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775 posted 06-09-2004 12:44 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Have I told you guys how much I luv ya?
Well I do. ..   ... and I like Mike too Ser.

I have an embarrassing moment to tell ya'll about - but not right now. Right now Karen's words are whipping around in my mind trying to find a quiet place to settle and ponder.
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776 posted 06-09-2004 01:35 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

That's how her last one hit me too, Chris...a whole lot of pondering and I'm neither in the right place, or under the right circumstances, to do those ponderings justice!

And that just knits my grits!
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777 posted 06-09-2004 04:53 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

I was feeling kinda nostelgic today, and seeing Sunshine went back in time I thought I would give you a laugh on me too, so here is me in 1948 (age 3) and in 1968 (age 23).

You know Serenity, the lines you wrote below really got me to thinking today,

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.

I wondered if everyone sees the connection from a spirit that has passed on, to you, a living spirit, in the lines you have written there?

You see, I do exactly the same thing, and I don't know if I started doing small actions consciously or sub-consciously through a need to stay connected but a few similar actions in my life literally "make my day" now.  

To go back, by you sanding the box your brother started on each day and trying to finish it, your brother is so alive in your mind, rekindling memories each day you touch the box, or think of working on it.  

That house no matter how you change it will always remind you of G's Dad, and the garden, oh that garden, now those marigolds will ALWAYS remind you of your Dad.  

Just like each day I twist the key in a very old music box that reminds me of my Gramma, and each night I wind another key, on another music box that reminds me of the best friend I ever had, Willow.  It also reminds me of the best son this Mother could ever have too, as he thought enough to have this made for me.  I have other rituals I perform to keep memories alive but each of these actions I perform I share with my family so they know how important these "little things" are, the things you can not buy with any amount of money.  

Tori quite often wants to bring Willow's music box out to our tea party, and it warms my heart when she asks, then skips around singing and dancing to its song.

Today actually I am another year older (literally), and truthfully, another year wiser, having learned so much from 9-11, all of the folks at Passions, and from those I have brushed by in my life this year.  I learned the most by listening to my insides and to me.  This comes with practice, and takes a bit of work, but once you start to realize that the saying, "If it feels good - do it!" is actually true, and if something inside is screaming "don't!" I actually now listen.

I do not take for granted one single inter-action from anyone nowadays and treasure each to be honest, as this too you learn with age, that everyone has a story to tell worth listening to, if we just listen.

Well, now that I have over-stayed my welcome on your thread sharing my "Sharonisms" I bid you all a wonderful day, and even a better evening.
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778 posted 06-09-2004 05:02 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Sharon? The last Christmas gift I received from my brother was a ceramic music box.

It plays the Hawaiian Wedding Song.

I'm not sure if that means anything, but it is certainly lovely.

But that's not the last gift I received.

grinning like mad here, it seems I got this package from CANADA today...

and inside was a gen-u-ine TIARA!!! A real sparkly one too!

Do you even know what an angel you are?

sheesh.

It's your birthday, lady!!!

(Sharon is delightfully insane, good people.)

Thank you my lovely friend.

(My family is convinced yer nuts too.)

*chuckle*

I love you.
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779 posted 06-09-2004 05:15 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Serenity, I like Mike, too.  When is the book coming out?  I'll buy, no joke.  You really have a gift in holding my attention (a difficult thing to do -- my kids tell me I suffer from adult ADD, maybe so..... then again, maybe it's all those brain cells lost during child birth....and child rearing!).  ------ Dippity Dooooo dah!  That brought back some memories...... Anyway, just wanted to say 'hey.'  

Sunshine -- I feel like that, too....

Sharon -- Happy Birthday!

           -- enjoyed your post about the little things.  The only thing I have of my father's is a book of piano music he gifted me from The King and I, and the rosen he used when he used to play violin.  That's it.  So many people in my family have passed on.....I only have the memories mostly.  
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780 posted 06-09-2004 06:51 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Karen, consider yourself "crowned" tard lady!  It was for YOUR birthday on Sunday, along with another silly little thing coming.  LOL, you got it too early!  Hey, I am crazy and proud of it too, so warn them in town that a nutcase from Canada may land there one day  

Iliana, I think it is the age group I am in, as I have lost a lot of friends in the last several years, and most recently a man that meant a great deal to me.  I dealt with the loss well, so I supposed I am getting used to it, and that bothers me.  I wanted nothing to remember him by but the times we spent together as they were good enough to last me my lifetime.  My family is almost all gone, except for my son and his family, so we are small but we are strong!

