tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312206492011-10-03T07:31:32.219-04:00Friday's Child is Loving and GivingFriday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135076103957625795noreply@blogger.comBlogger2271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220649.post-51674558670355583672011-09-15T14:26:00.001-04:002011-09-28T13:53:32.423-04:00

When you first lose your job or in my case, one of your jobs, you are at first optimistic that your former employer will realize that they can not function without you and quickly call you back to work. Days and then weeks go by and suddenly you come to realize that this will not happen.  Your former employer can function perfectly well without you.  Now, you must really start looking for a new

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No one person should be as angry as I seem to be.  I can't seem to escape it.  Anger at myself.  Anger at the world.  Anger at life.  At times it consumes me. Don't talk to me.  Don't look at me.  Don't engage me. I don't want you're attention. I don't want to interact with you.  Later I'll only ask myself why I'm always alone, why no one ever talks to me.  Fool.  I exude anger.  It must flame

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I continually ask myself how did I come to be in this position?  How did I come to be this age, unemployed and living in Upstate New York?  How on earth did I end up living next to the neighbors from hell?  I mean if I have to be 50 years old and I have to be unemployed and living in Upstate New York...so be it.  But why the HELL did these people have to buy the house next door to me? What kind

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The tree was here when the woman first moved into the house.  She knew it was planted far too close to the house.  No one in their right mind plants an Oak tree less than ten feet away from the front of a home.  But it was already several years old and a good size; she didn't think this would be her forever home - so she left the tree alone. It continued to grow as trees are want to do just as

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She tries to sit outside whenever the weather allows it.  Always on the front steps.  Always with the Spaniel at her side  From this vantage point she can watch the world go by.  Her world.  The only world she has known for the past 24 years. She sits in the same position with her elbows on her knees supporting her chin, gazing at the same fence, same telephone pole and same neighbors houses.

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I recently had a long conversation with my close companions Fate and her sister Destiny.  I bet you didn't realize that they were sisters.  I didn't either.  Twins to be precise, though not identical, fraternal.  There is a third sister as well, named Doom. Close companions?  Yes, we've been together most of my life, if not my entire life.  It's just taken me fifty years to acknowledge them. No

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Why do I let you bother me so much?  After all these years, why do I let myself go to that place inside and feel the hurt all over again? How is it possible to recognize you sitting in your vehicle behind me in traffic?  Why do I even notice?  It's not like I ever drove past your house or you past mine.  I don't exist to you. Why can't it be that easy for me?  Why are you the ghost that keeps

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Being unemployed sucks.  There is no better way to describe it than that.  What's worse is being unemployed during the holidays.  That sucked pretty bad but not for lack of money.  Oh hell, of course it was.  I wanted to spend money just like everyone else and buy gifts for family and friends. I'd really like to buy myself a little something too and not just from the thrift shop. At least I can

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No one ever really tells us about the little deaths that happen in our lives.  People never seem to take you aside to warn you that certain events, like divorce, will seem like a death. And that each of these deaths will eventually take a toll. How do I explain this better? I'm not thinking of the concept that we all start dying the minute that we enter this world. That's an accepted subject, I

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A whole new world of frustration has opened up to me now that I am unemployed and that is the world of the uninsured.  Oh, I have belonged to this world before, but it was many years ago and oh how quickly one forgets how painful it can be. Before my official lay-off date I managed to squeeze in two doctors appointments and have them covered under my insurance.  I went for my annual check up

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Sometimes it's just really hard to function.  I'm sailing merrily through life, going with the flow, or so I thought, when suddenly I am blown off course.  Once again losing my compass bearing.  My head is swimming and my thoughts are swirling but luckily I remember to keep my mouth shut so as to not look like a complete fool. And I wonder, am I the only one that feels like this? Am I the only

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When I was a teenager my father was let go from his job.  Being a self involved young adult I remember little of how long he had been employed at the company or why he lost his job but seeing as it was circa 1974-1975 I imagine the reason he did had much to do with the recession of that decade due to the OPEC oil embargo. I do remember the inconveniences that it caused our family, the phone being

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There is nothing worse than being forced to rest against your will.  It is one thing to take a few weeks off and enjoy a nice restful vacation, it is another to take time off sitting with your ass planted on the couch.  Especially in June.  What makes it even worse is that this is a planned physical down time, so to speak, and I chose June thinking that the weather would be lovely and I would

