tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26232170353454433342023-11-15T08:08:06.364-08:0063Jeannee.SaudadeJeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.comBlogger561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-77790802465353981742013-05-13T13:02:00.001-07:002013-05-13T13:02:18.408-07:00B I G update on someone I've been praying about ! (Extra! Extra!)A local gal I know from her having been a waitress at the diner, named Jessica, was involved in a horrific ATV crash that later claimed the life of her fiancee ... it happened right before Easter, and that sticks in my mind, because her she has a kid who was turning six, I think it was, the day following the holiday - and now his Mama was airlifted out of here, critical!!!<br />
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As much as I could glean, here and there, I followed her progress ... and I had heard she had been released! But today, sitting at the counter in Ray's Diner, the door opens, in comes a small group, and --<br />
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Jessica!<br />
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She looked - tired - she looked well! she was dressed and up on her feet, walking around! She had on a collar. Now, I've worn one, and mine was foam. Hers has metal hinges on the back, so obviously! her injury was far, far more serious!<br />
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You know what I thought about? Those celebrities who complain about people bum-rushing them when they're sitting at a table in some no-name out of the way restaurant just trying to get there drink on and maybe the feedbag, too ... so I simply made eye contact and smiled, and she smiled back, and there was recognition, and I was just a customer, no one major in her life, so - that's a GOOD sign, too :)<br />
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Just hit me with a flood of emotions, seeing her out and about with her family <3 and realizing too she had to be HOME for Mother's Day, and that had to make the mama's in her family feeling very blessed! - including herself!!!Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-16982382846338040112013-05-11T19:57:00.001-07:002013-05-11T19:57:21.217-07:00LanaIndiana: The Power of Love Part 1<a href="http://lanaindiana.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-power-of-love-part-1.html?spref=bl">LanaIndiana: The Power of Love Part 1</a>: The Power of Love I'm sorry I haven't made a YouTube video in such a long time. My heart hasn't been in it lately but I will r...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-48736141102036714612013-05-10T23:19:00.001-07:002013-05-10T23:19:52.321-07:00LOST IN THE 50's: 30's vintage CLUB... CICADA!!!<a href="http://lostin1950.blogspot.com/2013/05/30s-vintage-club-cicada.html?spref=bl">LOST IN THE 50's: 30's vintage CLUB... CICADA!!!</a>: Here is another great souvenir from our spring trip in the USA... We spent an amazing evening at CICADA CLUB ! It's a ...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-81542668411675719482013-05-08T18:35:00.001-07:002013-05-08T18:35:53.742-07:00miss b and the bygones: Me made funkalicious ottoman cover.<a href="http://missbandthebygones.blogspot.com/2013/01/me-made-funkalicious-ottoman-cover.html?spref=bl">miss b and the bygones: Me made funkalicious ottoman cover.</a>: I am of the school of thought that says, "It's a bargain - buy it now!"even if I don't really need it. (...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-60268585508396156922013-05-08T15:42:00.001-07:002013-05-08T15:42:44.205-07:00About that house of horrors The news is resounding with the joyous freedom of 3 young women (and apparently a little girl born in captivity, like Jaycee Dugard's two) as much as it is angry at the police for not doing there jobs over there in Cleveland, THE place where that Sowell guy had 11 bodies ... and, rightly so, rightly so!...<br />
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Now, of course, with such news, e media of all types - from professionals to bloggers like myself to social media, et al - have something to say! I do, but it's about what someone had to say -- eerr, let me explain that! --<br />
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In one online place where I can actually still access things (as my computer is on partial crash right now), I caught a comment - "People need to watch their children more" - and as I read that, I sat here and wanted to let out a loud -<br />
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EXCUSE ME!??!<br />
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This isn't a story (at least, not what I've heard so far) about negligent parenting ... this is about Amanda Berry being old enough to have a paying job - and accepting a ride from a coworker. This is Gina DeJesus walking home from middle school. By that age, most parents allow there kids to walk home - they're old enough to do so, not like a child in elementary school! And what if the parents work? That is more my thought on Gina, as the Washington Post described her walk from school as follows: "She typically covered nearly 40 blocks on the trek, which took her through thriving commercial areas, blocks dotted by churches, and neighborhoods dogged by drugs and prostitution." (Why wasn't there a school bus, for pity's sakes! That's a hike - and it would have prevented this abduction! Is it because the area was poor, and Cleveland officials don't like there poor?!!) And Michelle Knight - she was at her cousin's house : visiting a relative. All three of these young women were doing things that almost every parent I could think of would allow an older child to do without hovering on top on them like helicopters, because they're nearly grown now! <br />
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Including my own.Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-20770412950419519902013-05-06T12:25:00.001-07:002013-05-06T12:25:59.890-07:00Apartment 1, cursing in the parking lot!It was around 1.30 in the afternoon when I took my rain-pain-racked self out, to run some local errands ... believe you me! all looked ok when I left! ...<br />
