway, I came back inside, browsed around the Internet, caught up on a couple of episodes of Dexter and pondered the meaning of life as a single middle aged woman (in other words dozed for a while, wondered why I wasn't in a relationship and then promptly celebrated that fact!).<br />
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You see, I'm just your average, middle aged woman, relatively happy with my life and perfectly satisfied with NOT having a relationship....well, other than with the various and sunder 4 legged "people" that are in my life at the moment. So all in all, Life is good!<br />
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Other than the fact that I'm suffering with a raging headache, stuffy head, running nose, red eyes, clogged throat, sneezing like a maniac and fearing for my life because of a large yellow cat with homicidal tendencies!<br />
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So, if you don't hear from me in a week or two, send a rescue team, a heavily armed rescue team!!<br />
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DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-27366570605138453962012-01-12T23:54:00.000-05:002012-01-12T23:54:39.121-05:00Sooooo.......it's a new year and I haven't posted yet......Well, it's twelve days into the new year and this is the first time I've posted. I don't know if I'm getting forgetful in my old age, or just lazy......a little of both I do believe!<div><br />
</div><div>We're suppose to get plastered with the first REAL storm of the year, so far it's just been wind and rain, although it did start snowing a little bit a while ago. Hopefully it won't last long, because, as you all know.....I HATE SNOW!!!!!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I've been going to sings lately, which is good. I need to get out more, but without a car it's difficult. I'm going to be doing more as the year progresses, but for now, I depend on others to get me where I need/want to go. Anyway, I've gotten some good pictures and I will be posting them soon.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'll get back to y'all as soon as I have something interesting/funny to say. Or when I have some pictures ready....either way, it won't be too long before you see me again.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Later</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dodadaghovi</div><div><br />
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</div>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-52559929006196855342011-12-14T16:04:00.000-05:002011-12-14T16:04:07.598-05:00In the spirit of the Christmas Season.....So, usually I complain, or joke, or bitch or just make you cry, but today I'm asking a HUGE favor!!<br />
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I am not able to do much this Christmas for anyone, which I'm sure many of you realize what I mean with things being the way they are in the world today. One thing I CAN do however, is try to make someone's Christmas brighter! Sooooo.....here's what I'm doing!<br />
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I visited <a href="http://www.wishuponahero.com/">Wish Upon A Hero</a> and got some names and addresses of people who are wishing for nothing more than a few Christmas cards this season. Most of them are in less than desirable circumstances, a few of the stories will break your heart. What I've done is compiled a list of people to send to, and now I'm asking for assistance in making sure these folks get some cards this year!!<br />
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Please, choose someone or everyone from the list, send them a card and then, if you would please, let me know who you are sending to so that I can make sure everyone has at least a few cards this year!! Thank you in advance!! Merry Christmas and God Bless!!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Angela Peddle<br />
Poplar Rd<br />
Corner Brook NL AZH 4T6 Canada<br />
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She is home bound and on a feeding tube. She would love some pictures from where ever you are from and letters. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Savanna </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
670 E Olde Lyme Rd<br />
Shelton WA 98584<br />
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She is four years old, her father is a disabled veteran and she told him all she wanted for Christmas was some cards in the mail! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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The Bethany Care Center </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Level 6<br />
Patricia Stang<br />
916 18 A St<br />
Calgary Alberta Canada T2N 2E5<br />
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Patricia has stage 4 liver cancer. Her family is requesting cards, pictures, well wishes to help make her remaining days brighter. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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John Bablar </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
2309 Fairway Dr. N<br />
Moorhead MN 56560<br />
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John is turning 70 right before Christmas and a former student, Victoria, is requesting birthday cards and Christmas cards, hopefully he will get 70 birthday cards by his birthday!! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Victoria McWilliams </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
4566 Doming Road<br />
Fargo ND 58103<br />
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Victoria and her husband helped grant over 300 wishes for people that were going through rough times, illnesses, loss.....now her husband has cancer and she is trying her best to care for him. She is asking for some Christmas cards to help cheer him up, she would also like new or used DVD's (I have a list) and a few things for her husband....she has a Wal-Mart wish list, if you're interested....nothing on it is expensive.....she wants, more than anything, to have a "date night" with her husband ....watching a movie they haven't seen before and maybe eating some snacks...while he is still well enough to enjoy it. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The wish list is at:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.walmart.com/giftregistry/gr_detail.do?registryId=86180041302" target="_blank">www.walmart.com/giftregistry/gr_detail.do?registry</a><br />
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The Childress Family </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
1952Gleaton Rd<br />
Pope MS 38658<br />
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Son Larry, 14 and daughter Chloe 10. Mother would like to receive some cards for her children. Violent marriage, messy divorce, trying to raise the kids alone and not having any money....she would love it if there were a surprise or two for the kids, although all she's asking for is maybe a gift card from the dollar tree or somewhere that they could get some things to pack in their school lunches.....she would love to receive a gift card from Wal-Mart to help pay for several electric heaters that they need. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Donna </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
204 E 15th Ave<br />
Apt 3<br />
Post Falls Idaho 85854<br />
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Donna recently lost her father and is suffering from severe depression...she can't go see her remaining family and is facing a Christmas alone thinking that there is no one left on earth that cares. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span>She is disabled and unable to get to her family.<br />
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Musser Family </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
PO Box 629<br />
Piolet Knob MO 63663<br />
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They have, I believe 5 children....they lost their home and just now gotten into another one....things are tough and they need some cheer!!! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Todd Beller </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
126 SW 148th St<br />
C100<br />
Seattle WA 98166<br />
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Todd has no remaining family and his girl friend wants to show him that even though there is no family left, there are many people that care. She is requesting Christmas cards. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">LIBBY NEWSOME<br />
15445 ROYCROFT ST<br />
ROSEVILLE, MI 48066</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Her family surrounds her but ignores her, though her grandson and his wife usually go to visit her.<span> </span>This year they are both working and in school, so they can’t go.<span> </span>She is not in very good health and is alone most of the time.<span> </span>ANY type of card would cheer her day!!<span> </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Linda Pumphrey<br />
1713 16th ave<br />
Beaver Falls, PA 15010</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b> <div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Back in April// May, she ended up really sick and in and out of the hospital. Before she went in the last time she was able to walk short distances and such. Now she is total care, she is so depressed and maybe if we sent her a Christmas card to lift up her spirits a bit, it would help her. </span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b> <div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lassiter<br />
4422 Bledsoe Street<br />
Westmoreland, TN 37186</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This young woman was in an extremely abusive marriage, abuse to both she and the kids….finally got the courage to leave….is living on assistance and food stamps and hopefully the community assistance will help her with the bills for now.<span> </span>Here is a brief message from her:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you so very much for your offer! You are truly being a hero to my children! It would be great if you could send something small for them...but if not the card itself is wonderful! Elliana isn't old enough to know the difference so my main concern as far as a small gift is more for Devin and Dominick. My children are:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Devin age 8 this Thursday<br />
Dominick age 4 in January<br />
Elliana age 10 months</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Hanna Haleigh Cheyenne and Steven Hawkins<br />
1001 Ambrose Ave<br />