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I have developed an aversion to noise. Stupid noise. Like the irritating sound coming from my neighbors leaf blower. It isn't even fall and I am being subjected to the sound of this machine. This droning, teeth clenching, ear ringing sound.But I digress. There is more to the story than that.Boredom coupled with hating annoying sounds perhaps?First there is the quandary of the neighbor that

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Last week a close friend of mine officially retired. He had a tough time trying to make the decision for the past year. At the age of 63 he could have worked until 65 or beyond. There was no pressure from the administration for him to retire nor was there any encouragement to stay. So as soon as the nice weather came around he quickly made up his mind and finished up the first week in June.

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I can't write.I don't want to write.I don't have time to write.I have too many thoughts to put into words these days, most of them depressing.I should write.I sometimes want to write.I have time now, this very minute, while I'm forced not to work, to write.I need to work through the redundant, depressing thoughts and let light back in.

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The birds of November captured my attention this year. Standing in my yard I would watch as a flock of pigeons would cross the sky swooping one way and then another. They seemed to be in perfectly synchronized, with their wings folded back into a "V" shape and their heads thrust forward pointing the way. They fly as one, dark silhouettes against a gray sky.Geese started flying through this

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Wishy is an older dog who still loves to explore his woods. Mostly Beagle, when he finds a scent you'll hear his call as he chases after it....that happy Beagle call...."I've found it!" He's deaf and doesn't care, most older dogs don't, just like most older humans don't care....they feel they've earned the right to not hear you or come when they're called.Friday was no different than any

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Not too long ago a German Shepherd showed up outside the door of my workplace. Every time someone entered the facility they told me about the dog at the door and leaning over the counter I could see him trying to come inside with the next member.Members were concerned, even anxious about this dog, wondering what to do about him. But it was past 5 pm and our dog officer finishes his day at 3 pm.

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I remember when the year 2007 rolled in and I thought, "Cool, 2007. I like 7's, lucky number there. Going to be a good year. Maybe THE year." After all 2006, 2005 and 2004 certainly hadn't been THE years. Divorce, death, disease and destroyed relationships had all made their appearances in those years. I was ready to kiss them goodbye! See ya! C'mon 2007! Bring me some luck.It started

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I stay away from this place as much as I can. I like to write. I like to put my thoughts down on paper. I like to be rid of them. But lately my thoughts are so depressing that I don't want to share them with anyone else. I could end the blog but then I'd be forced to put pen to paper and for a person that spends the majority of her day typing that can be an excruciating practice. And for

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Jamie walked away from his life this summer. His story is one that touched many people that I work with and although I only knew him slightly, his story is stuck in my mind.He was one of the first customers that I was introduced to at my second job this past spring. Sher referred to him as a regular and I soon came to recognize him as just that. And that was all I knew of him until after he

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I think my next house will need to have a large front porch. I admire front porches. Especially those that have wicker furniture and hanging plants under their roofs. I don't require a wrap around porch, nothing that grandiose, just something large enough for my chairs.The front porches that I don't admire are the ones that people have decided to allow garbage and clutter to accumulate upon.

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Every community has them, those people that are just slightly left of normal. The ones that have fallen through the cracks. The ones your mother told you to stay away from. When I was growing up there was no particular name for them....they were just odd. The one man that sticks in my mind was The Weeper, so named because he would attend just about any funeral in town, sit in the back row of

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It's that time of year again when everyone at work seems to be disappearing on vacations. To warm destinations. Antigua. Bahamas. Florida.Despite the fact that it is April 13th it is still very cold here, even for upstate New York. The fact that I am still using my wood stove and when that isn't burning I can hear the furnace kick on, is just a tad depressing. That and the snow that fell last

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I think one of the things I mind most about growing older is the loss of family. I came from a small family to begin with. My mother was one of two daughters, spaced all most eleven years apart. My father was the youngest of three children with fifteen years between him and his next sibling, his mother died after his birth. I have one sister.Growing up in Canada we lived within blocks of my

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The things that nag at me on a daily basis often leave me wondering if they will ever leave me alone. The thoughts that keep coming around, the memories that keep swirling around unbidden, unwelcome, yet come they do. It's strange how we learn to live with these things hidden in the recesses of our brains. They lurk there only to emerge at night during dream states or in daylight triggered by