[This message has been edited by Mysteria (06-09-2004 11:51 PM).]

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781 posted 06-09-2004 10:56 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Because of this reference starting point…
  http://piptalk.com/pip/Forum29/HTML/001659.html#19  

and because I still feel a sense of sisterly [and brotherly] solitude here, I will relate a little story that happened, oh, about 1968….

My folks were industrious.  They worked hard, but all of the mouths to feed took what dollars Mom and Dad could scrape together, we were never really ahead of the game.  I thought all women worked outside the home as a matter of course, and that was before feminism hit hard in the late ‘60’s and by the ‘70’s, I learned that, “women were working outside the home…”.  It did make me wonder what other mothers did all day…

But I digress.

Mom worked outside the home for awhile – at an answering service, nights, so she could have the days with the kids, and Dad could take care of us in the evenings.  But the way the kids were spaced out and such, we needed to have extra hands and hired on a teenager to live with us [and later was “adopted by us” – she’s such a special person and another story altogether…]

But even then, Mom and Dad could see the value of Mom holding down “a job at home”, so she quit the answering service and set up a free-lance secretarial-type office in our house.  Took up most of the kitchen, but we still managed.  We had a mimeograph machine, an IBM 300 typewriter [it seemed like it weighed in pounds it’s own model number]; a folding machine which later led to what was called an Addressograph machine – a large, metal machine that slid metal plates through a feeder to “automatically address” your basic junk mail/flyers, Buyers Guide, things like that.

So you can tell, of course, with that kind of machinery, we were expanding from the kitchen to the use of the garage for the Addressograph [both the mail stamping part and the label maker itself [not a fun machine, and certainly not a quiet machine! – metal hitting metal?  Ow! On the ears…]

The business also grew into Mom’s manager’s house as well…

Their livelihood flourished.  Even among regular kitchen activities of baking bread, making jam, not to mention feeding lots of mouths – our clients were never sure if their work was going to contain food particles and spots of spaghetti sauce or what – but their work was always delivered promptly, clean, and spell-proofed, checked and double-checked, and usually earlier than the estimated time.  The folk’s business grew.

Because of Vandenberg AFB being close by – made for another reason that a lot of Mom’s work was resumes and such – of course that led to another story as well….

So, picture a 16-year-old working outside on the Addressograph one day…the tedious movement of left arm picking up a flyer to place under the stamp, the right foot pushing on the lever to bring the stamp down, right arm taking it away, and stacking…and of course, being slightly competitive, we always strove to try to beat the previous worker’s hourly number of plates sliding through and magazines or flyers neatly stamped and ready for the mail…

Did I mention this is tedious work?

You know how one yawns widely doing tedious work?  So wide, as a matter of fact, that one’s eyes water?  Yeah, those kind of yawns.

Well, that was what I was doing.  The clanging/banging of the machine was getting to me, and I gave one terrifically wide yawn.  So wide, that I popped the bone out of the socket on the left side of my jaw.  Now, when this happens, one would think it’s funny…

It’s NOT funny.  The bone gets lodged up against an inner muscle and if one tries to close their mouth [they can’t] the pain is excruciating!!!

Panicked, I run into the house with my mouth firmly lodged open.  Of course the first thing Mom says is, “close your mouth or you’ll catch flies!”

Trying to talk with an open mouth is not easy…a lot of unhnuh’s come out.  Of course tears were streaming down my cheeks and I think I can honestly say I gave my folks their first real medical conundrum…neither of them had seen anything like this and neither of them knew what to do.

Who says folks don’t learn something new every day?

~*~

Cut to the chase – Mom is calling the doctor’s – indicating that father would be bringing in the eldest with a mouth condition they didn’t know how to describe – other than I couldn’t seem to shut it.

[Gee…sounds like a teenager’s syndrome, propounded!]

Dad is driving nervously downtown – we lived on the south side – the doctor’s office was just slightly north of the central part of town – or north side as I remember it.  I’m laying my head on my dad’s lap as he drives because [duh] I’m 16 and don’t want anyone to see me with my mouth shut open…and I’m crying my eyes drier than the desert that lies just to the east of us; and because, well, darn it…I’m embarrassed that I don’t even know what I did to myself…and it hurts, big time.  