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I came back and from three stops + a mailbox drop from the SUV's window, I was DEAD ... and greatly looking forward to the 7-11 coffee in my cupholder! - in fact - 'just for YOU, Miss CoCo!' <3 - we were gonna sit outside for me to have the coffee!<br />
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Now you stop me in telling my story and want to know how we can sit outside if its raining?!<br />
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Because we live on the ground floor ... and right above our heads is what I call 'the boardwalk' : the upstairs, open-air, 2d-floor, walkway.<br />
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So now I get out of my truck ... hobble over to put the coffee down by my chair, and <br />
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WHAT THE HELL?!!!<br />
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Someone has shattered a beer bottle very obviously from the 2d floor, and very obviously intended for the guy's truck it has crashed into a bazillion pieces in front of.<br />
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I have suspects, but the place is a ghost town now, of course --<br />
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-- and - knowing there are small children AND pets - including my own! who knows she's allowed to walk on the sidewalk with her leash dragging, just no parking lot - AND stray cats -- <br />
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-- someone has to sweep it up<br />
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-- and unfortunately that SOMEONE is<br />
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SOMEONE WITH HER BACK HALF-OUT AND RAIN-PAIN ;-<br />
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Oh, you had to hear me -- it's what used to be called "blue language" -- the jist of which was: pick up your own dammed mess! there are kids and animals around here! what kind of pig are you, after all?!<br />
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At least I had a cardboard box in here that was ready for trash, so, ok -- I sweep all the glass, big pieces (Icehouse brand, btw) and tiny shards (the kind that would stick in a paw), into the box -- and then, I'm walking across the parking lot, and --<br />
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A strange and strong gust of wind out of nowhere rips the box out of my hand and strews the glass all over the parking lot.<br />
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I stood there and thought to myself - This is a good sermon, Jean: "every time I get myself picked up and collected, a typhoon comes and blows me all askew again!!!"<br />
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*Sigh* So here I go, again, because now where it's landed - I'm worried about TIRES!<br />
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When I find this pig, I may request they drink out of cans.<br />
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Or go to AA.<br />
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Or live on the first floor.<br />
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Or how about GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU BIG JERK!!!<br />
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<Clears her throat> That is all.<br />
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Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-13600028702217903932013-05-05T13:47:00.000-07:002013-05-05T13:47:49.381-07:00Life ... is not always comprehensibleWas walking CoCo outside early this morning and I could not believe it! My neighbor was taking a weed-wacker to the overgrown lawn by the side of her apt?! Susan ... are they discounting your rent - is that why you're doing this?!, I asked ... to which, she laughed - her doggy is about 4 lbs and the grass is so high, Gracie literally gets lost in there! "I've called the office, the township, and now dammit I'm making my dog a pee spot. Feel free to let CoCo go there, too!" ;) Right neighborly, I'd say! ....<br />
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My extremely clean neighbor - my 'you can eat off these floors!' neighbor - Dave and I have been going back and forth - see, he thinks he $owes$ me for being so nice and doing various favors - I think he doesn't ... so finally I found us a middle ground - "Dave! Help! I can't bend and don't have the strength in my arms! Could you please clean my bathtub?" and yes I showed him how bad was bad ... and he agreed ...<br />
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So my other neighbor Karl is over here and he's still relatively sober ... and Dave knocks, comes in, and announces, "I'm here to clean your tub!" Well the look on Karl's face was priceless ;) He could not even begin to comprehend why Dave would just show up and clean my bathtub ;)~~~<br />
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Then there are the other things that are incomprehensible ...<br />
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My 89 year old Doris was in here yesterday - Doris who herself always tells it like it is: her mind is sharp - her body is failing -- well, yesterday -- her mind was catching up to her body ;- I realized we were in trouble (and it wasn't a problem of, say, hearing) when she couldn't even comprehend about the woman upstairs she's steadily complained about for the past year, didn't even know of whom I was speaking ...<br />
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And speaking of the woman upstairs from her --<br />
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That would be Grandma upstairs. Love her! The noises are from her visiting, ADHD and possibly other neurological disorders, grandchildren - ol 'thunder feet' ;0 Anyway ...Grandma was in the hospital again ... and her daughter said she'd be coming home today, but now on oxygen ... so when I heard a car --<br />
