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Sorry I've been such a slacker but I've been so busy at work that when I come home it's all I can do to keep my eyes open much less actually string words together into actual sentences. Grandma's husband died on Tuesday. He deteriorated so quickly it's not even funny. He was relatively fine when Grandma went into the hospital for her bleeding ulcers and that was less than a month ago. I wasn't home at all on Sunday. From Mass I went to Pamela's for a much needed haircut from Pamela's I went to a guy's house to watch the baseball game. The Tigers were playing so hideously and the game was lasting forever so I left around 4:00. I had to help Grandma fill out the trip insurance paperwork for the airline tickets she had to cancel for Labor Day weekend. My brother had told me on Friday that her husband. Eugene (not his real name) hadn't been awake since Monday while I was there on Sunday he was moved to the "actively dying" list. Grandma wanted to go to my uncle's for dinner so I told her that I would stay with him while she got away for a little bit and got some food. My mom decided to stay as well. While we were sitting there. I was rubbing his hand hoping it offered some comfort if there was enough of him still there to appreciate it. I told my mom that it was lucky he married Grandma because otherwise he'd have been all alone. When I had gotten to hospice that afternoon his son was there but he left while I was helping Grandma with her paperwork in the Family Room. He had been there three times that week but he didn't like it because Eugene wouldn't wake up and talk to him. A little unclear on the concept eh? His daughter had been there on Friday after work didn't come on Saturday at all and then showed up briefly Sunday early afternoon. She was gone long before I got there. I guess she was there when he died. So my entire family (minus one aunt who just doesn't have any time off) is either here or arriving in time for the Memorial Mass on Saturday. My Grandma is doing quite well. Mom told me that she choked up a bit on Sunday when calling the funeral home to give them the heads up but other than that she's been doing well. Someone might have been my uncle on Sunday called her "Our Little Rock of Gibraltar." She was so good with him too. She would tell him that he had so many visitors and all these people were here to see him and she would kiss him on his forehead. When she left for dinner she told him that and told him to have a nice nap and when she got back from dinner she bent over and told him she was back and did he have a nice nap and how Mom and I stayed there with him. Once this weekend is over. I'm hoping Grandma will now take the time she needs to recover from the internal bleeding. She gets weak and tires more easily than before so she really needs to build her blood up. Now that she won't be sitting at hospice until all hours she'll have no excuse for not taking care of herself. (one of the very limited # of people with whom I keep in touch from my SF days) participated in an on-line interviewing process (aka survey or that other word I refuse to use) started by someone she reads. There are rules of course:Interview rules:1. Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.” 2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the questions.4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.5. When others comment asking to be interviewed you will ask them five questions. Here are Suzy's questions and my answers:Here are the questions!1. You're my idea of a true Detroiter. What's yours?Someone who loves the city despite her faults myriad though they are.2. Why did you start blogging and what keeps you doing it?I started blogging the day I found out that my dear friend emmo2 was being released from the hospital and given one week to live. I needed to rail against the unfairness of life. He died less than 48 hours later and an hour before I was going to visit him to say I love him. He knew I loved him but I wanted one last opportunity to tell him. Truthfully my regular readers keep me at it. I like reading other people's blogs and appreciate their efforts. I like it when people leave comments at my blog.3. What's one thing none of your friends or family knows about you?That I'm incredibly insecure. I figured my one aunt must think I'm really secure because a couple of years ago she went on and on and on and on about how everybody thinks my younger sister is so pretty but she (the aunt) thinks that the OS (older sister) is absolutely gorgeous. I got to hear this not once but twice!!! Not once did she say anything about me she simply discussed how attractive my two sisters are.4. When did you become a vegetarian and why?Oh heavens it was a hundred years ago give or take 80. I stopped eating beef & pork first and that was in 1985 (I think). I stopped eating poultry and fish New Year's Day 1991 or 1992 because I figured it was the next logical step if I were doing it for ethical reasons which it had become over the years. I had never liked "meat" when I was growing up and would just cringe when we would have steak. When I was in college. I was never home (it was a commuter college). I would leave for school by 7:30 every morning and wouldn't go home until after the library closed at 11:00 p m. One day I got home around 11:30 as usual and was looking for something to eat. I asked Mom what there was as I hadn't been home for dinner in years. She said. "There are some pork chops from today and hamburgers left from yesterday." I turned my nose up and gave a clear indication that neither option struck my fancy. My mother freaked out! "Oh my God you've become a vegetarian…blah blah blah." I honestly don't remember exactly what she said other than that but I do remember thinking. "Hmm that's a good idea." The whole extended family (Grandma aunts uncles sister etc.) took it as a personal affront that I refused to eat meat after that. Then I stopped eating poultry and fish and they were just beside themselves because they just didn't know what to feed me when it came to family dinners as chicken was no longer an option. Thankfully within the past couple of years my one cousin has become a vegetarian and another cousin married a vegetarian so options are more plentiful than they used to be. Although my one sister still refuses to have anything I can eat at her house. It's always. "Bring whatever you want to eat." I think it's unfair as nobody else has to do that but whatever. After the spinach dip debacle. I just don't argue. The spinach dip debacle occurred one year when I was asking the OS what I should bring for Christmas. She gave me a few options which included spinach dip. I said. "Oh. I could bring spinach dip (Easy!) except that Mom doesn't like my spinach dip." OS said. "Really? Oh that's right you don't use beef bouillon." WTF?? "What?" "Yeah our recipe calls for beef bouillon." "Why didn't you tell me you use beef bouillon?" "Why? It's not like it killed you." Needless to say. I was pissed off but you see the attitude that I've had to deal with all these years. And trust me it hasn't gotten any better. The best part is that whenever I tell somebody that story they all say. "Beef bouillon? Who makes spinach dip with beef bouillon?" In fact a few of my friends are complete smart asses and will tell me that beef bouillon is in everything they make from brownies to potato salad. We all laugh.5. What's the one talent you wish you had?I always wanted to play the violin just like Violet from (my all time favorite childhood book). One problem with going to Catholic school is that there's no money (or at least there wasn't back in the 70s) for such frivolities as music or art. We did have music class once a week which consisted of us going to the music room (a double classroom in the 3rd wing) sometimes which contained an old piano. I’m not sure anybody ever played said piano but we did sing songs as a class. I remember "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree," "My Darling Clementine" and other such classics. There was band or orchestra or whatever it was called in high school but I was on the college prep track and there was no time for anything other than your basics that would get you into college. I would be surprised actually if anybody from my grade school took band/orchestra since music was not really encouraged. My freshman year of high school was so packed with classes that I didn't even get the mandatory gym class (took in sophomore year with all the freshmen – so embarrassing) nor did I have a lunch hour. I had to squeeze in lunch in a ten minute period. And there ya go. If you want to be interviewed leave me a comment or e-mail me and I'll rack my brain for some interesting questions. Oh yeah. I see the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow again. I'll keep you posted. I am sorry to hear of your grandmother's loss. I lost my father two years ago as of two days ago and my mother is still severely depressed. She's been with him since she was 16 and lost him in her 60's. I have to say. I didn't want to stay at the hospital with my dad when he was dying. I did for a few hours each day even though I had a complete family to take care of at home who didn't quite understand but I don't think anyone dies and thinks. "That bitch wasn't with me when I died. Hate her!" My family spent a lot of time after my dad died trying to say who spent the most time with him and I was the first one to say stop the bullshit. Your interview was interesting. Beef cubes in spinach dip is a new one to me. I'd love to be vegetarian if only to be super skinny but I do love red meat. Dave - I've learned to ask about desserts too particularly pies. Silly lard. ;-) I'll work on questions for you over the weekend. Personally. I think Grandma will be better off not having to take care of him. Jason - Doesn't count as I'm still pretty sure all I got was bread and mustard. LL - Exactly and it's not like it's someone we loved to distraction (no offense to Eugene but he spent too much time trying to isolate Grandma from us). The next four days are going to be all family. Beth - No. I agree with you except that his kids could have spent time there and given my Grandma a break. She didn't need spend 12 hours there every day but she wasn't going to leave him alone. I think I'd have to go vegan to be super skinny. *sigh* I hope your grandma is coping and taking care of herself. The interview was interesting. I'll take it point by point:1. Loved this answer. I think everyone belongs somewhere and this should be how they feel about that place.2. Oh (about the reason you started). So very sad. But the last bit - yes the community of friends is the best thing.3. You too? I wonder if maybe deep down everyone is a bit insecure.4. I couldn't do it. No way. I'm an omnivore and I would miss meat too much.5. I had no idea Catholic school was so busy. PDM never let on about that (he went until he was 13 and his family moved from Springfield. IL to the north Georgia mountains where there weren't any Catholic schools). He mostly has good things to say about his Catholic school experience but he never got into much trouble so it was probably a good fit for him.