E Liveprool OH 43920</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Broke mother…kids love cards.<span> </span>The boy is 18 months so he won’t remember but the girls are 6, 4, and 5!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Logan Long<br />
W5902 Pheasant Dr.<br />
New Lisbon, WI 53950</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">My youngest will celebrate his 11th birthday...two days after Christmas. With it being so close to the holidays it kinda takes most of the excitement away from his 'special day'. I think it would be fantastic if he could get lots of surprises in the mail! Cards, stickers and such!<span> </span>He checks the mail every day when he comes home from school!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Christopher Carswell </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">145 Myers Hill Road </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Brunswick, GA, 31523</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Christopher is 13 years old. He has been fighting since before he was born...<br />
He has had multiple hand reconstructive surgeries. He has had tonsil and adenoid surgery - it went wrong and he had a feeding tube for a while. At some point in his life he had a stroke.<span> </span>He also has horrible seizures and is on a heavy medication regiment.<span> </span>He received his Service Dog in 2010.<span> </span>Please send this young man some joy for the holidays!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">William Freed</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">427 N. Pierce St.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lima OH<span> </span>45801</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">He is 71 years old, lives alone and is very ill.<span> </span>Christmas wishes are needed badly!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Orra Beebe</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">219 Ming St</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Warrensburg MO 64093</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This young man doesn’t believe that there is any Christmas Spirit left out there.<span> </span>Let’s prove him wrong.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sharon Phelps </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">10419 Tyson Road </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Orlando Fl 32832</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Message from her daughter:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">My mom is getting older and I want to show her that there are still people with the Christmas spirit! I am not telling her they are on the way I just want her to open her mailbox and have Christmas Cards from everywhere! I know this will brighten her season!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Geri LaFauci<br />
103 Whittlesey Ave<br />
West Orange, NJ 07052</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Message from the lady requesting this: Yesterday she broke my heart. She asked me if I sent out my Christmas cards yet to family and friends, I have not. Then she went on to say that I am the only one she gets one from and she looks forward to my card, she gets excited when it comes. She is a very nice woman who would do anything she could for anyone and very religious. I do what ever I can for her such as taking her out shopping, to the doctor, over to eat, ect... I would love for her to get flooded with Christmas cards from all over. I know this would be the best Christmas gift anyone could ever give her. Heroes, lets make her Christmas one to remember. Thank you and Merry Christmas to All.</span></span></b>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-54160289560751987682011-12-01T23:37:00.001-05:002011-12-01T23:38:18.333-05:00You're gonna laugh till you pee....A friend of mine posted the following on our FACEBOOK group!! After rolling around laughing to the point that my dogs were actually worried about me, I left her a message telling her I was going to blog this!! So here it is, in it's entirety. Thanks to Laura for posting!!!<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. <br />
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My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. <br />
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It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) <br />
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So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! <br />
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Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. <br />
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With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! <br />
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I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious... Do I hear crashing drums??? <br />
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Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. <br />
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I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. <br />
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Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? <br />
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Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. <br />
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I see the hair. <br />
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The hair that should be on the strip. <br />
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I touch. I am touching wax. <br />
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CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. <br />
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Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. <br />
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DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*? <br />
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Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut! <br />
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I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself, "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! <br />
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I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!! <br />
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I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. <br />
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Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. <br />
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So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied my self to the porcelain!! <br />
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God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! <br />
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I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and 'who-ha' are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" <br />
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There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?" <br />
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She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. <br />
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While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! <br />
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By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. <br />
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My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! <br />
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The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. <br />
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It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" <br />
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I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. <br />
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I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair......... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE......... ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!! <br />
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So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. <br />
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Nothing hurts. <br />
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I could have amputated my own leg at this point. <br />
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Next week I'm going to try hair color......</span></i></span></h6>Later y'all!!<br />
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DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725392386129635315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-45042430207980873802011-10-24T12:37:00.000-04:002011-10-24T12:37:57.833-04:00Offensive??SOOOOOO, as some of you (all of you??) may know, I can be sort of vulgar, and I have a very twisted sense of humor! There in lays the problem!<br />
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I set up a "fictional character" page in the wonderful land of <b>FAKEBOOK</b> (also known as Facebook) in order to <b>NOT</b> offend some of my friends that don't appreciate my sense of humor, sense of the absurd and down right orneriness! On that page, which has a <b>HUGE</b> warning that says "<b>OVER 18 ONLY! DO NOT ENTER if you are under 18 or a PRUDE</b>", I post stuff that I don't post on the personal page. Some of it is down right awful, but not violent or overly sexual....mostly poking fun at the absurdity of people and the way they act/speak. <br />
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Anyway....Last night I was spammed by some asshole that thought it would be cool to post something about a new porn site that is opening. As soon as I saw that post, I deleted and blocked him. This morning someone thought that something I had posted was tasteless and sick, which it was, and they reported me. Okay, that's their right. <b>BUT,</b> it is my right to post what I want as long as it isn't in violation of the policies that are listed with FB. <br />
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<b>IF SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE IT SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME TO MY PAGE!!!</b><br />
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Now the fact that I'm blocked from FB doesn't really bother me that badly. What bothers me is that the <b>TROLLS </b>out there randomly pick someone (in this case ME) and go troll their page, purposely <b>LOOKING</b> for something that offends them!! <b>TO ME THAT IS OFFENSIVE!!! </b><br />
