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I buried a friend in June. I buried him on the an...
2007-07-23 19:00:00
I buried a friend in June .I buried him on the anniversary of his first date with his true love, the one he had been searching for his entire life. And where I would love to say they had years together, they did not. They had 363 days together. 363 days to love each other, 363 days to bask in each other. Around the 200th day, Peter was told he had terminal cancer. he has told he had but weeks to live. He did not believe he would die. His entire being felt too much joy and love for him to be leaving so soon. He could not leave her just after he found her and in turn found the missing part of himself. Peter in his true zeal for life, did not accept the death sentence. He would never utter aloud the possibility that he could be dying, but he knew he was. His body was betraying his heart.Peter loved Joanne. He loved her forever and always. He wanted to announce it to God. He wanted to marry his one true love. He wanted to marry Joanne, with his children, his grandchildren and his friend...
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07/07 BoyWonder was working on challenging, inte...
2007-07-07 17:16:00
07/07BoyWonder was working on challenging, interesting and creative work in 2005. This work was involved and had him either working late into the night, or leaving our fair country on a plane, across the ocean, through a few time zones, to London England. London, England, became a remote place. A place that had a firm hold on BoyWonder. A place where he would go, with a team of people, a place where he would have to stay for days, a place that promised hours and hours of planning before he left and when he returned, it promised more work, and more hours away fromhis home. A place where he could take a brief moment to visit his sister, a place where he seemed to have time to have dinner... A place that seemed far from reach of a daughter of seven. A place where the Queen lived and where there would be castles, held no romance for Scooter.Scooter, was a patient child waiting for her father to be free of the endless deadlines and travels to LondonEngland. But there were times when ...
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BoyWonder loves music, or maybe he just loves to...
2007-05-30 20:50:00
BoyWonder loves music, or maybe he just loves to torment me? Seventeen years later I have still not been able to figure it out. If there is a good song playing BoyWonder can not restrain himself from drumming at the dinner table, on the stearing wheel, on the door, on a book, to the point where he can drive me into a tailspin with the tapping of Keith Moon, John Bonham and Ringo Starr. But the tapping is nothing compared to his singing. I try for peace when I am with him and I deal with one symptom at a time..We from the very beginning of our relationship have had a 'no tapping' clause'. A quiet understanding between a couple. The tapping torment has evolved into a 'No tapping face', an expression of bugged out eyes and pierced lips and furrowed brows held by me, and over the years it has become more pronounced, with a sigh and a chin jutting out for good measure. And normally when the no tapping face is shown, the tapping subsides and I am given a few minutes to collect my th...
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During Robert's performance, some of my friend...
2007-05-15 18:42:00
During Robert 's performance, some of my friends started on with a dialogue.Who does he think he is? Dylan?That has to be the worst Dylan impersonator I have ever heard.I know Dylan and that is NOT Dylan....Pendullum, you can not be serious? You think? THAT? THAT guy, up there, is Dylan?As my friends talked and argued about how the man before them, could not be his Holy Folkness, and each revelling in the better insult, I ignored them. Bullying through dialogue does not make a moment any less so... Robert played on,I sat mesmerized drinking in this truly unique moment. A moment of hearing a person who was at first Robert to me, a nice guy at a bar, who approached me at a bar, who happened to read some of the same books as me, and had some of the same thoughts and interesting antedotes, and as he sang, in this intimate bar, he strangely became distant. He became a rock and roll icon. He was playing for such a select group of people and yet he started to soar, he transformed, as he ...
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So, A Guy Walks into a bar........... BoyWond...
2007-05-03 19:13:00
So, A Guy Walk s into a bar...........BoyWonder received a new cd in the mail today and it brought me back twenty years.I was twenty years of age and was to meet up with some friends at a local bar after my shift.The bar was connveniently located in the centre of the city , near the subway and streetcar lines, allowing for all to arrive with the least amount of effort. This bar was the type of place which hosted live entertainment. It was a run down joint which always smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. The live entertainment could be found not only on the stage but with the true objectional type of crowd the 'entertainment' could draw in. Part of the 'fun', could also be found in the notion of dodging the next thrown chair or missing the weave of a drunkard as he passes with a tray full of beers. But the majority of my pals wanted to meet there out of convenience, as it was indeed the devil we knew and if anything we would be 'entertained'.Most patrons opt for the bench...
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It Will Come Back to Bite You! Sixteen years...
