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vlraynes
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pout...now I miss MY dog...

smile

he sounds adorable...and smart too...he knew
which house to come to, where he'd get to
sleep on a nice comfy pillow...lol

you're SUCH a softie...
but don't worry..I won't tell...grin

hugs, you...
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26 posted 12-08-2003 08:12 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Ya know I was really HOPING for a Serenity story to read with my coffee this morning, but I wasn't expecting quite THIS!!
Don't know if I could be smilin' any bigger, unless of course, it was ME sleeping on your pillow...
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27 posted 12-08-2003 03:30 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

(Dunc? check your e mail for a full report. Cutie. Grin.)

Now. *ahem*

It's been pointed out to me that I don't seem to understand the concept of journaling. I suppose that if one thinks of journals as an orderly "log" of one's life--then yep--that's entirely true. I don't understand the concept of that. I have started journals many times, and most of them had one or two neat entries, the date carefully penned, my print making indentations in the paper as if I could "will" the discipline into the pages. Smile. That never did work for me.

I just saw an interview with Moon Zappa, who spoke about her "process" while writing her novel. She said it was like "collaging". That's sort of how I operate too. So if my little stories don't unfold sequentially, please understand that very little about me does.

Boys and girls? Please take out your scissors and cut these pictures out. Then on a piece of paper, use your glue to piece them together to form a story that makes sense to you. There is no grade for this project other than your own amusement. If at any time you get bored with the pictures provided, feel free to draw your own. In fact, I'm hoping to encourage just that very thing.

(I may bore you silly, but I find you extremely interesting.)

Quite a mess, ain't I?

In fact, my own mother pointed that out to me recently, saying it with some annoyance and the surprise of someone who had forgotten a minor detail.

"You were born a mess, Karen Anne."

(She's a good mother, folks, the above comment was brought on by some health issues that have come up lately for me.)

I must say that I have to agree with her. How she managed to cope with me at all, being the "surprise" fifth child and born with some special problems, I thought, "You're a better woman than me, Mom. I'd have lost my mind." (Note my assumption of sanity there, folks. )

So I thought I'd let you in on the birth of a "witch" (serenity cackles here) under the premise that it is never too late to start at the beginning. Not when you've started over as many times as I have.


I was born on--backspace--wait a minute, that's only interesting to astrologers and archivists. The year is fine, 1961. The year is kind of vital information because, it has been pointed out to me, that I was conceive 6 months before the birth control pill became available to the public.

("Whew!" exclaimed the egg and the sperm.)

I think about that sometimes and so much about me makes sense then. I am a procrastinator, and yet, I operate remarkably well under the threat of an impending deadline. There's a word for this that I love alot. It's a german word, with no English equivalent: torschlusspanik - roughly translated as an 11th hour rush of energy, with midnight being the finale'.

I am more than lazy until then, and seem to thrive on the rush of energy that screams "OH NO."

Nod. (I see some of you out there nodding your heads. I ain't so weird, now, huh?)

But I digress from my digression. Grin.

I was born a fairly happy baby I have heard. That lasted as long as it took for me to get hungry. Y'see, I was born allergic to everything but goat's milk.

(Mmmhmmm. That's right. GOAT's MILK. As in the great horned god, Baphomet - giggling at my own drama here)

But b'wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooo (<--eerie music) There you have it. The first sign of a witch.

Then there was the remarkable ability I had to produce my own allergens, most notably, my own urine. (there ain't too much I won't confide) But this necessitated me to be raised skyclad for the first year of my life, as I could not be diapered. I don't believe I had a babybed, but was kept quite comfortable in a playpen, with padding that had to be changed with the frequency one would a diaper. Second sign of the witch.

Third sign. By age four, I developed "the evil eye". I had "lazy eye" for which I had surgery to correct at age six.

Fourth sign? More surgery at age ten. Oral surgery. Seems I grew two rows of bottom teeth and tsk...one of 'em had to go.

Now keep in mind that I still had all these mystery allergies too, so my skin was always in a state of eruption or recovery. I was thin--then I'd get fat. Shaking my head.

I truly was born a mess.

I was such a mess, in fact, that my mother once shook her head while thinking about it, commenting, "Had you been born in the Holy Days, you would have found your fate to be begging for alms outside of the temple!"

grin. Now ya'll see where I get "it" from.

