Special Election vote today... get out there and vote! All of these were approved to be voted on today:
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Happy October 1st! :O) Things have been going extraordinarily well here... all the hard work, determination, patience, logical and firm steps have led us, finally, to a road that makes sense. Granted, it took far too long to get to this point, but... we're coasting gently along on the hope, the achieved and the things set into place that make it possible to live day to day once more in a calm, rational and clear manner. I'm revamping the family website, which will reflect the past 2 years and what has now become a commitment for our family to help other families out who have experienced or are experiencing the same types of situations we found ourselves in. Expect many new links, new photos, outlines, timelines, what worked, what didn't work, how we made it through, and a host of other helpful tips, along with a good dose of humor. As I've been steadily working on things right along, but waiting for a time when I could discuss it without interfering in the process itself, I expect to have things updated soon.
I'm back at work, after a summer spent with the kids. The new job duties are going great so far, and I let two of the stores know I'd still be available for help covering shifts for call-ins, sick days and other emergencies, as well as for help with putting away orders. Being out on the field has been fun, and with autumn settling in has made for pretty drives. I'm really looking forward to all the driving around I'll be doing next week, and in spite of the high gas prices, I will most likely take 6A and route 28 to get to where I gotta go at a more sight-seeing pace. The highways are pretty, too, but 6A especially has some fantastic trees to gaze at.
Next week finalizes everything, as well, so it will be a really busy week, but such a good week... I'm still somewhat in a state of stun that it all finally came together. But a happy state of stun. :) And we're all very excited about how things worked out and what takes place now.
Perfect timing, too... a Scrabble tournament is coming up at the end of this month, and next month Kenny's going to Las Vegas for a few seminars, and I might be going, too. Kenny's dad and mom-2 want to meet up with us there. We're still working on the details of that. I'll know by the end of this week if I'm going to book a flight for me (Kenny already booked his.)
I got so much painting done this past week... we're not moving, as we had previously planned, so we've been working on getting this house in gear to spend the next 10+ years at, which is pretty much the same things we'd been gearing up to do in order to sell it, ironically enough. The boys are pestering me to put up Halloween stuff... if I finish the last of the painting this week, which is possible, we'll be decorating next weekend. I know they can't wait... and I'm anxious, too, to get out the pumpkin mugs and big ceiling spider. And, of course, the fog machine.
So many wonderful things coming up and coming our way... life is finally back on track. Still a journey ahead of us all, but at least now it all makes sense and isn't needlessly stressful (aside from the normal bumps in life).
Getting ready to finish putting summer stuff in the shed... only 2 or 3 things left to do out there in the yard. Probably will hit the cellar, too, to organize a bit more and maybe, just maybe, to poke around in the Halloween bins to put a few things up prior to next weekend. Can't do all of it, with the painting to be finished this week, but might be able to toss up a few boo-tacular items on the fireplace mantle.
In closing, of course, a poem for my friend Mark, written by the infamous Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings:
Tell me again
how you knew
don't panic
make it through
Tell me again
how we laughed
in spite of tears
and didn't crash
Tell me again
just one more time
gigantic hugs
in goofball rhyme
Tell me again
pinch my bum
we're not dreaming
this poem is done
I'm back at work, after a summer spent with the kids. The new job duties are going great so far, and I let two of the stores know I'd still be available for help covering shifts for call-ins, sick days and other emergencies, as well as for help with putting away orders. Being out on the field has been fun, and with autumn settling in has made for pretty drives. I'm really looking forward to all the driving around I'll be doing next week, and in spite of the high gas prices, I will most likely take 6A and route 28 to get to where I gotta go at a more sight-seeing pace. The highways are pretty, too, but 6A especially has some fantastic trees to gaze at.
Next week finalizes everything, as well, so it will be a really busy week, but such a good week... I'm still somewhat in a state of stun that it all finally came together. But a happy state of stun. :) And we're all very excited about how things worked out and what takes place now.