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What has this country, hell the world, come to that people are allowed to determine what is or isn't offensive? I don't post anything graphic, I don't insult religions or ethnic groups, I don't pick out <b>ANY</b> groups to insult or make fun of! I find cartoons and/or stupid signs and post them! I make fun of the <b>HUMAN RACE</b> and the depths of stupidity that we have fallen to!!<br />
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People that purposely look around for something that offends them need to realize that they are <b>DOING THE SAME THING THE NAZIS DID IN GERMANY! NO ONE</b> has the right, not by law, to decide what is or isn't offensive. The courts can decide, the majority can decide, but <b>NOT ONE PERSON!</b> And for FB to block my account because of <b>ONE </b>complaint....that's friggin' ridiculous!<br />
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The person that decided that I offended her was neither <b>ASKED nor INVITED </b>to come to my page nor was she <b>SPAMMED</b>. She came under her own volition, probably because she was looking for someone's cheerio's to piss in! Unfortunately she choose my little corner of the world as the perfect place to pee!<br />
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There are M<b>ANY</b> things out there that offend me. <b>YES</b>, I do speak my mind about them from time to time, but I don't go looking for things that may or may not be offensive. I am not the <b>WORD POLICE!!</b> If I were there are <b>MANY</b> things that would be <b>BANNED</b> from <b>LIFE,</b> not just from <b>FAKEBOOK!</b><br />
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Somehow I have been left out of the <i><b>"HOLIER THAN THOU"</b></i> club, yet another thing that I am thankful to God for, and I don't <b>EVER</b> plan on trying to gain admittance! I believe that as long as you are <b>NOT </b>promoting hate of <b>ANY </b>type then you have a right to say what you think or repeat something that you find humorous.<br />
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My page went from having 4 people to having over a thousand in just under14 hours! <b>MOST</b> all of the people that have been there have liked what I say/post and they check back a few times a day in order to see what type of trouble I am in now. <b>THIS ONE SHOULD REALLY CRACK THEM UP!</b> And, unfortunately, it will also piss most of them off. That's the one sad fact that can not be overlooked. This person's actions has affected many more people than her intended target (me) and they will be angry and some may say somethings that even I don't agree with. But everyone has to live with the consequences of their actions.....me included.<br />
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Okay, done bitchin!<br />
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Y'all have a good one!!<br />
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DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-2388833804063956892011-10-16T10:40:00.002-04:002012-03-06T00:41:51.849-05:00Waking up to a tear stained pillow.....<div class="MsoNormal">I woke up this morning to a tear stained pillow. I lay there, my eyes closes, wishing I were still asleep, because when I’m asleep I feel no pain.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wish my Mother were still alive, I need to feel her arms around me. But she passed over to the other side many years ago, and no amount of wishing will ever bring her back. I need her right now, I need to hear her voice, I need to feel her love, but all I have is a house empty of people in which four legged creatures run and play, obvious to the dark, tortured thoughts that roam around in my head.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My Mother and I fought a lot, hell, we didn’t fight, we waged war against one another. For many years just being in close proximity of the two of us was enough to cause damage to your ears, and possible to your sensibilities. I never understood, and still to this day don’t understand, why I was bounced around so much when I was growing up. I’m a Mother, I have four children of my own, and I couldn’t send even one of those children away to live with someone else when they were just a child with no understanding of life or how things should be in a family. But through it all I knew that my Mother, although she could be hard and cold and distant, loved me. And when I became an adult, I visited her as often as I could, making certain that she knew I loved her and needed her in my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have four children, and I love each of them for being my children. But the are adults now and they make choices, or do things, that I don’t think is right. I don’t always like the people they have become, I don’t always agree with the choices they make or the things that they do. But I love them, each of them, with a love that I can’t begin to explain. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am proud of my children, regardless of the things that they do that hurt me or that I disagree with.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am proud of my oldest son for taking care of his family, for working hard even though he is on a different shift every week or two, and for loving his sons and being there for them. He is a good man, a good husband and most of all a good Father. I know he is busy, I know money is tight and he can’t afford to travel much, being the Father of three sons takes a lot of your time and most of your money. I can accept that, and although it hurts me to never get to see him or his wife or my precious grandsons, the pain is not a sharp, bitter pain, it is a pain accompanied with pride for the man he has become.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My oldest daughter has caused me some emotions that I can’t begin to explain. She is the oldest of them all and I fought to have and to keep her. Although she drives me crazy on more occasions than I care to admit, she holds a special place in my heart that none other could ever fill. And while I’m not always proud of the decisions she makes, I do try to understand why and accept that she is doing what she feels is the best. She is the Mother of four wonderful children and has made some decisions that I would never have made, but she is strong, she is beautiful and she is, at the core of it all, a good Mom. I am proud that she has left an abusive relationship after many years I just wish she could have done it differently. She causes me pain from time to time, but she is, in many ways, a woman that I admire and one that I like. I love her for being who she is, even if I don’t always agree with her. I would love to see her and the grand-kids, but life has taken that possibility from me for now.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My youngest daughter is, although she wouldn’t admit it, more like me than her siblings. She has a tender heart and, unfortunately, it shows more than it should. She’s not afraid to cry, although she gets angry with herself when she does, she works hard and she knows where she is going in life, or at least she has a general sense of the direction in which she is heading. She’s a junior in college and she’s planning on going on for a higher degree, perhaps even a doctorate. She’s tenacious, she’s funny, she has a sense of self that is unwavering. I am so proud of her and all that she is trying to accomplish. I miss seeing her; I wish that I had a way to go to her, or that her schedule allowed her to come home more often. But she works hard, she studies harder and she’s a very busy woman, but she calls when she can and she always makes me laugh. She and I share secrets that no one else is privy to, we will hear or see something that will make us laugh even though everyone else thinks we are crazy. She is my baby girl and, no matter how old she grows, how important she becomes, she will always be my Mouse and I will always think of her as the baby.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then there is my youngest son. What can I say about him? Well, I’m proud of his talent, he’s a very talented songwriter and singer/musician. He makes a good living and he has a nice wife. He is the reason I woke up on a tear stained pillow. I won’t say anything more about him, because I’m angry and hurt and I don’t want to say something that I can never take back. I will say that I love him and he will always the little boy that sang “Barned in the USA” to the radio every time we went somewhere. I love him. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I realize that I am damaged. I realize that I have expectations that will never be fulfilled, a need for love that causes me to make mistakes that cause me pain and a too tender heart that gets damaged at even the tiniest slight. But I have a core of steel, a will to go on and a never-ending enthusiasm that gets me through even the toughest of times.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But there are days, days like today, when the darkness threatens to swallow me whole, leaving behind not a trace of the woman I try to be. Days like today I feel like the hollowed out shell of a Jack O’ Lantern sitting on a porch in October. It looks as it should, it will entertain you, it will keep you company with it’s warm glow on a cold Autumn night, but it’s empty and hollow inside. The smiling face and warm eyes are only an illusion, a fantasy spun from emptiness and the light from a candle that will soon burn out.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am that Jack O Lantern, I am empty and hollow inside, there is nothing left. The light that used to be mine has been replaced with an artificial glow that I give to those that expect it. The smile isn’t real, nor is the light in the eyes. My season, like that of the Jack O Lantern, will pass too quickly and fade into memory.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dodadaghovi</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-24880604193810362292011-10-11T15:20:00.021-04:002011-10-16T10:38:26.400-04:00The splendor of Autumn<div class="MsoNormal">The beauty of the mountains splotchy with the colors of Autumn, the way the light plays off of the water, the looking glass clear reflections that seem so surreal, touch my very soul. There is something about the splendor of the mountains that awakens the child in me. I feel younger, I feel invincible……I feel alive.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is nothing like Autumn in the South, particularly in the mountains, hills, dales and hollers of West Virginia. The Oaks, the Poplars, the Sycamores and the Pines each add their own unique signature to the hillsides as they insist on one last blast of glory before fading into the rest of Winter. The Pines, whose beauty shines year round, display such splendid hues of green they seem to be competing with the amber, gold, auburn, cinnamon, and scarlet of the other less fortunate trees.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Even the water seems to want to play with the hues and textures of Autumn. The greens and browns of the underwater plants and mosses seem to burst forth from crystalline water in an understated symphony for the eyes. One only has to pause for a moment and look into a reflecting pool of water to see the almost imperceptible struggle between the underwater world and the rapidly changing world of trees.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">The scenery changes so rapidly that it is possible to miss some of the raging glory of colors unless one is diligent in their observations. Only a few days ago I had the pleasure of taking some wonderful Autumn pictures, yesterday I once again traveled the very same roads only to find that the palette of colors have once again shifted in the continuing dance of death that we call Fall.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here are a few of my new pictures:</div><br />
