A boo hoo day~~sob~~~

Hello blog!
Well, here it is Sat. 02/06/10 and I sit in the same shape as I was this time last year, no friends. I have always heard "life is what we make it" and actually believed that crap until I learned the hard way that old saying just aint true under certain circumstances. For me life is lonely. And yes, I have done and am doing my best to change things, "things" being to make Email Male friends in my own age group. I have on line women friends who write when they get the time with the exception of one, she and I have never met but we are like sisters and on line with each other daily. We pray someday she can come down and have a nice long visit with me.
What I am searching for is MALE EMAIL friendship. No, not at all romantically inclined, just EMAIL friendship only as I feel the need for MALE input in my life. Apparently this isnt possible. I have placed ads for such a friendship, yet everyone who writes me want to meet, have phone conversations and exchange pictures. I dont want any of that. I want exactly what I advertized for, a MALE EMAIL pal in my own age group who wants and needs the same.
Perhaps the ones (if any are even out there) who want the same thing I do isnt on line?
What a shame as they could benifit my life and hopefully I could add a smile to their day!
So I sit with no one to talk, laugh and joke with. It's a crappy way to live. And....they miss out also. I think I would make a nice friend for them while they are searching for their "someone"......sigh.......

I hope you dance!!

'I Hope You Dance... '

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This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend. *The last line says it all. *
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.



These are the good old days. Enjoy them. You are going to miss them in the years ahead of you.

Hello Again, blog!

How was your day? Mine was wonderful! I spent most of the day with my daughter and 10 yr old g/daughter. We ate at Old Timers, home cooking at it's best! And when I got home my heart was gladened and I felt like a new person!  Did not mind being alone at all, didnt feel lonely and depressed either. Family is very special to me and contact with them makes my life completely different than when I sit here day in and day out without seeing them.  
I was thinking today, I may have my tanks, soil/hydroponics, brought here and have a tiny garden in my driveway on the concrete. That would not interfere with the grass being mowed in the summer. I truly miss gardening. I've always had big gardens, enough to eat from daily, can, freeze, dry, and give away to friends.
I missed having one last year. I moved from where I had been living for over four years, and I had planned the move for months so no point in planting one there. I hope everyone has a wonderful night or day, just according to when you stop by. Please leave a comment if you like what you read and see here.
sunny

Boy, if it isnt one thing,

its something else! Today I got an email from Netzero that my bank card isnt "valid" so I retyped the number in, kept getting "invalid number" Its a valid card. My rent is deducted from it each month and since it was processed there is no reason Netzero should have any problems either. (Of course they get a $9.00 late charge when an acct is ONE day over due) Mine shouldnt be "overdue"
Off to the bank to see if they have a clue to as what the problem is.
No, surely doesnt.
Did, however, causually mention (a private opinion) a U.S. A. acct would be better "than doing business with an India owned company".
 I agree.
To bad the U.S.A. Internet Providers doesnt feel that way and make their services affordable to Disabled and Older/Elderly Americans living on meager incomes, isnt it?
Then we wouldnt have to spend our few misserable dollars in some other Country we've never been to and dont want to go to either! We could actually spend it here in America. Where we live. Where we could get Live Support for our American telephones, our American  internets. And where they actually understood what we were complaining about. And we could actually understand them when they advised us on how to handle the problem.  Not so with our India based telephones as well as our India based internets. You know, the only services we can afford and are forced to use or do without.
Yes, I know. We have a Right to demand an American Speaking Representive.
Try it. I did.
The American Speaking Representive I got was angry at being bothered, said I had been on the phone with one of their Best, that person could have helped me more quickly than she could.
Sooo....I may not be on at all anymore. Here's a couple of pictures I think are cute, hope you like them.

The Real Deal blogged about

parents taking over when their children were being bullied for whatever the reason. They are so right! These pictures were taken two years ago when my youngest grandson was six years old and in kindergarden. You see, not only does my twelve year old g/son have serious medical problems but my youngest g/son, now eight years old was also born with a very bad speach impediment. He didnt just mispronounce certain letters or words, he literally sounded as if he was speaking another language and he has been in speach therapy since he was three years old. At that time my g/kids rode the school bus and at school and on the bus they were hell hacked, taunted, called names, picked at, just picked to death, Robbie, my twelve year old, because he wore/wears a hearing aid, Dallas, my ten year old g/daughter because she wears glasses and Dakota, my eight year old because of his speach impairment.
One afternoon, about two years ago all three of my g/kids got off the bus crying. A fifth grader had been making fun of Dakota and when the bus stopped in front of our house Dakota tried to explain to the boy his speach was getting "fixed" someday, that he went to Speach Therapy. The fifth grader, who was big for his age, (and with good reason, the punk/bully had failed a year) then laughed, punched Dakota in his face and told him to shut up and get his baby talking ass away from him. It also burst Dakota's lip. The next morning my daughter climbed on the school bus (with the angry driver screaming at her to get off of his bus and the driver also called the school and law and reported my daughter for "having unlawfully touched a school bus" ) and told every child on the bus if they touched one of her children again she was having them and their parents arrested, and also told the kid who punched Dakota she was filing charges against him and his parents that day.
Thats right, my friends, it is against the law to touch a school bus. The long and short of it is my daughter was placed, by phone order from the law, under house arrest until the school decided what action to take against her. The school finally decided she owed them and the bus driver an apology and promise never to touch a bus again.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was done to the boy or his parents by the School or by the Law for what happened to Dakota. Nothing. And my daughter couldnt do anything about it. No one would cooperate with her. No One. My g/son had to accept the fact he fell through the cracks and he was abused like this by another child because he couldnt speak clearly.
Nancy, I hope you see this. These are the pictures I told you I would find to show you. So Nancy, you see how much I appreciate your post, your advice. Thank you. I just hope people will listen.

Then parents cant understand why their children grew up to be violent. Because they let them do things like this to other children and get away with it when they were little. Thats why.