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Sorry I've been such a slacker but I've been so busy at work that when I come home it's all I can do to keep my eyes open much less actually string words together into actual sentences. Grandma's husband died on Tuesday. He deteriorated so quickly it's not even funny. He was relatively fine when Grandma went into the hospital for her bleeding ulcers and that was less than a month ago. I wasn't home at all on Sunday. From Mass I went to Pamela's for a much needed haircut from Pamela's I went to a guy's house to watch the baseball game. The Tigers were playing so hideously and the game was lasting forever so I left around 4:00. I had to help Grandma fill out the trip insurance paperwork for the airline tickets she had to cancel for Labor Day weekend. My brother had told me on Friday that her husband. Eugene (not his real name) hadn't been awake since Monday while I was there on Sunday he was moved to the "actively dying" list. Grandma wanted to go to my uncle's for dinner so I told her that I would stay with him while she got away for a little bit and got some food. My mom decided to stay as well. While we were sitting there. I was rubbing his hand hoping it offered some comfort if there was enough of him still there to appreciate it. I told my mom that it was lucky he married Grandma because otherwise he'd have been all alone. When I had gotten to hospice that afternoon his son was there but he left while I was helping Grandma with her paperwork in the Family Room. He had been there three times that week but he didn't like it because Eugene wouldn't wake up and talk to him. A little unclear on the concept eh? His daughter had been there on Friday after work didn't come on Saturday at all and then showed up briefly Sunday early afternoon. She was gone long before I got there. I guess she was there when he died. So my entire family (minus one aunt who just doesn't have any time off) is either here or arriving in time for the Memorial Mass on Saturday. My Grandma is doing quite well. Mom told me that she choked up a bit on Sunday when calling the funeral home to give them the heads up but other than that she's been doing well. Someone might have been my uncle on Sunday called her "Our Little Rock of Gibraltar." She was so good with him too. She would tell him that he had so many visitors and all these people were here to see him and she would kiss him on his forehead. When she left for dinner she told him that and told him to have a nice nap and when she got back from dinner she bent over and told him she was back and did he have a nice nap and how Mom and I stayed there with him. Once this weekend is over. I'm hoping Grandma will now take the time she needs to recover from the internal bleeding. She gets weak and tires more easily than before so she really needs to build her blood up. Now that she won't be sitting at hospice until all hours she'll have no excuse for not taking care of herself. (one of the very limited # of people with whom I keep in touch from my SF days) participated in an on-line interviewing process (aka survey or that other word I refuse to use) started by someone she reads. There are rules of course:Interview rules:1. Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.” 2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the questions.4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.5. When others comment asking to be interviewed you will ask them five questions. Here are Suzy's questions and my answers:Here are the questions!1. You're my idea of a true Detroiter. What's yours?Someone who loves the city despite her faults myriad though they are.2. Why did you start blogging and what keeps you doing it?I started blogging the day I found out that my dear friend emmo2 was being released from the hospital and given one week to live. I needed to rail against the unfairness of life. He died less than 48 hours later and an hour before I was going to visit him to say I love him. He knew I loved him but I wanted one last opportunity to tell him. Truthfully my regular readers keep me at it. I like reading other people's blogs and appreciate their efforts. I like it when people leave comments at my blog.3. What's one thing none of your friends or family knows about you?That I'm incredibly insecure. I figured my one aunt must think I'm really secure because a couple of years ago she went on and on and on and on about how everybody thinks my younger sister is so pretty but she (the aunt) thinks that the OS (older sister) is absolutely gorgeous. I got to hear this not once but twice!!! Not once did she say anything about me she simply discussed how attractive my two sisters are.4. When did you become a vegetarian and why?Oh heavens it was a hundred years ago give or take 80. I stopped eating beef & pork first and that was in 1985 (I think). I stopped eating poultry and fish New Year's Day 1991 or 1992 because I figured it was the next logical step if I were doing it for ethical reasons which it had become over the years. I had never liked "meat" when I was growing up and would just cringe when we would have steak. When I was in college. I was never home (it was a commuter college). I would leave for school by 7:30 every morning and wouldn't go home until after the library closed at 11:00 p m. One day I got home around 11:30 as usual and was looking for something to eat. I asked Mom what there was as I hadn't been home for dinner in years. She said. "There are some pork chops from today and hamburgers left from yesterday." I turned my nose up and gave a clear indication that neither option struck my fancy. My mother freaked out! "Oh my God you've become a vegetarian…blah blah blah." I honestly don't remember exactly what she said other than that but I do remember thinking. "Hmm that's a good idea." The whole extended family (Grandma aunts uncles sister etc.) took it as a personal affront that I refused to eat meat after that. Then I stopped eating poultry and fish and they were just beside themselves because they just didn't know what to feed me when it came to family dinners as chicken was no longer an option. Thankfully within the past couple of years my one cousin has become a vegetarian and another cousin married a vegetarian so options are more plentiful than they used to be. Although my one sister still refuses to have anything I can eat at her house. It's always. "Bring whatever you want to eat." I think it's unfair as nobody else has to do that but whatever. After the spinach dip debacle. I just don't argue. The spinach dip debacle occurred one year when I was asking the OS what I should bring for Christmas. She gave me a few options which included spinach dip. I said. "Oh. I could bring spinach dip (Easy!) except that Mom doesn't like my spinach dip." OS said. "Really? Oh that's right you don't use beef bouillon." WTF?? "What?" "Yeah our recipe calls for beef bouillon." "Why didn't you tell me you use beef bouillon?" "Why? It's not like it killed you." Needless to say. I was pissed off but you see the attitude that I've had to deal with all these years. And trust me it hasn't gotten any better. The best part is that whenever I tell somebody that story they all say. "Beef bouillon? Who makes spinach dip with beef bouillon?" In fact a few of my friends are complete smart asses and will tell me that beef bouillon is in everything they make from brownies to potato salad. We all laugh.5. What's the one talent you wish you had?I always wanted to play the violin just like Violet from (my all time favorite childhood book). One problem with going to Catholic school is that there's no money (or at least there wasn't back in the 70s) for such frivolities as music or art. We did have music class once a week which consisted of us going to the music room (a double classroom in the 3rd wing) sometimes which contained an old piano. I’m not sure anybody ever played said piano but we did sing songs as a class. I remember "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree," "My Darling Clementine" and other such classics. There was band or orchestra or whatever it was called in high school but I was on the college prep track and there was no time for anything other than your basics that would get you into college. I would be surprised actually if anybody from my grade school took band/orchestra since music was not really encouraged. My freshman year of high school was so packed with classes that I didn't even get the mandatory gym class (took in sophomore year with all the freshmen – so embarrassing) nor did I have a lunch hour. I had to squeeze in lunch in a ten minute period. And there ya go. If you want to be interviewed leave me a comment or e-mail me and I'll rack my brain for some interesting questions. Oh yeah. I see the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow again. I'll keep you posted. I am sorry to hear of your grandmother's