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Until next time, Dodadaghovi.Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-61991807112268216862011-10-09T11:50:00.001-04:002011-10-09T11:55:49.878-04:00Things my mother never taught me, but should have!As I grow older (and older, and older) I realize that there are a few things that my Mother should have taught me, but for some reason she never did! When I have those "<i>Ah-hah</i>" moments, I pause and wonder if I taught my children all of the things that they will need to live a successful, "I refuse to pay a plumber" type of life.<br />
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You see, I recently moved. I'm living in a trailer deep in a hollow out in the middle of nowhere in West Virginia. It's not all that bad, except for the "not having a way to the store because I don't have a car" thing. The dogs have plenty of room to run, I can shoot squirrel from my back porch and most people have no idea where I am these days (I count the last one as a plus!).<br />
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The only thing I can really complain about is the fact that I have been having issues with water leaks! Lots and lots of water leaks......leaks from the pipes, leaking faucets, and, the one that is really driving me crazy, a leaking bathtub drain!<br />
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Hopefully I have all the leaking pipes fixed, and my landlord is suppose to fix the faucets, but he lives in another state and won't be here for a week or so. The one that is driving me crazy (crazier?) is the leaking bathtub drain. For those of you that have lived in a trailer, you realize that there is basically no way to reach the bathroom pipes unless the whole kit and caboodle has been redone so that the pipes are accessible This trailer has not been redone! The leak is right where the actual drain in the tub connects to the short pipe under the tub, yes folks there isn't much room under a tub in the in a trailer. I have tried to caulk it with silicon.....only it wasn't the correct type of silicon....so I had to get a different type of silicon. Once I had gotten the correct type silicon I had to contort myself into a flat pretzel (not only is there not much room to work on bathroom pipes in a trailer, it sort of difficult to stretch out in a comfortable manner to work under the tub) in order to try and caulk the right pipe with the right caulk! It wasn't easy, but I got it done.<br />
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Now, as I sit here typing my little heart out, there is a small part of my brain (yeah, I know, I have a small brain anyway, so it must be a really small part) wondering what is going to happen when I go in to take my shower. You see, I've put off showering this morning because I don't want to spend the next two hours using my carpet cleaner to suck excess water out of the carpet in my tiny bathroom. It wouldn't be so bad, but I have to move the washer in order to get all of the water....and when I move the washer I have no where to sit the carpet cleaner except in the bathtub which causes a problem because the water is on the FLOOR, not in the tub!! Besides, when I move the washer I am trapped in the bathroom unless I crawl out over the damn thing. And of course, if I move the washer someone will either call or knock on the door, meaning that I <b>HAVE</b> to crawl over the stupid washer, usually spraining, tearing or bruising along on the way!! <br />
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So, what does all of this have to do with "<i>things my mother should have taught me, but didn't</i>"? Well, Mom taught me to cook, and how to sew. She taught me how to sight in a rifle, where the best kill shot is on a deer and the easiest way to skin a squirrel. She taught me how to rip down old "horse hair" plaster, put up new roll insulation and then paneling. She taught me how to change an alternator in a 1968 Chevy Impala and that you should never leave on a trip until you've checked the fluids, the lights and the tire pressure. She taught me the importance of believing in God, the joy of singing in Church and that a woman never wears slacks in a Church house. (She was sort of old fashioned on that one.)<br />
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But she never taught me how to deal with leaking pipes or how to contort myself into a "flat pretzel" in order to caulk under a tub!! She would have had Dad fix it....or else called someone else to do it....but she never would have called a plumber!! She would have washed with the water hose in the yard before she called a plumber. So I guess you could say she taught me how to be stubborn?? Or would that be tenacious? Or thrifty? <br />
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Other things my mother never taught me, but should have.........how to <b>NOT</b> fall in the river when you are trying to get some good reflection pictures, the best way to get rid of a copperhead that lives under your porch without being bitten, how many paw-paws it takes to make paw-paw bread (she didn't like paw-paw bread) and what to do when your fire alarm keeps going off and there is no fire (and the batteries are good, and the button isn't stuck).<br />
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I've come into contact with many things that have perplexed me, many things that have made me wonder "<i>Why didn't my Mother teach what to do in a situation like this</i>?". But each time I do have one of those "Oh, shit, now what" moments, I use the one thing that my Mother <b>DID</b> teach me.......A woman can take care of herself, and her family, with dignity, grace and humor, no matter what the circumstances are. <br />
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So I'm off to see if there will be a massive amount of water in the carpet around the tub after I take my shower. Even if there is, I know I'll be able to deal with it, hopefully with a little dignity, a little grace and a lot of humor!<br />
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Thank you Mom!!! I love you and I miss you more every day!<br />
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DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-45772793865530196892011-10-09T03:41:00.000-04:002011-10-09T03:41:55.384-04:00I hate having a sinus infection.......So, I didn't do anything I wanted to do today or tonight! It sucks when I feel like the top of my head is going to blow off, splattering what little brains I have left all over my cream colored ceiling!!<br />
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As you may be able to tell, I have a sinus infection....and I'm miserable!! I spent most of the day sleeping, or at least trying to, between yapping dogs and ringing phones it was almost "Mission Impossible" (literal interpretation here, not a reference to an old '70 television show!) I didn't finally managed a short nap around 5:30 or so. I was suppose to go to the Lion's Club Bluegrass Sing tonight, but when my ride showed up at 6:30 I was still asleep (not for long) and grumpier than a short armed monkey with poop stuck to it's butt!! Needless to say, I stayed home......chased away my company, ate some chicken, drank some coffee and chased it down with Tylenol Sinus Formula. (A short word about the a fore mentioned Sinus Formula....it did about as much for my headache as the short arms did for the monkey.....in other words it just pissed me off and didn't relieve the discomfort!!)<br />
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So, I've been sitting in the dark, wishing for a cure for sinus headaches and plotting my revenge against any and all things I'm allergic to. (In case you're wondering, allergies are ALWAYS at the root of any sinus infection I have EVER had. So the revenge thing was just mental masturbation, but it was entertaining!) I finally gave up on the sitting in the dark and plotting against things that I can in no effect way eradicate, so I decided to work on some photos that I had taken over the summer and just sort of pushed off into the dark recesses of my hard-drive! (When I say "work on" I mean basically crop, straighten and try to fix any crappy ones that happened to slip by.)<br />
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Here are a few of the ones I haven't posted or shown to anyone. Hope y'all like em!!!<br />
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Oh yeah, I believe I have the problem with folks not being able to post comments fixed.....hopefully. Try and leave me one, if it doesn't work, let me know by email and I will try and figure out the problem.<br />
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Anyway....on to the photos!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>It's amazing how much beauty people miss simply because the have their noses in the air,</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>looking for something better! </b></i></div><br />
