tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65749028397359436542024-03-05T21:03:40.567-08:00Heather Lynn Osting - Author's BlogAuthor of the Vivienne Taylor Series of Novels: "Dead in a Ditch" (2012) and "The Ordeal" (2013), With new books being written....HeatherLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381169621382952337noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574902839735943654.post-70534102117826480022020-04-02T09:11:00.001-07:002020-04-02T09:11:26.627-07:00Tell me I was dreaming<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lately, since all of the madness has truly set in with COVID-19 and the closures and the mandates and the fear....I wake up every day and I pause and think to myself, was it just a dream, are things really this way...or did I dream it? And then I realize that it wasn't a dream and these are the times we live in. People wearing masks, people scared to be near anyone....yet each day, when I wake up, I have to remind myself that I didn't just have a bad dream, and that this is our new reality...and will be so for who knows how long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I find it fascinating how in a world that can't seem to look up from their phones long enough to walk next door to visit a neighbor, to watch the sun set, hell, even to watch a tv show without multitasking, juggling Facebook and Instagram while trying to binge watch an entire Netflix show, is the new normal....yet, how quickly we miss face to face interaction when it's taken away from us. COVID-19 came in and just put life for most of us on HOLD, while it takes the lives of others. I wonder how differently my outlook and perspective would be if I were immune compromised, if I were elderly...if I found myself in my home all alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've heard the conspiracy theories, that this is all a ruse, and this is just population control. I've heard that we're one thin line away from Martial Law, and military patrolling the streets...but I refuse to give in to those kind of mindsets. I can't....I cannot see my loved ones as germ carriers, I cannot STOP missing my newly born niece, and I will not allow the hysteria of the times, take away my optimistic outlook on life. No matter how dire the times may be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Being cooped up in the house with nowhere to go and nothing to do is trying, I won't say it isn't....I'm pretty sure I've gained 12 pounds and my ass is growing substantially bigger by the day! Quarantine has not been kind to my waistline, but when the only thing you have to look forward to is what you're going to have to eat at any given time, well, it's sure to have an affect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The sunshine is out today....and as the days pass, and we get closer to warmer temps and weather that permits outdoor activity, it will be that much more difficult to stay away from our loved ones! I just want to hug my mom, ya know...like really hug her tight....and I just want to hold babies in my arms and stop sanitizing from head to toe!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For the first time since my husband and I have been together...he's laid off. That's an adjustment. I'm going to work while my husband and step-son are at home. I no longer complain about going to work, now I'm "lucky" to have a job. I'm "lucky" if I find toilet paper on a shelf. I'm "lucky" I'm not sick. Funny how priorities change and suddenly you're Lucky if you have things you once took for granted as a given.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A month ago, the Hubs was getting ready to put up a shop up on our lot across the street. Building permit granted, loan from the bank completed..money in hand. Contractor ready to start...then boom. He gets laid off from work! Funny how something like a virus can totally derail all your plans. All the concerts we have tickets to and were planning on going to....changed, cancelled, postponed. The only thing I DO kind of still hold out hope for is to go for some motorcycle rides. As far as I know we're still allowed to do that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I worry A LOT about my sister Angie who works in health care. And I worry about her family, and their possible exposure to everything she's being exposed to. I cannot begin to imagine what each and every nurse, doctor, medical personnel goes through each day when they head off to this new age "war zone" of viruses and death...each wondering if today's the day that they are exposed and infected. I pray a lot for everyone out there fighting the good fight and taking care of the sick and the suffering.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm also so thankful for those who are stocking shelves, and bravely going out to their jobs at grocery stores and Walmart and the like who do not get paid a super-hero's salary, yet they put their imaginary cape on each day and go to work, so the rest of us can eat and wipe our butts and watch stupid amounts of Netflix while laying around riding out this Viral Storm. Strangely enough, I'm really looking forward to mowing the grass! I might have to fight the Hubs for the right to, but my butt's 12 pounds heavier than it was before, I might be able to sit on him until he gives up and lets me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What I wouldn't give to wake up and realize that this was all just a bad dream, that our new reality was just imaginary....but alas, each day, I wake up to this new reality, and I wonder....what the world will be like when this is over? The thing about viruses is, they take the rich or the poor, the old and the young, it doesn't care about the color of your skin, nor the size of your home...we are all just hosts, and are a respiratory droplet away from being it's next victim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have a tattoo on my wrist that says "Faith"...for various reasons, first and foremost I wanted it to remember and cherish Baby Faith (my niece) who came into this world only to leave it forever changed. But I also got it because Faith is what gets you through to the other side of all things. Whatever comes, Faith holds you together. And Faith is also a promise, that no matter the outcome, in this world or the next...it's ok. It's not that scary to die if you have faith in where you go after.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So....in conclusion, if you need me, i'll either be at work, or at home. But no matter where I am, I'm looking forward to "the after"...which is a magical place, where we can go back to hugging loved ones, and hopefully, the forever changed...to never take it for granted again. Ya'll look out, when this IS over, I'm hugging the shit out of each and every one of you! You've been warned!</span></div>
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It's interesting that THIS was my daily read after yesterday's dilemma.</div>
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Not bad for a free book from the thrift store huh?</div>
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Sometimes the answers you seek are in the most obscure places!</div>
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I'd like to thank Ms. Gertrude Hall or her descendants for donating it to good will so that it would find it's way to me.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>~Heather Lynn~</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So ya'll know that one of my favorite places in the world (or at least in my neck of the world) is Schoonover park. It's where Jerimy and I got married, it's where I go and walk/run around the lake there on nice days on my lunch hour....it's where I've gone when I'm sad, or just need to hear the birds chirp...its my own personal slice of heaven. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Today, I went out as usual for my walk, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the water glistening....it was lovely. I loved every minute of my walk around the lake and had decidedly wanted to go around a second time, however, I had to pee really bad, and I just thought I had better just do one time around today, and shoot for two next time. So I jumped in my car, drove up the little drive to the park's restroom facility and upon arrival found a man standing in front of my car where I parked it, him being between myself and my car and the entrance to the ladies side of the restroom. He was a middle aged man, Probably between 45 and 55 years of age. African American, wearing several layers of clothes even though it's nearly 70 degrees outside. Average height, average weight. Nothing in particular about him seemed alarming. Once out of the car, He put his hands in the air and said, "Stop, don't shoot! I'll give you everything I have. Don't hurt me" in a joking manner, I smiled at him and said, "You don't have to worry about me hurting you!" as I walked around him towards the restroom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"What's your name" he said as I walked nearer to him. "Heather" I said politely as I briskly kept walking. "Hello Heather!" he said in response. "Don't you worry miss heather, I'm not going to let nobody get in there past me! I've got your back!" he said as I rounded the corner and into the entrance. "Not Nobody! Not Donald Trump, not Bill Clinton, not even Barack Obama, Ain't nobody getting past me Heather!" I heard him say from outside. I peed quickly, washed my hands and emerged unscathed by any past or present United States Presidents that might be roaming around Lima for no particular reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Miss Heather, can I bother you for a ride to Lima Senior?" Lima Senior High School being not too awful far from where we stood. "I got a bad hip you see and I work at UNOH cleaning out the dorms and I'm all messed up from working so hard over there. I checked my gut to see what it was telling me about this strange man asking me for a favor. Normally I get a really good feeling about situations like these, and my gut's never the strong silent type, my gut is always giving me it's opinion on things solicited and unsolicited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was on the spot, I had to make a decision. Do I give this stranger a ride, or do I make something up and leave him where I found him. I yell at Jerimy all the time for picking up hitchhikers....he's done it many times since we've been together....and here I was faced with the same situation as I tell him to avoid.