loss. I lost my father two years ago as of two days ago and my mother is still severely depressed. She's been with him since she was 16 and lost him in her 60's. I have to say. I didn't want to stay at the hospital with my dad when he was dying. I did for a few hours each day even though I had a complete family to take care of at home who didn't quite understand but I don't think anyone dies and thinks. "That bitch wasn't with me when I died. Hate her!" My family spent a lot of time after my dad died trying to say who spent the most time with him and I was the first one to say stop the bullshit. Your interview was interesting. Beef cubes in spinach dip is a new one to me. I'd love to be vegetarian if only to be super skinny but I do love red meat. Dave - I've learned to ask about desserts too particularly pies. Silly lard. ;-) I'll work on questions for you over the weekend. Personally. I think Grandma will be better off not having to take care of him. Jason - Doesn't count as I'm still pretty sure all I got was bread and mustard. LL - Exactly and it's not like it's someone we loved to distraction (no offense to Eugene but he spent too much time trying to isolate Grandma from us). The next four days are going to be all family. Beth - No. I agree with you except that his kids could have spent time there and given my Grandma a break. She didn't need spend 12 hours there every day but she wasn't going to leave him alone. I think I'd have to go vegan to be super skinny. *sigh* I hope your grandma is coping and taking care of herself. The interview was interesting. I'll take it point by point:1. Loved this answer. I think everyone belongs somewhere and this should be how they feel about that place.2. Oh (about the reason you started). So very sad. But the last bit - yes the community of friends is the best thing.3. You too? I wonder if maybe deep down everyone is a bit insecure.4. I couldn't do it. No way. I'm an omnivore and I would miss meat too much.5. I had no idea Catholic school was so busy. PDM never let on about that (he went until he was 13 and his family moved from Springfield. IL to the north Georgia mountains where there weren't any Catholic schools). He mostly has good things to say about his Catholic school experience but he never got into much trouble so it was probably a good fit for him.

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Sorry I've been such a slacker but I've been so busy at work that when I come home it's all I can do to keep my eyes open much less actually string words together into actual sentences. Grandma's husband died on Tuesday. He deteriorated so quickly it's not even funny. He was relatively fine when Grandma went into the hospital for her bleeding ulcers and that was less than a month ago. I wasn't home at all on Sunday. From Mass I went to Pamela's for a much needed haircut from Pamela's I went to a guy's house to watch the baseball game. The Tigers were playing so hideously and the game was lasting forever so I left around 4:00. I had to help Grandma fill out the trip insurance paperwork for the airline tickets she had to cancel for Labor Day weekend. My brother had told me on Friday that her husband. Eugene (not his real name) hadn't been awake since Monday while I was there on Sunday he was moved to the "actively dying" list. Grandma wanted to go to my uncle's for dinner so I told her that I would stay with him while she got away for a little bit and got some food. My mom decided to stay as well. While we were sitting there. I was rubbing his hand hoping it offered some comfort if there was enough of him still there to appreciate it. I told my mom that it was lucky he married Grandma because otherwise he'd have been all alone. When I had gotten to hospice that afternoon his son was there but he left while I was helping Grandma with her paperwork in the Family Room. He had been there three times that week but he didn't like it because Eugene wouldn't wake up and talk to him. A little unclear on the concept eh? His daughter had been there on Friday after work didn't come on Saturday at all and then showed up briefly Sunday early afternoon. She was gone long before I got there. I guess she was there when he died. So my entire family (minus one aunt who just doesn't have any time off) is either here or arriving in time for the Memorial Mass on Saturday. My Grandma is doing quite well. Mom told me that she choked up a bit on Sunday when calling the funeral home to give them the heads up but other than that she's been doing well. Someone might have been my uncle on Sunday called her "Our Little Rock of Gibraltar." She was so good with him too. She would tell him that he had so many visitors and all these people were here to see him and she would kiss him on his forehead. When she left for dinner she told him that and told him to have a nice nap and when she got back from dinner she bent over and told him she was back and did he have a nice nap and how Mom and I stayed there with him. Once this weekend is over. I'm hoping Grandma will now take the time she needs to recover from the internal bleeding. She gets weak and tires more easily than before so she really needs to build her blood up. Now that she won't be sitting at hospice until all hours she'll have no excuse for not taking care of herself. (one of the very limited # of people with whom I keep in touch from my SF days) participated in an on-line interviewing process (aka survey or that other word I refuse to use) started by someone she reads. There are rules of course:Interview rules:1. Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.” 2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the questions.4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.5. When others comment asking to be interviewed you will ask them five questions. Here are Suzy's questions and my answers:Here are the questions!1. You're my idea of a true Detroiter. What's yours?Someone who loves the city despite her faults myriad though they are.2. Why did you start blogging and what keeps you doing it?I started blogging the day I found out that my dear friend emmo2 was being released from the hospital and given one week to live. I needed to rail against the unfairness of life. He died less than 48 hours later and an hour before I was going to visit him to say I love him. He knew I loved him but I wanted one last opportunity to tell him. Truthfully my regular readers keep me at it. I like reading other people's blogs and appreciate their efforts. I like it when people leave comments at my blog.3. What's one thing none of your friends or family knows about you?That I'm incredibly insecure. I figured my one aunt must think I'm really secure because a couple of years ago she went on and on and on and on about how everybody thinks my younger sister is so pretty but she (the aunt) thinks that the OS (older sister) is absolutely gorgeous. I got to hear this not once but twice!!! Not once did she say anything about me she simply discussed how attractive my two sisters are.4. When did you become a vegetarian and why?Oh heavens it was a hundred years ago give or take 80. I stopped eating beef & pork first and that was in 1985 (I think). I stopped eating poultry and fish New Year's Day 1991 or 1992 because I figured it was the next logical step if I were doing it for ethical reasons which it had become over the years. I had never liked "meat" when I was growing up and would just cringe when we would have steak. When I was in college. I was never home (it was a commuter college). I would leave for school by 7:30 every morning and wouldn't go home until after the library closed at 11:00 p m. One day I got home around 11:30 as usual and was looking for something to eat. I asked Mom what there was as I hadn't been home for dinner in years. She said. "There are some pork chops from today and hamburgers left from yesterday." I turned my nose up and gave a clear indication that neither option struck my fancy. My mother freaked out! "Oh my God you've become a vegetarian…blah blah blah." I honestly don't remember exactly what she said other than that but I do remember thinking. "Hmm that's a good idea." The whole extended family (Grandma aunts uncles sister etc.) took it as a personal affront that I refused to eat meat after that. Then I stopped eating poultry and fish and they were just beside themselves because they just didn't know what to feed me when it came to family dinners as chicken was no longer an option. Thankfully within the past couple of years my one cousin has become a vegetarian and another cousin married a vegetarian so options are more plentiful than they used to be. Although my one sister still refuses to have anything I can eat at her house. It's always. "Bring whatever you want to eat." I think it's unfair as nobody else has to do that but whatever. After the spinach dip debacle. I just don't argue. The spinach dip debacle occurred one