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I'm actually mulling over the idea of starting a new blog centered around what it is like to fall into poverty in this country.Seriously.This is a whole new experience. While I was not raised by wealthy parents and I can well remember when my own father was out of work in the 1970's....what is happening to me now gives me a whole new appreciation for what my fellow human beings have lived

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I have entered a new phase in my life. Like many other Americans I am currently under employed and looking for work. More work or a job with more hours. I mean it's not like I don't work, I do, just not enough hours. I am only working 20 hours a week, technically (according to the union) I could work up to 40 hours as long as they weren't stipulated, but my employer has refused to grant me

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As I have stated previously it is going to be a rather meager Christmas in my household this year. My sons and I have discussed our feelings about this and have come to the conclusion that there is nothing to be done about it. They are happy to be able to come home and I am thrilled that they are able to do so. The three of us are content to share a prime rib dinner that youngest has offered

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Asking for help has never been one of my particular strengths, probably because I was raised by a father that made it clear you didn't take any help and as an adult he didn't offer me any. No, Daddy wasn't the kind of man to call his daughter and ask if she needed anything fixed around the house, gas in her car, food in the fridge or a few extra dollars. I was expected to do for myself. After

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Sometimes I wonder to what limit will I be pushed. I think to myself, surely this is enough as yet another electrical outlet fails and I need to replace it. (Electricity is not my friend.) But after that outlet has been rewired and brought back to working condition, I'll turn around or perhaps lie down and another problem will arise, or crawl dragging suitcases behind it, across my ceiling.

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Laying on my back, I watch the plastic butterfly mobile slowly spin around and around. I wonder to myself how many times it will make a complete circle. It slows to a stop, hoovers and slowly starts again. My guess is some air from the ventilation must have gently nudged it. Two of the butterflies are broken. Not that it matters, they have no where to actually fly to. They are molded plastic

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I attended another wedding this past weekend. Another friend of mine has remarried. That's two divorced friends that have remarried within the past year. Another friend moved all the way to Hawaii with her new man, but I think I already bitched about that. At least this wedding was in state and local, I didn't have to drive anywhere far to attend it.The wedding itself was quite the event. It

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I don't know about you but most of the time when I get a pain in my stomach it is nothing more than gas or a cramp. Monday August 18th I blamed the pain in my gut on too many cheesy poofs and lemonade. But as my friend told me on the phone that night, it hardly seemed like a lethal combination. Later that evening the pain would migrate from my belly to the right side of my lower abdomen and

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This is the photo of the puppies that I received today in my email. The very same puppies I wrote about just a while back. How beautiful they are! I wish they had sent along a photo of the mom.

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Last night I took a drive out to the village of Elbridge to find the fields of sunflowers that I had read about. The local newspaper had mentioned them in passing and I had seen a picture here and there of these gorgeous fields of sunflowers.The ride to Elbridge can either be had strictly by highway or round about by two lane country roads. I prefer the two lane roads being fairly familiar with

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Last weekend I transported a female Australian Shepherd and 7 of her 10 puppies from Syracuse to Watertown. There is a network of people that do this on a regular basis. That is transport dogs that have been rescued. This dog and her pups had come all the way from West Virginia and were going all the way to Ottawa Ontario where there is an Australian Rescue group.I owned a beautiful Aussie for

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My gynecologist is retiring at the end of this year. He figures that after 32 years of looking at vaginas and performing surgeries he deserves to have some time off. I suppose he does. His way-to-good looking son in law will remain in the practice. The son-in-law that I, for one, have never had an appointment with just because he is way too good looking for a Doogie Houser. Tall too. In

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I am thoroughly enjoying the summer Olympics this year. I think it's one of the first times that I have ever really paid attention to the events. There are many returning athletes from Greece that I remember which makes it all the more interesting. The team of Misty May and Kerri Walsh is back to defend their gold medal win in beach volley ball from four years ago and believe it or not that's

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I've held off on writing for a while (a long while) so that I can determine what it is I want to write about. Do I have writers block? Not really. But sometimes my thoughts are not ones that I want to share with people for fear that I might appear to be more negative or depressed than I really am. I miss writing and expressing myself. Like anything else when you are away from it, it is harder

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Last night just as I finished mowing the lawn, my cousin Joe walked up the street. Joe and his wife Gladys live up the hill and back down the other side, just a short distance from my house. They are in their late 70's and he is related to me on my mothers side of the family, my second cousin once removed. He is my only known cousin in New York state. I met Joe, twenty years ago, through his

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This was Chloe watching Max play....with much tolerance.