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I surprised myself when I found myself saying yes. I was really torn though, because one side of me was like, "<i>HEATHER! ARE YOU INSANE!!??!!</i>" there was another side of me that said "<i>SHOW THIS MAN A KINDNESS! YOU HAVE THE TIME. SHOW HIM THAT THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN DOESN'T MAKE YOU AFRAID OF HIM! DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR SOMEONE IN NEED</i>" It was that voice in my head that had me saying ok.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I cleaned off the seat for him and he climbed in. And we were off. I could smell alcohol on his breath and my gut said, "<i>YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED BEING KIND!</i>".....but I reassured myself that it was broad daylight on a Monday, he <b><u>PROBABLY</u></b> wouldn't kill me. But I've watched so many crime shows, I always stay aware of my surroundings, I carry my key like a weapon when I walk/run alone, I don't wear earbuds so I'm not distracted and unaware of someone coming up on me....yet here I was giving a strange man a ride, and nobody knew where I was, who I was with, or that I had just put myself into a compromising situation on a random Monday in April.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Are you single, divorced, Married?" he asked. "Married" I replied. "turn here" he said. I turned. "So you wanting to leave him? He ever tell you you can't have no money or he tell you not to be cashing his checks?" I replied with "No, me and my husband have separate accounts. He doesn't tell me how to spend my money and I don't tell him how to spend his" and he threw his hands up, clapped and smiled big and said "Oh Miss Heather, I need to find me a woman like you!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Noooooo, my husband wouldn't appreciate that" I replied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"<i>This is where he drives you off somewhere to kill you</i>" my gut said in a near shouting voice now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And it was then that I got nervous. We were now passed the school and heading into a residential area. Ok, turn here he said as we were then heading south.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'm looking down this street, pretty sure it was a dead end street. My palms were sweating, my heart was really pounding....."<i>what was I thinking letting a strange man into my car!?!?!</i>"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Turn here!" he said, and magically we were on a side street that headed right into the heart of the school's campus. "See that yellow house the</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">re, just go ahead and pull up front there and I'm going to get out" he said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I did as he instructed, and he tried really hard to get me to give him my phone number....to which I reminded him I was very happily married. He then grabbed my hand, pulled it upward and caressed it, kissed it and said "There's just something special about you Heather, I suspect you are as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside!" and with that, he exited my car and I tried really hard not to squeal my tires as I drove off a little too quickly for someone who wasn't afraid of picking up random strangers outside of women's restrooms in nearly abandoned parks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My spidey senses were in FULL alarm mode by this time and my hands felt shaky on the steering wheel and I had that rush of adrenaline you feel like when you just narrowly avoid a head on car collision with a Semi at 70 miles an hour. "Why had I just did that? TO what... prove I wasn't a racist? Prove that it's ok to pick up hitchhikers? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All I kept coming back to though was that I had really really wanted to do something kind for a stranger, and somehow be the change I wanted to see in the world. I wanted so badly to be good in a bad world, that I nearly put myself into a situation were the outcome could have been a whole lot different just to prove a point to myself? Just to tempt fate?! I don't know.....I'm still kind of at a loss as to whether what I did was kind or just plain reckless!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In the moment I felt that I was supposed to be the type of person to be generous of spirit and GIVE to my fellow man, but after I did it, I couldn't help but feel like while it was a kind gesture, that really was not well thought out....and there's other ways to show kindness to my fellow man. Yet, I'm still torn, is it in these situations that we are to make these small differences...not on a grand scale, but on a one on one basis on the people we meet in the streets and alleys? Does God want us to show kindness in the face of danger and trust that he's got your back?! .....OR....did I open myself up to my own possible demise? Will being kind get me killed someday?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My book '<i><u>Dead in a Ditch</u></i>' was titled so because my real life father used to tell me all the time, that they would find me dead in a ditch someday because I was too trusting, too stupid and didn't have a healthy fear of people. He told me so many times that one day, being trusting would get me killed!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I don't want to live in a world where I have to be afraid of my fellow man. I don't want to live in a world where being kind is the most dangerous thing a person can do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And just so it's out there....let me just say, that there are two things that I do that are dangerous....I ride a motorcycle without a helmet, and apparently I show kindness to strangers and open myself up to possibly being murdered in the process. But I want anyone reading this to know.....If I die riding my motorcycle, please know that I knew the dangers, don't feel like a terrible injustice has been done should I die while doing it. I knew the risks, I took them! I know that every time I get on my bike, it could be my last time. But I am not going to stop riding. And if I get killed in some freak "showing kindness" situation, if they do IN FACT find me dead in a ditch someday, know that I knew there was risk in whatever I did to get myself there. AND KNOW that I did it out of love of life, and LOVE of my fellow man that I risked my own safety to put some kindness into the world. If I die being kind to someone, I guess there are worse ways to go.</span></div>
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When my husband asked me "So what does a 40 year old woman want for her birthday"....I realized that I was about to turn 40 years old, and also that my husband was rubbing it in by choosing to ask me in such a fashion.<br />
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I want to go out for all you can eat crab legs, and then wake up on a beach and watch the sunrise!</blockquote>
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And to my absolute astonishment, two weeks later my husband blew me away when he told me that he couldn't take me to our favorite crab leg eating establishment on my birthday, because we'd be on the beach on my birthday! <br />
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I was in shock at first, and then, THEN I was beaming!!</div>
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I cannot begin to tell you how absolutely wonderful it was to go away with my luv, and enjoy some down time. Aside from a trip to Wisconsin (visiting family), Chicago (Field's Museum Tour) and Indianapolis (for some 4-wheel jamboree thing) we've never really been on vacation together before. Certainly never in a swanky resort on a beach!!</div>
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We'd never drove all night to see a sunset. Certainly never had a birthday wish granted, and then received a cake, and got to blow out my birthday candles on an actual beach while watching a beautiful sunrise!</div>
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I can't thank my husband enough for such a special trip....making my 40th birthday THE BEST birthday Yet!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So I've been having a really bad week....and I've been pretty down in the dumps, so bad in fact that the majority of country songs make me "<span style="font-size: large;">ugly</span>" cry....(This morning it was "Fancy" by Reba McIntyre" What can I say, I'm just outta sorts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I thought about that and was like.....I feel like that somedays, like I'm just crawling along, sucking up whatever's there (drama, death in the family, chores, etc., "just suck it up" I tell myself....so I, like the sea cucumber, suck the up the dirty sand, hoping to find something good in it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">....but then it gets worse. Then comes the pearl fish. The pearl fish likes to use sea cucumbers. They are just like whatever's bothering you. The Pearl Fish swims up and into the Sea Cucumber's ANUS, and hides out there to avoid predators! let me repeat that, this FISH, SWIMS UP A SEA CUCUMBER'S ASSHOLE and makes it his home. Leaves me wondering, what on earth did the sea cucumber ever do to deserve to be anally taken advantage of like that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, there I was, sitting in bed, my boy George" curled up along my side snoring, in shock and horror as this pearl fish pokes it's head outta the sea cucumbers bum....and think...."Things could be worse Heather. You could have a fish swim up your butthole and LIVE there!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So folks, the moral of the story is: Don't let your troubles take up residency inside of you....you aren't a sea cucumber! Your ass is NO SAFE HAVEN for your troubles. Let that "shit" go! The sooner the better!