year when I was asking the OS what I should bring for Christmas. She gave me a few options which included spinach dip. I said. "Oh. I could bring spinach dip (Easy!) except that Mom doesn't like my spinach dip." OS said. "Really? Oh that's right you don't use beef bouillon." WTF?? "What?" "Yeah our recipe calls for beef bouillon." "Why didn't you tell me you use beef bouillon?" "Why? It's not like it killed you." Needless to say. I was pissed off but you see the attitude that I've had to deal with all these years. And trust me it hasn't gotten any better. The best part is that whenever I tell somebody that story they all say. "Beef bouillon? Who makes spinach dip with beef bouillon?" In fact a few of my friends are complete smart asses and will tell me that beef bouillon is in everything they make from brownies to potato salad. We all laugh.5. What's the one talent you wish you had?I always wanted to play the violin just like Violet from (my all time favorite childhood book). One problem with going to Catholic school is that there's no money (or at least there wasn't back in the 70s) for such frivolities as music or art. We did have music class once a week which consisted of us going to the music room (a double classroom in the 3rd wing) sometimes which contained an old piano. I’m not sure anybody ever played said piano but we did sing songs as a class. I remember "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree," "My Darling Clementine" and other such classics. There was band or orchestra or whatever it was called in high school but I was on the college prep track and there was no time for anything other than your basics that would get you into college. I would be surprised actually if anybody from my grade school took band/orchestra since music was not really encouraged. My freshman year of high school was so packed with classes that I didn't even get the mandatory gym class (took in sophomore year with all the freshmen – so embarrassing) nor did I have a lunch hour. I had to squeeze in lunch in a ten minute period. And there ya go. If you want to be interviewed leave me a comment or e-mail me and I'll rack my brain for some interesting questions. Oh yeah. I see the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow again. I'll keep you posted. I am sorry to hear of your grandmother's loss. I lost my father two years ago as of two days ago and my mother is still severely depressed. She's been with him since she was 16 and lost him in her 60's. I have to say. I didn't want to stay at the hospital with my dad when he was dying. I did for a few hours each day even though I had a complete family to take care of at home who didn't quite understand but I don't think anyone dies and thinks. "That bitch wasn't with me when I died. Hate her!" My family spent a lot of time after my dad died trying to say who spent the most time with him and I was the first one to say stop the bullshit. Your interview was interesting. Beef cubes in spinach dip is a new one to me. I'd love to be vegetarian if only to be super skinny but I do love red meat. Dave - I've learned to ask about desserts too particularly pies. Silly lard. ;-) I'll work on questions for you over the weekend. Personally. I think Grandma will be better off not having to take care of him. Jason - Doesn't count as I'm still pretty sure all I got was bread and mustard. LL - Exactly and it's not like it's someone we loved to distraction (no offense to Eugene but he spent too much time trying to isolate Grandma from us). The next four days are going to be all family. Beth - No. I agree with you except that his kids could have spent time there and given my Grandma a break. She didn't need spend 12 hours there every day but she wasn't going to leave him alone. I think I'd have to go vegan to be super skinny. *sigh* I hope your grandma is coping and taking care of herself. The interview was interesting. I'll take it point by point:1. Loved this answer. I think everyone belongs somewhere and this should be how they feel about that place.2. Oh (about the reason you started). So very sad. But the last bit - yes the community of friends is the best thing.3. You too? I wonder if maybe deep down everyone is a bit insecure.4. I couldn't do it. No way. I'm an omnivore and I would miss meat too much.5. I had no idea Catholic school was so busy. PDM never let on about that (he went until he was 13 and his family moved from Springfield. IL to the north Georgia mountains where there weren't any Catholic schools). He mostly has good things to say about his Catholic school experience but he never got into much trouble so it was probably a good fit for him.

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“Close enough to the truth,” said Harry. “But when you’re talking the wizard world the scale will never go close to anything Muggle tyrants could pull off. convey God for small favors. Dumbledore had the right idea though. While he was getting perfect marks in all of his classes while he was achieving prefect status and getting the professors to go all over him. Riddle was doing some dark stuff behind the scenes. Fashioning himself a small legion of other dark wizards. Learning about his past and about his connection to both the Muggle and Wizarding world. Gave himself a new label: Lord Voldemort.” “Dumbledore in the meanwhile founded a group called the Order of the Phoenix to contend with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. My parents were in the first version of that group along with the others in that photograph.” At this he tapped on the picture causing James and Sirius to jump back in surprise. “So was Susan’s uncle. Neville’s parents. Hagrid. Molly’s brothers… when you get right down to it you two will learn over time that everyone seems to be related to everyone else in one way or another in the magic world. There aren’t a lot of us to go around so we end up with one hell of a family tree even before adding in all of the Muggle-borns wizards and half-blood marriages.” “In a way yeah,” said Harry recalling dipping his head into the Pensieve all of those years ago. “Anyway. Severus begged both Voldemort and Dumbledore to protect Lily and despite his beat wishes myself and my father. Dumbledore did what he could. He hid my parents using the same spell that I have around this house the Fidelius Charm. They made Sirius my godfather the Secret Keeper. But Sirius had his doubts. He realized that anyone who knew anything about Dad would experience that he was candidate number one with Lupin as number two. So he talked Dad into giving the duty to Peter Pettigrew one of the other members of the Order. That one right there.” He again tapped his finger on the picture and Peter flinched at the contact. “It’s going to sound strange no matter how I describe it,” Harry tried to explain. “Hell. Dumbledore told it to me for years but I still can’t really put it into words the how the what anything desire that. All that I can say is that my Mum died to protect me. Because she did that. I was… given protection. A spell that probably doesn’t have a name. ‘Love’ is too vague of a term but that’s what Dumbledore called it. My Mum loved me she gave me her love to protect me and it was the one thing that Voldemort feared that he had never had.” “So you all know the next ten years,” he continued wishing to leave it at that. They knew as well as he did the type of treatment that he had received at their hands. Why remind them of it why tell Susan about it when the worst of the lot was now out of their lives and they were doing their best to reconcile? “Of my life at least. In the meantime after my parents were killed. Sirius was falsely accused of a mass murder that was committed by Peter and was shipped to Azkaban the wizard prison. Frank and Alice Longbottom. Neville’s parents were tortured into insanity by some Death Eaters who didn’t know that they were beaten. And I lived with you three and Voldemort disappeared from the map. “…But in the ten years after he had been defeated,” Harry continued. “the remains of Voldemort were trying to find a way to come back to full power. He was doing what he could. Drinking unicorn blood mostly which gives a person immortality but not really. But he found another way when he ran into our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Albania. Voldemort possessed him and learned about an item called the Philosopher’s Stone which could be used to make an elixir for true immortality. He learned that Dumbledore had it and that it was being hidden at Hogwarts. “He was a decent sort,” said Harry. “A little short-tempered sometimes. Twelve years in Azkaban will do that to anyone. Plus after he escaped he spent a lot of measure here where he grew up. And he hated his family and his family hated him so he hated this place. He was the only Black to never get into Slytherin and they thought of it as a kind of betrayal. So he was never really