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Brigits Poem
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Jan 4, 2010 1:42 am
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searching room by room..
where'd you go?
i haven't seen you
in a year or so..
i know that cats
aren't supposed to cry
but the night you walked out
i truly wanted to die
didn't i mean anything
to you at all?
i guess not,
you've never even
bothered to call
i sit in the bedroom window
watching for you
hoping you come home
that you miss me too
noone knows how long
our time is here
not seeing you again
is my biggest fear
Brandi really
misses you too
but she's close to mommy
like i was to you
remember that little
stuffy lion you bought?
i carry it everywhere
it's now all that i've got
of my daddy that's left me
so alone and sad
what did i do?
was i really so bad?
amazingrace54
Note; actual photo of Brigit standing next to my gram's..then my mom's..and now mine..ceramic christmas tree.
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It's Most Definitely Winter In Vermont!
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Dec 29, 2009 3:30 am
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The trailer has groaned and moaned and creeked all night long..didn't make for a very good sleep I'm afraid..the temps are in the FREEZING COLD zone with a whiteout. I don't want to leave the warmth of the trailer today, yet I must..I have to mail some items out that my e bay customers bid on and won. I had to turn the furnace up higher than I like it is so cold. I always feel sorry for the animals out there on a night/day like this..mother nature can be so cruel. The turkeys should be coming to visit me soon..they know where to come to get fed. The deer have been eating the apples that fell off my apple trees..you should see the deer prints all over. Lots of car accidents and some fatalities as there has been early morning 'black ice.' I think I'll go make a cup of chinese oolang tea..and hold my cats close..let it snow..
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Hard Candy Christmas
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Dec 20, 2009 7:36 pm
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hey, maybe i'll dye my hair
maybe I'll move somewhere
maybe i'll get a car
maybe i'll drive so far
they'll all lose track
me, i'll bounce right back
maybe i'll sleep real late
maybe i'll lose some weight
maybe i'll clear my junk
maybe i'll just get drunk..
me, i'll be just
fine and dandy
lord it's like a hard candy christmas
i'm barely getting through tomorrow
but still i won't let
sorrow bring me way down
i'll be fine and dandy
lord it's like a hard candy christmas
i'm barely getting through tomorrow
but still i won't let
sorrow bring me way down
hey, maybe i'll learn to sew
maybe i'll just lie low
maybe i'll hit the bars
maybe i'll count the stars..until dawn
me, i will go on
maybe i'll settle down
maybe i'll just leave town
maybe i'll have some fun
maybe i'll meet someone
and make him mine..
me, i'll be just fine and dandy
lord it's like a hard candy christmas
i'm barely getting through tomorrow
but still i won't let
sorrow bring me way down
i'll be fine and dandy
cause i'll be fine and dandy
Dolly Parton
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The Spirit Of Christmas
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Dec 11, 2009 11:12 pm
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If only we could capture THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS every single day, imagine that..goodwill, love, peace, faith, hope, blessings and miracles SHARED BY ALL. If we could only realize that we are ALL ONE..IN THIS TOGETHER..we could accomplish great things. Try to do something this year that you haven't ever done..volunteer at a homeless dinner..visit someone at a nursing home who doesn't have any visitors..share a meal with someone less fortunate. For in the act of GIVING is when we RECEIVE FAR, FAR MORE. Christmas Blessings to each and every one of you
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My Prayer..
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Sep 21, 2009 7:21 pm
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dear sweet Jesus
help me i pray
as i drag out of bed
to another lonely day
no 'real life' friends to speak of
on this journey called life
no family to turn to
to help share my strife
i'm sad and i'm lonely
feeling so lost
struggling to hold on
at any cost
there's two little 'girls'
who need me so much
lord please give me strength
i need your sweet touch
lift all my burdens
along with my cares
i just need a break here
too much pain to bear
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amazingrace54
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F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!!
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Sep 10, 2009 11:23 pm
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F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!! I got in my new(used) 1991 Toyota Corolla today(well..a few hours ago it was)and drove myself to Burlington to spend the day running some errands. Some of you know that I have been without 'wheels' since D. left in December. The sky was the prettiest blue, the sun was shining, and I had a country station(what else?)on..a singing to my hearts content. The song playing happened to be an oldie..Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie..some of you
old timers here might remember that one *wink* Not exactly country
but nice all the same. I hit up all my favorite spots after my errands, and my timing was good. I was able to get the most soft, luxurious, turkish robe(soft pink flowers on a white background)for $3.75, a set of 4 palest blush colored wine glasses for $4.00,
some NEW underwear for .50 cents each, a small handmade pillow that says..'Grandmas are just antique little girls.' It made me chuckle, so now it's setting on my new(used)brass bed. Albeit, little things..inexpensive for sure..but things that I needed, some for the body..and some for the soul. It truly is nice to be a part of society again..I have never taken things for granted, but I have this stronger, more keen, appreciation now..for each second I am granted to partake of this wonderful thing called life.
Ready? Sing along with me.."Bye~bye Miss American Pie" haha!
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Man vs. Squirrel! Pt. 2 of 2
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Sep 9, 2009 2:51 am
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About this time, the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle(maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death): and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet.
As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face, I
am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out(since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment): so her front end started to drop.
Now, picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally, I got the upper hand. I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked-sort of.
Spectacularly sort of..so to speak.
Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with yourwindows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly, a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder, roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel
grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams.
They weren't mine.
I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded
to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy street corner. I would have returned to 'fess up'(and to get my glove back), I really would have. Really. Except for two things.
First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a shotgun at his own police car.
So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it," anyway.
That was one thing. The other?
Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car, but it was all his.
I took a deep breath, turned on my turn signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood.
I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves and a whole lot of band-aids.
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Man vs. Squirrel! Pt. 1 of 2
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Sep 9, 2009 2:02 am
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I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect..
I was on Brice Street-a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.
It was a squirrel and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it--it was that close! I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle; but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.
I barely had time to brace for the impact. animal lovers never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes.
His mouth opened; and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt!
I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular.
He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.
Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.
And losing...
I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag the tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there.
It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!
Somehow, he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump, and on amazing impact; he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and rather distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all.
His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand(the throttle hand)on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result.
Torque.
This is what the Valkyrie is made for; and she is very, very good at it.
The engine roared, and the front wheel left the pavement.
The squirrel screamed in anger.
I screamed in--well, I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death..
To be continued..
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'BOUGHT..'
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Sep 2, 2009 1:17 am
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she wonders how her life became 'THIS'
mouth frozen in losses grimace
eyes that are devoid of expression
heart that no longer cares whether it beats
tears that never seem to stop falling
painful realization drowning her in agony
loneliness beyond comprehension
stress is taking its toll
she wiles her days away
seeped in agonizing memories
and what ifs...
beating herself down mentally
over and over..again and again
'BOUGHT..'
for the price of holding loneliness at bay
the 'luxury' of lifes most basic necessities
merely 'creature comforts'
realizing she's not actually so very different
than those that 'prostitute' themselves
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amazingrace54
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Summers Last Blush
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Aug 30, 2009 3:54 pm
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summer is having its last blush
rosey skies at dusk hinting
at tomorrows promise of
sun~kissed skies, soft luminous clouds
and gentle caressing breeze
there is an energy in the air
unseen yet palpable
shadows changing as the earth turns
ever so slightly on its continuous journey
nights becoming cooler
daylight losing ground to darkness
'a purpose to every season'
perhaps just being alive
to experience all of this magnificence
is purpose enough..
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amazingrace54
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