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Well Max and I met his new family this afternoon. Yup his new family. Sometimes you just know it when you meet someone....they were all meant to be together. It kind of hurt to watch him go off with them in their car but I am just not at a place in my life where I can take on another responsibility and dogs are a big responsibility. They were a family of four, mom, dad, son and daughter. They

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This is what I did this weekend. This is Max. He is a purebred Golden Retriever. We think he is about 10 months old, I'll find out his exact age when I can get possession of all of his records. Max was an owner surrender. The owner couldn't care for him or rather didn't have the time or ability to care for him. Retrievers are high energy puppies. I wish I could keep him but at this point

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Sunsets are fantastic at Fenway. There is nothing like sitting at a ball game in the summer time, any where in the United States, be it Little League or AAA baseball, you gotta love the boys of summer. I especially love the Red Sox and my youngest son has become a huge fan. What made this game really special was the fact that the world champion Celtics were there to show off their NBA trophy.

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Everyone should have a set of front steps that they can sit out on at night and ponder their thoughts, dreams or just mull over the days events. I was reminded that I was not the only one that does this by another person this week while reading an internet forum. A woman posted how she likes to sit in her driveway after she has put her children to bed and just look up at the stars or sit and

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Contents of my pocketbook aka purse aka bag.1. (3) pens2. (7) Band-Aid brand bandages3. Purell hand sanitzer (1 FL oz)4. Calvin Klein Eternity Eau de Parfum spray (5 FL oz)5. Systane Lubricant eye drops (1/2 FL oz)6. (1) barette7. Insight reading glasses (+2.00) in case8. (2) Forever postage stamps9. note pad10. Kiss emory board11. Clinque Deep Comfort Body Butter (1.3 oz)12.

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I come from a small family. One of two daughters. My mother was one of two daughters. My father was one of three children. Only my sister and I survive. And a few scattered cousins. Everyone else is deceased. Everyone. My sister is married with three adult daughters and I am divorced with two adult sons. You would think that because there are just the two of us, my sister and I, that we

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Monday May 26th is Memorial Day this year. Originally known as Decoration Day, the date of May 30th was officially set aside in 1868 by the organization of Union veterans (the Grand Army of the Republic). It was a time for the entire union to honor their dead and that date was chosen because flowers would be in bloom all over the country.Today, in 2008, many Americans tend to treat the day as a

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I find it rather interesting that when I am asked a question by someone that if I give them the answer that they are least expecting their reaction is one of disbelief; anger; hostility; and nonacceptance. Maybe I've stated this in a difficult fashion. Let me try to state it in an easier way.Why is it that when someone asks your opinion and you give it, if it doesn't jive with what they are

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I've been tagged by Greeneyezz to answer this meme. Her way perhaps of nudging me into writing a blog entry. Something she might regret however after she reads what I have to say.The subject of the meme is love. The kind of love that is experienced between lovers.Here goes. Or rather here comes my spew/view on these rather (in my opinion) trite questions.What does true love mean to you?Ahh

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It's snowing here. Again. Nothing new, nothing unusual.It's cold. Nothing new or unusual there either. In fact it's been rather mild this winter and Friday was one of the first really cold mornings we had.Thursday was a perfect winter day, in my honest opinion. If there can be such a thing in my opinion. Which as I age is not very often. I woke up to the coldness of my bedroom, not unusual

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I have finally finished reading Jon Krakauer's book, Into Thin Air. It's not that I'm a slow reader, I just haven't made the time to seriously devote the time to read this book that the boys gave me for Christmas. It was a good book but I must say that I don't understand the attitude of the type of person that does high altitude climbing. Into Thin Air was originally published as an article

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Last week I was threatened at work. Threatened by a man who didn't get what he wanted. He threatened me with steak. The price of steak to be correct. He's a butcher. On the side. I've never bought meat from him before. Although tonight I'm cooking some of his Italian sausage that a coworker gave me to try. Small world. How does one threaten another with steak? I was unaware that it was