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">~<i>HeatherLynn</i>~</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">One night after he came to see me at my mom and dad's place (where I was living at the time), apparently he stopped on the side of the road to "take a piss", and while he was doing that, he saw some boxes and some misc. garbage in the bed of his truck and like the litter bug he was, he tossed them out on the roadside where he stood and peed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When he called me later that evening, he was really wound up, and he told me the tale of how he had stopped to piss, and then he was chased by this crazy man who chased him at high speeds all the way to Kalida! He said this insane man gave chase, and was relentless in his pursuit. CC was like....Heather this man wasn't going to give up, so finally, I stopped my truck and jumped out into the roadway, threw my hands in the air and said "WHAT!?!??!" The man then proceeded to give him a lecture about "mother earth" and how littering is lazy, and something worthless people do. THEN he proceeded to escort CC back to the scene of his littering crime and made him pick his trash back up, put it back in his truck and then and only then did he allow him to go on his way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He went on to tell me he thought the guy was going to kill him, etc. I said, what was he driving?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He said: "This great big ole brown bronco, the kind that the window rolled down in the back"...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I said, "yeah, well, you're lucky he just made you go back and pick it up!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Uncle Dan lived by his own set of standards. He was absolute in his conservation of land, water and air (</span><i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: xx-small;">ok so maybe not air, as he smoked like a chimney</span></i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">). He loved things NATURAL...the way they are supposed to be. He loved the outdoors. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He and my Uncle Ben are the ones who taught me how to goose hunt! So many hours spent in a duck blind with those two in the wee morning hours were some of my favorite times with them. They had a way of investing in you. If you are even taken in under the wing of an Osting....you feel like you're pretty special! I'm not sure why, or what it is, but it's almost like you can see their pride FOR you in their eyes. They will also rib you endlessly if you screw something up....and pretty much reserve the right to embarrass you with said stories until you die....or in this case, until they die.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">If you've never watched Second Hand Lions, do so! And you tell me if Robert Duvall's character doesn't just just remind you of Dan right outta the gate!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dan liked things simple. He could have bought a new truck, but he liked driving his old one, no matter the shape it was in. He sports a pair of shorts he wore before I was born, and he see's no reason why he wouldn't. That's just who he was, he didn't have to have the newest of everything, and he enjoyed quality over quantity...anything worth doing, is worth doing right. Osting's believe that, as I've heard it from all of them my whole life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When you were with Dan, he always wanted to make sure YOU had what you needed. Be it a drink, something to eat, a comfy chair.....he was always concerned with his guests over himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He was pretty rough on Aaron.....and I hated that, because I saw so much of Uncle Dan IN Aaron, it seemed ludicrous to me why he was so hard on him when he was doing everything pretty much the way Dan taught him to. And though he didn't say it like he should have, I KNOW, the only reason he was hard on Aaron like he was; was because he wanted Aaron to not be LIKE him, he wanted Aaron to be BETTER than him. Dan wouldn't have found that statement to be mean or insulting because he knew who he was, he was a man with talents and lived by a set of standards he could be and was proud of I'm sure....but he was the type of man who wanted this children to be successful and have everything they needed to be happy. He would have walked over hot coals for his grandson Cody....as he was so paramount in Cody's upbringing. He would light up when Cody and his grandson Ethan were staying the weekend. Relationships with people were so important to him, but he didn't DEMAND your company to prove your affection like some people do, he just simply ENJOYED any company that came for a visit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He was as stubborn as a mule sometimes....ok, most of the time....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In helping Aaron with some funeral arrangements, and the unimaginable task and things one has to do in order to plan and arrange a funeral, we've spoke collectively as a family about our "dysfunctional family"....and Uncle Ben said the other day, you know, for a dysfunctional family, we're actually pretty alright! We still...regardless of time and space, things said, feelings hurt, we at the end of the day, we show up, Osting's SHOW up for each other. Always have, and we always will.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It will be complete and udder chaos, naturally....but we show up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">At the end of the day, I couldn't be happier to be an Osting, to be a part of this big crazy family of characters and trouble makers, story tellers and hard working honest folk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">If Dan were here to read this, he'd tell me to shut the hell up and I better NOT EVEN be putting this on Facebook. For a man who didn't know what the hell Facebook even was, he sure hated it!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Heather Lynn "OSTING" Siefker</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 18px;">Many of you know....some of you might not know yet, but my Uncle Dan was killed in a tragic house fire Thursday night/Friday morning. And I could tell you the tragic story, I could tell you how horrific it was as we stood there, watching them carry his body out of the home after the flames were put out. The tears that were cried, the grief we've felt....but right now I don't want to do that. I want to tell you a story about my uncle that is one of my favorites!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Growing up on an exotic animal farm we had a couple hay fields that we would use to feed our menagerie of animals.....so as a kid, summers were often spent bailing hay, raking hay, putting hay into the hay mound...you get the picture.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Well, one of our hay fields was right next to my Uncle Dan's house. My dad wanted me to go and rake the hay, so I rode my bike down there, parked it at my Uncle's and then got on the tractor that my dad had parked down there and I went about my business raking the hay.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">While on a tractor, before ipods, and when you were too poor to own a "walkman"....you would find ways to entertain yourself. One of the main ways of doing that was singing. I like to sing. And my older sister Angie (who we all know was a really bad influence on me) had recently introduced me to "Too Short", more specifically his 1989 hit, "Don't fight the feeling"....which is pretty much THE most vulgar, downright crude rap song I ever liked. I'm not going to lie, I still kinda like this song. The girl parts in this song are so entertaining....anyway, back to the story, so there I was singing my lungs out, driving the tractor, raking the hay, and I was completely in my own little world. When I'd thoroughly finished raking, i parked the tractor, hopped down and headed for my bicycle.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Uncle Dan emerged from his garage where he'd been working on something, and called over to me, "Hey you, come here for a second"....and of course, I minded my elders and I walked over to him to see what he wanted. Dan was very gruff, and when Dan said "Hey come here a second"....you would be about as scared as you would be curious about what you had done to warrant a talking to.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">He looks me up and down with this look on his face I couldn't quite pin point and he says "What's a guy gotta do to get a channel change", confused I said "What?" and he says, Well i was listening to you sing out there and I was wondering how I go about getting a channel change. Didn't much care for that last one you sang."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">I immediately was MORTIFIED as I recalled what song I was singing last. TOO SHORT....Me, Jr. high schooler, white girl with NO rapping skills, a ginger to boot....and my Uncle heard every word?!?!??! EVERY VULGAR CURSE/Word!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">"You heard me?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">my cheeks blazed red, my heart was beating fast, my mouth dry....I couldn't find the words to try and explain my song choice.....or my filthy curse filled mouth. Was he going to tell on me, rat me out to my dad, was an ass beating in my near future??? So many questions ran through my mind!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">He just smiled and said, "Maybe something country next time....easy listening?....not a big fan of...what do you call that crap? ....Rap??" He turned around without saying another word and walked away to his garage. I jumped on my banana seat huffy bike and tore outta there as fast as my legs could pedal.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">Uncle Dan was a man of few words MOST of the time, and then every once in a great while, you'd catch him in a chatty mood and he'd talk your ear off! lol</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">Not too long ago, I came out to visit him, and he was watching some Clint Eastwood marathon on tv. Not sure which movie it was, but I told him I'd never seen it, and then he began asking me things like "You've never seen this movie? What were you, living under a rock your whole life, HOW have you never seen this? I was like, "This movie came out before I was even born, how the hell should I know?!" He liked to pick! He liked to get a rise out of people he liked. I'd like to think he liked me. He was gruff, and rough around the edges, but he was soft and sweet when nobody was looking.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">My Uncle Dan had THE SAME green terry cloth shorts he wore in the 70's...and sometimes you'd catch him in them (present day)....and you'd wonder how a garment could have that kind of lifespan.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">After his 4-wheeler accident, he sat in his chair and watched CNN like it was his job, he was always "in the know" and would always ask: "Did you see......[insert whatever the big news story was at the time]? He was genuinely concerned for others, for our country, and about the world his grandkids would grow up in.