Perfect timing, too... a Scrabble tournament is coming up at the end of this month, and next month Kenny's going to Las Vegas for a few seminars, and I might be going, too. Kenny's dad and mom-2 want to meet up with us there. We're still working on the details of that. I'll know by the end of this week if I'm going to book a flight for me (Kenny already booked his.)
I got so much painting done this past week... we're not moving, as we had previously planned, so we've been working on getting this house in gear to spend the next 10+ years at, which is pretty much the same things we'd been gearing up to do in order to sell it, ironically enough. The boys are pestering me to put up Halloween stuff... if I finish the last of the painting this week, which is possible, we'll be decorating next weekend. I know they can't wait... and I'm anxious, too, to get out the pumpkin mugs and big ceiling spider. And, of course, the fog machine.
So many wonderful things coming up and coming our way... life is finally back on track. Still a journey ahead of us all, but at least now it all makes sense and isn't needlessly stressful (aside from the normal bumps in life).
Getting ready to finish putting summer stuff in the shed... only 2 or 3 things left to do out there in the yard. Probably will hit the cellar, too, to organize a bit more and maybe, just maybe, to poke around in the Halloween bins to put a few things up prior to next weekend. Can't do all of it, with the painting to be finished this week, but might be able to toss up a few boo-tacular items on the fireplace mantle.
In closing, of course, a poem for my friend Mark, written by the infamous Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings:
Tell me again
how you knew
don't panic
make it through
Tell me again
how we laughed
in spite of tears
and didn't crash
Tell me again
just one more time
gigantic hugs
in goofball rhyme
Tell me again
pinch my bum
we're not dreaming
this poem is done
A blog post that has been in draft for quite a while and posted a few weeks ago somewhere else...
So I'm at this Pagan/Wiccan/Celtic/Indian wedding where the groom had hand-built this bamboo teepee kind of thing for him and his bride to share vows with each other. The person performing the ceremony was barefoot, which was cool.
The vows were even cooler. Check these out (this is part of what they said to each other):
"You cannot possess me, for I belong to myself.
But while we both wish it,
I give you that which is mine to give."
"You cannot command me, for I am a free person.
But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand"
"I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night, and the eyes into which I smile in the morning."
"This is the vow I make to you. This is the union of equals." <----- this one made me cry.
"I pledge to you the first bite from my meat and the first drink from my cup. I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back, and you for mine."
"I shall not slander you, nor you me. I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel, we shall do so in private, and tell no strangers our grievances."
The celebration that started after they were pronounced married began with some heavy metal blaring out of some speakers, and then 3 or 4 bands were playing for the whole reception (which went on for hours and hours...)
So, there I am, eating fantastic portuguese food and drinking some alcoholic beverages and laughing it up with old friends and new heavily-tattooed pals, when my husband lets me know he has to leave so he can go see Journey in concert. He tells my brother-in-law to keep an eye on me, as I'm slightly intoxicated and wearing a cute dress. Of course, my brother-in-law is mischievious and I already know he's going to let me roam wild and free, just so he can watch and then get me into trouble by telling Kenny of all I was up to (that's what brothers are for...)
So I'm determined to behave, when my good friend of just about 20 years comes over to me and gives me a meshed-cloth headband. "Here, you have this, it's your colors, black, white and gray," she says to me and I put it on my head over my tiny braids. So she and I are yapping it up and having a ruckus of a good time at the table where we are sitting alone, talking about the portuguese pork and potatoes.
A guy suddenly appears and HE walks over to us both and sits himself at our table and begins to investigate the situation of two chicks acting silly over some spicy potatoes. HE, with his alpha-male erect-sitting self just casually leans over to stare at me a bit. I gulp in a ball of spit that quickly formed under my tongue, formed by his strange sexualness that was dangerous and explosive.
I quickly cover my eyes, putting the headband over my face, to avoid looking at the HE sitting across from me. My friend of just about twenty years, who is such a little devilish chick, leans over to the guy and whispers "Capri loves long black hair and dark eyes. Have fun." THEN SHE WALKS AWAY, leaving me alone with this guy!
