Digital Dreams

I hate spring cleaning... it's seriously cutting in to my computer time!  I haven't posted to livejournal either cause I've been swamped!

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I was at the checkout of a K mart.  The clerk rang up $46.64 charge.  I gave
her a fifty dollar bill.  She gave me back $46.64.  I gave it back to her
and told her that she had made a mistake in MY favor and gave her the
money back.  She became indignant and informed me she was educated and
knew what she was doing and returned the money again.  I gave her the money
back again, same scenario!   I departed the store with the $46.64.  This
actually happened to me in Austin at MoPac Blvd. and Parmer Lane.
They Walk Among Us and Many Work Retail.
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I walked into a Mickey D's with a "buy-one-get-one-free" coupon for a
sandwich.  I handed it to the girl and she looked over at a little chalkboard
that said "buy one-get one free."
 
"They're already buy-one-get-one-free", she said, "so I guess they're both
free".  She handed me my free sandwiches and I walked out the door.
They  Walk Among Us and Many Work Retail.
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One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when one of them
shouted, "Look at that dead bird!"  Someone looked up at the sky and
said, "Where?"
They Walk Among  Us!
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While looking at a house, my brother asked  the real estate agent which
direction was north because, he explained, he didn't  want the sun
waking him up every morning.  She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?"
When my brother explained that the sun rises in the east, and has for
sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh I don't keep up with that stuff."
They Walk Among Us!!
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I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center.  One day I
got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call center was
open.  I told him, "The number you dialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a
week."  He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?"   Wanting to end
the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific."
They Walk Among Us!
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My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car designed to cut through a
seat belt if she gets trapped.  She keeps it in the  trunk.
They Walk Among Us!
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My friends and I were on a beer run and noticed  that the cases were
discounted 10%.  Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases.  The
cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount on each case.
They Walk Among Us!
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I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area, so I went to
the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never
showed up.  She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a
trained professional and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me,
"has your plane arrived yet?"
They  Walk Among Us!
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While working at a pizza parlor I  observed a man ordering a small
pizza to go.  He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would
like it cut into 4 pieces or 6.  He thought about it for some time before
responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces;  I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat
6 pieces."
Yep, They Walk Among Us!
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They Walk Among  Us, and they Reproduce, and Worst of All -- They VOTE!
 

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Kids came over for their birthday.  Trying to get everyone together at once is enough to add to my gray hair!!  Anyway,  two sons went to lunch with us.  One went home to get ready to see his girlfriend,  the other came home and waited for his sister whom he shares this day with.  They are not twins they are five years apart.  My daughter finally showed up and so did the youngest with the new baby.  As well as some friends of my husband's.  All in all, it was good except....

Yeah, I know, there is always a glitch.  My youngest daughter asked this lady friend how her grandaughter is.  Said grandaughter used to come visit in the summer and she and my daughter were attatched at the hips.  The young lady is apparently in college,  working and wanting to be a second grade teacher.  This is so wonderful.. right?  But then the grandmother went on about how the grandaughter has gotten fat.  Eats out of boredom or something.. this lady even puffed her cheeks out to make the point.  She had more to say about this girl and her weight.  Now, you might say it's none of my business and I tried to treat it as such.

But, I watched my daughter whom has bordered off and on with trying to be as skinny as she possibly can .. listen to this lady she had always admired speak.  I was beginning to get worried about the effect the conversation would have on my daughter but worse, I was appalled that she'd speak of her grandaughter this way.   Three good sentences and the rest not even out of concern for her weight and it's affects on the girl's health but that she didn't apparently look the way the lady thought the girl should look.  Is she overweight?  Probably not.  She probably weighs over 125 pounds.  I couldn't take anymore... now it was beyond the effect on my daughter and now it was just sickening to me. 

From my side of the room came,  "She's such an adorable girl!"  Do you think the lady would grasp the idea?  Oh..nooo... she replied with a yes, adorable but fat.  So, I got louder in my statement that she is adorable and wonderful and I received a dirty look but the subject changed.  The whole time this lady is talking this way about her own grandaughter she's holding my newest grandson like he's one of her own.  I got to hold him for about two minutes.  My grandchildren are the greatest.  I can't imagine finding fault with their weight. 