You see, the muscle that connects the jaw to the rest of the head goes relatively untouched, always…unless you did what I did.  A numbness sets in when this very “accident” occurs; and you don’t know it hurts unless you try to shut your mouth.

So, I’m 16, twiggy, shy, and horribly confused at what I did to make my Dad and Mom so darned upset and nervous.  Oh, did I mention naïve?  NOT to mention that I had to leave the “paying job” that was going to see me through my first year of college [at all of $1.25/hr].

[But keep in mind, at that time, I was still charging only $.35/hour to babysit other kids…]

So we get to the doctor’s.  So I’m scaring the patients that are in the waiting room – teenager with mouth open – that MUST mean trouble, right?

The doctors’ nurses know US as a family – and as people who take care of doctor’s calls from the answering service – from Mom’s immediate work and service for the doctor whenever he needed forms, pads, whatever…he was a FAMILY doctor.  And he was our family’s doctor.  He called in from delivering a baby to put me in a quiet cubicle and whoever was with me – they were to stay with me.  And he would be there soon enough – and I would be the first patient he would see.

He was one special doctor.  

The procedure to “cure” my little problem was simple enough – but unless you know?  You don’t know.

The doctor, a tall, good looking, bearded gentleman, said in a quiet voice,

“sit still,”

then, put his thumbs back and onto my bottom molars, then with his forefingers, under my chin, pushed down with his thumbs, and up with his forefingers, and “pop”…my errant jawbone was back in place.

Yes, you too can do this little magic trick on yourself!

He recounted a story, as my jaw regained composure, about a doctor’s wife [who apparently didn’t know the trick] who would pull this stunt every occasion when formal ceremonies were in order; and of course, her doctor was my doctor…and she, unfortunately, was neither young, nor sober…and at least I could smile at him, for I had been quite sober…

But he cautioned, once done, this very matter could happen again, and the best defense was a clenched jaw when a yawn came on….

I’ve been clenching ever since.  It was not something I could forget, lightly.

BUT…the most embarrassing moment?  

Was when the most handsome doctor asked if he could test his results, and require a quick kiss on the cheek.  I think my Dad must have been so relieved, he didn’t even think of what the question was, that had been asked.

The docs can’t get away with that, today.

And sometimes?  That could be considered most pitiful.

There will be more stories about that Doc….

And serenity?

Thank you, Lady, for giving me a place to share.

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (06-10-2004 09:44 AM).]

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782 posted 06-10-2004 12:15 AM       View Profile for brian sites   Email brian sites   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian sites

as a member of the Titanium Tiara Taletellers

I would like to stand up and say something...

not a tale..

but...it occured to me
how important this is
these journals..the idea of it

this is a poetry site
and poetry is art
and art

is really just communication
between us
all art is communication

and like language
art has developed "rules"
which of course
are made
to be broken...smile

and I think...that every poem I have read here...has told me about the person who wrote it....in fact I think...you dont really need biographical information about a person....if you read their poetry
but then it occured to me...
that because over the centuries...
and learning from school
that there are these "rules"
to art
and sometimes they might intimidate a person
into not saying..in a poem...
how they really feel

so I think this idea...of a free space
of a zone of comfort made
to say
.....who I am..what I feel....is a perfect idea...a complement to the poetry

because really
poets dont write poems to
write poems...
as any artist..they do it..because
that is the best way they found....
to communicate their heart..their soul
to others...to reach out
and find others...and BE found
by other souls

there is a comfort in this place..in these blue pages....
to have the journals
and say ...in nonpoems
what we have strived to say
in  poems

I love it...
smile

I will sit my clubswingin butt down now
and pass the right-to-talk-thingie

smile
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783 posted 06-10-2004 12:15 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I've missed your stories Kari--and wince at the jaw thing too. Good thing it didn't happen to me--it would have been considered an opportunity, if ya know what I mean.

I wanted to thank you all again--jo? That was such a lovely compliment.

thanks.

I have trouble with compliments, so if I seem ungrateful or act like I didn't hear you, it's because compliments embarrass me.
(and btw, I told my sis about you, jo--so she's expecting you to come knocking at that other site.)

And it's medication time at the hacienda, but if he sleeps, I intend to sleep too.

If not, I'll be back, talking into the mic again.

Thanks for puttin' up with me folks.

I love you all.

