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serenity blaze
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750 posted 06-07-2004 03:24 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I'll have to learn how to do that tiara thing...but I'm warning you all, I'm techno-challenged--it took me a year to learn how to

center


(I'm still so proud of that)



But yes, I have the day off today.

Actually? I'm punished. I sort of threw out my back. Seems I really got into busting up that old tile floor.

nod

I got a little carried away.

There I was just a-slammin' that spade away, and those tiles were popping up all over the place--there were two layers beneath that orange shag carpet.

(see why we had to do this?)

While I was just a-jammin' away, doing my thang, I noticed the guys had stopped to watch me.

They were awfully quiet, so I asked "What?" blowing the hair out of my eyes as I paused.

"Remind me not to piss you off Karen."

That's all Mike said about that.

Later, we re-arranged some plumbing as I also got the sink o my dreams which required some new doo-dads, and I discovered I have a natural knack for pipes.



Go figger, eh?



I'm enjoying my day off, tho, and it's good to be "home", where Ron is in charge of maintenance.

*wink*

And yes, I am tard, and sore, but I'm grateful too.

Y'see? Six months ago I needed help to get to the car to go to the hospital. Now I'm part of a work crew.

Smile.

Watch me make a muscle.

Ow.

Maybe later...wince.
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751 posted 06-07-2004 03:39 PM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

I still can't do bold or italics on here...

*sigh*

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

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752 posted 06-07-2004 03:40 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

"watch me make a muscle"

wince

~*~

LOL...actually, more like ROTFLMAO...

Remember that fall I took several weeks ago?  I thought I could let everything "fall back" into its natural place...?

WRONG...

so I've been the last two weeks visiting my friend the doc/chiro who has been manipulating my back into shape.  So what do I do over the weekend at a fish fest?

Throw horseshoes...

ow ow ow ow ow....

heh...also was requested to bring, and read, some poetry, so I made [read "asked"] the hostess choose from a slew that I threw at her for pinking my cheeks like that...

but you know what?  I quit before the guys got up and left.



Was told I could have read more...

but I want to see 'em beg...LOL....

Rest well, Queen of the Tiaras....
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753 posted 06-07-2004 03:59 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Susan?  See below [no, lower] when you respond, where it says "Quick View"?  Click on HTML and you'll learn all sorts of things...

also, realize that you can click on anyone's edit button and see for yourself how they place the bold and italic marks so that you get bold and italic...

and later?

We will teach you to

center


and such...
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754 posted 06-08-2004 12:29 AM       View Profile for brian sites   Email brian sites   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian sites

oh see?

I KNEW IT

sigh

I told you not to work so hard...

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755 posted 06-08-2004 01:05 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and I'm okay.

REALLY.

I've heard that most people do say "ouch" after popping tile.



dream sweet?
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756 posted 06-08-2004 03:52 AM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Serenity -- I haven't read the whole thread yet, but I am getting a large charge out of it -- you crack me up...lol -- hope your back keeps improving.  ---- On another topic -- do you know what software people are using to make their beautiful graphics -- is it PaintshopPro?  I want to learn how to do that (but I know it will take awhile -- tho' not completely technically challenged, I'm a bit of a slower learner on the graphics things).  

Sunshine -- you get your back better, too!  And, thanks for that tip about looking at the edit to see how people do things.  --- I talked to my sis today and passed along the invite.  

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758 posted 06-08-2004 07:17 AM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

I have some tiara's as tubes in PaintShop Pro, that's how I put one on Brian's picture. I don't know how Mysteria is doing hers though.

If anyone has PSP and needs the tiara tubes, let me know I'll send them to you.
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759 posted 06-08-2004 02:21 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

jo? I think it's time you met my sister...

gimme a little time to organize the mess I woke up in, and I'll send you an invitation or a link, k?

hugs, lovely lady.
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760 posted 06-08-2004 02:54 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Here ya go lady!
http://groups.msn.com/artisticstylingsoftwistedserenity

(tell 'em serenity sent ya...and blush, that's supposed to be partially my site too, but I'm always HERE--but my sister does have some of the best tutorials on graphics!)
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761 posted 06-08-2004 04:24 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I figured everyone could use a laugh...so here's a giggle from 1969...