So that's it for today folks. I hope it sparked some memory triggers for you to relate to--I like stories too.

Your turn?



Ron
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28 posted 12-08-2003 04:01 PM       View Profile for Ron   Email Ron   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Ron's Home Page   View IP for Ron

You were simply born too early, Karen.

My son was born twelve years after you. A very expensive baby formula and an equally expensive salve, both available in 1973, would have granted you a much more normal early childhood. I doubt it would have changed much, though. My boy isn't a witch, but neither is he completely normal.


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29 posted 12-08-2003 04:11 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

So said the Wonderful Wizzerd to the Witty Wiccan Witch who learned to rede afore she could read. Nothing quite like the sound of wheels spinning violently on the trainer with huffin and puffin and much ado about nuthin and only after dismounting that hybrid beast can one marvel how rubbery the legs seem to be, as this house ain't no boat 'less the crick overflows. Yet another reason for keeping bikes on stilts out of the house.
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30 posted 12-08-2003 11:20 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Ok, so I owe you a story huh?   Well, like you K,  my best ones canít be posted here, but Iím sure I can think of something.
Hmmm...how about a mouse story?

Birmingham.  I was 21, maybe 22.  I had a young boa constrictor that had to be fed baby mice.  
Geez, maybe this isnít such a good story...
Anyway, I bought a baby mouse from the pet shop.
(Just an after thought.  Nobody tell Kacy about this thread, ok?     
I put it in the aquarium with the snake and waited.  She didnít eat it right away and it was still there when Sherry got home from work.
She and the snake werenít real close, if ya know what I mean.  
First she got mad, then she begged me to ďsave the mouseĒ.
Somewhere around midnight, plied by something, Iím sure, I told her if she wanted to save the mouse, she was welcome to stick her hand in and get it out.
I didnít think sheíd do it.  But canít say I was surprised when she did.  
I told her it wouldnít live but she was determined to try.  (This was a tiny little hairless pinkie mouse).  She fed it with a tissue dipped in milk as often as it would eat.  And for the next two days she took the mouse everywhere she could, only leaving it in my care when she went to work.  
We went out to dinner.  She had it in her purse.  Discreetly, thank God.  I had visions of a waitress seeing it, screaming and well, youíve seen the movies...
She said that if it lived, she would name it Faith.  And I was a bit relieved to see that she was puttiní this one on god and not me.  
A couple of months later, Faith was a healthy, happy, plump little mouse  
who thought Sherry was her mother.  She lived for years and was a part of Sherry's life alot longer than I was...
It was pretty amazing, when I think about it.  That mouse shouldnít have lived.  Faith, funny thing sometimes, huh?

Remind me next time, Iíll tell ya about my rock named Serenity...
  
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31 posted 12-09-2003 02:03 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Is it "next time" yet?

(and I think your mouse story may have trumped mine)

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32 posted 12-09-2003 02:23 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

And Ron?

sigh. Born too soon?

giggle.

I don't think I've ever suggested to you before that you think again, but this time, I think I will.

(before I duck and run)

Had I been born to the timeline of your suggestion, there is a possibility (minute perhaps, but still a very real possibility) that I could have met your son, and, nodding here, you already know where I'm going with this, doncha Gramps?

*wince*

I re-iterate:

"Whew!" exclaimed the egg and the sperm.

(I'm counting on your patient sense of humor for this'n.)



and Ali?

gawd, lovie, you give great syntax. You've been muchly missed, and it's great to see your type again.

and now, g'nite sweet poet folk.

Don't wake me until my last dream is over--unless there's a better reality calling.

Hmmm.

Sleeping with the phone tonight.
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33 posted 12-09-2003 07:58 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Shhhh....Karen's sleeping.
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34 posted 12-09-2003 09:58 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

It occurred to me today that I may well have been a speed bump in a previous life...

Knock, knock...
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35 posted 12-09-2003 10:51 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Who's there?
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36 posted 12-09-2003 11:11 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Midas...
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37 posted 12-10-2003 12:50 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Midas who?
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38 posted 12-10-2003 11:32 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Midas well let me in, since I'm the only one knockin'...
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39 posted 12-10-2003 11:35 AM       View Profile for KristieSue   Email KristieSue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit KristieSue's Home Page   View IP for KristieSue

definitely in ter esting :-)

Do songs on the radio sing to all the fools in love?