I can see through the headband as this guy takes his hair out of his ponytail and I watch, nervously, as he gets up and sits right beside me. Inside my dress, body parts beging to yell out "oh, hey, hello, you, yeh, you sit right there, I WILL CONSUME YOU WITH EVERY..." I interrupt my body parts by yelling out as I close my eyes "listen, you, with the long black hair and good looks, I will not be tempted and I am a married woman and I'll talk with you here but you will not make me be bad! I can see what you're doing through this meshy headband, cacahead! You won't tempt me with your long black hair!"
Ok, I'm more than slightly intoxicated.
HE starts laughing. Like a gosh dangity demon. The purr of his laughter literally reverberated on the metal seat I was on. I shifted myself so as not to feel it. Ok, perhaps I was a bit caught up in the Celtic Wiccan Pagan Indian of it all, but I swear, the guy was making me believe in elves and wizards and male porn stars packing thirteen inches.
It didn't help that other guys were walking around in Irish kelts with no underwear underneath and hot chicks in inappropriate clothes were giving me seductive eyes. I felt like my own wedding vows made over a dozen years ago were being tested.
I peeked out of the headband again and saw that HE had pants on that clearly defined some kind of unearthly bulge in his pants. "JESUS!" I yelled and ripped the headband from over my eyes to over my lips as my lips pulsed with furious lust. Talking to him now from a mouth covered in the black-white-gray headband, which made me look like a muppet, I stated "YOU will not have your way with me under this table! I made vows and I'm keeping them!"
He laughed again. I tried small talk, asking him about the band playing and if he knew what time another band I was anxious to see was going on. He answered both questions and then continued on with his sexy stares and unverbalized but very loud thoughts. I could see inside his mind, and I knew right where and how he planned to take me.
I pulled the headband down over my throat and pretended to strangle myself and asked him if he was into asphyxiation with choking sounds and a nervous laugh. HE almost appeared to enjoy my desperate attempts to fend him off by making my face and eyes all crazy and goofy like in order to show him that I was a nutball and probably not the kind of chick he should be hitting on.
I felt so vulnerable. I tried to change the subject by showing him pictures I'd taken of the teepee and wedding cake with my cell phone. My lust was thick and heavy. The booze was making it surreal. I contemplated what exactly would be so wrong if I just touched the guy's leg. So, I did. Energy ripped up my fingertips and that's around the time my friend walks over and yells "SO VERY VERY BUSTED!" and snaps a shot of me, eyebrows fanned down from my earlier attempts to shield my eyes with the headband, and the look of vulnerability and nervousness and lust all caught in a snapshot:
Suffice it to say, I quickly ran over to an old Yahtzee!-friend to play a game of Pass The Pigs, so as to avoid the naughty that was gettting all out of control and more daring than I usually allow things to get. The guy disappeared with some chicks later on, so in the end it all came together.
Sometimes life is quite goofy. :O)
So I'm at this Pagan/Wiccan/Celtic/Indian wedding where the groom had hand-built this bamboo teepee kind of thing for him and his bride to share vows with each other. The person performing the ceremony was barefoot, which was cool.
The vows were even cooler. Check these out (this is part of what they said to each other):
"You cannot possess me, for I belong to myself.
But while we both wish it,
I give you that which is mine to give."
"You cannot command me, for I am a free person.
But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand"
"I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night, and the eyes into which I smile in the morning."
"This is the vow I make to you. This is the union of equals." <----- this one made me cry.
"I pledge to you the first bite from my meat and the first drink from my cup. I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back, and you for mine."
"I shall not slander you, nor you me. I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel, we shall do so in private, and tell no strangers our grievances."
The celebration that started after they were pronounced married began with some heavy metal blaring out of some speakers, and then 3 or 4 bands were playing for the whole reception (which went on for hours and hours...)
So, there I am, eating fantastic portuguese food and drinking some alcoholic beverages and laughing it up with old friends and new heavily-tattooed pals, when my husband lets me know he has to leave so he can go see Journey in concert. He tells my brother-in-law to keep an eye on me, as I'm slightly intoxicated and wearing a cute dress. Of course, my brother-in-law is mischievious and I already know he's going to let me roam wild and free, just so he can watch and then get me into trouble by telling Kenny of all I was up to (that's what brothers are for...)