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I always thought that at some point in my life things would start to slow down, even out, simplify and that I might even start to enjoy myself somewhat. It was a thought.I thought once my ex left that my life would somehow begin again. That everything would start all over again. From scratch. Like a seedling. Unfortunately the seeds he left behind were more like crab grass. I turn 48 years

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Apologies to Kim who tagged me for this meme. As I wrote to her in an email, when I'm not blogging I tend not to visit other blogs. I think it has something to do with my bookmarks toolbar. If I don't have that folder open for blogs than I don't open them all up!Poor excuse I know. I'm in a funk what can I say? I mean when's the last time we saw the sun in this neck of the woods? I need

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Bright sunshine and blue skies. Long icicles hanging from the roof. About two foot of snow compacted on the same roof. Can't open the front door. The City is under a State of Emergency and garbage pickup has been suspended for a week because of this.Just another weekend in the snowbelt.Just another weekend in Oswego County.Just another day in Upstate New York.Just another reason that I belong

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Saturday we didn't have any snow on the ground until late at night. I was happy with that. It hasn't even been that cold here this winter. I was happy with that too. But I knew we were going to get hit. We don't live in the snow belt for nothing. Global warming hasn't kept Lake Ontario warm for nothing either. Warm water + frigid air moving over it = lake effect. We're getting dumped

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I thought of Kim this morning when I went to put the dogs out and couldn't open the front door. Out to the back of the house we went and through the garage. At least they were able to relieve themselves until the snow let up enough for me to clear out the front. It has stopped temporarily but I'm pretty sure we're going to get some more.Just for reference, I went to bed at 2am this morning.

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I just read the responses to my most recent post. And they got me to thinking about the subject of depression even more. Dark thoughts are not uncommon to human beings and many of us suffer from chemical imbalances which only make it that more difficult to evade them or learn to live with them.But what I really started to think about is this. What is it that gets you through each night and day

Friday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135076103957625795noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220649.post-59066598273108580352008-01-13T19:02:00.000-05:002008-01-13T20:35:52.235-05:00

Ah yes the prodigal child returns to her blank screen once again. Many times I've thought of this site, thinking that I should really write something and leave it here. The same amount of times I've found something else to do, not wanting to share my thoughts with anyone, until today. Or maybe last night.Last night someone signed on to the forum I frequent and started talking. Talking about

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I live on a corner lot. The houses in my neighborhood were built in the years just after WW II. They are all similar Cape Cod design and sit on approximately the same size city lot. Our driveways are each about two car lengths long and the streets are narrow by todays standards. When people park their cars on the side of the street it becomes even narrower and precarious to get around.Some of

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Are you ready for Christmas?Got your shopping done?These are the questions echoed lately wherever I go.I smile politely and give the appropriate answer. But in reality I want to ask are we ever ready for Christmas? And I think to myself, if I was a smart woman I would start my shopping in January of each year. I would also open up a Christmas Club account at the bank like I did when I was a

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I am at a loss when my children ask me what I want for Christmas. Seriously what could an adult possibly want or need? At least an adult that has a job and a home. All my needs and wants are taken care of. In the end I wrote down the names of two books I would like to read, the requisite slippers and p.j's and items to make my bathing experience seem more like I'm at Mirabeau. As if.What I

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The drive to Oswego in winter is not a pretty one. It's a straight shot of open highway that can become treacherous when the wind kicks up and sends the snow across it. It isn't a long drive, ten minutes at 60-65 mph in the 55 mph zone. It is stark. Tree lined.Cold birds line the power line huddled together for warmth.Black crow alights atop the highest branch of a tree and stretches his

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I am hoping if I sneak in here quietly maybe no one will know that I am back and I can blog quietly to myself for a while. Sounds strange I know, perhaps even selfish. After all a blog is supposed to be a public diary of sorts, a place where you record your daily thoughts or activities and share them with others. But there are times when I don't want to share, when I just want to write what I

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Not blogging as can plainly be seen. Taking a time out.Nothing to say that is constructive or positive. I'm writing, but not here. Most of what I have to say is too private anyways. It's amazing how life can settle upon your shoulders and just drive you into the ground. Relentlessly. Don't ever become ignorant to that fact or to the people in your life that it happens to. You may not