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<b><i>This one sort of looks like a jelly fish in the ocean!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<i><b>Funky looking spaghetti stuff! LOL It's beautiful!</b></i><i><b> </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I was amazed by the size of these toadstools! The turtle seemed to have the same reaction!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b> </b></i><i><b> </b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVGK0BQPEc4WSC3DwaD5AMD9Ci77n9AAzWOGXF5cO3kI1D75V4egw5Cqb4AT9yb2IH4MmQNHfgIt0NxZ6D3miNFRtnaeqUPaYN25PGpfY1u7hbAGoGm9LJSwp8OQKXgfvID3Zxgagx0Xc/s1600/101_2263f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVGK0BQPEc4WSC3DwaD5AMD9Ci77n9AAzWOGXF5cO3kI1D75V4egw5Cqb4AT9yb2IH4MmQNHfgIt0NxZ6D3miNFRtnaeqUPaYN25PGpfY1u7hbAGoGm9LJSwp8OQKXgfvID3Zxgagx0Xc/s320/101_2263f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>This tiny little guy called attention to himself with his glorious show of yellow!</b></i><br />
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<i><b>I thought this looked like a wonderful habitat for </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Little People" (woodland fairies)</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<i><b>The skies before and after a storm are always so beautiful!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I love the color purple!!</b></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Well, that's all for now! Hope you enjoyed at least one or two of the photos!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dodadaghovi </div></div>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-79054594470978199382011-10-08T10:55:00.011-04:002011-10-08T14:51:45.257-04:00Photo montague<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_YFN1K80a94znY5cO4FkSUDsP1_VV2J2E2_aCW7fuN-328VjrC0ejpzeCvbqwR9W4sKmng7gK-Trlvdab7-iwzuWjYbrnM_suexb1pLiBKK5nlpDcMjXOt1vLzRquqI8T0iB1qOihUbY/s1600/101_2372f.jpg"><br /></a><br />Had a wonderful day yesterday! I feel in the river! LOL But here are some awesome pictures to prove what a great day it was!!<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_YFN1K80a94znY5cO4FkSUDsP1_VV2J2E2_aCW7fuN-328VjrC0ejpzeCvbqwR9W4sKmng7gK-Trlvdab7-iwzuWjYbrnM_suexb1pLiBKK5nlpDcMjXOt1vLzRquqI8T0iB1qOihUbY/s1600/101_2372f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_YFN1K80a94znY5cO4FkSUDsP1_VV2J2E2_aCW7fuN-328VjrC0ejpzeCvbqwR9W4sKmng7gK-Trlvdab7-iwzuWjYbrnM_suexb1pLiBKK5nlpDcMjXOt1vLzRquqI8T0iB1qOihUbY/s320/101_2372f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661191124814138082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtzDJ3GF0QbC9WGjl6TS8hiyjoZe3pkokkCiFqFYGzI26uWM4IGHHp_AgXyNq57noKLbQdCsvJWHSXSDUBMn2RZVOHig8365bjOToE8Tf5PbkF5SmbkyPiew8BA7d7KrLVFuEdsnQFufl/s1600/101_2368f.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcKufJjvAHvdvdTIfqD08ywWBH99NzwPyAjl8xHuYp4FvWerVmgsbV9NVoKVESCFw4jrRSkdPrFvNtMgj2WUPOhwwtwyde5RWLpmopW97gAlVcb4eS6IHvcVT-MI6Nz9dy9fGKfHsJWip/s320/101_2461f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661158524184468994" border="0" /></a>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-39010242560992826602011-10-05T06:23:00.001-04:002011-10-05T06:23:35.874-04:00Been a long time.......<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> Pathways through pain </h3> <div class="post-header"> </div> Hi y'all! Bet ya thought I had forgotten ya, well, I haven't, it's just that real life has been a MESS!!!<br /><br />I finally found a place and moved, for those of you that don't already know. I'm now in a trailer.....yeah, I know, I hate them and I don't plan on staying too long, just long enough to get my shit together and move on. Now I'm having major water problems.......leaks everywhere and water in the carpet and the whole place smelling musty! Where I live it's always damp and mud is the topic of the day!<br /><br />For those of you NOT from West Virginia, you probably don't have any real understanding of what West Virginia mud actually is. It's a mixture of clay, tiny gravel, sand and, I'm guessing here, animal feces......at least that's what it always smelled like to me! LOL It's slicker than snot on a marble and it will stain you for life if you are ever unfortunate enough to fall and scrap yourself, which will grind in this wonderful mixture and permanently tattoo you with the mark of a true West Virginian!!<br /><br />The mud around here seems to take on a life of its' own every Spring and Fall. It will rain for days and the water soaks in the top "soil" turning it into a quagmire of thick, heavy, dense, and slimy "stuff". I would say that mud here is like mud anywhere else, but having lived in other places, I know for a fact that there is something about West Virginia mud that puts it above other mud.....or perhaps it's actually below other mud, depending on how you look at it.<br /><br />Anyway, the mud here is awful. There is simply no other word for it, well, perhaps horrid, grotesque, <span id="query_h1" class="query_h1">glutinous, disgusting, snot like.......maybe there is more than one word to describe it! Hmmmmm.......<br /><br />But enough of that!<br /></span><br />So, I've been thinking. (You should close your mouth, flies are bad this time of year and I'd hate for you to swallow one.) This writing thing is really a pain in the ass, but it's also a way for me to work out all of my anger, fear, frustration and stress, so that makes it a good thing.<br /><br />I've been having a really rough time lately, there have been so many personal situations, from death to birth and most everything in between, that I've been caldron of emotions. Unfortunately that caldron has been sitting over a roaring fire fueled by my desire to change everything in my life. The results are NOT pretty.<br /><br />I need to write about LOVE and the JOY of being in a relationship. Sounds easy, right? Yeah, right. I'm sick to death of hearing about other people's PERFECT relationships, especially when I KNOW they are lying through their teeth. NO relationship is trouble free, nor perfect, nor even desirable in my opinion.<br /><br />Call me jaded, call me bitter, call me whatever your little heart desires, but for me no relationship is WORTH the bullshit you have to deal with in order to make it last.<br /><br />Now, I realize that many, many couples have long lasting, loving relationships that last their whole lifetimes. At least that's what we, on the outside, SEE. Doesn't mean that it's what is real. I realize that ANY type of relationship, be it a romantic one, one of friendship or even a family relationship, takes compromise, trust, hard work and patience. There in lays the problem.<br /><br />I am NOT a patient person. Okay, that's an understatement. I am the MOST impatient person you're likely to meet. Not with other people so much, but with myself. I feel that I should be doing better, no matter how well I actually am doing. I feel as though my best is NEVER good enough.<br /><br />Can we say "self esteem problems"?<br /><br />I am the walking, talking, poster person for failed relationships. I am a living example of what happens when you repeatedly make bad choices in love. I am a cautionary tale to tell your daughters, DON'T DO WHAT SHE HAS DONE OR YOU WILL END UP JUST LIKE HER!!!<br /><br />I don't trust men, but I trust myself even less. I have made so many bad choices in my life that I'm beginning to think I have never made a good one!<br /><br />Okay, enough of me feeling sorry for me.......I can only stand to whine, bitch and moan for so long and then I begin to want to walk away from myself....which is anatomically impossible, but still....<br /><br />Anyway......<br /><br />I would like to close this with a funny story.....or at least it's funny now that it's over!<br /><br />The other night, as I was laying in bed, walking through fields of lavender in my dreams, my youngest cat, Tiver, was hunting! You see, this trailer had sat empty for a while before I moved in......hence the aforementioned water problems......and the mice were used to being able to come in out of the weather so to speak. Well, this one particular mouse was under the kitchen sink, doing whatever it is that mice do when they are under kitchen sinks.<br /><br />Tiver, being the smart (ha) kitty that she is, pawed at the cabinet door until she got it open, or so I speculate seeing as how at this point I was sound asleep, caught said mouse and decided that she wanted to show me! Which wouldn't have been so bad .....IF I hadn't been asleep and IF the mouse was dead.......but I was asleep and the mouse wasn't dead. To make a long story short, the cat jumped onto the bed with said mouse clinched between her pointy little teeth.<br /><br />She, thinking whatever evil thoughts cats think at 3 a.m., turned the mouse loose in the bed....the mouse, being very grateful for one last chance to live his/her little mousey life, promptly RAN UP THE BED AND ACROSS MY FOREHEAD!!!<br /><br />Now, that is NOT the worse of it....the little, clammy mice feet were swiftly followed by equally clammy, but not so little, cat feet!! Cat feet that for some reason needed to dig claws into the smooth surface of my skin!!<br /><br />I, who was just moments before walking through the dream fields of lavender, awoke with a scream and sat straight up in bed reaching for the light switch. I thought I was being attacked by some lavender field hiding monster that had followed me home!! Bitty, my Jack Russell Terror, was startled awake by my scream and, thinking that her beloved Mistress was being hurt, began barking and peeing all at the same time!!!<br /><br />Needless to say, the night dragged on as I chased the cat, who was chasing the mouse, who had jumped into the box springs of my bed (yeah, I have old box springs) and then set to changing my sheets, blankets and, oddly enough, my pillow cases because they had Bitty pee and mouse droppings on them!!!<br /><br />Looking back now it's funny.....but then, not so much!!<br /><br />And just to round out the night, Tiver, the cat of questionable ethics, went into the bathroom and turned a new roll of Charmin into a massive amount of tissue confetti!! I still don't know how she can do that and not make a sound. The cat has questionable ethics, which is NOT a good thing, but she's got awesome stealth abilities as well.<br /><br />Well y'all, that's it for me at the moment. I'm going to drag my little tired body into the other room......where I am sleeping on the love seat tonight because I'm too tired to finish putting away all of the clothes/shoes/various and sunder items that I had to take out of the closet today so they could work on the water. I wouldn't be so disgusted about it, but they didn't have to get into the closet to do what they did, so I, on the advice of a MAN, took the stuff out for no reason.<br /><br />But.....anyway....... until next time....