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">He was a private man, he never felt the need to fill silence with a bunch of chatter, and he once described <u>croutons</u> as a <i>SENSELESS</i> food. He got offended by croutons, yet could listen to a pre-teen sing TOO SHORT at the top of her lungs and find it amusing! He was really something. I wish he were still with us. I cry every time I think about him not being there, the hard times he's not going to give me anymore....</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">In closing, I'm going to leave you with the lyrics to "TOO SHORT" so you can truly appreciate what it must have been like for him to hear his 12 year old niece who normally would seem pretty sweet and mildly still innocent...spewing profanities and vulgarity!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Don't Fight The Feeling:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">[Intro: Too Short]</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Say ho</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Yeah you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Can I ask you a question?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You like to fuck?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Oh, you don’t want me to talk to you like that?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Would you like to make love?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">[Verse 1: Too $hort]</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Turn up the radio and drop the top</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I see you look so good, and you’re so fine</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Young tender, would you be mine</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I get you in my car, drive you to my house</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Cuz I’m a mack, I cold turn you out</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I won't ask, and I sure won’t beg</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Reach right over and rub your leg</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I let my hand slide between your miniskirt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">What time is it? Don’t watch the clock</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Lay back baby doll and I’ll rock the cock</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I’m the man</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I take you out to the finest restaurant</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Buy you any damn thing that you want</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You want flowers? I’ll buy your ass a rose</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">But later on you’re coming off with them pantyhose</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You want gold, girl what’s next</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Its me and you, doing the sex</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">So now you know I’m just a freak</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Give it up baby, I can’t wait two weeks</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I want it all, Don’t say I won't</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Get it girl, now I’m telling you don’t</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">[Verse 2: Entice and Barbie of The Danger Zone]</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Nigga please, you provoke no feeling</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">We haven't the urge, to get busy</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You're addicted, to the words you inflicted</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Time after time, line after line</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Do they call you $hort because of your height or your width?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Gotta cover your mouth like this</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">They call you yuck mouth</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Your a freak with no tale</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Your a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">This is Entyce and Barbie from the Danger Zone</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Like a short dogg that carries fleas</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif; text-align: center;">[Verse 3: Too $hort]</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Get mad if you want, I won't front</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">When it's time to hump, won't be no punk</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Roll your ass over and tap the butt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Too $hort baby all in them guts</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">It's just a freaky note, from me to you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">At the bottom I signed it Playboy II</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Like every other nigga in my crew</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I bump hoes, now it's your turn</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Tell me young tender when will you learn</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I cold mack like pimps you know</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Won't sell you dope or sell you blow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">My gold rings come from spitz</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Look baby, You know what I want</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Your acting like it's that time of the month</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Are you bleeding, can't think about sex</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Irritated by your Kotex</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Now here, don't say I won't</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "programme" , sans-serif;">Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't...</span>HeatherLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381169621382952337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574902839735943654.post-41949190593687509212017-07-12T08:25:00.002-07:002017-07-12T08:26:50.091-07:00When you don't know what else to do:<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Been doing a lot of thinking lately about this whole debate on Narcan and the heroin epidemic that is currently plaguing Ohio and other parts of the country. I've read the headlines about all the overdoses, dead bodies filling up our morgues, parents overdosing with young children in the car with them, I mean, it's like complete chaos all around us these days it seems.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I've heard people say, "Stop giving them Narcan, let them die and do the world a favor"....I've heard it said "They must WANT to die, why else are they doing it?" Some people say addiction is a disease, others say it's nothing more than repetitive poor life choices....and the thing is, I don't know WHAT to believe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Compound this kind of confusion with fear....the kind of fear that comes when two people in your small community are stabbed in their own home during a home invasion, and next thing you know you're shopping for home security systems, sleeping with a loaded gun next to your bed and you're somewhere between joining those who say let the junkies die, and those who say lock em all up and throw away the key.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Americans, from the inception of this country have the reputation to be a little rough and tumble so to speak. We are known to be gun toting, government overthrowing, civil war inciting, pursuit of happiness kind of people. At least that's how I understand it from the history I know of our country. So I can see where people are coming from when they say things like, "let em die"....because it's really hard to have sympathy for someone who knows, that doing heroin in today's day and age is basically like playing <a data-href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_roulette" href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjkgKWB-YPVAhWkxYMKHYGDAqAQFgg5MAE&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FRussian_roulette&usg=AFQjCNGrGflORUdlhhEZZzBLusET3Fzw5w" style="color: #660099; cursor: pointer; font-size: 18px; white-space: nowrap;">Russian roulette</a> with your life. I mean, why do it? And the answer is, only someone addicted to heroin can tell you the real answer to that....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Have I been mad about the epidemic that is plaguing us? Yeah. Have I been frustrated? Yeah. It's easy to become hardened and say things like...NO MORE NARCAN, let em go down. Especially when you read news articles about ONE addict alone overdosing 20+ times and receiving Narcan so they can go on to overdose another day. It's frustrating to see so many people IMPLODE the way they are, with seemingly no respect for human life.....NO RESPECT FOR THEIR OWN LIVES! THINK ABOUT THAT, they have NO RESPECT FOR THEIR OWN LIFE.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But anytime I have had that hardened approach cross my mind/lips/heart, I stop in my tracks and immediately feel bad, I think about God and I think about how we aren't supposed to Judge others. And I think about "What would Jesus Do" and I think to myself, would he ever say, "be still my child, and die because I don't think you should have narcan?" I don't think he would. Clearly people addicted and willing to die the way they are...they are hurt, broken, lost souls, wounded, hopeless, sad souls. Souls looking for escape....from whatever it is that has them feeling so lost and wounded. Is that an excuse, I don't think so. I think it's just what it is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't get me wrong, I HATE what this heroin/drug epidemic is doing to so many of my fellow Ohioans. I hate that it's brought violent crime into our little community, and I pray that they find the person responsible for stabbing those two Delphos citizens who did NOT deserve to be victims of someone else's poor choices and/or drug addled behavior, but I personally cannot go out into the streets and start taking the drugs out of the hands of addicts. I don't know any heroin dealers to go put out of business. And that helplessness in times like these may be the most frustrating of all. Watching the little town that you grew up in, turn into something you sometimes don't recognize as "home" because of what is happening here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So I went in search of what God says about addiction in the bible. And for those of you who are non-believers, or you're Jewish or Buddhist, or whatever your preference is in the way of religion, I do not pretend to be the authority on religion, that my way is the only way, or that my God is not your God, but here's what I found. I found this prayer, and I think I'll start praying it.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "open sans" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Most loving God,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "open sans" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">we ask your blessing upon all</span></div>