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As I was dressing to go to work today I came to the realization of something very scary. I had never realized it before either. Perhaps because I really don't spend a lot of time in front of that full length mirror in the bathroom. Now I know why. I have Homer Simpson's body. In a kinda sorta female way.Is that possible? Well I decided it was when I looked in the mirror today. Fully

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So how do you want to be treated? According to a recent letter to the editor in the local paper your wife felt that you both had been treated rudely by a public official at an open meeting. What struck me as ironic was the fact that you had been in my office just this past week and had berated my department head and coworker. Fortunately I was at class and missed the whole thing. I did get to

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Oh what a night in Boston it was. And of course youngest son is in the thick of it. Not that he actually had tickets to the Sox game but he and his buddy decided to go down to Fenway anyway to watch the game from one of the many vendors that have put flat screen TVs out for public viewing.I received several text messages from him during the game. Boston PD had arrived on horseback. Large horses

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Well, it's so nice to be back among the living. I've discovered that six weeks spent in a classroom cramming a semesters worth of knowledge into your brain leaves it like mush. And if your brain is over forty years of age that mush ain't pretty at the end of the day. I rather liked being back in the classroom. I have participated in continuing education for my job position over the past

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I've said it before and I'll say it again, I live in a small town. Population wise it may not be that small. In fact it isn't even a town, it's a city. But it has the atmosphere of a town. A town with a river that separates one side from the other. The east from the west. The less desirable neighborhoods from the actual neighborhoods that were built as tracts. I left work tonight and

Friday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135076103957625795noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220649.post-68142883150971483882007-09-17T17:39:00.001-04:002007-09-18T18:57:08.440-04:00

Well I managed to survive the first course in the Appraisal series that I am taking this month. Sitting in a classroom from 9-5 is no easy task for me either, especially when the subject is this dry. I am taking the courses here, which is not that far of a commute. The City (my employer) will pay for R-1 and R-2 because those courses are also required for my Assessors certification, but they

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When you walk through a stormhold your head up highAnd don't be afraid of the dark.At the end of a storm is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark.Walk on through the wind,Walk on through the rain,Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heartAnd you'll never walk alone,You'll never, ever walk alone.Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart And you'll

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There are times when I just want to walk away from everything. I've had enough. I don't want to do this anymore. Do what? Do. This. Do this thing called living. This living every day to day to day. On my own. By myself. I don't want to do it. It's old.I'm sick of the fight at work. Sick of worrying about something I have no control over. Why should I care? I don't even get to work

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This has been one of the driest summers that I can remember. And now it continues on into September. Hot and dry. Global warming giving us a live demonstration. Driving through town I notice that all of the lawns are parched, not just mine, they are beyond the stage of just looking a little dry. They are dead. Or perhaps I should say they have gone into the dormant stage of self

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I am so naive at times. So sheltered from reality. I posted a link to this article in the forum I frequent and got not one response. NOT ONE. Which shocked me. People were content to post about their allergies and laundry. The important first day of kindergarten. (I stress that it is important.) Jokes and general nothingness, but when a link to a news article of this importance is posted

Friday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135076103957625795noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220649.post-23440205439960121302007-09-01T22:56:00.000-04:002007-09-01T23:50:55.677-04:00

This subject is near and dear to my heart as well as other parts of my anatomy, as many of you know. I'm publishing the article in it's entirety because of the new information that I was able to glean from it...namely that perhaps older women should be immunized; that possibly it will be available to men and that another drug manufacturer will be producing a drug in 2008 that will cover 4

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As a parent you know you're loved and missed when you're talking on your land line with one child and the other child calls at the same time on your cell phone. Not to ask for food or money but just to say hi.

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I was just sitting here tonight contemplating what to write about. It's not that I lack for subject matter, I have many, it's just that some take longer than others. Once again the weather has changed and we have come through a hot spell and into a cool one. The air conditioning is off and the windows are wide open allowing the noises of the evening to drift inside.And the barking of the

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There are some things which I fail to understand. I know that's because I'm not meant to understand them. I can think about the issue or problem for any length of time and actually get to where I have some basic knowledge of "it", but that doesn't mean I understand why.Why.Why the daughter of my ex-boyfriend, who is still a good friend, has been diagnosed with epilepsy and Tourette Syndrome.