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I was talking to her daughter and waved upstairs to Grandma, who was at the balcony, and who smiled at me. Her daughter said, "I don't think she knows who you are anymore. Don't feel bad! My brothers came and she didn't know them one whit!"<br />
Uh-oh.<br />
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And then, I did something incomprehensible: I told her daughter that the ground-level apt next to me is available, which would certainly! make everything easier with oxygen ... why is that incomprehensible?!<br />
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Because my nerves can't take noise! Not anymore. Not after things I've experienced.<br />
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But you know what they say, too,<br />
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That when you love someone, you do incomprehensible things<br />
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And I do love my neighbor, ol' Grandma upstairs!Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-22475993085694985662013-05-05T10:21:00.001-07:002013-05-05T10:21:07.622-07:00Chronically Vintage: You can't put a price tag on nostalgia<a href="http://www.chronicallyvintage.com/2013/05/you-can-put-price-tag-on-nostalgia.html?spref=bl">Chronically Vintage: You can't put a price tag on nostalgia</a>: It will likely not come as a shock to anyone who has known me for at least five or so seconds, that I am a nostalgist. I can (and on ple...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-78909608947295531922013-05-04T18:53:00.000-07:002013-05-04T18:53:33.747-07:00Life, Reworked ....One of my biggest fears when I lived in the last city I did, where I knew almost no one, and very infrequently did I have visitors (with some very notable exceptions! like my dear next-door neighbor), one of my biggest fears was that I would drop dead in the house ... and no one would find me ... and the dogs would starve to death ... and I would become a weird news item of the day, like the mummified woman no one missed in her neighborhood, either ;-<br />
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This afternoon, my neighbor and friend, Karl, in #13, dropped over ... he does that, and that's nice :) Then, his Mom called him on the phone and said she was stopping over - "I'm in #1, Mom" ... so his Mom came here! So I got to meet Karl's mom, and that was nice, but wait! She was coming over to bring him dinner and as he said he was visiting a neighbor in #1 - well, she brought me some, too - A HOMECOOKED MEAL :) Oh my WORD! I about died and went to HEAVEN!!! <br />
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And then, while they were here ... my former neighbor Bobby came over ... Doris in #3 stopped down ... AND Karl's son Kyle came over. I had more people, than furniture! Well I could have had enough spaces, actually, but you see my mind's still stuck in the rut of being a single recluse, so I have stuff all over ... I had a living room full!!! WOW! Me - I had that!<br />
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I have a life reworked, I realized that today! AMEN!!!Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-49037210775739554682013-04-27T07:03:00.001-07:002013-04-27T07:03:21.339-07:00Yard Sale 101<i><b>Just came back from attempting the upper-middle-class development up the road, yard sale - half a million dollar homes & they don't build no sidewalks?! Anyway ... I bunked into some annoying behaviors out there, so I thought I should blog a Yard Sale 101 ...:</b></i><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">DO NOT have family reunions in the middle of the street.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">DO NOT price things that are close to what a person would pay in a retail establishment.</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><b><span style="color: blue;">If
all you've got is your kids selling their anime crap or some other
niche stuff, could you put a sign saying what's there, before people
slug up a steep driveway?! Part two of that is this: if you're selling
stuff your kid has grown out of, and it's soft teen porn - do NOT put it
on the same table with the religious books you've read & are ready
to pass along!!!</span></b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">If there are a line of cars snaking down a road, KEEP IT MOVING! Do not stop to stare open-mouthed at what's for sale and for pity's sakes, don't have a reunion with Belva and stop the traffic!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">If you are pushing a baby in a stroller, don't be texting, mama - there is TRAFFIC, and it may just bunk into what's in front of you, first - the baby!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">DO NOT run in front of traffic! Wait until you make eye contact, smile, and wave thanks, <i>before</i> running across the road! </span></b><i><b> </b></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><b><span style="color: blue;">Do you really need to drag along that baby that is going to get too much sun and whine, and ditto the preteen boy who really would rather be anywhere else?! Babysitters! Relatives! Someone!!!</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><b><span style="color: blue;">Bring plenty of singles and only if it's been going on for a while, ask if they can break a twenty.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><b><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b></span></span>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-32901715332196891102013-04-26T14:22:00.001-07:002013-04-26T14:22:53.949-07:00The Millennial Upstairs (correction to an earlier blog post)<b>Earlier this week, there was a big problem with the kids upstairs
from me - beyond a drunken party that got out of hand, it surely sounded
like there was a young woman being beaten ... and there were other
neighbors who witnessed a naked young woman being dragged by four men
from one apartment to the other, as she desperately banged on doors for
assistance.<br /><br />I do not live in a wild place or bad area, because my
nerves can't take it; I had to take necessary, anti-anxiety medication,
and have been trying to deal with this emotionally all week long ...