<br /><br />DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-36288285165118723702011-07-27T09:16:00.002-04:002011-07-27T09:26:58.616-04:00Good morning and wish me luck.....Well, it's another warm morning in Grantsville. It's already 82 degrees and I'm suffocating! But, I've got to walk down to the bank today and beg or cry or whatever I'll have to do to try and get a loan for<span style="font-weight: bold;"> MY</span> house!<br /><br />Yes folks, I found a house....or actually it found me!<br /><br />Last Sept. I really, really wanted this house, but someone else got it first. Now it's for sale again and I'm first in line (now that the other couple backed out) and I'm scared to death that I won't get the loan. I don't know what I'll do if I don't, I'm so nervous that I'm sick.<br /><br />As soon as I finish my caffeine fix I'm jumping into the shower, getting ready and heading to town. (Yeah, I have to walk, so I am be a little crumpled when I get there, but I can explain that.....hopefully they won't hold it against me....hopefully they will just say, come in, sit down and let's talk!!)<br /><br />So, y'all keep your fingers crossed, whisper a prayer or two and send me all the good energy and positive thoughts you can spare!<br /><br />On another note....my poor little socially handicap pup Emmy has finally brightened up some. She ran into the living room and <span style="font-weight: bold;">DIDN'T</span> crack her head on anything!! She jumped up on the chair and looked so pleased with herself that it was almost sad. Poor little girl, she knows she's not like the "other dogs" and she knows that they sometimes whisper about her behind her back, but she really is trying. Now I've just got to convince the other dogs that she <span style="font-weight: bold;">IS</span> just like them.....even if she's a little slow.<br /><br />Y'all have a good day!!! Try to stay cool and don't overdue!<br /><br />DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-43331351065210091332011-07-23T01:21:00.001-04:002011-07-23T01:22:45.705-04:00Pity??<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">You know, sometimes it’s hard to just get up in the mornings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If I didn’t have my fur-babies, I don’t think I WOULD get up most mornings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I guess that’s the reason I actually have them, so that I feel that I have a purpose in this life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know what you’re thinking; Teri is feeling sorry for herself again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But it’s actually more than that; I don’t feel sorry for myself, hell I don’t feel much of anything anymore other than pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And annoyance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I get annoyed because I hear, from people that supposedly know me that I’m STRONGER than that, whatever the hell “that” is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Or that I’m able to get through whatever it is.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well folks, new flash for y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m NOT stronger than “that” and I’m NOT able to get through whatever it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m HUMAN, not superhuman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I HURT!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m tired and I’m alone and I’m just plain sick of it all.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, you’re just depressed.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>YES, I’m depressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That doesn’t make me special, who ISN’T depressed these days?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We have homelessness, abuse, murders, financial difficulties, wars….WE SHOULD ALL BE DEPRESSED!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t feel sorry for myself; there are many, many, many other people in worse circumstances than I am in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Pity is the WORSE thing anyone can feel for himself or herself or any one else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Pity is a killer!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What I feel is PAIN and EMPTYNESS.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m tired of being alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m tired of having no reason to get up other than to take care of my animals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m tired of being me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes I just want to go to sleep and not wake up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sometimes I just want it all to STOP!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But God has a plan, or so I’m told.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There’s a reason that I’m going through all of this, there’s a lesson to be learned, or a virtue to be developed, or at least that’s what the few people I talk to about how I feel say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wish they could tell me WHAT lesson or virtue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wish they knew what REASON I am struggling so violently against what should be the golden years of my life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wish someone would just hold me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I just wish I felt like I mattered. And no, I don’t need any of you to tell me I matter to you, I know there are more than a few of you that care about me and that love me and think of me as your friend or even your best friend, but that’s not what I’m talking about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m talking about being the first thing someone thinks of in the morning and the last thing they think of at night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m talking about being loved and desired by another human being, about someone wanting to just BE with me because I’m me, not because I make them laugh, or because I’m a good listener, or because I can help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m talking about someone loving me EVEN THOUGH they know everything about me, not because they WANT to know everything about me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But, that’s not in my life right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It may never be again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, I’m going to curl up with my Jack Russell Terror, hold her tight and go to sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And in the morning I’ll get up because she needs to go out or she’s hungry or whatever and I’ll meddle through another day and then another night, and another day…..until I can’t do it anymore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dodadaghovi</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-52553240400466843892011-07-16T15:02:00.004-04:002011-07-16T15:19:23.258-04:00Dog farts......you just have to read to understand<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">So, it’s been about a week now, actually a little over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m dealing, I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t realize that I had buried so many emotions over the last few years, but the ugly fact of the matter is that I have and now I am paying for it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know that most of you don’t want to hear about my inner turmoil, but, as I have said time and time again, this is my blog and I will damn well write what I want!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>(Yes, there is some <span style="font-style: italic;">“teenage angst”</span> in that statement, and as we all know I am as far from being a teenager as a lizard is from being a mammal, but so what, we are <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL</span> allowed a little angst from time to time.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The emotions that are waging war inside me have truly screwed up my concentration and my ability to finish the re-writes on my novel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know that most people say <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Use what you feel, don’t let it get you down, use it”</span>, which is actually good advice, but seeing as how I am trying to do rewrites on an already finished story, using what I feel, which is anger, hurt, abandonment, fear and depression, could very well turn a good story into a very long, very well written suicide note.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And that is <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> what I want at this point.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, I continue trying to write, I continue trying to function, I continue trying to be who I WANT to be and not who I have allowed my feeling to make me into.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t always succeed, but as of yet I haven’t totally failed, so I guess I’m doing okay.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, on another note, my Jack Russell Terror aka Bitty or Two Bit or Belle or <span style="font-weight: bold;">CABELLA</span> if she’s really up shit creek, is once again proving that not only does she believe that she is the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Queen of All She Sees</span>, but that most of the creatures living within her sight believe it as well, including me, although I will deny this at some point in the future.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Right now Bitty is laying on the couch, her head hanging down so that the fan is blowing directly in her face, sound asleep and farting like a peasant that has survived on beans for two months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>(No, I don’t personally know <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANY</span> peasants, let alone one that has lived on beans for two months, and I have no idea how much they would fart, but I’m trying to give you a mental pictures here, so just go with it, K?)