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who suffer from addiction.</div>
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Strengthen them to reach out for help.</div>
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Enable them to take the first step to recovery.</div>
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Bless them with the persistence to persevere</div>
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in the fight to be free.</div>
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Give courage and hope to their families,</div>
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drawing them close together</div>
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in the power of your love,</div>
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which alone can transform our living.</div>
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I, like so many others, have binge watched “Thirteen Reasons
Why” on Netflix. I too have read the “controversy”
articles on the internet about how it sets a bad example for our youth, some
even say “romanticizing” suicide. Didn't Romeo and Juliette already do that?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thinking about the people on “the tapes” and who did what
to whom, I think it paints a painstakingly portrayal of the life of a high
school teen. It sheds light on the
various TYPES of bullying and/or struggles, from romantic advances, to petty
jealousy, immature behavior, and other issues that teenagers will face in their
high school careers. If it’s not
happening to them, trust me, they SEE it happening to others. Maybe not the character Bryce’s rapey
behavior as that usually occurs behind closed doors and NOT in a high school
hallway, BUT, nonetheless, kids can be ruthless.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could write here about bullying, I could write here about
the fact that the character who played Tony looked like he was about 35 and from the 50's era and not
at all like a high schooler, or about how every single kid in that school was
tatted up like no high school I’ve ever seen, but I won’t. What I will write today about is the ONE
major thing that kept running through my head over and over while watching the
show, and that’s that #1) I would have tore through those tapes from start to
finish without pause. I would have faked
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Here’s the one thing I think that you don’t know when you’re
young, and that’s that “THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE”. I didn’t know it when I was a teenager. I can think back on my younger years and all
the elaborate lies I told to get out of getting into trouble. The GREAT lengths I went to, to NOT be found
out. The secrets I had, the lies I told,
the deception that happens between parent and child during our adolescent years….but
what you don’t know is, is the wonderful feeling of the truth! Now I’m not saying that as a young person you
won’t lie to your parents. I’m sure it’s
going to happen. But I will tell you
this, when the shit REALLY hits the fan, when your world hangs in the balance
of something big like what this show portrays, you have to TRUST your parents
enough to know that the very best thing you can do, is go to them. LET them help you. I know I know, kids are so smart today, they
can run ipads at a year old….they know how to do things on smart phones that
adults have to google to find out how to do.
But one thing that you can ONLY get in time and through life’s
experience, is maturity and wisdom.
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And let me tell you this, owning up to your mistakes, while
sometimes mortifying, sometimes embarrassing, the feeling that owning up to
them will give you, is unlike anything a lie will ever get you. When you take responsibility for yourself,
your actions, you grow. You mature. You LEARN that life has consequences that ARE
NOT the end of the world. They can be
addressed, tackled head on and maybe even solved if you’re BRAVE enough to do
the right thing in life’s difficult situations.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The thing that made me so sad, is that Hannah had parents
that loved her, they could have helped her if they had known. She never told them she was hurting, and as
much as parents CAN be mind-readers, sadly, they aren’t always LOOKING for
something to be wrong with their child.
There’s a reason that God made parents.
There’s a reason that children don’t fly the coop until they are
older. It’s because parents are there to
protect, to teach, to love that child until they are fully equipped to go out into
the world on their own. Hannah Baker HAD
good parents, parents that would have done whatever needed done to help her,
but instead she took her own life, and reached out from her grave to hurt those
who had hurt her. After all they say
that Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Clay had good parents too. As we
watch them struggle to understand WHAT the heck was going on with their child,
we see how deeper and deeper into despair Clay descends. In the end Clay begins to seek retribution
for Hannah. He wants justice done, after
all, he loved Hannah. But imagine if he
hadn’t had to go through it alone.
Imagine him handing those tapes over to his mom and be like, Mom, what
do I do? Imagine if he had had his mom
listen to those tapes and asked that question that he had asked Tony: “Did I kill Hannah Baker”….Tony said yes, but
his parents would have said no. Handing
those tapes over would have taken the burden off his shoulders, it would have alleviated
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Nearly EVERY single pitfall in Thirteen Reasons Why could
have been completely different had there been better communication. And that’s what I’m wanting so very much for
people to understand like I do now. Doing
the right thing, can never be wrong. You
can have complete faith in “doing the right thing” because doing the right
thing, is always the BEST thing to do.
It’s better to get into trouble for knocking down a stop sign, than to
not report it and have someone’s death on your conscious for the rest of your
life. It’s better to lose your best
friend because you stopped him from raping your girlfriend than to live with
the guilt of knowing you ALLOWED it to happen…after all, who wants a rapist for
a best friend? Courtney had two gay
dads, tell me she couldn’t have came out of the closet to them instead of destroying
another human being like she did? Tony
from the get go, should have gave those tapes to Hannah’s parents. They deserved to know their daughter, know
why she did what she did, they deserved to have been told what was going on
while she was still alive. Sadly many of
life’s challenged our young people are faced with DO NOT have SECOND
CHANCES. There are some bad decisions
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For all the 13 reasons why, there COULD have been a complete
and distinct different outcome, had things been done even slightly differently. If people would have communicated instead of
insinuated. If people would have been KIND
in the face of being scared. If younger
people just KNEW the FREEDOM that comes from being honest. To being accountable. To being BRAVE in the face of situations that
we sometimes find ourselves in. Isn't it Ironic that we have more ways to communicate than ever before in history, yet we are really probably no better communicators than before? We can speak in emoji's, but we can't talk to our parents when we're in trouble. We can text, email, hire a plane to fly a banner behind it, yet we feel we can't say what we sometimes really need to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kids need to know that they aren’t alone. That whatever the case may be in ANY
situation, that the punishment from your parents is better than the
repercussions of whatever lie you might use to save your own ass. I DO NOT discount the intelligence of today’s
youth. My beloved step son was talking
to me last night about College Math and I was like, “dude it’s like you’re
speaking in a different language. I had
NO IDEA what he was talking about. He
laughed and in that moment, he knew he was smarter at Math than me. But he too knows that I’m no dummy. He knows that I love him, and he knows that
we know he’s not perfect. He’s made
mistakes. He’s made some very bad
decisions in his young life, we found out, he was punished, he faced
consequences I wish he had never had to face, but he’s a better person for it,
I can tell you that. I am so proud of
the person he’s becoming. I see such
potential in him and I’m not going to lie, I get all misty eyed when I think
about how far he’s come and all the struggles he’s overcome! It has been such a great pleasure to be his
step-momma…I cannot even begin to tell you in words JUST how wonderful of a
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So when I think about Hannah, ending her life, before it
ever had a real chance to even begin….I think about that dark haired boy who I’ve
loved and watched grow into such an amazing young man and I cannot imagine a
world where he didn’t exist anymore.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Life is short. Death is forever. Whatever pain that comes with today, can
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So I'm really loving my XM radio free trial in my new car....lately I've been obsessed with the Garth Channel. First of all, I have, do and always will love that damned Garth Brooks, he is just one of the coolest, isn't he? Those of you who've seen him in concert, who grew up on him, who know just how electrifying he is....those of you who don't, I recommend you go see a show, even if you don't love country music, you can still love Garth Brooks.</div>