It's sad.. just sad that this lady is the way she is because this girl used to come every summer to spend time with them and I know she didn't last summer because of this.  And.. uhm.. she wasn't overweight.  She weighed more than 100 pounds but she's beautiful! My daughter has clearly been influenced by this too.   If I ever doubted where she got the idea of a need to be so skinny her face wrinkles I have today put that to rest.  I should have been concerned when it upset the lady that my daughter had become taller than her and she couldn't dress this little girl in the woman's grown up clothes and make-up to make her look pretty.

Dammit.. she's a beautiful girl!  (If I may say so myself.)  She doesn't need to look thirty when she's 10 years old.  Weight shouldn't be an issue unless it's a health hazzard.. Grandma should simply love her grandaughter unconditionally and be proud of her.  If you can't ... quit influencing the girls. 

Just... venting.

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1.My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
 
2.My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
 
3.My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock  you into the middle of next week!"
 
4.My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
 
5.My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
 
6.My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear,! in case you're in an accident."
 
7.My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
 
8.My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

 9.My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
 
10.My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

 11.My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12.My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times.
Don't exaggerate!"

 13.My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

 14.My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"


 
15.My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

 16.My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

17.My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

 18.My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."
 
19.My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20.My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
 
21.My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
 
22.My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
 
23.My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
 
24.My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
 
25. And my favorite:My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day! you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you

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I have a paper cut and I'm feeling sorry for myself; afterall it's like a cold.  It's not fatal so nobody feels bad for you.. you just have to feel sorry for yourself.  Blah, insert a smart alec tone of voice there!  ANYWAY,  so there I am drowning in the pain of this silly papercut when my husband calls. 

It seems he's gotten the truck stuck today but he's out.  Then there was the matter of the locked window.  For whatever reason, the only builder's key to this house is the INSIDE garage door.  The main garage door, like all doors are locked. This renders the key useless since you can't get inside the garage to use the door.  So, a window was supposed to have been left open for him.  My husband tried all the windows and gave the one that was supposed to be open one last push to get it open and his arms went through the glass.  He said he's never seen glass break that easily either.  Immediately I felt bad for him and forgot my silly papercut!!  Our kids were there working yesterday and the only thing they can figure is that someone came behind them and locked it.  He says he doesn't need stitches and is continuing on to the next job.   

My real quandry is my ex husband.  He has apparently taken to calling the kids and seemingly near tears want to know why they don't come around, he wants to do family things with them, blah, blah, blah.  My son felt very guilty about this yet he'd try to make time and go there and the man is too busy.  My son only takes one day a week off and on that day he has visitation with his daughter.  I'd like to do family things too but the fact is.. the children all have their primary families now and extended family doesn't come as often as we'd like either.  The thing about this though is that when the man calls them and blathers this garbage (keep in mind he wasn't there for them when they were young.) he's drunk.  Now, also add that he quit drinking like.. maybe 12 to 15 years ago and has taken it up again.  I'm so worried that with his drunken blubbering the kids are going to think it's their fault. You know, maybe if they visited more often he wouldn't be this way kindof thing.

I know I thought it was my fault for years.  I couldn't fix him either.  I became a person that did things I didn't like.. in fact, I didn't like myself.  But, that's my fault.  These are terrible, terrible burdons and yes, very erroneous ones to carry on your shoulders. They haven't really discussed this with me so I'm at a loss as to how to make sure they do not take on this guilt that is not really theirs to bare.  One has said something.. vented apparently to my current husband and my husband thinks they know its not their fault.  So, I try to gain comfort from that but I sure wish I knew... the ex's cross is not theirs to carry.  Just, how can you not listen to that and come to that conclusion?  I know, I would.  

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I have a paper cut and I'm feeling sorry for myself; afterall it's like a cold.  It's not fatal so nobody feels bad for you.. you just have to feel sorry for yourself.  Blah, insert a smart alec tone of voice there!  ANYWAY,  so there I am drowning in the pain of this silly papercut when my husband calls. 