earlier this afternoon, I finally got a chance to talk to the young
woman living above me whose apartment it is, and I got the "horse's
mouth" story, and I learned that while they may be millennials and I'm a
woman looking at a half-century mile
marker, alcoholism doesn't change its face:<br /><br />The young woman who
sounded like she was being beaten - she is a woman who drinks and a
switch flips; and in her case, she just goes nuts and starts assaulting
people, including her own boyfriend ...<br /><br />The woman who was being
dragged? That's another story of alcoholism, too, for this woman is
mentally disturbed and trying to self-medicate with what she can
purchase over the counter ... which she does alone in her apartment with
the lights off and her clothes off, as well - one of these "stinkin'
thinkin'" things that makes sense when you're drinking, see ... and then
she hit this spot where she decided she was lonely, after all, and she
wanted her brother home, so she just strolled outside buck naked four
doors down and went to collect her brother from his party --<br /><br />And
just about everyone else there, except for her brother, was speechless
and stunned at what late-stage alcoholism can
look like, literally - except her brother. The brother said, without
missing a beat, "She gets like this guys! Help me get her home, okay?"
And so they picked her up bodily and went to bring her home ...<br /><br />And
around that time in hearing this story, I distinctly recalled being 19,
married, very drunk; a passenger in a car driven by my just as drunk
husband; and he got verbally abusive, see ... and we stopped for a
traffic light ... and I was 19 and drunk and it seemed to make sense for
me to turn to look at the men in the car next to us and mouth "help
me!" -- these good guys jumped out - ran to the passenger door - pulled
out my husband - and beat the tar outta him! Boob being wiry and young,
escaped; he jumped back in the car and we drove home, and walked into
my in-laws house where we were living, screaming, "MA! Some guys beat up
Bobby at a light - no reason at all! Get bandages!!! We just don't know
WHY!!!"<br /><br />About
that same form of alcoholic thinking hit this young woman as she beat
desperately on her neighbors doors for "help" as her brother and his
buddies were trying to get her naked, drunken self back into her own
apartment for safety, because don't you know? you can't get into any
trouble whatsoever! drinking by yourself in your own home! or so the
alcoholic thinking spirals round & round ....</b><br />
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<b>And so that is THAT, and THAT will keep me sure sober for another day!!! </b>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-51331690921572477512013-04-25T03:54:00.001-07:002013-04-25T03:54:45.373-07:00 When you've been hurt by the church-and why you should keep going<a href="http://www.emilywierenga.com/2013/04/imperfect-prose-on-thursdays-when-youve.html#.UXkLaCagMMA.blogger">Imperfect Prose on Thursdays: When you've been hurt by the church-and why you should keep going</a>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-66894029930246333102013-04-23T06:43:00.000-07:002013-04-23T06:43:57.853-07:00Jeannee and her nerves ....<i><b>Part of a longer story, but suffice it to say for now, this old story: I was once involved in a traffic accident that was purely the other guy's fault - he had one of those two-seater foreign jobs and tried to squeeze between stopped traffic, one of which was my Blazer and - yeahhh, wreckage! And I have a very distinct memory of my father (who was a passenger) telling the cop, "My daughter's the nervous type ..."</b></i><br />
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<b>Well, I am! </b><br />
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<b>In fact a previous neighbor here nailed it when - in conversation one day - I referred to myself as someone who tries to be the invisible tenant and he said, "Oh, you do that very well!" ;) He caught himself - worried he was being insulting - but I reassured him: if he thought so, and he was my neighbor - then I've done the right thing :) I want to be quiet, live quiet, be no trouble at all ... and with that because of my nerves and all - I <u>need</u> to live around people who are the same!!!</b><br />
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<b>Overnight I had a problem w/ an upstairs neighbor, that seemed to me, at the time, to be a group of 18 year old kids who just got carried away - went outside and talked to 4 of the boys standing outside, and I was not resistant to being apologized to and begged not to call 911 -- okay, sure, I'll give y'all another chance ... and they did! They quieted right down as if someone put there hand on a switch!</b><br />
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<b>Went to bed around 3, got up at 8, still not thinking anything more about it - until another neighbor flagged me down when I went to take CoCo outside --</b><br />