You're all so wonderful
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784 posted 06-10-2004 12:17 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and a "HA" to bri...

we're soooooooooooo in sync.



miss you
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785 posted 06-10-2004 12:20 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and Kari? I came back to add that I said "yes" to the homeschool plan.

I love that little boy dearly and I'm getting excited about the prospect of trying something different with my days.

It's good to be excited about life again.

And I'm off to look at some curriculum, help the hubby with his shots, then I'll listen to the Hawaiian Wedding song again, and try to have a favorite dream tonight.

*winkie winkie*
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786 posted 06-10-2004 07:57 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

quoting Sen:

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?

--------------next page-----------------

I came back to add that I said "yes" to the homeschool plan.

I love that little boy dearly and I'm getting excited about the prospect of trying something different with my days.

It's good to be excited about life again.


========================================
*smiling at you baby*

some things are handed to us at a time when we think we have too much--
but in truth--the gifts are given when we need them most.

yeah....*winkie winkie*

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787 posted 06-10-2004 08:28 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Bri…

quote:
…but...it occured to me
how important this is
these journals..the idea of it



is really just communication
between us
all art is communication



that every poem I have read here...has told me about the person who wrote it....

you don’t really need biographical information about a person....if you read their poetry



so I think this idea...of a free space
of a zone of comfort made
to say
.....who I am..what I feel....is a perfect idea...a complement to the poetry



because really
poets dont write poems to
write poems...
as any artist..they do it..because
that is the best way they found....
to communicate their heart..their soul
to others...to reach out
and find others...and BE found
by other souls


See why we want you around?
You not only listen…like the other guys that have found their way here,
But you understand, just like the other guys that have found their way here...

And that, sir, is why you, and they, are poets of the titanium type…

And we deem you all :keepers:

~*~

Serenity?  Have I said “thank you” yet?

I can’t believe you read the whole thing…yet, I know you did.  Yea, I get a bit carried away with stories, but that’s because someone once told me, I have an interesting voice.

I let THAT one get to my head.  LOL…

And, I think you CAN hear me.

quote:
I have trouble with compliments, so if I seem ungrateful or act like I didn't hear you, it's because compliments embarrass me.


Ditto.  Except, I thought I said that first…*wink*

~*~

Mysteria...you give the best, most interesting gifts...I truly hope you had a wonderful birth DAY, and that the love and devotion we all have for you keeps reaching your heart...

~*~

Janet Marie?  We're due a story from YOU...
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788 posted 06-10-2004 08:33 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Are you kidding?

Not read the whole thing?

You see a good looking doc with your mouth stuck open, and I'm not gonna read the whole thing?

lmao...

y'gotta be kiddin'

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789 posted 06-10-2004 10:50 AM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

    

I love starting my day in a "PASSIONate" way.

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790 posted 06-10-2004 10:53 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Chris, m'dear...
where's your next story???
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Geez Bri... you trying to give all us unsensitive types a bad name??


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792 posted 06-10-2004 10:55 AM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

I agree with Chris...I start my day here, checking to see how you are all doing.

The stories brighten my day.

Karen, I am jealous of your quick renovations...it took me over 20 years to get our home done here...

M
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793 posted 06-10-2004 11:29 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Cpat said
quote:
Geez Bri... you trying to give all us unsensitive types a bad name??


Sunshine said
quote:
You not only listen…like the other guys that have found their way here,
But you understand, just like the other guys that have found their way here...

What part of "you" or "other guys" isn't being understood here?

Aren't you one of the "other guys" that are here?

You're here, you're you...

LOL...

thanks for the chuckles...

Now...write me a story...
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yeppers...Capts here...
hes one of the good guys.

Hes the one with the Jeep--
you know--the one with the Tiara hood ornament.
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795 posted 06-10-2004 12:55 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

"the one with the Tiara hood ornament."

If I knew that one was coming I'd have worn my net knickers.

I'll be back...have to go regain my composure.

*Take note of the two sisters rotfl..runs in the family*
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"some things are handed to us at a time when we think we have too much--
but in truth--the gifts are given when we need them most."


Well...those words hit me hard today.

I debated on sharing
But what the hell?

Last night I came home from work and walked into the garage. (The garage has turned into the smoking area).

I took one look at my 16 yr old daughter (she has posted on pip) and knew something was wrong....

I wasn't prepared for what she had to tell me.  

She is pregnant.

hmmmm....