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Anyway, on "The Garth Channel", you don't just get to listen to Garth's music, but you get to listen to songs Garth likes. Which is kind of all sorts of awesome to me, to know what songs HE himself likes. Well this morning, he said that the word "Genius" in the music industry is thrown around too often for his taste, he said in his eyes, Sir Paul, Dillon, and Prince.</div>
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And then he played "Purple Rain", and in the middle of my morning commute, on Valentines day, while in fine spirits, Prince sang me into tears. The sun was shining, it's Valentines day, I was chipper for morning (I'm not a morning person)...but with the guitar intro nearly alone, Prince made Purple Rain, and I could no longer feel the sun.</div>
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I haven't been through a break up in a long time, Being married to my favorite person in the world has me hoping to NEVER have that feeling again, but this morning, on THIS particular morning, I felt that twinge in my stomach that only a broken heart can cause. That feeling of despair, longing, hurt, being all alone, guilt, self loathing and regret all rolled into one!</div>
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There are a few bands/musicians that in our lifetimes I think we develop some sort of kindred-ness with. For me, it's always been Aerosmith, The Eagles, Prince, and Kid Rock. (strange list, but what can I say, they are my soul-music-mates.)</div>
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With Prince's death this past year, he's left an empty spot where a living breathing legend once was, and as corny as it sounds, the world is less colorful without him in it.</div>
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So this morning, with a Garth Brooks intro, to the genius that is Prince, Purple Rain brought me to tears, on valentines day, while in the sunshine of a perfectly normal morning. I LOVE that Prince can speak to me any time, any where, and TOUCH my heart, like only he can.</div>
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If you've not listened to Prince in awhile, do! The man can say things with a guitar that most people couldn't say with every word in the dictionary, in every language known to man.</div>
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Happy Valentines day to you all....</div>
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Happy Valentines day to my Hubs, I love you.</div>
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And Happy Valentines day to Prince in Heaven, Gone, but absolutely never to be forgotten.....PRINCE.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Apparently they wanted to inform me that:</span> "<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: , "segoe ui" , "segoe wp" , "tahoma" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">it has come to our notice and we have thoroughly completed an investigation with the help of our Intelligence Monitoring Network System that you legally won the sum of $800,000.00 USD. from a Lottery Company outside the United States of America. During our investigation we discovered that your e-mail won the money from an Online Balloting System and we have authorized this winning to be paid to you via a Certified Cashier's Check."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How awesome is it that the FBI, in all their glory and prestige had the time to monitor my email and online balloting systems abroad! My hard earned tax dollars at work right there! And you know, foreign entities just LOVE giving money to "greedy Americans!" </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All I have to do to get my $800,000 is:</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: wf_segoe-ui_normal, "Segoe UI", "Segoe WP", Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: start;">We have completed this investigation and you are hereby approved to receive the winning prize as we have verified the entire transaction to be Safe and 100% risk free, due to the fact that the funds have been deposited at Bank Of America you will be required to settle the following bills directly to the Lottery Agent in-charge of this transaction whom is located in Lagos, Nigeria, According to our discoveries, you were required to pay for the following -</span><br style="font-family: wf_segoe-ui_normal, "Segoe UI", "Segoe WP", Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: wf_segoe-ui_normal, "Segoe UI", "Segoe WP", Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: start;" /><span style="font-family: wf_segoe-ui_normal, "Segoe UI", "Segoe WP", Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: start;"> </span><span style="font-family: wf_segoe-ui_normal, "Segoe UI", "Segoe WP", Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; text-align: start;">The total amount for everything is $120.00 (One Hundred and twenty USD.) We have tried our possible best to indicate that this $120.00 should be deducted from your winning prize but we found out that the funds have already been deposited at Bank Of America and cannot be accessed by anyone except the legal owner (you), the winner; therefore you will be required to pay the required fee's to the Agent in-charge of this transaction via Western Union Money Transfer Or Money Gram.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Felt good to have her in my hands.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Was reading through it and was like...this doesn't even sound like me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">That's the thing about writing. Your tone an change immensely in the course of a couple years.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ever go back and read an old diary, and as you're reading it, you think to yourself, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">geesh, this doesn't even sound like me?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">I'm having that feeling about my manuscript.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Like it was a stranger who wrote it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">One one hand, that's good, on the other hand it's terrible.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Good because I feel like I'm reading it with fresh eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">If I don't like how it sounds, it will kill me reading it without revising as I go...which will basically FORCE me to work on writing it better, and lastly, my mind will start generating different paths for the characters to take, because it doesn't like what I have them doing now.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Bad, because certain parts of the story might be scrapped entirely, and in some ways putting me back at square one.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Not recognizing your own writing can cause one to totally toss a story and write an entirely new one. And I oh so hate throwing away hundreds of pages of work. Hence turning the entire project into a seemingly daunting task that makes even the best writer want to take a nap due to depression, or drink heavily at the mere thought of starting over at square one.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Either way, I'll either finish my book, write a new book, or be in bed drunk off my ass for the forseeable future!</span></span></div>
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#1 - Taxes</div>
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This week, I've received a ton of tax related documents....makes me get all sweaty palmed, and nervous. I hate tax time! Thank God I have a wonderful Tax lady who takes good care of me!! </div>
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Thursday I am getting all my hair cut off! Right now, it's longer than my bra strap in the back....so it's going to be a big big change!</div>
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My stomach is all full of butterflies about it. 50% excited and 50% scared!</div>
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It's been a long time since this girl had short hair....but so far in 2017 I've made some changes to better myself and the hair cut is just going along with those changes. On my lunch hour, I've been swimming at the YMCA and it's THE MOST therapeutic thing I can do for myself. The water is so restorative, and the smell of the chlorine fills my lungs and it's like medicine for my soul.</div>
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I've always felt that water, being around it, being in it, or just listening to it run and babble is necessary and absolutely needed....just like we need air to breathe, I need water to be. Just to be. So with that being said, I don't want anything holding me back from being in that pool as much as earthly possible. So, the hair has got to go! I'm going to be "Sporty Heather" in 2017, even if it kills me!</div>
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They say that you can't make drastic changes to one's life and expect them to stick, so I'm starting out slow, and making some slight modifications...started with the swimming. Then I replaced my broken fitbit. Followed that by starting to log my foods on MyFitnessPal again. I've been trying to drink a lot of water. I'm eating while being mindful of eating more WHOLE foods and less processed. Naturally I am trying to reduce any and all fried foods and limited my pizza consumption.....those two are hard ones, but when nothing is OFF limits, you really can't FAIL and feel like you wrecked your diet, because you're not on a diet. You're just trying to make better choices.</div>
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What this has to do with impending doom, or the two things that scare me I have no idea....</div>
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5. Mice/Rats - PETRIFIED of these disgusting creatures! Don't even get me started on their beady eyes and twitchy demeanor! *getting squirmy thinking about it*</div>
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Does anyone else's faces get like beet red when they work out? Like embarrassingly so? And don't even get me started on what it's like trying to run when you have ginormous boobs! Let's just say, you girls out there with A'cups don't know how good you have it!</div>
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maybe 2018 will be the year of the breast reduction! Don't tell my husband though, he's a boob guy, he'll cry if he finds this out! </div>