2007-04-23 22:29:00
It Will Come Back to Bite You!Sixteen years ago I attended the wedding reception of Jim Cambell to his beautiful bride Emma. We were not invited to the service as they chose to elope to the cheesiest place on earth. They wanted it to be as campy as possible and I imagine that they did not want witnesses who truly knew them in attendance, as maybe we would forever judge them on the powder blue ruffled tux,the Elvis minister or the corny promises made in some Temple of Love. But this is want Emma desperately wanted.Jim, wanted to marry. Emma could have done with out it. She knew she loved Jim and she knew they were building a wonderful life together. Emma never envisioned the bridal party dream of silks and satin, she knew her heart was true and her love; her quirky love for Jim would last forever. But Emma also knew that her Jim desperately wanted to have a reception a few weeks after their elopement, after the honeymoon, and so she relented to a lavish 'Jim themed' reception to pl...
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My daughter collected the mail from our mailbox...
2007-04-12 16:32:00
My daughter collected the mail from our mailbox today. She went through the pile of bills and triumphantly called out that I had received a letter.I received a letter today. I received a letter on a cold and dreary day. As with any letter, I receive, it causes my heart to jump a beat in anticipation on seeing my name scrawled on an envelope. A handwritten letter brings pangs of excitement, or glorious anticipation, of what ideas and sentiments are stored inside.I always take a moment before opening a letter, as it is such an event.I always glance at the entire envelope, taking all in, before I open my letter. Sometimes, if I am lucky, there is the scent of the person who wrote it. And with this, I drink in the letter.I glance at my letter.It had my name addressed on it in a penmanship I was not familiar with.It had come a long way. I can see by the stamps.It was from South Africa.Beautiful stamps.I opened it.And inside was a letter from a person I have never met. A wife of a friend...
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A Man of All Ages There is an old man, he could...
2007-04-03 23:07:00
A Man of All Ages There is an old man, he could be 76 or 96 but I prefer to think of him as a Man of Ages, living in my neighbourhood.This Man of Ages, walks through my neighbourhood and I have observed him for years. His face is old. He has deep, deep, wrinkles, a fine, weathered face, a face which is riddled with character and stories. He is bald with a bit of stubble where side burns should be, he wears horned rimmed glasses from the fifties. He is five feet tall but he seems to loom as he walks up our main strip with purpose. He wears a knapsack on his back and he always dresses in khakis either long kahakis in the winter or army shorts in the summer. He dons a desert hat, over his shaved head and his legs do not have a hair on them. He is always wears hiking boots, with wool socks when he walks. And when he walks, he bounces. His gait is long and his arms firmly to his sides. He walks with determination staring ahead with his head level and his shoulders pulled back and his ches...
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Thinking! Thinking! Thinking! ME? THINKING? A Th...
2007-03-28 19:25:00
Thinking!Thinking! Thinking!ME? THINKING?A Thinking Award???Shucks!Me?Really?I would like to thank the Academy!And My Husband and daughter and my wee dog...Ohhhh... Can't think!I have been very blessed out in Bloggerland. I have been given a wonderful,stupendous award, and I have been terribly embarrassed by it. Embarrassed since it is a Thinking Award. A Thinking Award!!!This Award has been given to me by Lisa,http://mylifeasacliche.blogspot.com/ and MomMa'amME http://mommaamme.typepad.com/and Now Jenster http://did-you-ever-get-the-feeling.blogs pot.com/...All of these powerful, smart amazing bloggers. They have given me this award, just mentioning them, makes me feel unworthy. as their posts are so worthy of such an honour. So, if you can dear readers, please visit their sites for truly, inspirational and Thinking blogging.My entire blogroll should be nominated for this Thinking Award as all are wonderful writers who continually inspire me with your stories and your insight. I l...
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A Knight In Shining Armor? I was on an errand ...
2007-03-08 16:20:00
A Knight In Shin ing Armor ?I was on an errand downtown, in a rough part of town.I was focussed on my tasks at hand. I only was thinking of completing my errands and not taking in my surroundings. My mind was occupied with my agenda, when my inner world was invaded. My concentrated brain was distracted by an whistle.A whistle.A catcalling whistle.'HooHoo...' the kind of learing whistle of a construction worker trying to impress his coworkers whistle.'Come on... I am an old, married mother for goodness sake...' thought I. And with that discounted comment my mind revisited my list.And then I hear it AGAIN!'HooHoo.'Maybe my first look of annoyance did not get the point across.I am a lone woman on an urban street.I look to see where this, assaulting, whistle is coming from... I turn and give my nasiest, furrowed, don't think of messing with me, punk, scowl.Wait a minute!Nahh, It couldn't be?The only person on the street is a guy leaning out of a hearse.A hearse?'Hoohoo' he whi...