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762 posted 06-08-2004 04:45 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Yer so cute!

Ya were then and now you're beautiful!!
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763 posted 06-08-2004 05:01 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Always felt like the little odd duckling...strange, how we see ourselves growing up...and even today.  Still feel odd...

maybe someday I'll grow into my skin, y'know?
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764 posted 06-08-2004 08:16 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Pretty as a picture Karilea....and your hair...I love it! You know that style is "in" even today! Good gawd it's boilin' here! I'm wiltin' on the vine I tell ya...WILTIN' !!!!!
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765 posted 06-08-2004 08:50 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

You're wiltin' from layin' out in that hot sun today with yer feet in that puppy pool Chris!
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766 posted 06-08-2004 11:28 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Serenity -- thanks, lady -- I will check that out over the next few days....wish me yer luck, will ya, please!  

Still trin' to find a picture -- don't have any recent ones, but I'll find somethin'.  

Sunshine -- lol....know what you mean about fitting into your skin.  I am 5'11" -- I always towered over everybody until I was a senior in h.s., and then still did over most.  You were and ARE a cutie!  
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767 posted 06-09-2004 02:32 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

"Class of 69"?

Now that takes on a whole new meaning...

class, indeed, lady sunshine.

You've always had it, and it always shows.

*  *  *

and now...I may have a story brewing...I'm never too sure these days.

I have tried to explain this need to write to a few friends, and the blank looks I receive as reply make me feel not so successful at my attempt to communicate this need I have...

I just LOVE to write.

Maybe it's a control thing--I can actually complete a sentence without interruption.

(That is so nice.)

I can (and do) edit, for clarification and sometimes? just because it's a writer's prerogative (sp? lazy me) to change their mind. Shrug.

I was thinking earlier, it's as though there is this other "me", sitting just outside the spotlight, listening, and I can say whatever I like (within guidelines of course   ) and it's just a release...

It's like a shot of whiskey, a nodding bartender, and a sympathetic hand on my arm all at once.

And then there is always the option to "delete", too. And trust me, sometimes it's necessary.

So let me stroll on over to Notepad, and maybe I can squeeze out another diatribe...

If not, you all do realize, you are all MOST welcome to join in...

that ain't considered interruption.

It's just another spot, dancing diadem with my own.



I think all those different lights make pretty patterns, m'self.


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768 posted 06-09-2004 04:10 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I like Mike.

Who is Mike, you ask?

He's the neighbor who threw me a lifeline. (He is building my new home.)

He is gruff, and not everpleasant, dark eyes and scowls, and this man is almost single-handedly rennovating our home.

He does lovely carpentry work and takes a great deal of pride in his accomplishments, even when those accomplishments are not to his benefit.

He calls me "witch", and with a twinkling eye that implies a naughty rhyme--he yells--

"Hey WITCH!"

as I slide out of the truck.

"hey mike" I mumble until I find my center of gravity.

He teases me like a brother, too and anything is fair game. Barefoot sandals? (WTF?) No bra? (Don't ask.)

"It must be a full moon!" he yells if I am wearing a skirt...

sigh.

Meet my new neighbor, Mike.

grin.

I like him.

*  *  *

I think we understand each other. It took some time, but we figured each other out. That game of defiance that protects a marshmallow heart? We recognize it in each other, and without a council, we both move in complicity allowing each other "the game of the growl" that is our defense.

We're "hep" to each other in that way.

We've known each other awhile, but just as "jam" buddies--I liked the way he played guitar, and he liked the way I sang. We knew the same tunes, (doesn't everybody know those sing-alongs?) but we were always in sync of "tiresome".

An unspoken communication.

He could read faces and so could I, and we nodded in the knowing of "time to quit" at parties.

So we did.

*  *  *

He has a sense of family and loyalty that I understand, coupled with a fierce protectiveness, and I believe we have seen those same qualities mirrored in the other. I watched him pondering his eggplant garden one day, as he fondled the yellow edged leaves in perplexity, and I offered,

"Too much clay, Mike. Add some ash...and?" I grinned wide, "you'll do well with some sawdaust, too. So bring your saw over here."