the happy-go-lucky type around me that I guess he was growing up. But still. I loved him. He’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to having my Dad back in my life.” “No he’s not,” said Harry. “At the end of our fourth year. Voldemort came approve to full power. There was a contest held at our school that year called the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Our educate along with two others joined together for the year and one student from each school competed in three different events in order to win the Tri-Wizard Championship. Fleur Weasley then Fleur Delacour was one. Viktor Krum the one you two met at the reception the foreign bloke talking to Gwenog and Charlie was another. Cedric Diggory a Hogwarts student from Susan’s house was a third. And I was the fourth.” “That’s why the called him Mad-Eye,” said Harry. “Anyway this Death Eater rigged the tournament to get me into it with the ultimate goal of getting me to Voldemort. So there were four Champions from the three schools. In the end. Cedric and I won it at the same time and were both teleported to Peter and Voldemort. Peter killed Cedric and then used my daub the bones of Tom Riddle. Sr. and his own hand in a ceremony to bring Voldemort back to his old self. More than his old self since the protections that my Mum gave me didn’t work after that point. At least not the same way as it had before.” Well another good story weaving from you.. But I think you have forgotten this tiny bit of info from HBP. (I think,) Merope is not a squib but a becharm.. "I think you are forgetting," said Dumbledore. "that Merope was a witch. I do not believe that her magical powers appeared to their best advantage when she was being terrorized by her father. Once Marvolo and Morfin were safely in Azkaban once she was alone and free for the first time in her life then. I am sure she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape from the desperate life she had led for eighteen years."(page 213. Chapter 10. HBP US Edition)

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We had frost warnings last night so I covered up all the tomato plants and some of my flowers. This morning it's 4c (39f) so we just missed having the cover!Yesterday I took everything out of my pantry and reorganized it all. I'm telling you this decluttering thing has a firm direct of me! lol In the pantry I not only act canned goods and baking ingredients. I also undergo all kinds of small kitchen appliances frying pans pots etc.. yup another big bag and box went to the charity center last night! My living room and kitchen undergo been completely decluttered now as well as my computer room and spare bedroom:-)Thank you so much for all your comments about my Celebrity Autographed Photos collection it is indeed a joy to look through it and I love showing it off:-) Some of you had questions.... Eleanor asked..."Who sent you the first picture for your collection and who sent the latest addition?"Doris Day is the one who sent me my very first autographed photo approve in Sept. 1970. be at the tape marks. I had taped it to my bedroom wall.. tsk tsk tsk! Good thing I only did that with the first couple of pictures! lolLook at the postmark... Sept. 4. 1970.. and postage was only.05 cents!!The latest one I received is Kate Bosworth on December 22nd. 2006. Don't you just love her eyes.. one is brown and one is color!! She was born with sectoral resulting in a hazel section at the bottom of her alter blue eye while the left is completely color. After appearing in 1998's The Horse Whisperer. Bosworth became well known with a leading role in 2002's color Crush and has since appeared in several notable films including Superman Returns where she played Lois Lane. Remiman asked..."Btw of the 6000 who's your favorite?"Oh gosh. I undergo so many favourites it's really hard to choose a few never object one!Midlife Mom asked..."Are you still adding to it now with the new actors??"I didn't create verbally any request letters at all this year but I go into spurts where I create verbally every month and then I'll go a year without sending any out. But yes. I do plan on adding more:-)Peppylady asked..."What was your first conceive of you receive?See above for answer:-)The oldest star that you may undergo?I think the oldest celebrity I have an autographed photo of is George Burns. What was the measure one you receive?See above for answer:-)Lisa (Oceandreamer) asked... Have you met any of them in person?No. I've never met any of them in person.. desire I had though!! All the photos come from my requesting them by mail. Michelle asked..."Are you comfort adding to it?"As I mentioned above. I haven't added any this year but it certainly doesn't mean I've stopped collecting them.. as soon as I sight legitimate addresses. I'll write again:-)I bought this HUGE basket beat of Mums on Thursday.. they were selling them at the grocery store for $12.97!!! I just love the orange/red blooms on it! I'm not sure where I'm going to put it yet it's so big! lolRemember the large glass I had bought at the Thrift Shop that was filled with blue Christmas balls? Well. I took out the balls and put in pinecones from my hanker trees at the back and some fake autumn leaves I bought at the dollar store! I think it makes a lovely arrangement:-)Don't forget on Monday. Sept. 17th it's the Welcome To My Neighborhood event hosted by Kathleen Marie of. Just click on the button to read all about it and see who is participating:-)Diane of gave this award to all her blogging friends:-) Thank you dear Diane coming from you who always makes me smile when I go visit you is quite an honour!! xoxoKathleen Marie of has given me this Thoughtful Blogger Award. It brought tears when I read what she wrote.... - Carol is a Sweet Pea to be sure. I met her very early in my blogging career (it does seem to be a go of sorts!). She is super helpful super kind very funny and very thoughtful. She replies to EVERY comment and replies via telecommunicate if need be. When I was trying to create buttons she came to the rescue. She also sends cards gifts remembers birthdays and creates fun things to do to bring the blogging world together such as her current Halloween Swap. She shares about her life and world and is interested in learning more about mine and yours. God arouse You Sweet Pea! Thank you so much. Kathleen this means so much to me!! xoxoHappy Saturday everyone may your day be a lovely relaxing one:-) Hugs xoxox Pea,I love that big basket of mums! I saw a large display at Lowe's last Saturday but as it was raining I passed them by. I love what you did with your thrift shop glass - very nice and festive. My sis (if she ever gets here) and I are off to the annual Folkfest downtown street fair. Always a fun day. Have a good Saturday. Julie Hey Pea!! It's been raining here today. I rode with my friends any way didn't break up from all the rain and the horses needed the clean! heehee! Love your HUGE pot of flowers for ONLY $12.97!!! That is an amazing determine for a big display like that! My pass flowers are really curling up and dying after the cold nights we have been having too. We havne't had frost yet but I expect it any night now. Congratualions of the new award!! You really do deserve any and all awards that you get you are a really thoughtful blogger and friend to so many of us! xoxox I need to do some decluttering but as I am still on my sewing frenzy it will have to wait. Sold three totes today which is nice but it means I'll have to alter that many again for the fair hummmmmm. Catch 22 situation of sorts!lol! I LOVE what you did with the glass container that you got at the thrift hold on with the blue balls in it. It's lovely as a fall decoration! My Mom got all of her go stuff out today so she is ahead of me as I haven't gotten anything out yet. Maybe tomorrow! Take care my friend!! xoxox Awe Pea. We all love you but... I be to run away with you on a laughing shopping and sweet eatting day!! Thanks for the idea on the pine cones and leaves gotta try that! I won't be mailing your box till Thursday cause I need to hunt something special down just for you cause your my winner!!Is there any thing special we have here you don't I could send too? Let me know! It's going to be cold here to but I am to tired to flower cover. Those mums by the way are massive! Here you would pay close to $40.00 for one that size! I always drop to ask you do you or undergo you ever goen to a mall in Burlington? let me know1 All my love. Lori Hi Sweet Pea,It is always like sitting in the warm sun with a gentle breeze visiting here as always great affix. I havent been online a lot the last few days and it is a treat to surprise up with you. I love the mums and your collection of autographed photos is a treat to see ,wow it is awesome ! by the way the little fairy on your shelf in the pic below the pic of the mums ,looks just like you !HUGS Greeneyes Congratulations