It seems he's gotten the truck stuck today but he's out.  Then there was the matter of the locked window.  For whatever reason, the only builder's key to this house is the INSIDE garage door.  The main garage door, like all doors are locked. This renders the key useless since you can't get inside the garage to use the door.  So, a window was supposed to have been left open for him.  My husband tried all the windows and gave the one that was supposed to be open one last push to get it open and his arms went through the glass.  He said he's never seen glass break that easily either.  Immediately I felt bad for him and forgot my silly papercut!!  Our kids were there working yesterday and the only thing they can figure is that someone came behind them and locked it.  He says he doesn't need stitches and is continuing on to the next job.   

My real quandry is my ex husband.  He has apparently taken to calling the kids and seemingly near tears want to know why they don't come around, he wants to do family things with them, blah, blah, blah.  My son felt very guilty about this yet he'd try to make time and go there and the man is too busy.  My son only takes one day a week off and on that day he has visitation with his daughter.  I'd like to do family things too but the fact is.. the children all have their primary families now and extended family doesn't come as often as we'd like either.  The thing about this though is that when the man calls them and blathers this garbage (keep in mind he wasn't there for them when they were young.) he's drunk.  Now, also add that he quit drinking like.. maybe 12 to 15 years ago and has taken it up again.  I'm so worried that with his drunken blubbering the kids are going to think it's their fault. You know, maybe if they visited more often he wouldn't be this way kindof thing.

I know I thought it was my fault for years.  I couldn't fix him either.  I became a person that did things I didn't like.. in fact, I didn't like myself.  But, that's my fault.  These are terrible, terrible burdons and yes, very erroneous ones to carry on your shoulders. They haven't really discussed this with me so I'm at a loss as to how to make sure they do not take on this guilt that is not really theirs to bare.  One has said something.. vented apparently to my current husband and my husband thinks they know its not their fault.  So, I try to gain comfort from that but I sure wish I knew... the ex's cross is not theirs to carry.  Just, how can you not listen to that and come to that conclusion?  I know, I would.  

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I know I'm lagging... I know where the story is going I'm just having a hard time taking it in that direction.

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I know what direction I was going to take this story but am having a hard time getting there.  New readers, scroll down for the first part. 

Birthdays are nice..  and I had a long eventful weekend which included a visit to the "tax man."  Also, a grandaughter's gymnastic thing but we were told it started at one.  My husband has diabetes, I have hypoglycemia so we figured, eat lunch right before it and we'd be fine.  It didn't even start until after three.  Our sugar levels don't hold out that long. 

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Cinzia awakened with the disconcerting sensation that something was wrong.  A feeling that would be justified when she looked around at her surroundings,  trying to place where she was.  This was not her room.  What.. happened?  How’d she get here?  

Hazel eyes took in her surroundings.  She appeared to be in a what?  A loft? Warehouse??  But it was certainly quiet for what she’d think a warehouse  should be.  
Slowly sitting up on the couch she tucked her feet up under her, arms wrapping around her legs as she peered around.  She was indeed in a loft of sorts,  a section of the building that was a rather messy office and the main section of the warehouse below was in plain view.  Or, would have been in plain view had the lights been turned on.  But, where was the door?  

“Ah,  Sleeping Beauty has awakened.”  The voice seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere.  Cinzia squinted to try and peer further into the darkness toward the sound of the voice.  She wriggled her toes,  yes, her shoes were still on.  She would just thank who ever this was and take her leave.   Good plan.  Never mind that she had no clue where she was in relation to her hotel and how to get there.  

“I don’t know about Sleeping Beauty but I’m awake and I’ll be leaving now,  thank you very much.”   She tipped her chin when she saw the person she vaguely remembered on top of the phone booth finally step out of a corner and into the center of the office.  At the same time the sound of her feet hitting the floor seemed to echo.  She pressed her hands in to the seat of the couch to push herself up but was stopped with one finger.  

