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About This Author
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First, I'd like to thank StephBee   for the beautiful awardicon I received for this Blog/Diary. Much appreciated.
These are my experiences, adventures, things I like to share, which might be, but not limited to, recipes, healthy living ideas, art, stories, craft work, such as needlework, sewing; wreath making, guitar, homeopathic remedies. Or maybe none of that. Haha
I look forward to seeing what kinds of things you might like to share too.
Please keep it courteous and kind. This is a friendly place.
Update: I decided to change the content rating because of adult subjects.
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Today is my oldest son's birthday. It's particularly and increasingly upsetting for me that we have no contact, except through his younger brother, who happens to have Asperger's syndrome.
For those if you that don't know what that is it means his brain does not function like other people's do. He does not understand or remember the importance of certain things.
While I'm glad his brother now has contact, I don't believe he truly understands him. I had to remind him that it's his birthday.
I'm not there for him though, which is what I want most. Worse yet, my siblings do not believe me that he has no contact. Therefore, I'm looked at as if I'm lying.
Other people tell me to forget about it, let it go and let those people go saying that. Really? So I should just drop them like a hot potato? How do you do that? These people are my blood. I ve
known them since they were babies and toddlers.
Granted, they can often be a big pain in the what's it. They can be fun, funny,thoughtful at times.
They're also soppose to be supportive, not just me being moral support for them. I might be Big Sis because I'm the oldest female and been around longer than them, but I don't have all the answers and I make mistakes just like everyone else.
Who's the one they come to when they have a problem? Yep, you guessed right. Do I push them away? No. Maybe that's what I'm doing wrong.
I don't think we're put in this planet to be alone, and maybe be all this has a purpose ultimately but it sure can be irritating and upsetting.
That being said, I wish they'd put back the Ozzie and Harriet Nelson type programs so I can at least fantasize.
Hahaha
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I'm a bit irritated, because Everytime I write something it disappears. I'll try this again.
There's nothing new here really. Other than having my rent go up.
Then, of course, my son is dealing with cancer again, which means more chemo.
He's doing what he needs to in order to survive. I get that, but the thought of...well I better not dwell on the negative stuff.
But then he's thinking of lllme, God bless his sweet soul. That both breaks my heart and makes me feel blessed at the same time.
All these years he has been distant. I know that he doesn't want to cause us pain, but not being with him through his issues, and not knowing if he's okay, just feels horrible. I'd rather know and be there through it all, painful or not.
It's part of being human.
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Funny and embarrassing stuff happens. I can remember when I first started reviewing here. I truly was terrified, but then I got excited about it.
The embarrassing part was when I realized any number of people could be and were viewing my reviews. That's right. Little ol me, just some insignificant inexperienced newbie. At least that's what I thought I was anyway.
Writing is kind of like physical art in that we reveal a lot more than we think we do. The viewer can see or feel it and if they have any reaction at all, then you've done your job.
I think they may have thought they figured out what I'm made of by my opinions and/or shared experiences. That in turn may have caused them to think 'Ooh my god, you've got to be kidding. Did she actually say that?'
Yes, I probably did. And probably meant it. Or was feeling my way around.
I'll not make excuses for any of it. It helps if you look at it in context. Let's face it, were not all the same. We all don't think the same thoughts nor have the same perspectives We are unique, yet we do have sameness in some ways.
I figure that somewhere and somehow we might realise what it's all about and what matters most.
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I saw a man sitting outside the local drugstore wearing raggedy, soiled clothes. His hair was messy and he looked tired. He held a sign. It said, "Need Money."
We glanced at each other. I smiled slightly while looking at some plants for sale outside the store. He sat silently.
I kept thinking he might be hungry and tired. Maybe he slept on the cold ground every night. Maybe he had no place to even wash his face, much less anything else.
I didn't want to encourage him by enabling him, like some relatives told me, yet I was compelled to do something, anything, even if rather insignificant.
I walked toward my car, but stopped along the way, dug through my bag for a few dollars, then returned to him and handed it to him, and said, "I know it's not much. I'm sorry."
He said, "Trust me it's a lot and means a lot. Thank you."
Then I walked to my car. Still, I felt like I hadn't done enough. I grabbed some things I had bought earlier. I drove closer to where he was at, and waved at him to come over, then I tried to hand him a small bag of chips, small carton of milk, and an orange.
He looked at them and said, "Oh, I can't have those. I'm on a special diet. The orange has a lot of fiber."
He didn't take any of it. I knew then that more than likely, my siblings were right, he'd probably spend the money on booze or cigarettes.
Maybe I was totally wrong. What if he just wanted a bar of soap or a bottle of water, or something else?
I had seen at least one homeless person bathing in water from a fire hydrant.
I couldn't be sure about this man now though, but it didn't make me want to do that again. I wonder if that makes me horrible person to think bad about him.
I did feel a bit angry thinking he's hurting himself if that's what he's doing, but it is his choice to make, not mine. It just seems so wasteful and can only lead to worse problems.
By the time I was halfway home, I finally just let it go. There wasn't anything I could do by then.
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I had talked my boyfriend into letting me give him a few highlights in his hair.
Everything looked okay at first,then I checked it. I panicked, but tried to stay calm and said I think I better rinse it off now.
After it dried, he looked in the mirror. It was orange! His mouth dropped open. He said, "What did you do to my hair?"
I tried not to shrink away, and told him it didn't look too bad and said I was sorry.
I also told him that if I tried to fix it, his hair might fall out.
I suggested that he might buy some baseball caps to wear for a while. I think his brothers teased the heck out of him, but it did grow out fast.
I have to admit, that if he ever did that to me, I'd probably be a bit sore, to say the least, and put him on ignore, then I'd hide out for a bit.
He was pretty cool about it. At least he still had hair.
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March 13, 2022 at 10:35am March 13, 2022 at 10:35am
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I love Vintage Phone Booths
You know the kind, or maybe not. The ones I remember seeing in New York city were beautiful. Those were gleaming, gorgeous, mahogany with glass windows in the door. They seemed to be 8 foot tall.
You open the accordion-like door, take a seat, and close the door for privacy. There's also a light at the top.
I remember seeing a wall of them outside in front of some stores. The chill in the air, plus my urge to sit down inside one caused me to step forward. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Somebody pulled me out of it before I could even take a seat. Bummer.
Such is life, but even now, I can picture them. I'd never seen anything like it. They are now so rare that they sell for thousands of dollars.
I imagine that having one in your home would be cool, as once you get inside your conversation is private.
It's so unlike today's phones, where everyone can hear everyone else's conversations, even if you wish you couldn't.
I hope some day they can bring some back, yet I doubt it. Right now, I wish I had a good picture of them in use. I want to do some artwork with it.
I'm also fond of the usual plug-in type phones. At least I never lost my phone with those.
How do you lose an 8 foot tall wood phone booth? Haha.
Well, maybe if it was a TARDIS, right?
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