He did.

He built my room...

*  *  *

He didn't stop there, tho. This guy, guided us through every step--and is now re-building our kitchen, and re-using the parts for an outdoor kitchen on the back porch too. All for free.

(All for free?)

Nod.

This kinda scared me and I told him so tonight.

"Nobody does anything for nothing, Mike..."

He looked hurt.

"I'm not questioning your integrity, I know you are a good man, but there is something you must want, surely?"

(I'd love to type he replied, "don't call me Shirley" but that's not what happened)

*  *  *

"My son is supposed to go to high school next year," he said.

I knew this. His son? is a wildly gifted musician who won a Disney Talent search contest--lots of glory and a few perks.

His son is also a fourteen year old midget, and he is going through puberty harder than the average bear.

Mike paused, and looked like he was trying not to care, but he said,

"I understand you are home-schooling Krista?" (my daughter)

I swallowed and nodded. (The Junior High School in that district is a lesson in gangland.)

He didn't look at me, but his eyes watered as he said, "I can't afford private school next year."


Oh....oh my.


The boy was slated for high school. We both knew the trial a midget child could go through there.


"Would you teach him, along with Kris?"


Silence.

I wasn't trying to pain him with my hesitance--it's just such a huge responsibility.

But I did pause before I replied, "I need to talk to your wife too, before I can say anything."

So he went down to the bar and fetched his wife.

*  *  *

Oh boy.

*  *  *

She came home bitching about how embarrassing it was to have your husband come "fetch you" out of a bar.

I nodded sympathetically, but added, "it's just as embarrassing for them tho."

Then I told her a story which I'll tell you all another time.

*  *  *

But we talked about "our" idea, tho, and I told her that I would not be the one responsible for her son's homeschooling. SHE would be in charge of her own son, and I would "start" her out, and help her if necessary, but that in the end, she was responsible if they chose that route. That yes, I had some tools and skills to share, but it was their name on the papers signed--that agreement with the board of education--and if they chose to home-school, it was ultimately their responsibility to ensure that any learnedness occurred.

*  *  *

sigh.

We'll see.

*  *  *

But wonder of wonders, she sat awhile, talking.

She chain-smoked cigs, expressing her concerns for her son--how she wanted him to learn to adapt socially in spite of his handicap. Then she ran out of cigarettes and excused herself to go get another pack from their house.

I glared at Mike.

He smiled.

*  *  *

"Y'know," he said, "it's occurred to me that you two might become friends, and maybe she'll stay home now and then."

I stubbed my own cigarette out and asked, annoyed,

"Do I look like a lifeguard to YOU?"

And without a trace of a smile or sarcasm, he replied, "YES."

*  *  *

What in the samhell am I getting into here?

(to be continued)
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She and I talked alot.

I thanked her for her patience while her husband spent his days at our house--I told her truthfully that we'd be lost without him--he had been a step-by-step directory for us trading spaces neophytes.

She told me how sorry she was for the loss of my father-in-law. She talked about the many parties she'd been to on this very porch, and his kindness.

I grinned.

His kindness?

"Let's just call it his impatient generosity."

And she laughed.

Damn. She got the joke.

*  *  *

"Yanno, tho?" I paused, stealing one of her cigs. "I lost my Dad too."

I sparked the light and sucked, exhaling.

"My Dad died too--just one week before Mr. 'B'."

(I always called him Mr. "B")


She paled and said, "that's right...I'd forgot."

"Everybody did." I said.

"OMG..." she went paler than the barroom tan, "Baby? Karen's Dad died too..."

"I remember baby," he told her, and I remembered that he did.

*  *  *

I wasn't drinking, but I felt drunk, telling her everything, everything.

It was easier to tell, knowing she'd never remember.

I told her the stories of my dad growing thinner--and mike, Mike! reminded me that I had burst into tears at their crawfish boil--saying, "my daddy's dying"--and I remembered then that Mike & I had met before--he'd helped me
creep into the shadows to cry.

*  *  *

"I thought witches knew..." he told me then.