The stranger had placed one finger on her chest and despite her pushing to stand he managed to keep her in place on the couch.  “Get your hands off me!”  The words that came from the girl seemed almost a growl, one she hoped would mask her growing fear.  She swiped at his arm to move his hand at the same time she tried again to stand only rather than feeling her hand land on his arm,  it hit nothing.  He moved his hand from her chest with that push to stand but with nothing holding her back she stumbled forward to the sound of his cackling.  

“Leaving so soon?”  Cinzia ignored the voice.  She searched in the darkness to find the stairs,  to locate a door.. to find her way out of here.  As soon as she saw the stairs she started toward them,  this time unhindered.  In the seemingly empty warehouse everything seemed louder than it ordinarily would.  Courtesy would dictate she thank this man for getting her out of the middle of what was likely an ugly situation but she felt just as uncomfortable now as she did out there at the phone booth.

The man shrugged and simply whispered,  though he knew she’d hear him,  “ Have at it just keep in mind you will not last long out there.”   

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A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
 Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.
 "Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD!
 You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN
 THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are
 we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!
Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen
 to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you 
CRAZY?
 Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them.
 You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt.
USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
 The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you?
 You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you
what it feels like when I'm driving."

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I am breaking into my break and my story to ask one question...

If you have an "ex" significant other..  and said ex is bothering and threatening your present significant other AND..AND newborn child... Do you simply tell present significant other to just ignore the pesky ex,  afterall you can't control her. OR.. do you stand up and take control of the situation and find a way to make the other person back off?

That's kindof for everyone in general. 

Yet, also, break it down further and the one being threatened and harrassed is the mother of the baby,  the ex is female and the significant other that seems to think he can't control what  his ex does or says.. what should anyone do IF anything?

It's MY daughter and grandson being harrassed and apparently threatened so I ask here only for a less biased perspective..Thank you. 

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My husband took off today to spend with me so this is going to be brief.

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The receiver was in her hand when she heard the second gunshot.  This time when she spun around she did see someone stumble backwards a couple steps.  Her heart first raced then stopped as she waited for the movie type step or two forward to be made.  Before the shot man just crumpled into a pile, hand over chest and he’d say his last words, gasp his last breath.

Her fingers clung tightly to the receiver and what happened likely in seconds seemed like an eternity.  “He’s… still.. alive?”  No way, that couldn’t be.  Her attention was drawn back to the phone once more with the squeal and then the recorded voice, “If you’d like to make a call please hang up and try again.”  Yes.. the phone!  If nothing else,  call the police.  Cinzia had a plan,  she would do something; right  or wrong she was calling the cops.  

As she reached slender fingers to the flap that would reset the phone, and give her the dial tone she needed to call 911 she heard the odd sounding thud.  Something had landed atop the phone booth,  perch may be small but it was there, she heard it and she was not looking up.  Letting go of the chrome flipper she pressed 9.. she tried to tell herself to breath.. something is up there.. just look.  Have to tell the cops something other than something’s sitting on the phone she’s  calling from and someone is shot.   Number 1 was pressed and  she tried to force herself to peer up but as she went to press that number 1 a second time she felt the cold fingers wrap around her wrist.

The voice,  seemed to come from herself yet it was loud enough for her to hear. “What are you doing?”  The girl’s heart stopped,  at least she swore it did yet all she could hear was the thumping as blood coursed through the veins closest to her ears.  In those seconds she tried to make what little she saw,  what seemed unreal and turn it around to make it real.. to keep it sane.  

The person that was shot,  it needed reported.  Maybe he only got shot in the arm and that would explain why he hadn’t seemed to die.  Still, he must need medical attention.  And this person now holding her wrist and preventing her from dialing that last number, exactly how did he get on top of the phone?  Jumped from above?  Of course, of course.  

Seconds, only a matter of seconds this all happened and the protected child suddenly had been brought in a world she didn’t know anything about.  With her free hand she tried to quickly shove the receiver between her shoulder and ear,  hang it up and and try once more to dial 911.  

The man was suddenly off his precarious perch and on the ground next to her.  With a yank the wire was pulled out of the phone.  From the force, the receiver yanked painfully across her ear and shoulder, bounced off her chin and fell to the concrete with a clang.  

