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August 21st, 2014

No Ice for Me

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I've been watching all the ice bucket challenges for ALS and crying and laughing and crying and praying no one challenges me because I have enough of a challenge every single day, though not as horrendous as those afflicted with ALS.
My sister in law's mother had ALS and we watched it slowly destroy  perfectly good human being.

We all have battles to fight.
I have to concentrate on my own,

February 25th, 2016

Long time no see

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I had to sign in.
It must have been a year since I last came here.
There is guilt, of course, because a great many nice people were active and good buddies to me here. I never met them, but I knew them.

This was better than Facebook, to be sure.
I could pour out my soul here and people read my words.
Perhaps I even moved some people.
I also wrote three books on LiveJournal. Some day I may transcribe them and put them up on Amazon.

I will try to come back here every now and then.

July 15th, 2015

Tonight

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I'll be singing the song from West Side Story.
I have to have a sleep test.
I am to get to the place by 8 pm, they will wake me up at 5:30 am.

All I can say to this is WTF???

That's about when I will fall asleep.

I really, really feel like cussin' up a storm. This means I will probably have to drive. Myself. With zero sleep.

Yeah, right.
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April 8th, 2015

Jergens cold cream

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“Am I going to be beautiful when I grow up, Momma?” Lulu stood slightly behind Maggie as she rinsed her face in the bathroom sink.
Maggie turned to her daughter and smiled. “Of course. You’re beautiful now. What makes you think you wouldn’t be beautiful in a few more years?”
The child reached up to the sink and snagged the pink lid to the cold cream jar. She looked at the top then turned it over and found a dab of Jergens there. Lulu touched it with her index finger then applied the goo to her cheek. By this time, Sally had joined her, standing slightly behind Maggie, but all three were in range of the mirror.
She watched as Sally boldly stuck her finger into the white jar and scooped out the tiniest amount of cold cream. She applied it to her cheek, smeared it around and grinned up at Maggie.
“Oh, my beautiful girls!” Maggie knelt and hugged them both. “Here, let’s get this rubbed into those rosy cheeks of yours and then off to bed.”

January 11th, 2015

Long time no see

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I have been working.  I also hate trying to post here because the letters mix up and/or don't show and I can't post any pictures.  But I miss it, so I am coming back.  All those friends who have been posting and I haven't responded to...sorry.  I hope to be back with a vengeance shortly.  Right now, I have to clean the mess in our bedroom as we are getting new furniture tomorrow and I'd be totally embarrassed should the moving guys see how I live.

I intend to put...oh, shit, here we go again!

December 26th, 2014

Year End 2014

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Nothing happened.
Oh,wait.  sandy came East for a few days, far too few.  We hung out.  We had lunch at Friendly's with Sally, a mutual childhood friend, and had a good time.
Then she went back to Las Vegas,but she was able to host Elyse who went out there for a wedding.
Karyn was sick most days, but she appears to be a litte better lately.  She's drawing again and plans to sell some of her work.
Herb has keep up his work with the Legion finance but intends to quit in June.  Enough is enough.

We did go to Wildwood with the Legion and had a good enough time.
We went to NC.
We bought new furniture In Pennsylvania to go with our two newly redone front rooms.

Livejournal apparently hates me.

October 21st, 2014

Livejournal is dead

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This is Karyn's cover to my new novella, the continuing story of Jim Ryan, the lignarius.  He hates vampires almost as much as I do...only he has ways to eradicate them.
This time, it's Halloween and the most ingenius way of disposing of the dead in in history.


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September 21st, 2014

New novella cover

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Something isn't working.
Should be a picture of my new novella here.





September 2nd, 2014

The everlasting Sunday

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After we picked Elyse up at the airport from her trip to Australia, we stopped at a nearby diner.  It was late, about 9:30 and the sign on the door said they closed at 11.
We get inside and are ushered  a table. There are a surprising number of tables full.
One on the side had a family with three kids, man and woman.

The man started yelling  Like  you would to chase away a bear.  Only he was yelling at the waitress, accusing her of stealing his iPod.  The manager came, the girl walked way, beet red in the face. More noise.  The man sounded as if he had lost control completely.  Yelling at the kids now, talking as if they were animals.

I started to get upset.  I shook and started to cry.  I was angry and afraid for those with that man.  I actually wanted to go over and rip his balls off.  Karyn took me to the ladies' room to calm down.  By this time, I had regained some composure.
He was still at it when we got back.

No one has ever acted like that in my family or my friends. I can't believe people act this way.  I am willing to bet that when they got home, somebody got beat.

The woman said nothing.  She probably knew what was coming.

The iPod was on the floor by her feet.

August 4th, 2014

One more time

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Paid a visit to my oncologist this morning.  She's a good doctor.  She keeps pushing me for tests for various other kinds of horrible things but for now, I have had enough for the year.  I've  had several mammograms, some CAT scans, cyst aspirations, a visit to the infectious disease doctor.  Worry and worry, all for, thank you GOD, nothing.  But it is tiring and being afraid is no fun.
I didn't get another CATscan or the nodules on my right lung yet. I have a prescription for it, though.  I might do that...might do it in September.
But I don't want to.

You can only take so much poking and prodding and testing without feeling abused, especially when the results are negative.
I understand why the oncologist does what she does.  Her vigilance has kept me alive.  I appreciate that.
But I need a break and I'm taking it.
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