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<b>Apparently what I heard, wasn't what she saw from peeking out in fear from her front window.</b><br />
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<b>Let's just say -- this is real, real BAD. Awful bad. To where if - what happened is what we think happened - and I don't see how many other ways to look at it! - some poor young woman, whatever kind of loud "Girls Gone Wild" kook she may just be - is going to be in therapy at least for the next few years, anyway ...</b><br />
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<b>I'm shaking. I've been, and I can't stop!</b><br />
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<b>My neighbor - who has lived here since the 90s, mind you! - is literally looking into her options for moving. And once I can becalm my nerves, I'm going to work on my application for a place I've got a reference to --</b><br />
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<b>Sure, it'll be cheaper.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>And there's a laundry facility on the floor.</b><br />
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<b>And my friends already live there.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>And its back in my home state.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>But you know what the most appealing part of it is right now?!</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>It's with a bunch of senior citizens, and such souls are generally quiet ... they've got shot nerves, too!!!</b><br />
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<b>God have mercy on us all.</b><br />
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<b> </b><i><b> </b></i>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-14115732547567214992013-04-23T01:24:00.001-07:002013-04-23T01:24:09.851-07:00the soubrette brunette: Friday Favorites #7: Retro and Romantic<a href="http://thesoubrettebrunette.blogspot.com/2013/04/friday-favorites-7-retro-and-romantic.html?spref=bl">the soubrette brunette: Friday Favorites #7: Retro and Romantic</a>: After spending a few days trying to think of what I wanted to feature, I decided that this week's Friday Favorites would be a lot of re...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-64785547798697315982013-04-22T18:49:00.001-07:002013-04-22T18:49:32.947-07:00Caked Vintage Blog: Sadness is inevitable<a href="http://www.cakedvintage.com/2013/03/sadness-is-inevitable.html?spref=bl">Caked Vintage Blog: Sadness is inevitable</a>: Lately I have been feeling uncontrollably sad. Typically I am pretty good at manipulating my more negative emotions into positive ones, but...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-50481043677742053032013-04-22T18:16:00.000-07:002013-04-22T18:16:11.262-07:00What does Jessy have to do w/ my old Math class?!<b>About 20 years or so ago now, I was actually trying to be a community college student! ... One of the things that brought fear to the heart was that I was going to have to take a Math 101 type of course - Math having been the bane of my existence since around second grade ;- this wasn't very good news! ... the so-called college counselor (who didn't give me ALL the information, as you'll see) let me know there were options: for example - I could take this class in a gap period, between regular semesters; the class would be about three weeks or so ....</b><br />
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<b>Three weeks V a semester and get it the heck over with - oh, sign me up!!!</b><br />
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<b>What the counselor at Middlesex County College of Edison, NJ, failed to fill me in on was that the gap class was an INTENSIVE. Now, if it was a subject like English or History that I had some depth of knowledge on already, I would have probably been okay -- but to get into something that I've always struggled with and have it go at warp speed - with a teacher that there was a cultural clash with?!! I wasn't the only student who was in tears by the end of the first week and taking a withdraw-fail, by the start of the second!!!</b><br />
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<b>I thought about this earlier today with Jessy the former waitress who was in the horrific ATV crash that killed her fiancee ... saw a friend of hers and asked for an update on how she's doing???</b><br />
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<b>Well, see - Jessy doesn't have health care. And the University of Virginia hospital she's at in Charlottesville, was having far too many critically ill patients with no health care, who then couldn't afford to go to rehab - so they'd go from a hospital bed, to discharge, and have all these health problems that weren't addressed by being in a short-term physical and occupational rehab situation. So what U Va Hospital did was to create an in-hospital rehab for such patients, so at least they would have *some* rehabilitative work before being sent back to their lives ...</b><br />