The sound of the receiver hitting the ground was heard by the others in the park.  The arguing stopped,  and now footsteps made their way toward the pair at the phone.  This went unseen by Cinzia.    

Instead,  where fear had seemed to paralyze her she was now angry, an anger fueled by the pain.  With a force she never dreamed she could muster she tried unsuccessfully to yank her wrist out of the man’s grasp.  She heard his soft, almost taunting laughter at her effort and suddenly she was scooped up in his arms.  What she hadn’t seen was the look that crossed his face when he saw the group nearing.  Her fingernails dug into his chest in hopes that the pain would be significant enough that he’d drop her, giving her a chance to run but he just laughed.  

Then, the last she remembered was saying the words.. “Oh.. fuck.”  Cinzia knew she was in trouble now.  Dammit why hadn’t she’ stayed in the hotel room?  She was,  as soon as the words spilled through her lips,  passed out.   The stranger simply disappeared with the seemingly wayward girl leaving the crowd behind them.

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She was in a new place.  This quiet relaxing in a strange hotel was nearly intolerable.  There was nothing good on television.   She was tired of books more than that she was tired of sitting after that flight.  She needed to get out and walk. 

Tossing her feet off the bed she’d tried to relax in,  she jammed her feet into her boots,  grabbed the bag with the picture of  goofy looking clown, idly wondered who really ate at a place who’s mascot was a sharp nosed clown,  tossed the bag into the trash and threw on her jacket.  She’d learn,  she hardly needed a jacket but for now she wasn’t accustomed to the weather.  With a lack of humidity it felt cooler even if it wasn’t. 

Yep,  so many changes she’d have to grow accustomed to.  Life for her would be different.  All the little changes she’d seen so far occupied her thoughts as she walked the hallway of the hotel.  Swinging the door open to cool night air she glanced toward the sky.   It was so clear.  Crisp.  Airy. 

Hands were shoved into the pockets of her jacket,  the cool breeze  periodically drew brown tresses in front of her face and then it dawned on her,  airy.  The trees seemed more decorative in nature maybe?  By day she’d see there are wild trees and yucca but nothing like the woods at home.  Everywhere she looked she could see and that itself made her feel somewhat vulnerable.

 It seemed a very long time that she could hear only the sound of her boots hitting the pavement before it dawned on her she never called home to let her parents know she arrived in one piece.  Without a break in her pace she dug her hand in her pocket for quarters for a payphone.  At the moment, it hadn’t dawned on her that she was not only late for west coast time but her parents were probably in bed, had been in bed for a very long time.  They being three hours ahead of her now. 

Cinzia stopped at a phone booth.  The scent of ‘the beach’ hung heavy in the air.  That’s what she determined the smell to be.  Maybe salt water smells different?  She was far enough away from the beach,  and it was the middle of the night,  she didn’t see the piles of seaweed that had washed to shore and lay there to dry.  Adding to that the mixture of the Coppertone smell,  as if everyone lathered in it.  Perhaps that was a subliminal thought given the signs she’d seen. 

She could see the old wooden roller coaster,  a parking lot and a park.  A lot of shops and a sign, The Plunge.  She really would have to come out here during the day.  She also heard people off in the distance, on the other side of the park.  Cinzia also saw the people off in the distance,  seemingly in an argument.

“Testosterone levels must be high here?”  With a shrug she determined it wasn’t her business and dropped the quarters in the phone when she heard a shot.  Her head spun and she looked back at the people that had been arguing.   Sound travels fast so the deed had been done by the time she saw it,  yet the argument, from her vantage point seemed to go on as if nothing happened.  She kept watching and wating to see who would drop over dead. 

Then, she laughed silently when it dawned on her that a car probably backfired and turned back to the phone.  There was the matter of calling her parents.. remember?

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South Dakota from the Sky

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Cinzia,  a young girl fresh out of college,  was given the chance to go travel before she had to settle down.  She had this his last bit of time before she had to  become a self sufficient adult. Pittsburgh girl was going to be set loose on the sunny beaches of San Diego and she was excited at the endless, if not imagined possibilities.