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She is so loud and so stinky that the other animals have ALL abandoned the couch for places out of direct line of the fan-blown Bitty farts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thankfully I’m sitting off to one side and don’t have the “pleasure” of being nasally assaulted by said farts, but I can tell from the way the cat reacted a few moments ago that I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY </span>lucky. You see, the cat jumped up on the back of the couch, got herself all comfortable and stuff and started to drift off to sleep only to become the latest victim of Bitty’s rancidness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The poor cat actually gagged!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And if you’ve ever seen a cat gag you know how totally gross that is!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Anyway, the cat is now on top of the dryer asleep, and although she is a bit warmer, she is safe from the rancidness that is my darling Bitty.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m not sure what exactly has caused this horrid odor to emanate from my little darling, although I do have an idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My buddy Esther bought my babies some treats, pizza flavored treats, and Bitty has been perfuming the air ever since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s been a couple of days since Esther gave them the treats, but I, being the good Mommy that I am, also bought them a bag of said treats because all of the fur babies seem to love them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think if the rest of them ever figure out why Bitty stinks so badly, they may change their minds.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But for now the babies are all resting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Of course they are all as far away from Bitty as they can get, but it doesn’t seem to bother her any.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She is sleeping the sleep of the innocent, her nose twitching slightly from time to time as though she can still smell the pizza treats, her ears perking up each and every time she “<span style="font-style: italic;">toots</span>” a particularly loud one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The fan is blowing away the pungent reminders of what happens when you give her a pizza treat, while she is snoring and dreaming of said treats.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Too bad she doesn’t realize she has had the very last pizza treat that Mommy will ever give her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Maybe we’ll just stick with jerky treats or chew bones.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dodadaghovi</p>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-16762373229498335762011-07-07T11:21:00.001-04:002011-07-07T11:23:05.534-04:00Love and loss, pain and pleasure.<p class="MsoNormal">Hey y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sorry it’s been so long since I last updated, but real life reared it’s ugly head and has been spitting and lashing at me with a vengeance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know many of you read this blog because I spout off about things that have the tendency of pissing most of us off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But today, today I want to pour out my heart to those of you who read this.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As many of you may know, my Mom passed away in 2000.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She had been ill for a long time and she was just too tired and beat down to continue to fight this horrifying thing we call life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She left this world rather gently, she was in ICU and didn’t seem to struggle or fight against the decent of that eternal darkness we call Death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A nurse was with her, as my Dad had just left for work and I was driving up from Grantsville.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That nurse later told us that my Mom had turned to her and said, “Do you see them?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Do you see the Angels?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then she took one last breath and was gone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why am I bringing this up, you ask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well, this week some one else that I love went Home with the Angels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jacqueline Daisy Gumm, the mother of a man that I lived with for years, passed away on Tuesday, July 5.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was 79 years old.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I met Jackie not long after my own Mother had passed away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, although she may never have realized it, she took a place in my heart right next to my own Mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She and I didn’t always get along, sometimes we didn’t speak, but that is the way it had been with my own Mother as well.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jackie made the most delicious cinnamon rolls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She could bake anything and it would turn out wonderfully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinners at her house should have been listed as one of the Wonders of the World.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The food was always graciously prepared and the atmosphere was warm and loving.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would sit with Jackie on the back porch and talk of things both trivial and of the utmost importance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She could make me laugh with stories about her children, her childhood and her own Mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jackie had seen and experienced things that most of us only read about in books or experience through movies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was and always will be one of the most interesting people I have ever met.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She raised 5 children that all grew to be wonderful human beings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>John is the oldest and the only boy, so growing up with 4 sisters was something that he had to endure, although I know he loves each and every one of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was a wonderful mother and doted on her children and grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know that each of them are suffering a pain that no one can understand unless that person has lost their own Mother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, you may be wondering why I’m writing all of this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Why is the death of someone who was no longer in my life to the extent that they had once been is so important.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s simple actually.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I love her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She stepped in and took the place of a woman, my own Mother, whom I had never really gotten the chance to know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jackie eased some of the pain of losing my own Mom.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is no way that what I’m experiencing can compare with the pain and suffering her own family is experiencing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I in no way believe that my hurt can ever compare to theirs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But with the passing of this wonderful lady, many things that I had thought were dealt with have resurfaced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The guilt at not having a better relationship with my own Mother is eating at me with the vicious intensity of a ravenous dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The pain of never understanding the reasons behind so many of the things that had taken place in my childhood is causing me to imagine the worse possible scenarios, and has always caused me to have a poor self-image.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The steel hardened truth of never hearing my Mother’s voice again is turning my heart into tiny pieces of confetti that with every breath scatters and blows farther away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am trying to process my own pain, my own confusion and my own regrets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m not doing such a good job, but I will get through it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Someday.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the meantime, I sit here and picture my Mom talking and laughing with her own parents, with her beloved brother that was taken from us too soon and with my own Grandson who was snatched from life before he ever had the chance to experience it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In my mind, they are all sitting under a blooming crabapple tree on a blanket made by the Hand of God, talking, laughing and basking in the love of one another and the Everlasting Love Of God.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And sitting hand in hand just a little ways away is Jackie and her wonderful husband, Mutt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They are talking and laughing and are so happy to be together again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They, too, are basking in love and the Glorious Peace of God.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In my mind, I see all the loved ones that I miss so terrible much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Each of them are healthy and whole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Christian is playing with his toys, something he never grew to be old enough to do here on Earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Taco is playing music, his addictions and pain forever gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Dave is sitting under a tree, strumming a mandolin, his limbs once again strong and sure, his pain gone forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Crettie is laughing and telling jokes, her eyes bright and her breathing easy, her smile gloriously beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And my old buddy Johnny, well, Johnny is just relaxing, the pain and trouble of life here on Earth a long forgotten memory.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think of all of those whom I love that have gone on before me and I am envious.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dodadaghovi.