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<b>This rehab is about two WEEKS or so long.</b><br />
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<b>If Jessy had health care, <u>if we as a nation had health care for everyone, for a female in her early 20s who worked good and hard for six years as a waitress and who has a child to go home & take care of</u>, I figure she'd be sitting in a rehab facility for several MONTHS. </b><br />
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<b>And of course I thought of my old college Math class ...</b><br />
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<b>Please pray with me - for Jessy and what she faces; and for all the Jessy's out there - some of whom I'm sure - whomever you are, whatever place you occupy in this world - you must know! - and for our broken system of so-called health care. </b>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-46082424247247982892013-04-22T01:59:00.001-07:002013-04-22T01:59:29.688-07:00LOST IN THE 50's: A wish come true....<a href="http://lostin1950.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-wish-come-true.html?spref=bl">LOST IN THE 50's: A wish come true....</a>: Have you ever dream to find a special piece of vintage clothes? For me, I have always dreamt to find a felt circle skirt... ...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-75747151894956131792013-04-22T01:45:00.001-07:002013-04-22T01:45:23.266-07:00The Catholic Voyager: TV star Donna D'Errico on her Catholic faith<a href="http://thecatholicvoyager.blogspot.com/2012/09/baywatch-star-donna-derrico-on-her.html?spref=bl">The Catholic Voyager: TV star Donna D'Errico on her Catholic faith</a>: In recent news, Donna D'Errico, former prime time TV star, has been talking about her renewed Catholic faith. I first read about this at...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-50890660469539020902013-04-21T16:06:00.001-07:002013-04-21T16:06:02.284-07:00My Night With Marilyn Monroe<a href="http://blogs.canoe.ca/parker/general/my-night-with-marilyn-monroe/#.UXRw1SbXQcM.blogger">My Night With Marilyn Monroe</a>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-65218255961607062112013-04-20T17:01:00.001-07:002013-04-20T17:01:18.841-07:00Love this! fashion<a href="http://vintagevixon.blogspot.com/2013/04/mama-mia-my-catsuit-makeover.html?spref=bl">Vintage Vixen: Mama Mia! My Catsuit Makeover</a>: Despite an appalling synthetic sequin trim and naff floppy cap I couldn't resist snapping up this hand-made Abba fancy dress c...Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-61082618311772245022013-04-20T09:24:00.002-07:002013-04-20T09:24:41.843-07:00This. Is. Hard.<b>Today is the day that Mike - Johnny's cousin - is moving all the stuff out of Johnny's apt (right on the other side of the common wall from me), so he can store it up at his place (Johnny, you may recall, has been in the hospital about a month now & its pretty definite he's going to need long-term care) ...</b><br />
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<b>So, ok - trying to be helpful, you know -- I decided to carry out the small things I could lift -- set them on the sidewalk -- then Mike can put them in his pickup truck however he wants them ...</b><br />
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<b>I did okay and all until I reached for Johnny's boots.</b><br />
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<b>My throat closed, my heart & my eyes fluttered, and I found myself trying to choke down tears (past that closed throat) ... those were the boots that carried mine and CoCo's friend outside to sit with us! I wanted to cry - I mean really REALLY let myself cry, salty tears bouncing off the jawline, with sobs that say how you really feel, in a way that I haven't since he was probably about first in the hospital ... he's not walking back in here - hell's bells, Betsy, he ain't walking too much of anyplace at all and then only with medical help and hospital slipper socks!!!</b><br />
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<b>It just hurt my heart. </b>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-27625804687915641092013-04-20T01:41:00.000-07:002013-04-20T01:41:02.354-07:00Daily Post PromptA woman named Cheri Lucas, I believe it is, wrote this excellent Daily Post Prompt:<br />
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"<strong>In
the DC comics universe, a planet called "Htrae" ("Earth" spelled
backwards) is populated with bizarre versions of superheroes. A <em>Seinfeld </em>episode<em> </em>made the idea of this Bizarro World popular, where the characters encountered their opposite selves. Craft a scene in which you meet an opposite version of yourself -- or a story in a bizarre, backwards world."</strong></div>