 Her parents saw her to the security area of the airport,  both gave her hugs before letting her go.  Cinzia turned toward the security guards, emptied her pockets and set her bag up to be x-rayed.  In one smooth move she picked them up,  turned to look back and wave to her mother and father.  By now he had his arm around Cinzia’s mother in an effort to comfort the woman,  yet Cinzia could tell he would have cried with his wife if it wasn’t
thought to be less than manly.

The flight was long but she stayed awake,  her mother had arranged for Cinzia to have a window seat and she was in awe at how the world below her looked from the vantage point of the skies.  So much of it seemed to be broken up into squares.  Possibly why everything was considered to be “around the block?”  It was over the desert that she found most interesting.  The arid look of it yet she expected but there seemed to be places that were dark in contrast to it’s surroundings.  There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to this until it dawned on her… the ground is the same; it’s shadows.  But, we are in the sky and there are no trees.  What could be causing the shadows?  “Clouds.” The voice came from the person next to her, almost as if he’d heard her thinking.  He sat next to her and had seen over her shoulders what she watched.  He’d flown thousands of business trips and had seen that same look on many other passengers.  

The flight would come to an end,  she’d pass by the stewardess and barely heard the obligatory,  “Thank you for flying Delta” as Cinzia passed.  The remainder of the day was filled with picking up the rental car her mother had arranged,  checking in to the hotel and finding something to grab and carry back to the hotel.  Jack-in-the-Box hamburger, fries and chocolate shake.  She’d settle into her room with her food, rent a hotel movie and start exploring by day the next day.  

She should have stuck with her plan.  

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My daughter and her six week old bundle of joy came over today. It was the first I've seen her in a long time when she wasn't grumpy. However, I didn't get to post today so I leave you with this.. a vision that for a moment, can take you down a path to another time.. long ago. Enjoy.

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I was bored.. so, I did some quizzes.  They all say the same thing.. I am indeed a vampire, of the 1700's.. similar to Lestat.  It's just nice to learn this bit of trivia about myself.

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Cypress Gardens in Charleston, South Carolina.  We went and the truck broke down,  a part that was on national back order.  Go figure.  Our hotel bill ended up being way more than our mortgage for only two weeks.  But, we had to fill that time up with things to do.

One place we went was Cypress Gardens.  The water appears to be pitch black, like tar but it's not.  They have these sight seeing boats and while we were seated  in it waiting for it to fill up,  my husband and I could see this view off in the distance.  

"Look, over there!  How old do you think that is?"  We debated this structure.  I was in complete awe that anything clearly that old  could still have even parts of it standing.  Keep in mind I had no idea how old it was.  The stone of this structure looked as if the weather had taken it's toll,  I could imagine running my fingers over it and feeling the places that had been smoothed over from wind and rain.  

FINALLY!! The tour guide person climbed aboard and started to talk.  All of the guides we had down there didn't just spit history they told tales.  It was enriching, enlightening.. it was utterly entertaining.  You learned a lot without realizing it.  

He started out explaining the water, I have since forgotten.  I remember the aligators,  the flowers,  the cypress knees.. the odd tree roots but mostly I remember that structure there,  a church?  But it seemed to be in the middle of the water.  Maybe it had been a home before water got rerouted?  

The visions of my imagination were historically romantic.  The guide finally got to the topic of this crumbling looking building,  and asked if anyone had seen The Patriot.  Well no I hadn't.  This, he explained could be seen in the movie.  Something about Mel Gibson and special permission and I was squeezing my husband's knee..you know that,  "we must rent that movie and see this historical sight."  It'll give a visual of what it originally was.  

Romantic history went out the window.  This structure is made of plywood and concrete.  Now, that's just curious.. did they have those things back then?  "Then" was still undetermined to me but it was a very long time ago..right?  No, that building never was a whole building.  It was just what you see and made for the movie.  It was left as it does look like it belongs there and is rather cool.. but not nearly as cool as all those different possible buildings with some great historic story behind it that I'd imagined.   