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Oscarina She a won... Kiss yer mudder kissw y...
2007-02-26 03:08:00
Oscarina She a won...Kiss yer mudder kissw yeer fadder...now lay a fat one on meya!!!!Doin such a happy dance!!!!Cryin''Okay...My GalPal WON the OSCAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!Best Animated Short....The Danish Pooooooooeeetttt!!!!!Can you hear my gleee????And tears of happiness????????If not please read my old entry ...http://dribblingwitt.blogspot.com/2007 /01/road-which-leads-to-oscar-last-week_3 1.html
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Up the street from us live two kids, Sophia and ...
2007-02-21 16:12:00
Up the street from us live two kids, Sophia and Max.They have known Scooter since she was about three years of age. They live with a mother who is a buyer for a high fashion store and a copywriter for a father. Their dad is the primary caregiver as their Mom has to go into the office and their father has the luxury of working through the house. He is in charge of the endless array of pandamonium that exists, on a daily basis, in his humble home.Sophia's name does not fit the image of 'a Sophia'. When I think of the name, Sophia, I think of sun dancing on the lake, soft gentle winds rippling the water, a seagull in the distance, I think of meadows filled with butterflies maybe throw a few bunnies hopping along for good measure. This is how I perceive the name Sophia as it dances off the tongue like sweet butter and equally blends with the scenery I have painted .The Sophia I know does not fit the image of the name I just painted. The Sophia I know is: a tornado. The Sophia, I know...
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Love is always bestowed as a gift…
2007-02-13 23:02:00
Love is always bestowed as a gift…freely, willingly, and without expectation...We don't love to be loved; we love to love." – Leo Buscaglia When Ingrid started to speak. I wanted 'it' all to go away. I wanted 'it' to be washed away, for this diagnosis, this prognosis to be a horrible, horrible mistake. I could not hear Stage Four cancer. I could not hear 'it' is in her bones and 'it' is tingling up her spine. And yet, I heard all of it. I can not imagine that we are entering our final act. I could hear how scared she is. I could hear how she can not leave her children. I could hear how young her kids were and how she would not be remembered. I could hear how she was afraid of vanishing from their lives and from their memory. But I could not cry in front of her. I could not repeat Stage Four Cancer. I could not repeat the facts of the cancer, I could not utter that it was in her spine. Because then it would filter through to my heart. 'Right then...' was all I could sa...
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How Do You Mend A Broken Heart? I remember Grade ...
2007-02-08 20:05:00
How Do You Men d A Broken Hear t?I remember Grade Eight and having to go to Guidance Class. Our teacher/instructor tried very hard to reach us. He tried very hard to express that we should understand the concept of what satisfaction was, and what life could be. He tried to tell us to embrace happiness when it came because it is a gift and a blessing not to be overlooked and taken for granted. He was faced by our jaded group; our group of hormone-infested tweens; tweens who were practicing our best scowls, while slouching in our chairs, looking through our Farrah Fawcett/Peter Frampton hair. We already knew it all.He would try and reach us by asking through questions as a forum. He would ask 'what is satisfaction?'. And he would receive the giddy response in return. He would roll his eyes and try to bring us out of our infinite knowledge by suggesting that satsifaction could be attained by reaching the bathroom when you really needed to go. He suggested that satisfaction could come i...
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The Road Which Leads to Oscar Last week the nomi...
2007-01-31 21:04:00
The Road Which Leads to Oscar Last week the nominees were announced for the 79 Academy Awards. And I have to painstakenly admit I do not take notice as I did before the birth of Scooter. I think there is something about having a kid and only seeing the films in the 'animated feature' category that truly takes the zing out of the Oscars.The Oscars resonnate a past life when I was part of the adult culutre. I would have seen all the films in all the categories. I would understand all the in jokes about the various films broadcast over the live feed. I would have been part of the Oscar club. I would have my bets on who should win and who would win.I would stay upuntilthe last category was won.But now, I find, I turn on the television the day of the event. I still watch the parade of glamourous stars wearing their beautiful designer dresses, who have hired sylists to ensure that they do not make a fashion faux pas for the glorious day. There is not a hair clip out of place and all dres...