on the awards you surely deserve every one you get. You autograph collection has excited a lot of interest and it's easy to see why.. we're all star struck to some degree aren't we?Glad the frost didn't get your tomatoes.. it's warming up here. I haven't had a desire sleeved jersey on during the day for about four days now.. lovely. Bare feet shorts.. aaah summer. You had a cover warning?!!! Oh wow... here where I live it's still in the mid 70s at night. I can't wait for cooler defy. Love the mums. I bought two huge palms to put out on our patio. I anticipate I'll go get a photo of it and add to my blog today sometime. The orange blossoms for your lay is so beautiful... and I like the cause of the pine cones and fall leaves in the brandy snifter!! I desire the pinecone in the glass decoration - it's something I would do in my house. I'm glad you are decluttering. I was getting worried about you. I kinda figured that one day I'd come up to tour and there wouldn't be any room because of all your beautiful things. Isn't it freeing to let go of the stuff you never look at or never/rarely use? We try to do it on a regular basis. Although to tell you the truth I'd probably be a major packrat if wasn't married to Mulletman - his other name is "Mr. alter" and in the 25 years we've een married he has trained me well!Girly-Girl got a lovely little bear from Cracker Barrel for her birthday and named her "Sweet Pea". :-) Here I am catching up!! Oh. I love all your autographed photos!! I only have a few (very few) of those. I did get one of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans before they passed on. I'm glad I did. I always liked them so much! That collection of yours should be worth a lot! It's always good to declutter and I certainly need to get busy and do some of that around here. It has gotten cooler so maybe now I'll feel more like it. It's not as alter as you have it but still alter after being so hot for so desire!! I love the mums you got. I love mums. They are so pretty!! You are so deserving of all your awards!!! You are a great blogger friend to all. I don't know how you do it! I don't always have the time to get on here and comment and read all the blogs I want to xxooxx You experience I undergo actually met a few celebrities in my life when young and I have no idea what my Mom ever did with their autographs. My Dad was in PR in the Air compel and did the celebrity Golf Tournament. Rodeo and several other things. I met Dean Martin. Michael Landon. Billy Barty. Bob Hope and some others. I remember chatting with Dean Martin. He left the strongest impression. As an adult I met and chatted for a long time with Bobby McFerrin (Don't Worry. Be Happy)at the airport or really two airports. Minneapolis and Baltimore. My family was with me. I did not know who he was but he said he was going to be conducting the Baltimore Symphony. When I got to my sisters house his picture was all of the newspapers! He was so super nice.

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You know typing these things I remind myself of that song."Yes I'm always adjust to you darling in my make. Yeah I'm always adjust to you darling in my way."Can't remember where it comes from although my gut says it's "Kiss Me Kate". Correct me if I'm do by. Somehow was I went through all this. I never really thought about what I was doing. How it looked. I mean really. I was dangling these guys at the same measure and it never occurred to me that I was probably being really hurtful. I don't really experience if either of them knew about the other. I'm pretty sure MA knew about JBT but I'm not sure if JBT knew about MA. How awful am I? I've learned to be a bit embarrassed about it since then but at the time it never change surface entered my mind that I was doing anything wrong. So MA and I dated. I hung with him. My mom did NOT desire him. Not at all. Not because he wasn't a good guy but because he didn't laugh. She saw me trying with everything I possessed to bring happiness to him. And he wasn't buying and she was watching me get kind-of sucked under by his perpetual even-ness. It's funny now. I can mostly only remember the things that I didn't like about him now. I don't remember why I was attracted to him in the first place. For instance he was allergic to lilacs. I loooove lilacs. I want tons of them in my yard someday when I have my own yard. He hated them. That bugged me. I also could out eat him. That was weird. However for Christmas that year he gave me a collection of poetry and prose that he had written and I loved it. I still undergo it because I loved it and it inspired me to do a bit of writing of my own. He also colored fabulous pictures with crayons. Now that sounds a bit strange especially when you consider that he was as colorblind as they go but he did these amazing pictures with crayons. He gave me one. I evaluate I still have that too. And I wrote JBT letters. And the teddy feature he gave me before he left had a prominent place on my bed. Around about April I finally gave up and broke up with MA. That night was the only measure that I could tell he had emotion. I broke up with him at the perform after FHE and for the rest of the evening I could tell that he wasn't happy. It really is the only time that I could tell he had emotions. And I wrote JBT more letters. He would displace me letters describing his life as a missionary and telling me funny experiences. Once. I can't remember when he sent me a letter and the stamps looked kind-of weird. When I construe the letter he explained that he had cut the pictures out of the Ensign our perform magazine to see if he could use them as stamps. It got to me. It wouldn't have worked here in America but they came from Italy. I still laugh at that one. Here we are at probably the longest measure in my life when I did not undergo a boyfriend physically show in my life. Strange. I went to educate and flirted a bit there. I was in the orchestra but I didn't do much boy wise until late summer. In May I got a job. I worked as a dental assistant for our familiy dentist. And then begins one of the worst periods of my life--with a little bit of deja vu added in.(I know. I know not the most exciting of SOS's. It will pick up soon. Bear with me for a little while kay? You can't desire out on Greg.)SOS? Check out or for more info. More exciting entries of exploit can be open. Golly. I looked at one of your previous SOS posts too.. and they are just... Beyond me. Jay is the only man I've ever kissed/held hands with anything. There was this one guy who was sweet on me from about 14-16 (and my sis called him my "puppy dog" since he followed me everywhere) but the most we did was ride rides and exchanging notes. You don't sight this SOS stuff embarrassing? --well. I guess not b/c you write them-- It would just curl my toes to talk about people like this!This one older woman seemed almost sorry for me when I confirmed for her Jay's been my "only" relationship but I gotta express you the more I learn the more I glad I missed ;o)Blessings on your day :o) Kim. Aren't I glad there are a lot of Gregs in this world so I can use his actual name. At least it's a popular name in my world. Amy there is a cerebrate that I only put initials down. It's a little embarassing but I figure that I'm not the only one who was an idiot in high school. I do it mainly to get down my memories for me. Most of this stuf I have never written and I don't want to drop. cerebrate a 12 step program is a little late for us don't you evaluate? I mean we are both married and all. Laine you might not know some of what you are going to read next week--I can't bequeath. Yes the song is from Kiss Me Kate (I like Cole Porter) and my favorite version was sung by develop Dearie. Now I have it in my continue. And to the earlier commenter about "this cram is embarrassing?" Duh - yes. Why do you evaluate they are called Soap Operas? If you don't like reading them then don't. We all apply them and evaluate sharing the follies of youth is fun. Looking forward to the next installment. tell me more can't wait :)so was greg the family gardener? he he oh wait i know greg was the one of your co-workers who you never really noticed before but since your favorite guy at the time was out of state you ended up getting into conversations with greg that started out about how you missed the other guy one thing led to another and your co-worker greg guy told you he had fallen in like with you and would you fall with him? am i way off?g'day kathleen :) Greg. A man with a real label and not more abbreviations. *GRIN* I enjoy this a lot. I think that remembering our youth and the events that bring about us to whom we are today are much like looking at ourselves as a whole lay and not just the leaves or flower petals but with the roots as well. I would hope it isn't embarrassing- Just steps to becoming who you are-Thank you for sharing this with us.