So I'm determined to behave, when my good friend of just about 20 years comes over to me and gives me a meshed-cloth headband. "Here, you have this, it's your colors, black, white and gray," she says to me and I put it on my head over my tiny braids. So she and I are yapping it up and having a ruckus of a good time at the table where we are sitting alone, talking about the portuguese pork and potatoes.
A guy suddenly appears and HE walks over to us both and sits himself at our table and begins to investigate the situation of two chicks acting silly over some spicy potatoes. HE, with his alpha-male erect-sitting self just casually leans over to stare at me a bit. I gulp in a ball of spit that quickly formed under my tongue, formed by his strange sexualness that was dangerous and explosive.
I quickly cover my eyes, putting the headband over my face, to avoid looking at the HE sitting across from me. My friend of just about twenty years, who is such a little devilish chick, leans over to the guy and whispers "Capri loves long black hair and dark eyes. Have fun." THEN SHE WALKS AWAY, leaving me alone with this guy!
I can see through the headband as this guy takes his hair out of his ponytail and I watch, nervously, as he gets up and sits right beside me. Inside my dress, body parts beging to yell out "oh, hey, hello, you, yeh, you sit right there, I WILL CONSUME YOU WITH EVERY..." I interrupt my body parts by yelling out as I close my eyes "listen, you, with the long black hair and good looks, I will not be tempted and I am a married woman and I'll talk with you here but you will not make me be bad! I can see what you're doing through this meshy headband, cacahead! You won't tempt me with your long black hair!"
Ok, I'm more than slightly intoxicated.
HE starts laughing. Like a gosh dangity demon. The purr of his laughter literally reverberated on the metal seat I was on. I shifted myself so as not to feel it. Ok, perhaps I was a bit caught up in the Celtic Wiccan Pagan Indian of it all, but I swear, the guy was making me believe in elves and wizards and male porn stars packing thirteen inches.
It didn't help that other guys were walking around in Irish kelts with no underwear underneath and hot chicks in inappropriate clothes were giving me seductive eyes. I felt like my own wedding vows made over a dozen years ago were being tested.
I peeked out of the headband again and saw that HE had pants on that clearly defined some kind of unearthly bulge in his pants. "JESUS!" I yelled and ripped the headband from over my eyes to over my lips as my lips pulsed with furious lust. Talking to him now from a mouth covered in the black-white-gray headband, which made me look like a muppet, I stated "YOU will not have your way with me under this table! I made vows and I'm keeping them!"
He laughed again. I tried small talk, asking him about the band playing and if he knew what time another band I was anxious to see was going on. He answered both questions and then continued on with his sexy stares and unverbalized but very loud thoughts. I could see inside his mind, and I knew right where and how he planned to take me.
I pulled the headband down over my throat and pretended to strangle myself and asked him if he was into asphyxiation with choking sounds and a nervous laugh. HE almost appeared to enjoy my desperate attempts to fend him off by making my face and eyes all crazy and goofy like in order to show him that I was a nutball and probably not the kind of chick he should be hitting on.
I felt so vulnerable. I tried to change the subject by showing him pictures I'd taken of the teepee and wedding cake with my cell phone. My lust was thick and heavy. The booze was making it surreal. I contemplated what exactly would be so wrong if I just touched the guy's leg. So, I did. Energy ripped up my fingertips and that's around the time my friend walks over and yells "SO VERY VERY BUSTED!" and snaps a shot of me, eyebrows fanned down from my earlier attempts to shield my eyes with the headband, and the look of vulnerability and nervousness and lust all caught in a snapshot:
Suffice it to say, I quickly ran over to an old Yahtzee!-friend to play a game of Pass The Pigs, so as to avoid the naughty that was gettting all out of control and more daring than I usually allow things to get. The guy disappeared with some chicks later on, so in the end it all came together.
Sometimes life is quite goofy. :O)
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