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Santa is Alive and Well and Lives In California? ...
2007-01-23 19:43:00
Santa is Alive and Well and Live s In Cali fornia ?I am going to share with you my Dearbloggerfriend my great life reaffirming holiday story.My daughter has become a great Beatles fan. She absolutely loves them. It started innocently enough when she was about three years of age when she first saw The Yellow Submarine. She loved it. And through her nine years on this earth, she has been continually inundated with music from the Beatles.And last year something really hit a chord with my dear Scooter as she sat and watched A Hard Days Night. She sat mesmerized by these young boys from Liverpool, with their charming smiles, cute hairdos and close fraternity of the band that the film displayed. She loved the humour and the quirkiness of each band member. We have since followed it up with Help! and my daughter's love of Mr. Ringo Starr has been sealed. Sealed so solidly that I have been told that her first born son will be named Richard Starkey. I had always wondered what my first born gra...
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Elvis Presley - Baby What You Want Me To Do ('68 C...
2007-01-13 23:53:00
Elvis Presley - Baby What You Want Me To Do ('68 Comeback)They the powers that be at You Tube took off 'One Night' from their line up...and you really need the true Elvis Visual for the post... As I do not want you to thinkof anything other than the man clad in leather, jammin'!So It may not be' One Night' But it is at least a pretty distant second but I gotta do what I gotta do!So please read the next post...as this is just a quick wee eye candy visual and/or the music as a backdrop to the following post... My husband loves me me very much....
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One Night My husband loves me very much. My hus...
2007-01-11 23:32:00
One Night My husband loves me very much. My husband adores me. He would go to the sun and moon and back again for me... or at least he would take me to Graceland. He loves me so much that he knew what I felt for Elvis since I was a young girl. He knew I experienced the King's magic in the 68 Comeback special. He knew what an out of body experience it was like for me. He knew the King could make me swoon. And my Beloved was okay with it.So when we were courting he knew that he 'had' me when he suggested that we go on a road trip. He knew that I was in love. For who else could or would, want to share the true Elvis Experience with me?We went to Graceland,Memphis, Tennessee. The home of the King. We went singing a Blue Christmas and Heartbreak Hotel at the top of our lungs while eating peanut butter sandwiches. We went to Graceland saying'Tank ya, Tank ya very muuuuch'I loved the camp of Elvis. And as fate would have it we descended upon Graceland on Elvis' Birthday, January 8th, ...
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Donny Osmond- Puppy Love A Gift That Keeps On Gi...
2006-12-30 03:23:00
Donny Osmond- Puppy Love A Gift That Keep s On GivingWhen Jill called twelve years ago and asked me to go and see an Andrew Lloyd Webber Musical I was taken aback.I have known Jill for years and she is one, tough cookie. She has worked in construction for the past ten years and prior to that she was a bar maid at a very popular tough, blues bar. Famous blues artists knew her by name, greats like Buddy Guy, Mac Guitar Murphy or Stevie Ray Vaughn would dedicate songs in their set to Jill. She could balance a tray of beers, handle change, take a bow all in good grace with a cigarette dangling from her lips. She was a no nonsense type of woman that was used to smokey caverns and to be asked to go to a musical with her was if anything out from the character I thought I knew.'Ahh, come on Pendullum! You love musicals! It will be fun!' she begged....'But, its Andrew Lloyd Webber and I am not a big fan,' and huffily add 'He still has a alot answer for with that 'musical' Cats!'Ohhh,Co...
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Seasons of Love - Rent (Music Video) Today is th...
2006-12-20 14:12:00
Seasons of Love - Rent (Music Video )Today is the Anniversary of My Best Friend's PassingMy Best Friend died this day 2001 at 4:45pm.My Best Friend Died Alone in a hospital bed while I frantically tried to figure out how to get back to New York to climb into his hospital bed and whisper from the inner depths of my heart and soul that 'I love you madly!!! 'I truly Love you!!!'And while my husband said it was so fitting that he died before the darkest day of the year so that I may mourn him...It gave me no solace...But years later, I still mourn him on this day... For what I lost. For what the world lost.But most importantly I celebrate him.I celebrate the friendship.I celebrate the moments he gave me...and they will be cherished my entire life.He gave me wonders...And he wished wonders for me and my family...And to all of you from the bottom of my heart...I wish you all wonders on this holiday season...Lift up your hearts, behold the lights, embrace the stars and give lots of lo...