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6. drowning</div>
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8. My husband/mom/sisters/kid/or dog dying</div>
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So in case you haven't heard, I recently resigned from my job as a Real Estate Agent. It was time.</div>
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One of the reasons I quit was so I could do some traveling this summer and go have some fun in the RV my hubs and I bought ourselves for our wedding present to each other. </div>
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Our first trip I THINK is going to be White Water Rafting in West Virginia. Have any of you ever been?</div>
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I'm so excited I can't stand it! Winter has that effect on me, being cooped up inside leaves you DYING to get outside! The idea of being in short sleeves, on a river, and the possibility of there being sunshine....well to a winter sufferer like myself, it's just such a wonderful day dream to have. All the vitamin D, antidepressants and alcohol in the world isn't enough sometimes to get you through WINTER. The older I get, I think the worse it gets. The longer winter seems to drag on, even though I'm sure it's not any longer or colder than it's been here the past 38 winters. Funny how much our perspective changes with each passing year that goes by. I think this year especially has been dismal because of all the negativity that is surrounding us. All the political talk, all the hate/anger, all the pointing of fingers and blame being passed around. So instead of allowing that to get at me, I'm going to daydream about a river, and a boat, and sunshine, and the idea that it won't be long and I'll be on that river, flying through rapids, waking up alongside my love, in an RV, in another state.</div>
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Oh, how I'm dreaming of summer....</div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's being able to see that a new 5-star review on amazon makes me go from a heart rate of 76 to 86! How's that for science making life more track-able?!?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">If I get a bunch of new reviews, it would almost be like working out just reading them and getting all heart-flutter-ey! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Beats the treadmill!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thanks for always being my bright spot in a dark world, each and every one of you!</span></div>
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If I wont the lottery, the first person I would tell is my husband. If I won the lottery, the first person I would spoil is my husband! If I won the lottery, I would travel the world WITH MY HUSBAND.</div>
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Sure, he and I have only been married a little over a year, but we've been together for like 8 or 9 or something like that now....and he's my best friend. I love that guy so much "love" doesn't seem like a big enough word to describe it. It's too common, and what I feel for him seems rare and precious in my opinion.</div>
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If you won the lottery, would your first order of business be a divorce? If not, what would you do first?</div>
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First thing I would do....if it was enough money....I'd call my hubs, and be like, baby, quit your job, we're going on an adventure...a long one!</div>
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Can you imagine that call?! I mean, what a gift to be able to be the person to GIVE someone else freedom to quit their job, and to have the adventure of a lifetime....and all because you spent a dollar on something silly and with impossible odds.</div>
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If I close my eyes, I can almost hear the quivering in my voice as I began to speak...the pounding in my chest....the kind of excitement that you just cannot contain!</div>
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What I wouldn't give to be able to make that call someday....</div>
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Ah, to dream of such things....</div>
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I'll keep waiting for my day</div>
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Husband....just know that this wife, is NOT part of the 25%</div>
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This wife is 100% all in with you.</div>
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I'm your girl.</div>
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xoxoxo</div>
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On a side note: My watch, out of nowhere, went from regular time, to military time! it's really messing with me.</div>
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Really wishing I hadn't thrown out my instruction manual.</div>
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Buying a cheap watch on Amazon....</div>
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Ok, so you guys know like 2 weeks ago I bought a new car....remember that?!</div>
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And my old vehicle, the Mercury Mariner that I had, I loved, but it was just time to put the ole girl out to pasture. So when I was shopping for a new vehicle, I noticed my inability to give up having leather heated seats. I didn't even WANT leather heated seats when I bought my Mariner, never had them before, didn't think it affected my life all that much, but once I got them, and I pushed that little button in the winter and my ass suddenly got toasty warm, I found myself suddenly petrified of ever owning a car that did not have such luxuries.</div>
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I love those Dateline Saturday Night mysteries! You watch those things? Has that one white haired guy with the voice that makes you stay tuned:</div>
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So I hate to admit this, but I'm SO SPOILED that I cannot wait to find out "who did it"....can you believe that as soon as I find out who was killed, maybe like 10 minutes into the show when they start talking to suspects, I google "Who killed _________" and I find out, so I can watch the rest of the show looking for clues as to IF they slip up and say something to point towards one suspect or another. I mean who does that?! The point of the show is to find out who done it, not find out who done it and then watch the show to see how they PRESENT who done it!</div>
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I'm pretty sure the internet ruined me. I also purposely go online to read spoilers on my favorite shows...and it doesn't even bother me knowing, and I still totally watch and sit on the edge of my seat even when I know what's about to happen....</div>
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At work, we have an elevator. Makes hauling heavy files and whatnot up to the second floor pretty nifty! I remember when I first started working here, I thought to myself, "FANCY!" I ride an elevator up to work! Well recently, they made the front door an automatic sliding door...and I'm even more impressed with how awesome it is to like NOT have to open a door. The door just sees me and is like, viola! Welcome Heather as it opens up without me having to do a thing! {It doesn't really talk to me or know my name, but in my imagination it does...and this is my story, so I'll tell it how I see it!} Well, ever since we got those sliding doors, I find myself walking right up to OTHER doors and feeling completely annoyed when they don't open up for me. And my spoiled self says to myself "Are you kidding me?! You want me to actually OPEN the door myself?!?!" Two times in the last week I nearly ran into a door doing this! I mean, what the hell Heather! Get it together!</div>
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Keyless entry.</div>
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Ever try to click open your door to your home with your car remote?</div>
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I'm not even going to tell you how many times I have!</div>
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NOW, my car talks to me! Literally, I'm not even messing around. It's a girl, and she says things like "PLEASE SAY A COMMAND"....and I'm like..."Whoa" my car just spoke to me, like LITERALLY spoke! And I tell it to "CALL JERIMY"....and it says "CALLING TERRI" and I scamble to turn the danged thing off before I call TERRI!</div>
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I say, "CALL Aaron"...and it says "CALLING ERIC"....</div>
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Yeah, I'm thinking my car has a hearing problem....she's the worst administrative assistant I've ever had! So maybe I won't get spoiled there....but you see how a girl could get spoiled right?</div>
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All the technology is great you know....I mean, I love it on so many levels....I'm amazed at the things we're now able to do with the touch of a button, or with a voice command.....but I can't help but to think of the words of Miranda Lambert.....</div>
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Quarter in a payphone<br />
Drying laundry on the line<br />
Watching Sun Tea in the window<br />
Pocket watch for tellin' time<br />
Seems like only yesterday I'd get a blank cassette<br />
Record the country countdown 'cause I couldn't buy it yet<br />
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If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress<br />
We’d take along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas<br />
God knows that shifting gears ain’t what it used to be<br />
I learned to drive that 55 just like a queen, three on a tree<br />
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Hey, whatever happened to waitin' your turn<br />
Doing it all by hand,<br />
'Cause when everything is handed to you<br />
It's only worth as much as the time put in<br />
It all just seemed so good the way we had it<br />
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If you had something to say<br />
You'd write it on a piece of paper<br />
Then you'd put a stamp on it<br />
And they'd get it three days later<br />
Boys would call the girls<br />
And girls would turn them down<br />
Staying married was the only way to work your problems out<br />
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Hey, whatever happened to waitin' your turn<br />