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-33003902724110628962011-06-22T13:27:00.003-04:002011-06-22T13:48:37.455-04:00Thunderstorms and dog blankets.Yeah, well, as you can see by the title of this post, we've been having thunderstorms! Now, some people enjoy them, I however, HATE them with a passion that boarders on near obsession! Yup, I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">traumatic</span> experience in my childhood and I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">permanently</span> scared!!<br /><br />If there could be lightening without the "big boom" it wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, I know, twisted and stupid. I realize that the lightening is what causes the thunder, but.....well, the thunder brings back a brief flash of the terror I felt many years ago. (Don't ask, I won't go into detail, just let it be known that I was SCARED SHITLESS!! Literally!!)<br /><br />The rain is nice, I really like the sound of rain on a tin roof, and seeing as how I have a tin roof, it's all cool! LOL But when the thunder rumbles and rages, shaking my little white house in the process, shaking it so badly that the clock on the wall rattles and pictures tilt sideways, well, then I'm not even a fan of the rain. But of course, the thunder drowns out the sound of the rain on the tin roof, but hey, you get the point!<br /><br />Anyway, onward and upward as they say!<br /><br />Today was the day to clean the dog kennel. Two of my pups sleep in the kennel box (in the house of course) and it is sometimes really hard to keep it clean and smelling, well, NOT doggy! Today I had to take all the blankets out, there are usually three, and wash them and clean and disinfect the box it's self. So.....on with my story.<br /><br />I drug all of the blankets to the wash room, filled the washer with plenty of soap and smelly good stuff and ran the blankets through the "nasty" cycle! (you know the one I'm talking about....the oil field, mud bog, 4-wheeler riding, just plain yucky cycle that runs for what seems like an hour) So, after the extremely long wash cycle, I pulled the much better smelling blankets out of the washer and threw them into the dryer. About 1/2 way through the cycle, I checked on the blankets to make sure they weren't tangled up so that all of them would get evenly dried. <br /><br />That's when the fun began! NOT<br /><br />One of the blankies (yeah I know, baby-ish) had disintegrated into a mass of, well, there is no other word than fluff! Stuck to all the other blankets....plugging up the dryer vent......flying around in the air when I pulled the remaining blankets out of the dryer FLUFF!! So after cleaning out the vent, shaking out the remaining blankets and sneezing forever, I stuffed the blankets back into the dryer and finished the cycle.<br /><br />When the dryer was done, the two remaining blankets were clean and dry and smelled wonderful. So.....I finished disinfecting the dog box and put the clean blankets inside. Of course the dogs were interested in what I was doing....they are ALWAYS interested in what I'm doing.....and they began investigating the box as soon as the last blanket was laid down. Emmy, the "socially challenged" pup, routed around in the blankets, messing up my perfectly laid dog bed.....she was obviously looking for "her" blanket, which of course was the one that fall apart! <br /><br />She drug all of the blankets out of the box and stood in the middle of the floor staring at me like I had done it on purpose!! She refused to go into the box for her "nap" (which is code for Mom needs some time without dogs) until I found a "replacement" blanket. That replacement blanket is one of MY blankets....it's the only one she would accept as being "nap-worthy". So, needless to say, one of my blankets, a pretty blue flannel one that I picked up at a yard sale a few years ago for a dollar and that I use to cover up with on the couch when I'm chilly and watching tv, is now in the dog box.<br /><br />But the upside is so are the pups!!! LOL So now is the time for Mom to take a nap or just chill out with a frozen coffee and a good, trashy romance novel! LOL<br /><br />Later y'all!!<br /><br />DodadaghoviTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-84845540767525479962011-06-15T00:38:00.002-04:002011-06-15T01:03:08.292-04:00I'd growl.....but I'm too tired.....So, today was,what's the word I'm looking for......ummmmm, interesting perhaps? Yeah, that will work. Today was interesting!<br /><br />I, along with four other wonderful women, worked the Grantsville Town Election today. And boy, did I get an education!<br /><br />I would growl and jump up and down and bitch a little bit, but I'm just too damn tired! After being locked in a room with four other smokers for 15 hours or so.....yes being held prisoner in a room and not being allowed to leave even to smoke.....I actually have no words to describe exactly how I feel!<br /><br />Tired don't begin to cover it. Confused, well yes a bit. Wired, most certainly. Really dazed at seeing a side of some people that I would never have guessed existed.....<span style="font-weight: bold;">OH YEAH!</span><br /><br />I said I had received an education......<span style="font-weight: bold;">MOST CERTAINLY</span>!! For one thing I learned that it is <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> a good idea to keep five smokers away from nicotine for 15 hours!! Not only is it not a good idea, it is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">potentially dangerous</span>!<br /><br />Spending hours in a room without television or radio or any other form of entertainment is torture! I never realized how "plugged in" I actually am until today! <br /><br />I also learned that people in this area take their constitutional right to vote <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY SERIOUSLY</span>! I was/am proud to belong to such a wonderful community, county, state and country! <span style="font-weight: bold;">VOTING IS SERIOUS BUSINESS AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH!</span><br /><br />I also learned that some people are just spiteful and so full of themselves that there is literally no room left for them to officially be full of shit! (Sorry, had to say it!)<br /><br />Most importantly I learned that I believe in the power of voters to make their voices heard in a very real, very encouraging way. It was/is a wonderful experience to be able to witness the willingness of our citizens to make changes when they deem that such changes need to be made!<br /><br />I'm proud of the citizens of Grantsville for coming to the polls in such a large number. The fact that we had such a large turnout for the election speaks volumes. This town has shown one another that when we, the citizens, decide that something needs to be done <span style="font-weight: bold;">IT WILL BE DONE</span>!!<br /><br />A big, warm and very proud <span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU</span> to all of the voters who came to the polls today and to the ones who participated in early and/or absentee voting! Each of you have shown a loyalty to your town and a heart-felt desire to make necessary changes to the way we are governed! Give yourselves a big pat on the back because, as the saying goes......<span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU DONE GOOD!!</span><br /><br />Besides being educated on the ins and outs of elections, I have also learned a few things about myself. The most important one being that I enjoy being active in the community and I plan on continuing to do so! (yeah, yeah...gripe at me later, right now I'm too tired to really respond or even care!)<br /><br />So, until we have another cyber rendezvous, God bless and keep you all!<br /><br />Dodadaghovi!Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382503269129859605.post-22233679288333312482011-06-14T00:11:00.002-04:002011-06-14T00:27:49.668-04:00Well hellHi y'all.<br /><br />All I can say is Well, hell! <br /><br />I was done with this stupid blog.....I really don't think that many people read it, and it is more time consuming than most people realize. But, after talking to several people and receiving comments and emails, I have decided that I'm going to continue posting, although they may be few and far between. So, no promises as to how many post will be up or how often they will be up, the only promise is that I <span style="font-weight: bold;">WILL</span> post when I can.<br /><br />So, I'm working on this book, as most of you may know, and sometimes I get, well, stressed doesn't begin to cover it so let's go with<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> CRAZED!</span>! I'm at an impasse with the story line right now, and it's driving me insane.....plus there are a few other things with the story that I'm not pleased with...but I'm working on it. Add to that the everyday shit that we all have to put up with and the fact that there are several people that have really hurt and/or angered me in the last week or so and what you are left with is an insane woman that can't seem to do anything right. Like right now....I should be asleep because I have to get up in just over 4 hours....but, because of stuff I would rather not be dealing with, I am wide awake, stressing out and alternately cussing like a sailor or crying like a colicky baby.<br /><br />Now, under usual circumstances I would rant and rave in this post, telling the world who/what/why I was pissed off/sad/hurt.....but this time I just can't. There is too much at stake for people other than myself for me to open my mouth and spew forth all the tangled emotions that are foaming like a raging tide inside of me. So, for the sake of others more than for my own sake, I will keep all of this shit locked up and try to be a decent person regardless of how I really feel.<br /><br />Confused yet?<br /><br />Don't feel like the lone ranger, because it's happening to me and I'm so freaking confused I just want to hide from everyone for the next year or two!<br /><br />Enough of that shit!<br /><br />I want to say <span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU</span> to those of you that had nice things to say and to thank each of you for your loyalty and friendship! It means more than I have ever expressed and I can't thank you enough!! Especially Boone, Sandy, Esther and Beth. Thank you guys for the encouraging words and the smiley faces!<br /><br />Since you didn't want me to quit, I haven't......now you just have to put up with me! As the famous saying goes, "I pity the fool".........<br /><br />Dodadaghovi!Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11352910561148675752noreply@blogger.com2