I had just seen the bones of my father still covered with skin and wasn't in the mood to have my metaphysics thrown in my face.

"You thought witches knew what?" I snarled, inhaling snot.

"That there is no such thing as death."

Bastard

But he held me while I cried...

"Let it out..." he said, and rocked me tight, clumsy with his guitar strapped upon his back.

*  *  *

There are things that I block out.

*  *  *

Cynthia held my hand tonight and told me that I'd done a great job.

*  *  *

I think I did okay.

But I am a little tard.

*  *  *

I spend my nights now, sanding the box that keeps my brother, my days are spent fixing the house that kept my father-in-law, and my dreams are spent planting the garden of my father's keep.

*  *  *

Now I know, yes now I know, why my father's eyes apologized when I said I goodbye.

*  *  *

I told him that I loved him--twice

*  *  *

Now that's a good ending.

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770 posted 06-09-2004 06:39 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


I'll be back.
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771 posted 06-09-2004 07:35 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

sigh.

It's been a long night.

My husband is convinced he's being bitten by spiders.

I asked him to take a zanax.

He told me he wants to be aware if he is being bitten by spiders.

sonovabitch



sigh
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772 posted 06-09-2004 08:12 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

"Class of 69"?

Now that takes on a whole new meaning...

class, indeed, lady sunshine.

You've always had it, and it always shows.

~*~

You know, dear, I put that photo up for one reason only – and that was to give you all a good laugh.  Seems it backfired.  *smile*

I keep waiting to “get the fit right”.  I had always admired the photos of the grads before me; they seemed to lean into that dress.  It wasn’t until I went to get the grad photo taken that I came to learn the dress was a prop which I didn’t lean into very well.  A prop?  Sigh.  I was brought up QUITE sheltered.  [Peggy Sue remembers].

Use to be I didn’t know anyone who was born in December, so I always felt I was the odd duck out.  That, and the youngest of my class.  Heck everyone else was getting to do the “coming of age” things and I held back, for I hadn’t “come” of age, just yet.  Notwithstanding that I always acted “much older” than the rest of my classmates in several areas [treated as an adult at the age of three has that affect…]

So…I’m still waiting to fit my skin.  

I didn’t fit California, either.  Not too sure I fit Kansas, but I’ve tried.

Not quite sure where I fit.  Sometimes I think it will be when I’m really old, and the skin is crepe, and I will probably wear lots of lavender/mauve/purple tones…maybe that will be the time I’ll come into my own.  Maybe by now you’ve guessed that’s why I’m always feeling anxious to not only listen, and learn, but share more, as well.

~*~

It was quite a week.  I’ve received enough compliments on the recent poetry readings that…I could allow my head to swell for a moment, but don’t dare.  I’m sure someone with a big pin is standing right behind me.

The people that have given said compliments are trustworthy [they don’t want a thing!]

~*~

I like Mike, Serenity.  Not too sure yet about his spouse…but I like Mike.

He’s brought some serenity to your outward shell.  Bring some serenity to his inward needs of seeing his child succeed.

You can do it.  You’re ready now.

And everyone needs a little magic in their lives.
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773 posted 06-09-2004 08:21 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

That's it...grin.

I have to go home again.

(thanks for the excuse)

There I will salvage my eldest twist grad photo...she looked like you, except brunette, and had this dippity-doo flip on the side of her head.

I used to laugh at "dippity-doo"---but now?

I have to wipe it off the bathroom basin--
my son loves the stuff!
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774 posted 06-09-2004 08:33 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

LOL...all the girls wore the flips and such...I tried, but one side flipped that way while the other side was just lank.  You see, my hair was even straighter than my twiggy body [oh yes, I was twiggy before SHE was Twiggy] [no wonder that danged prop didn't fit, there was nothing TO fit!]

So I opted for the short cut - which was, actually, a present from my grandmother.  She tried to help me "come of age"...bless her heart.  But that's another story...

And if I had the right "nose", don't you think I could have been Barbra's sis?  LOL...

So I sit and wonder just what skin I'll show up in next time?  Still and all, with the hope that I get it right the next time around.

...and I can't wait to see that photo...
 
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