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I've made a decision.  I think I am not going to leave.  After several hours of work and thought, and work.. (yes, it keeps interfering!)  I don't want to quit writing.  I can move to another blogsite but there will still be the same problem.  That being that I just may disagree with someone which is cool... but never do I intend to upset another person, I might but it's certainly not my intention. 

So..with that in mind,  I will state and re-state that while I believe a person's blog is their own to write as they choose,  I do think it's morally wrong for ME to write posts with the sole intention of insulting someone that has bothered me.  Yes, I will write when things upset me but I don't write just simply to be spiteful or nasty.  If you think it's okay for you do so.. have at it.  It's your blog, I just don't have to read it.

Most importantly,  if i have an issue with another blogger it will be taken up directly with that person and not ever named here.  Period.  I don't care if you piss me off.. it happens.  That doesn't make it right to announce it to the public, it is wrong, dead wrong and so totally unkind.  That is my own opinion.  If your opinion differs then have at it.. you are the one that must sleep in your bed at night and I must sleep in mine.  I respect your right to be rude. 

Now, if you don't like something I said.. perhaps because you totally disagree with it,  fine.  It happens.  But please do NOT send me a comment, good or bad and think I will ignore it.  To ignore a person's efforts, good, bad or indifferent is wrong.  So, if you disagree and don't wish to hear from me again,  I understand, that is your right.  Simply do not send me anything. Period. If you want clarification and don't like what I say, I understand... just don't respond and I won't attempt to apologize for the misunderstanding..

In fact, I am not again apologizing, whether I did it right or wrong, front door or back door,  for my own opinion.  I wish no apology for yours ..you are entitled. The same as I am entitled and if we don't agree lets be adult about it and move on to the next post.  Simple.

This is the end of this topic.  I write for me and me alone.  If others enjoy it, I'm glad.  If it upsets other's I'm sorry.  I do not write for others therefore I am never directing anything to another person, unless so stipulated and it's not likely going to be mean if I can help it. 

Now.. back to my regularly scheduled blogging.. sometime. 

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Sometimes it only takes one irritation.. one misunderstanding for me to wonder just why I am here. 

My intention is not to upset people.  IN fact I thought I made it clear but, eh.. I was wrong.   What I forget is that people have a way of reading in to something what they want to hear..what justifies themselves.

Yet, in the process of trying, perhaps a bad attempt at an apology.. . an apology for something i honestly shouldn't have had to apologize for,  I have learned that written words are far too easily misunderstood with someone feeling the need to get the last word in..  making me the bad one. 

So.. I don't know, this might be my check out post.  Maybe I'll turn it private and keep going.. but when the idea of writing becomes ugly to me I tend to not want to stick around.  If I have to worry that what I say can hurt someone's feelings then, eh.. it's not worth it to me.  

For the moment I'm undecided but.. at this point I'm ready to check out. 

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Is there anything better than a bubble beard?

And why the need to clean my shower doors?  I used WD-40 on them awhile ago.. (IT WORKS!)

I guess I'm just glad any residue has been washed off.  Maybe I should have just thrown her in there with some Ajax and then I wouldn't have to clean the tub?   

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I start writing and keep ending up going on bitter tangents.  My grandaughter is here with me right now.  She slept until noon.  My son didn't know if I should wake her or not.  It seems when she's with her mother she's kept up late.  So now he can't break that cycle. 

I think now as I write.. he should let her sleep as needed then on the day he has to give her back to the mother,  wake her up early so the mother gets to deal with her cranky .. but maybe will be kindof forced to get this one back on a normal schedule.  Course that could be just wrong for the child.  

He's tried twice to get custody of her so the wee one has some stability.  Maybe the third time will be a charm.. he just has to wait his chance again.

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I am officially retiring those rose colored glasses I've been wearing all my life. 

After half a century.. yes I said it... they are apparently pretty darned scratched up leaving alot of what I see rather funky looking!

Now, what to replace them with.  Maybe some sunglasses so nobody will recognize the person behind the wild ideas I can come up with.

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