Well....

What now coach?   punt?

*sigh*

She is scared and in shock.

(we thought we had done what is necessary to prevent this).

So I told her not to worry.  We would figure it out.  

She thanked me for being such a good mother and not "freaking" out.

And apparently, a so-to-be grandmother.

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

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We're never prepared for that one.  Even after they're married.



Oh, I know...

But...from what I've read so far, I have a good feeling...

and I will be sending my thoughts along.  Let me know if you want to talk...ever.
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798 posted 06-10-2004 02:19 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Okay...okay....I'll tell ya'll the embarrassing thing that happened to me this past weekend. I don't know why I have the need to tell this....but it could happen to any of you ... maybe it has  

  It was a beautiful day for a motorcycle ride. We jumped on our Harley...well, not really jumped, slowling climbed onto our Harley and took a drive all along our river road, "in the wind" as they say. Ah yes, in the wind, my eyes watering like an open tap, mascara flowing down my cheeks covered in smashed bugs of all types. Anyway, my hubby wanted to stop at Knobby's house to see if he had a certain part for our bike. Yes,....Knobby. They all have names like that, his bike owner friends. Not that they are in gangs or anything - mostly family men. There's "Fish", "Mad Dawg", "Gangster","Rooster", "Wood" and my alltime favourite, "Rubberhead." Men! lol.
  Where was I? Oh yes, we stopped at Knobby's and I was bored. Looking at pipes, breather's, foot pegs etc, just ain't my thang...ya know? It started to get hot, so I took off my jacket and sat down on the curb close to the shade of a bush, thinking to myself, "I could be at home in my garden." All of a sudden as I was watching my Rick admiring a fishtail pipe, I felt something crawl into my bluejeans at the back of my waist! Instantly I reached back to try to grab the intruder, but missed him. I could feel it crawling lower into my drawers! What to do? I had never met Knobby before and he and Rick were so involved in a conversation about horsepower, that I didn't dare interrupt. I "gingerly" walked to the other end of his driveway and pretended to be talking to Knobby's dogs through the fenced backyard. Really I was trying to shake the dickens out of the little dickens who was now biting my ... ummm...buttocks!!!!
  Think Chris! Okay..okay...walk swiftly back towards Rick and Knobby(still chatting away about whatever)and try to catch Rick's eye. Ya right. Might as well have had my hair on fire running naked down the street. I know! Sit down as hard as I can on the curb.Squish the little buggar. Good idea. Nope..bad idea. I plunked down on the cement hurting my tailbone and angering the intruder further. OUCH !! Oh, thank the Lord, the babbling ninkumpoops are finished with their "oh so important" converstation and Rick is putting his helmet back on. Yippeeeee !! I pick up my jacket without trying to disturb the suddenly quiet intruder. OUCH.  Cautiously, but still with a wide smile and "Nice to meet you Knobby" I settled onto the seat... OUCH. As we drove away, I leaned into Rick's back and yelled in his ear, "Stop at the coffee shop, I have something in my pants!!"  Rick looks slyly over his shoulder and grins, "You sure do darlin'... you look hot today." Good grief, what a time for him to finally give me a compliment. "NO I HAVE A BUG IN MY PANTS AND IT IS BITING ME!!"  He laughs. We stop at the coffee shop and now I am walking like I have a case of really bad diaper rash. Once inside the cubicle in the washroom, I take down my pants and sure enough a black ant falls out. He was still alive and kickin'.... but not for long. Whew.
   Is there a moral to this story. No, I don't think so. But, it makes me wonder just what might be my biker name?
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799 posted 06-10-2004 02:23 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Susan?I understand about your hesitation to share--I tend to get queasy about the details of the lives of my loved ones.

I don't always feel like it's entirely my story to tell, but you might want to talk to twist.

As I've related before, she was pregnant at fourteen. (That just takes my breath away when I consider that my daughter is just one year younger.) At age fifteen, my parents put their newlywed expectant daughter on an airplane to California to join an ex-biker turned Marine who went by the name of "Peanut." When my father told his little girl goodbye, he whispered to her, "You tell 'Peanut' that if he doesn't take care of you, I'll turn him into peanut butter."

and my point is?

Have faith, Susan. The love is already there.

and btw?



Her son came to visit me last night, and he's my favorite nephew--more like a little brother than a nephew, and he's handsome and kind and generous too.

Faith.

 
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