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Art is in the Eye of the Beholder Loralei is ...
2006-12-08 16:35:00
Art is in the Eye of the Behold erLoralei is a wonderful human being.Her parents named her well. She fits the name perfectly. Or did she grow into it?Loralei is a slight woman, she has twinkly eyes that envelop you in love and humour. She always looks like she is up to mischief or is at the gate to give a melodious laugh to accentuate the end of your witty story. She has a good nature. She is always doing good for the less fortunate and never talks about it. She would never think to boost her self importance up when she helped someone who was down. She really is the Florence Nightingale of our time. She has wiped many a brow, she has brought forth so much to our world that I am blessed to call her my friend.So, when Loralei's husband called to say he wanted to throw a party to mark her 50 years on earth, there was an overwelming response as a hundred and fifty people drove from far and wide to celebrate her marvellous life with youthful abandon. People came from as far as Dubai, pe...
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Dinner and a Show I have these neighbours. The ...
2006-11-21 22:13:00
Dinner and a Show I have these neighbours. The type of neighbours that never say hello unless you say hello first. They do not appear to know your name, that is until they find themselves stuck in a snowbank and need a push to get out of the tight spot and then your name flows like honey off of their lips. They religously attend church every Sunday. She teaches Sunday school classes. Her hair is always coifed. She is always dressed up, never in jeans and always has gum in her glum mouth which she chews as a viseral display accompanied with a scowl on her imposing face. He, has a loud booming voice that likes to use when dealing with his children. He swaggers when he walks and always has his keys in his left hand. His arms are placed a foot from his body when he walks, thereby taking up the entire sidewalk space with his being and his importance of being the master of his clan. He is on the board of directors of the church and for a first glance he is appears to be the pillar of our c...
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The Dance of Innocence There are places and tim...
2006-11-05 16:08:00
The Dance of InnocenceThere are places and times, songs and people that can make you transcend the boundaries of your present and can send you catapulting back, pulling back time, as you fall, it erases all wrinkles and jaded behavior and leaves you just as you were, in the blink of an eye or with the mention of your name, no spa, no drug, no fitness regime could be so powerful to turn back the clock of life.It was a cold, damp, autumn day, the air permeates through my layers of clothing and causes me to shiver as I prepare to leave the grocery store.The black clouds swirling overhead are beginning to threaten rain which has caused my mood to become more glum than it already is. I am laddened with 50 pounds of groceries distributed through ten plastic bags that are dangling from my wrists. And the wind begins to pick up just as I leaved the confines of the store. I feel old. I feel haggard. I feel put out by the evils of northern living. I am not having a good day.I think I hear m...
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What's in a word? We had a scare as a fami...
2006-10-12 01:00:00
What's in a word?We had a scare as a family. My father had been told that he may have prostate cancer.Cancer is one of those words that is so common in our venacular, and we are not adverse to hearing it on the street about various aquaintances. But no matter how often you hear it, the commonality of the word, does not prepare you.When you hear the word cancer spoken about a loved one it sends you to a place that can only be described as pergotory. That simple word can have the most calm person go into a state of panic for what can be lost forever.Panic for a life. Panic for the loss of a lifestyle and the quality of life has been taken for granted. Panic laced with a taste of death.My father had a taste for this word. As he/we had a cancer scare. Having this scare opened up Pandora's Box and all of us seemed to find ourselves in Pandora's Bedroom. As a child I had certain perimeter that I was willing to explore. As a child I would like to think that my existence on this earth w...
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My daughter turns Nine on Saturday. And amongs...
2006-09-27 20:03:00
My daughter turns Nine on Saturday .And amongst the chaos, of preparing for her party under the stars, with her twenty most intimate friends, I want to take the time to reflect on her miraculous birth. It is a time to be thankful for her. It is a time to think how I am blessed by the everyday joys of having her in my life and it is also time to remember how she splashed into my life. Her entry into the world was a cue for wonders and to believe in everyday miracles for they happen everyday sometimes you just need a reminder.My pregnancy was unique as all pregnancies are. I had a menstrual cycle through the first trimester. I only went to the doctor because I thought I had mono. But while in the doctor's office, waiting to seen, I thought... Just maybe, I could be pregnant.And pregnant I was. I kept my miraculous secret, a secret for two days as I wanted to tell my husband on Valentine's Day, with baby clothes.I wanted his first Valentine to be from our little Scooter. His first Va...