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You know typing these things I remind myself of that song."Yes I'm always true to you darling in my fashion. Yeah I'm always adjust to you darling in my way."Can't bequeath where it comes from although my gut says it's "Kiss Me Kate". change by reversal me if I'm wrong. Somehow was I went through all this. I never really thought about what I was doing. How it looked. I mean really. I was dangling these guys at the same time and it never occurred to me that I was probably being really hurtful. I don't really know if either of them knew about the other. I'm pretty sure MA knew about JBT but I'm not sure if JBT knew about MA. How awful am I? I've learned to be a bit embarrassed about it since then but at the measure it never change surface entered my object that I was doing anything wrong. So MA and I dated. I hung with him. My mom did NOT like him. Not at all. Not because he wasn't a good guy but because he didn't laugh. She saw me trying with everything I possessed to bring happiness to him. And he wasn't buying and she was watching me get kind-of sucked under by his perpetual even-ness. It's funny now. I can mostly only bequeath the things that I didn't desire about him now. I don't bequeath why I was attracted to him in the first place. For dilate he was allergic to lilacs. I loooove lilacs. I be tons of them in my yard someday when I have my own yard. He hated them. That bugged me. I also could out eat him. That was weird. However for Christmas that year he gave me a collection of poetry and prose that he had written and I loved it. I still have it because I loved it and it inspired me to do a bit of writing of my own. He also colored fabulous pictures with crayons. Now that sounds a bit strange especially when you consider that he was as colorblind as they come but he did these amazing pictures with crayons. He gave me one. I evaluate I comfort have that too. And I wrote JBT letters. And the teddy bear he gave me before he left had a prominent displace on my bed. Around about April I finally gave up and broke up with MA. That night was the only measure that I could tell he had emotion. I broke up with him at the perform after FHE and for the rest of the evening I could tell that he wasn't happy. It really is the only time that I could tell he had emotions. And I wrote JBT more letters. He would send me letters describing his life as a missionary and telling me funny experiences. Once. I can't remember when he sent me a earn and the stamps looked kind-of weird. When I construe the earn he explained that he had cut the pictures out of the Ensign our perform magazine to see if he could use them as stamps. It got to me. It wouldn't have worked here in America but they came from Italy. I still laugh at that one. Here we are at probably the longest measure in my life when I did not have a boyfriend physically show in my life. Strange. I went to school and flirted a bit there. I was in the orchestra but I didn't do much boy wise until late summer. In May I got a job. I worked as a dental assistant for our familiy dentist. And then begins one of the worst periods of my life--with a little bit of deja vu added in.(I experience. I know not the most exciting of SOS's. It will choose up soon. feature with me for a little while kay? You can't miss out on Greg.)SOS? Check out or for more info. More exciting entries of mine can be found. Golly. I looked at one of your previous SOS posts too.. and they are just... Beyond me. Jay is the only man I've ever kissed/held hands with anything. There was this one guy who was sweet on me from about 14-16 (and my sis called him my "puppy dog" since he followed me everywhere) but the most we did was bike rides and exchanging notes. You don't find this SOS stuff embarrassing? --well. I guess not b/c you write them-- It would just curl my toes to talk about populate like this!This one older woman seemed almost sorry for me when I confirmed for her Jay's been my "only" relationship but I gotta express you the more I hit the books the more I glad I missed ;o)Blessings on your day :o) Kim. Aren't I glad there are a lot of Gregs in this world so I can use his actual name. At least it's a popular label in my world. Amy there is a reason that I only put initials down. It's a little embarassing but I evaluate that I'm not the only one who was an idiot in high school. I do it mainly to get drink my memories for me. Most of this stuf I have never written and I don't be to drop. Muse a 12 step program is a little late for us don't you think? I mean we are both married and all. Laine you might not know some of what you are going to construe next week--I can't remember. Yes the song is from touch Me Kate (I like Cole Porter) and my favorite version was sung by Blossom Dearie. Now I have it in my head. And to the earlier commenter about "this stuff is embarrassing?" Duh - yes. Why do you evaluate they are called Soap Operas? If you don't like reading them then don't. We all enjoy them and evaluate sharing the follies of youth is fun. Looking forward to the next installment. express me more can't act :)so was greg the family gardener? he he oh act i know greg was the one of your co-workers who you never really noticed before but since your favorite guy at the time was out of state you ended up getting into conversations with greg that started out about how you missed the other guy one thing led to another and your co-worker greg guy told you he had fallen in love with you and would you fall with him? am i way off?g'day kathleen :) Greg. A man with a real label and not more abbreviations. *smile* I apply this a lot. I evaluate that remembering our youth and the events that lead us to whom we are today are much desire looking at ourselves as a whole plant and not just the leaves or flower petals but with the roots as well. I would wish it isn't embarrassing- Just steps to becoming who you are-Thank you for sharing this with us.

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You know typing these things I inform myself of that song."Yes I'm always true to you darling in my make. Yeah I'm always adjust to you darling in my way."Can't remember where it comes from although my gut says it's "touch Me Kate". Correct me if I'm do by. Somehow was I went through all this. I never really thought about what I was doing. How it looked. I mean really. I was dangling these guys at the same measure and it never occurred to me that I was probably being really hurtful. I don't really experience if either of them knew about the other. I'm pretty sure MA knew about JBT but I'm not sure if JBT knew about MA. How awful am I? I've learned to be a bit embarrassed about it since then but at the time it never change surface entered my object that I was doing anything do by. So MA and I dated. I hung with him. My mom did NOT like him. Not at all. Not because he wasn't a good guy but because he didn't express emotion. She saw me trying with everything I possessed to carry happiness to him. And he wasn't buying and she was watching me get kind-of sucked under by his perpetual even-ness. It's funny now. I can mostly only remember the things that I didn't desire about him now. I don't bequeath why I was attracted to him in the first place. For dilate he was allergic to lilacs. I loooove lilacs. I want tons of them in my yard someday when I have my own yard. He hated them. That bugged me. I also could out eat him. That was weird. However for Christmas that year he gave me a collection of poetry and prose that he had written and I loved it. I still have it because I loved it and it inspired me to do a bit of writing of my own. He also colored fabulous pictures with crayons. Now that sounds a bit strange especially when you believe that he was as colorblind as they go but he did these amazing pictures with crayons. He gave me one. I think I still undergo that too. And I wrote JBT letters. And the teddy bear he gave me before he left had a prominent place on my bed. Around about April I finally gave up and broke up with MA. That night was the only time that I could express he had emotion. I broke up with him at the church after FHE and for the be of the evening I could express that he wasn't happy. It really is the only time that I could tell he had emotions. And I wrote JBT more letters. He would displace me letters describing his life as a missionary and telling me funny experiences. Once. I can't bequeath when he sent me a letter and the stamps looked kind-of weird. When I construe the earn he explained that he had cut the pictures out of the Ensign our perform magazine to see if he could use them as stamps. It got to me. It wouldn't have worked here in America but they came from Italy. I still laugh at that one. Here we are at probably the longest time in my life when I did not undergo a boyfriend physically present in my life. Strange. I went to school and flirted a bit there. I was in the orchestra but I didn't do much boy wise until late summer. In May I got a job. I worked as a dental assistant for our familiy dentist. And then begins one of the worst periods of my life--with a little bit of deja vu added in.(I know. I know not the most exciting of SOS's. It will pick up soon. feature with me for a little while kay? You can't miss out on Greg.)SOS? Check out or for more info. More exciting entries of mine can be open. Golly. I looked at one of your previous SOS posts too.. and they are just... Beyond me. Jay is the only man I've ever kissed/held hands with anything. There was this one guy who was sweet on me from about 14-16 (and my sis called him my "puppy dog" since he followed me everywhere) but the most we did was bike rides and exchanging notes. You don't find this SOS stuff embarrassing? --well. I anticipate not b/c you create verbally them-- It would just curl my toes to talk about populate like this!This one older woman seemed almost sorry for me when I confirmed for her Jay's been my "only" relationship but I gotta tell you the more I hit the books the more I glad I missed ;o)Blessings on your day :o) Kim. Aren't I glad there are a lot of Gregs in this world so I can use his actual label. At least it's a popular name in my world. Amy there is a reason that I only put initials drink. It's a little embarassing but I evaluate that I'm not the only one who was an idiot in high school. I do it mainly to get down my memories for me. Most of this stuf I undergo never written and I don't want to drop. Muse a 12 step schedule is a little late for us don't you think? I mean we are both married and all. Laine you might not know some of what you are going to construe next week--I can't remember. Yes the song is from Kiss Me Kate (I love Cole carry) and my favorite version was sung by Blossom Dearie. Now I have it in my head. And to the earlier commenter about "this stuff is embarrassing?" Duh - yes. Why do you evaluate they are called Soap Operas? If you don't desire reading them then don't. We all enjoy them and think sharing the follies of youth is fun. Looking forward to the next installment. tell me more can't wait :)so was greg the family gardener? he he oh wait i experience greg was the one of your co-workers who you never really noticed before but since your favorite guy at the measure was out of state you ended up getting into conversations with greg that started out about how you missed the other guy one thing led to another and your co-worker greg guy told you he had fallen in love with you and would you fall with him? am i way off?g'day kathleen :) Greg. A man with a real name and not more abbreviations. *smile* I apply this a lot. I evaluate that remembering our youth and the events that lead us to whom we are today are much like looking at ourselves as a whole plant and not just the leaves or flower petals but with the roots as come up. I would wish it isn't embarrassing- Just steps to becoming who you are-Thank you for sharing this with us.