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Got the house to myself again. I haven't been alone since before the weekend of May 5th. That's when the BIG wedding occurred. The boys came home from school just before that. Oldest departed today for his last semester at UB. Youngest went back to Boston a week or so ago, he needed to find new digs as he and the room mate had decided to go their separate ways. And as Martha would say "

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From last night.....Rain is about to move in tonight. The breeze has picked up and it is lovely and cool right now. My knees are aching too, when I go down the cellar stairs they make a crunching sound. Ouch! Sure sign though that the weather is about to change.I just finished downloading and filling out another form for USCIS for my citizenship. While I was on their site it was brought to

Friday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135076103957625795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220649.post-88432459090984290292007-08-11T21:34:00.000-04:002007-08-13T21:06:12.204-04:00

I've never really blogged about my dreams before until the Gordon Lightfoot one. That's because I consider them to be rather personal. I dream in colour and I can usually remember them in some detail. Like many people my dreams will fall in to certain categories or types. I've never read a book on dreams but this is what I know.I still have dreams that I am back in school and can not find my

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I had the most vivid dream last night.Of Gordon Lightfoot's death.How weird is that?So Gordie if you're reading my blog let me ask you this, do you have cancer? Because that's what you die from in my dream. The picture, of you, that they put in some Canadian tabloid ( I didn't know Canada had tabloids) is horrible, you look really, really old. But then you must be kind of old. I figure you

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I said good bye to the youngest one today and his brother drove him home to Boston. He now has the rest of the month to clean up his apartment and find a new place to live before his lease is up at the end of August. Not much time. But then that child has never left much time for anything.He sublet his share of the apartment for the months of June and July to a student from Tulane who was

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I got one of those emails today, you know the type that ask you things about yourself and then you send it back to all the people on the list. Yea I know, kind of boring and it's been done too many times. But then I thought, hmmm maybe I can use it as subject matter in my blog. Some bloggers do a list of "100 things you didn't know about them"....I'll print the email questionnaire and answer

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My friend from work lives in a little house on the river. Lucky guy, he has a view and access to the water for his canoes, kayaks and small power boat. Tonight he took me, another friend from work and her boyfriend for a cruise down the river. We went through one set of locks, tied up the boat, had dinner and came home. There was a beautiful sunset and the air was warm. We got back to his

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I remember when I was a child time would pass by so slowly. Agonizingly slowly. You couldn't wait for what tomorrow would bring. The summers seemed endless. Christmas seemed never to come. You thought you'd never become a teenager and then thought you'd never become an adult. When would you be old enough to drive? To drink? Why was high school taking so long? And then college?Now each

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When I was eighteen years old and just graduated from high school Meat Loaf was very popular. He had just come out with the Bat Out of Hell album and the tour was very successful. Like everyone else I thought the man was very talented and knew all the words to all the songs.My boyfriend at the time also like Meat Loaf and did a great imitation of him. What was uncanny though was the fact that

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Youngest asked if I wanted to accompany him to the mall while he looked at new cell phones this afternoon. I declined. Going to the mall is not one of my favorite past times. Watching youngest pick out yet another replacement cell phone is really not much fun either, how he manages to destroy them is beyond me and I'm glad I don't have to foot the bill.He seemed a little put off when I said

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This is a post from June of last year when I was still blogging on msn. I thought it was a good one and appropriate for what seems to be a reoccurring problem on Internet forums.Common DecencyYou know the bumper sticker that reads "get in, buckle-up, shut-up and enjoy the ride"? Or something to that extent? Well this entry is going to be a long bumpy one.Very few people bother me on the forums.

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It was a Boo Boo!I deleted it though because I am actually going to post later.

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I just love the sultry, hazy days of summer. I especially love the sounds that accompany them. I know I've written about noises before but these are different, this is the hum of a warm summer day.I was sitting in the garage this week after weed eating, taking a break in the shade when all the sounds came to my attention. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon they was still humming

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Well baby boy has returned home at last. After spending the last 29 days in Jacksonville Florida, he flew in last night and is golfing with big brother and a friend as I type. The only reason I think he returned home is because tomorrow, July 23, is his 21st birthday and he has to renew his driver's license. Plus he does need to return to Boston at some point to look for a new place to live,

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