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<strong> <span style="color: #8e7cc3;">That's actually very simple for me to do! The opposite of what Jeannee is today, right now, sitting here typing this out, is the Jeannee I thought I would grow up to be when I was in high school (especially the latter years) : a happily married mother of at least six children, a homemaker; someone surrounded by family and pets and as many beautiful and neatly-kept items as I see now in online blogs ... and in walking through the Target store, like I did earlier today ... There are some people's blogs that I follow just because they are the opposite version of myself, because they are living the life that I thought I would grow to have -- so reading them, I guess you can rightly say!, delivers me to Htrae!</span> </strong></div>
Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-68345325591659694792013-04-16T03:42:00.001-07:002013-04-16T03:42:26.706-07:00An emotionally broken man, finds a reason he's still here - A MUST READ!<a href="http://usnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/04/16/17773869-the-man-in-the-hat-at-boston-marathon-finish-line-carlos-arredondo-didnt-set-out-to-be-hero#.UW0q7IZwi2Q.blogger">The man in the hat at Boston Marathon finish line: Carlos Arredondo didn’t set out to be hero</a>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-42570667393221352392013-04-14T16:27:00.000-07:002013-04-14T16:27:27.158-07:00Walmart's bench ...<b>I had big plans for the 'Big City' today, but wasn't too sure how much I could actually do, what w/ the fibromyalgia kicking up ... gamely, I went down and </b><br />
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<b>and I got in the checkout line of Walmart and </b><br />
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<b>oh, honey ;-</b><br />
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<b>I was too fatigued & overwhelmed w/ body pain to even consider driving the 16 miles back home</b><br />
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<b>Usually when that happens, I'll sit in my vehicle and rest first BUT - argh! Sunday - 'the world' is at Walmart (apparently no one goes to parks or anything anymore ;- ) - and so I knew I would be constantly jarred by incessant honker-gesturers impatient for me to pull-out so they could get the space that yeahhh I wasn't planning to vacate --</b><br />
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<b>ergo --</b><br />
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<b>I decided to take the bench right inbetween the two doors - yes, one marked entry, one marked exit, but they're interchangeable - </b><br />
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<b>well, let me tell YOU!</b><br />
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<b>I have not enjoyed peoplewatching so much since the last time I found a mall I could smoke cigarettes in while doing so!!!</b><br />
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<b>It was the most interesting parade of humanity I have seen in - well, forever! In fact what skittered across my mind was something available on the Chictopia website, that I have always before sighed and rolled my eyes at ('dammed trashtalk is everywhere in this day and age!') but how appropriate it seemed today! - it's called - wait for it --</b><br />
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<b>'Everybody is Ugly' ;)~~</b><br />
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<b>I don't even know how long I was there - but apparently it was quite a while, because the Greeter started glaring at me in an un-greeterly manner ;)</b><br />
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<b>Hey! I'm resting AND having FUN :) </b><br />
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<b>And I'm going to do it again, real soon!!! </b>Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623217035345443334.post-62294438504566173772013-04-12T19:09:00.001-07:002013-04-12T19:09:36.032-07:00God put Hurtado there ....<a href="http://www.dailynews.com/news/ci_23004479/man-critical-condition-after-sawing-own-arms-at?source=most_viewed">http://www.dailynews.com/news/ci_23004479/man-critical-condition-after-sawing-own-arms-at?source=most_viewed</a><br />
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Remember this, what the hero firefighter has said: "<span id="RDS_Site"><span id="RDS_Site">Hurtado said he was a bit emotional talking about the experience "not because of what I did - more because the grace of God decided to put me there that afternoon. I could have picked the other Home Depot. God decided for me to go the Home Depot that I hardly ever go to and be able possibly to help a person and save their life."" </span></span> Jeanneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01542711627374640800noreply@blogger.com0