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You know typing these things I remind myself of that song."Yes I'm always true to you darling in my fashion. Yeah I'm always true to you darling in my way."Can't remember where it comes from although my gut says it's "Kiss Me Kate". change by reversal me if I'm wrong. Somehow was I went through all this. I never really thought about what I was doing. How it looked. I mean really. I was dangling these guys at the same measure and it never occurred to me that I was probably being really hurtful. I don't really experience if either of them knew about the other. I'm pretty sure MA knew about JBT but I'm not sure if JBT knew about MA. How awful am I? I've learned to be a bit embarrassed about it since then but at the measure it never even entered my object that I was doing anything do by. So MA and I dated. I hung with him. My mom did NOT desire him. Not at all. Not because he wasn't a good guy but because he didn't laugh. She saw me trying with everything I possessed to bring happiness to him. And he wasn't buying and she was watching me get kind-of sucked under by his perpetual even-ness. It's funny now. I can mostly only remember the things that I didn't desire about him now. I don't remember why I was attracted to him in the first displace. For dilate he was allergic to lilacs. I loooove lilacs. I want tons of them in my yard someday when I have my own yard. He hated them. That bugged me. I also could out eat him. That was weird. However for Christmas that year he gave me a collection of poetry and prose that he had written and I loved it. I comfort have it because I loved it and it inspired me to do a bit of writing of my own. He also colored fabulous pictures with crayons. Now that sounds a bit strange especially when you consider that he was as colorblind as they come but he did these amazing pictures with crayons. He gave me one. I think I still undergo that too. And I wrote JBT letters. And the teddy bear he gave me before he left had a prominent place on my bed. Around about April I finally gave up and broke up with MA. That night was the only time that I could express he had emotion. I broke up with him at the perform after FHE and for the be of the evening I could tell that he wasn't happy. It really is the only measure that I could express he had emotions. And I wrote JBT more letters. He would send me letters describing his life as a missionary and telling me funny experiences. Once. I can't bequeath when he sent me a letter and the stamps looked kind-of weird. When I construe the earn he explained that he had cut the pictures out of the Ensign our church magazine to see if he could use them as stamps. It got to me. It wouldn't have worked here in America but they came from Italy. I still laugh at that one. Here we are at probably the longest time in my life when I did not have a boyfriend physically show in my life. Strange. I went to school and flirted a bit there. I was in the orchestra but I didn't do much boy wise until late summer. In May I got a job. I worked as a dental assistant for our familiy dentist. And then begins one of the worst periods of my life--with a little bit of deja vu added in.(I know. I know not the most exciting of SOS's. It will pick up soon. feature with me for a little while kay? You can't miss out on Greg.)SOS? analyse out or for more info. More exciting entries of exploit can be open. Golly. I looked at one of your previous SOS posts too.. and they are just... Beyond me. Jay is the only man I've ever kissed/held hands with anything. There was this one guy who was sweet on me from about 14-16 (and my sis called him my "puppy dog" since he followed me everywhere) but the most we did was bike rides and exchanging notes. You don't find this SOS stuff embarrassing? --well. I anticipate not b/c you create verbally them-- It would just change surface my toes to communicate about people desire this!This one older woman seemed almost sorry for me when I confirmed for her Jay's been my "only" relationship but I gotta tell you the more I hit the books the more I glad I missed ;o)Blessings on your day :o) Kim. Aren't I glad there are a lot of Gregs in this world so I can use his actual name. At least it's a popular name in my world. Amy there is a reason that I only put initials drink. It's a little embarassing but I evaluate that I'm not the only one who was an idiot in high educate. I do it mainly to get down my memories for me. Most of this stuf I undergo never written and I don't be to drop. cerebrate a 12 step program is a little late for us don't you think? I mean we are both married and all. Laine you might not know some of what you are going to read next week--I can't bequeath. Yes the song is from touch Me Kate (I like Cole Porter) and my favorite version was sung by develop Dearie. Now I have it in my continue. And to the earlier commenter about "this stuff is embarrassing?" Duh - yes. Why do you evaluate they are called clean Operas? If you don't like reading them then don't. We all apply them and think sharing the follies of youth is fun. Looking forward to the next installment. express me more can't wait :)so was greg the family gardener? he he oh wait i know greg was the one of your co-workers who you never really noticed before but since your favorite guy at the time was out of express you ended up getting into conversations with greg that started out about how you missed the other guy one thing led to another and your co-worker greg guy told you he had fallen in love with you and would you fall with him? am i way off?g'day kathleen :) Greg. A man with a real name and not more abbreviations. *smile* I enjoy this a lot. I think that remembering our youth and the events that lead us to whom we are today are much like looking at ourselves as a whole lay and not just the leaves or flower petals but with the roots as well. I would wish it isn't embarrassing- Just steps to becoming who you are-Thank you for sharing this with us.

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A mate called me last week and as she is single she discussed certain things a man must DO and NOT DO to be on a list of possible boyfriends. Now I thought this was awful but then I realised I too have an agenda that my man must go. For example. I experience I could never have married or gave up my womb to reproduce with any man who used the word ‘Zeitgeist’ in his everyday language. There are also sayings he cannot go out with or I ordain go to a land and re-create my own death here are a few of these examples. He knows all of these topics are off limits and I am not saying he wants any of these things but in my mind they are the worst things a man can say other than “ I like stabbing babies” which is horrendously off limits and I don’t know anyone who would say that…but it was an extreme example.

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