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40 posted 12-10-2003 02:44 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Smile. Duncan? Unbeknownst to you, you've gone and sparked another memory...

Remember those forty foot fiberglass Midas Muffler guys?

I used to live in the shadow of one of those--he'd had his muffler removed from his hands, and was tranformed into a cowboy for a local country and western bar.

I happened to live in the parking lot of that bar, with my two sisters. (In a house, of course, but nevertheless, it was in the parking lot.)

Further? The bar happened to be located in a "very bad" neighborhood, about six blocks from the now non-existant "Fischer Homes"--which was a notorious local housing project.

I've a few stories in that locale--great fun--one involves the s.w.a.t. team too.

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41 posted 12-10-2003 04:12 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

So???
Whacha waitin' on??  Tell us another story!!!  
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42 posted 12-10-2003 04:21 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I'll be back...

sigh.

Right now I have deathmetal blaring in my house, the kids want tacos, and I'm supposed to be putting up Christmas shtuff--

and now? the puppy needs to go out, too!



Be patient, if mommy serenity gets in her groove, maybe she'll bake cookies too!



ta ta for now!

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Oh Gads...now I'm here to beg each of you for more....[as I spin the wheels on yet another Konrad yarn which, as we all know, Dunc hasn't been in to see the first one, just yet...]
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44 posted 12-10-2003 06:54 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

I have seen, read and very much appreciated.  I just haven't responded yet.
Geez...and I thought I missed you, Kari.  
Just for that, I may take my good ole' time about gettin' over to visit Konnie.
Ladadadeedadada........

Karen, I'll be patient while ya get in yer groove thang...but I want tacos, cookies and stories!!  
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45 posted 12-10-2003 08:15 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Be careful what you wish for Duncan, I sent her a "recipe" site today LOL, now there has to be story about Serenity brownies in her mind somewhere I am betting?  

By the way Duncan, your ex was a good gal, I would have saved the dang mouse and probably knit it a sweater and socks to keep it warm.

Brother Karen, you have to come up with a good one to beat my golden swan story from Italy dontca LOL?  Go ahead try to beat it, I dare yah, or is that ya'll?
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46 posted 12-10-2003 10:17 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Karen has a puppy?
I must have missed a chapter!
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47 posted 12-10-2003 10:34 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Duncan doesn't even have a clue as to how to play ketchup...as there are two Konnie stories [JM should be wheeling around soon] up now, and no, Serenity, by no way am I taking YOUR thread up as a catch for mine [but Duncan shoved me into a corner] [so I won't tell him how many more may show - and there may be a gold mine in there somewhere....]

so K...tell me....

what stories of ghosts might you have for one like me?

because darlin'?  Lately, I probably could match you, seriously...and deliriously....
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48 posted 12-11-2003 12:23 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

It took me all day to pin down the year I moved into that house, so I'm going to type that first: 1987.

And once again starting at the beginning is vexing me--life isn't neat little files to me--it's all permutations and considerations and gray ooze, with splashes of day-glo paint under flourescent blacklights--so follow the bouncing ball if you can, good people. (<--serenity needs an editor)

It really was a two-bedroom creole cottage, located in the parking lot of a country & western bar in an all-black neighborhood. The land was configured in the way that industrial doesn't plan. An "L-shaped" piece of gravel, shaded only by one pine tree and a fiberglass cowboy. no air conditioning

anyhoo--

that's where we lived. We heard Patsy Cline wannabees whine "Crazy" on Saturday night, and heard the doors of the churches open wide on Sunday morning stomping glory, and confusion, too at times--but just all clean starch scent intensity in that palms up praise gospel that made ya feel alive again.

I used to lay in bed and listen.

Our landlord's name was "Bob." The rent was $250 a month. We were called "the twisted sisters" and we lived in a place, named affectionately, "The Compound."
(somethin' to do with six foot fences and barbed wire rolls)

Not once do I recall locking a door, or even worrying about it.

I learned later that the general consensus of the neighborhood is that any white girl who would live there must be nuts.

So they left us alone.

pretty much.

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