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Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl A Girl's Slumber Party...
2006-09-22 19:57:00
Neil Sedaka - Cale ndar Girl A Girl's Slumber Part y .I am about eleven years old. I am too old for dolls and too young for boys. It is an awkward time to be a girl. That is, unless you have your absolute best friends around and then all fits into place.This song brings me right back to my bedroom on the third floor in my house in the city. This brings me back to me standing beside my record player and playing this 45 that I just inherited from an old uncle of mine. I would play it over and over and all my girlfriends would take turns dancing, singing and miming out the song. Each time the song played, the campiness of our dancing and our singing would put any Dean Martin Roast to shame. We would squeal and laugh and fall onto my bed and play it again. We would all be wearing our comfortable pj's. We would have our sleeping bags and best junk food littered on the floor. We were young. We had each other.And we had years of friendship under our flannel belts.I grew up in an age before ...
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A Technicolor Dreamcoat? He saw her at a dan...
2006-09-17 15:13:00
A Tech nicolor Dream coat?He saw her at a dance. He can not recall what she wore. He can just recall the moment he saw her. He can only recall the feeling in his stomach. The urgency, in his being, his destination.He turned to his friend and said 'I am going to marry Her!'The friend had been listening to the music and scoping the room for a girl to dance with.The friend was just about to cross the room when it dawned on him, his friend had just something?What? Who? Who are you going to marry?Her, That girl over there...The boy's friend adjusts his glasses ands takes a better look..Oh, I don't think so! I went to grade school with her... And you are not going to marry her! You are not on her radar, Bub! She has career plans... Marriage is not in her mind...Have? Have you, even met her?No, But I am going to right now. And with that comment suspended in the air, the boy left his friend alone at the other end of the room and went to meet his wife.She does not recall the dance. She doe...
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The Year of Heroes and Villans September is ...
2006-09-08 15:22:00
The Year of Hero es and VillansSept ember is filled with a great deal of emotion for this old girl... This time of year is filled to the brim with memory. And yesterday September 10th is a big day for me, as that is the last time I saw my best friend. He flew here from New York City to be a part of my daughter's first day of school. He came to my country to be a part of our family moment. A family that he loved. It was his first voyage to a foreign country since his kidney surgery. A surgery that left him minus a rib, his adrenal glands and both kidneys. He came to my country with a sense of hope for the future. He came to my country in a great deal of pain. He came to my country to grab his independence back. To realize that the machines that sustained him would not bind him. He was determined to travel again. But just for brief stints as he did love his city so, and New York was home.I sit on my porch and there under my welcome matt,is the deliable imprint on my bestfriend's shoep...

Man,I Feel Like A Woman??? Nothing like getti...
2006-08-24 15:52:00
Man,I Feel Like A Woman ???Nothing like getting together with some galpals and breaking bread. It had been a long time. I am the only one with a kid and therefore my girlfriends built the whole night around me.They are all still single and they get together all the time. I am the one who is out of the loop. I was grateful that they were building the night around me. It made me feel special and wanted. And dare,I say it???'Carefree, childless and husbandless...' it was a bit liberating to just be plain ole me'I got ready. I even let my hair down,I put make up on. I dressed in an 'unkid friendly' way! My daughter enters the bathroom and exclaims 'Momma you look beautiful!' This sends shivers down my spine, as I think of a http://dribblingwitt.blogspot.com/2006/06 /just-click-your-heels-together-three.htm l.My husband follows her, hears the dialogue between the two of us and then interjects with 'No, hon you look good in a GOOD way!' which translates into' No, Hon you do NOT lo...
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What Advice Do You Follow??? As a kid you are gi...
2006-08-18 15:17:00
What Advice Do You Follow???As a kid you are given endless pieces of advice... There are pieces that stick and there are those that just fly by...There is a great deal of my life that is twinged my gaelic superstition... Like you NEVER put new shoes on a table...Itchy nose... Means you are going to have an argument or your going to be kissed by a fool... So if you do not think you are going to kiss the person you are with, quickly shake their hand so your ties of friendship may not be broken through the argument...My homicide detective dad would cringe as his mother would bestow such advise... and then go into his own diatribe..Like if a guy is asking for directions do you give him directions?The answer is no... For what the hell is a guy asking for directions of a girl for... The jails are littered with guys that succeeded in getting directions...Men are what fill jails... And it is not up to you to figure out which ones are the good guys... and if he would then go on with if I ev...
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