Doing it all by hand,<br />
'Cause when everything is handed to you<br />
It's only worth as much as the time put in<br />
It all just seemed so good the way we had it<br />
Back before everything became automatic<br />
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Automatic<br />
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Let's roll the windows down<br />
Windows with the cranks<br />
Come on let's take a picture<br />
The kind you gotta shake<br />
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Hey, whatever happened to waitin' your turn<br />
Doing it all by hand,<br />
'Cause when everything is handed to you<br />
It's only worth as much as the time put in<br />
It all just seemed so good the way we had it<br />
Back before everything became automatic<br />
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Elizabeth Bennet, one of my favorite fictional women once said:</div>
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She and I have that in common.</div>
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For I too, dearly love to laugh.</div>
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That's one of the reasons I love people who MAKE me laugh. Not that they need to twist my arm or anything, but I do, laughing is just the best, is it not?</div>
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Friday night, at our local American Legion Fish Fry....my friend Linda and her husband Bruce were our dinner dates. First of all, the American Legion has THE BEST fish in town.....and also some of the cheapest drinks! I go for the fish, my husband goes for the cheap booze!</div>
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Anyway, So Linda, Bruce, myself and Jerimy all sat down for a nice meal and some good conversation and before we know it, we're laughing like a bunch of hyenas! I mean, we're really hooting and hollering it up at our table! I don't know if we're really that funny, or if we just think we are, but the laughs were a'plenty and I wasn't even drinking!</div>
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The next day, when I went to get out of bed, I noticed this strange feeling in my midsection. </div>
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"What is this sensation? Why does it hurt when I try to sit up?"</div>
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And then it hit me, I laughed so hard, I actually worked my abs out enough that I was SORE! SORE from laughing!</div>
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Can you imagine it, when was the last time you laughed so hard it hurt?</div>
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And that m'friends is one reason I'm so so so looking forward to Friday night! My friend Linda, my little sister, and my mom and myself are all setting out for the great white north!</div>
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The land of cheese and beer! And it's the land of my sister....Angie! Who's having a birthday this Sunday, and this is one Sister who's not going to miss it! I'm coming sissy! Tell Wisconsin to brace itself! </div>
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Wisconsin, I'll see you soon!!!</div>
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So the whole world is seemingly at odds over this whole <span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.870588); font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 30px;">Meryl Streep</span> Golden Globes speech.</div>
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Now let me start by saying, I love, love, love Meryl Streep. She's one of my all-time favorite actresses. Hands down. I truly think she's a treasure. So when reading President Elect Trump called her "overrated" makes me sad, because I think we can all agree, that the woman can ACT! I mean, lets be honest here...she's just insanely talented.</div>
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#6) Do I think that things will get better by emotionally charged political speeches on award shows, Nah. I mean, Golden Globes are hardly the State of the Union, you know what I mean? I don't decide my political views based off celebrities! I mean, those people ACT for a living, they PRETEND to be other people and they live in imaginary worlds. Being a "public" figure doesn't make you a "Political figure" in my approximation.</div>
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#7) Do I think you give two shits about my opinion on this topic, NOPE! I have no inflated notion of my own importance....and am not disillusioned about my own world-wide insignificance. But that's the beauty of America, you can say what you want! Meryl Streep can say what she wants.....Hillary Clinton can say what she wants....clearly Donald Trump is saying what he wants on Twitter.....Oprah has her own damn channel...pretty sure she can say whatever she wants to too. And trust me, I don't agree with half of the things any of them are saying, but Freedom of Speech is not about always agreeing with what's being said.<br />
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For example, I am perfectly fine with you who may be reading this to say "That Heather, she's full of shit she is!...Who does she think she is? What makes her the authority on public speaking and etiquette on such?" And I can reply to that with..."you're absolutely right! I'm NOT the authority on the subject, or any subject for that matter, but my words are just my own personal belief." and then I would say, "what's your take on things?" "Where do you and I differ?" "Where do we agree?"</div>
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Everyone talks about "WORLD PEACE"....and I just worry that we won't ever be able to get there. Ever notice how so many people seem to be so up in arms about things, so offended, so outraged. I mean, people are pissed the hell off about something Meryl Streep said on an award show! lol WHY!?! Who cares what Meryl Streep said. {No offence Meryl, I love you as an actress...but that doesn't mean we agree on politics...I'll give her this though, she did deliver her opinion beautifully....but even beautifully given it had it's share of conflicting agendas...that I think even Meryl herself couldn't hear even though her mouth was saying it.}</div>
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**Wonders, can someone get a golden globe for a Golden Globe acceptance speech?**</div>
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If it doesn't mean anything to you, if you don't believe it, why try so hard to disprove it?! Why are you even bothered by it? What in YOU, wants to fire back? </div>
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I have a <span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>theory</u></b></span>: In this situation, one of two things happened when she gave her speech, either #1) - you felt what was said was presented as a fact when in fact it was an opinion. And you feel the need to right that misconception, OR #2) What was said told you that you were wrong, or belittled something/someone you love, something you believe in to your core that is sacred to you.</div>
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Did you watch Meryl's speech. Did it ignite a fire in you? Were you cheering her on? Were you shooting daggers out your eyeballs at her?<br />
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You know what I did after I watched it? I said "Hmmm"...and I didn't say a word until now. I thought about it, I took it in. And at the end of the day, I chalked it up to "hey, that's how Meryl feels. She wanted us to know how she feels, and now we do.<br />
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ACTORS...always so "<i><u>dramatic!</u></i>"</div>
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<u>ON A SIDE NOTE:</u> <i>She could have skipped the snobby jab at the MMA as NOT being "the arts"....I mean, why pissing off a bunch of dudes who can beat the ever living tar out of you seemed like a good idea I'll never know. It just goes to show, even Meryl, who was upset about something Trump said to a disabled journalist, voiced her opinion about how upsetting it was to her, and somehow in her doing so, she said something that now the MMA community is upset with her about! Isn't that madness? Even crazier, I could publish this, and because of something Meryl said about something Trump said, that pissed off MMA fighters, that I reflected on, could make you mad at me, and the whole thing just snowballs into a gigantic avalanche of absurdity that buries us all in a bunch of talk that doesn't amount to anything but more talk.</i><br />
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You can read more about that here: <a href="http://heatst.com/entertainment/mma-fighters-hit-back-at-meryl-streep-following-golden-globes-jab/" target="_blank">mma fighters hit back at meryl streep following golden globes jab</a></div>
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I wholeheartedly believe peace starts WITHIN each of us....I don't need to scream what I believe from rooftops to feel validated. I don't have to have anyone agree with me to be at peace with my own beliefs and truth. </div>
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And a big shout out for Freedom of Speech, that allows me to have this silly little blog, so I can spout off whatever "OPINION" I may have.<br />
And your right to NOT read what I write!<br />
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As a writer, one of my favorite things, is when I get asked to speak to a group about writing/being a writer. Now, about 5 years ago, if you asked me if I enjoyed talking in public, I would have turned green, started sweating profusely and then thrown up on your shoes in a complete panic just at the idea of public speaking!</div>
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In college at Ohio State, Freshman year, I took a class....Western Civilization or something to that affect, and I had to write a paper/speech to be read in front of the entire class. The assignment was worth a ton of points, and we were informed that we were NOT to read from a paper, we needed to memorize and speak from memory or note cards NOT word for word from our written paper.</div>
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The day came to deliver our speeches, and I was a wreck, my mind was absolute mush, I couldn't retain any information, my mouth was dry, palms sweaty, I felt dizzy and ill. When my turn came, I got up, and I read that speech word for word and only looked up once at my friends in the front row of my class.....</div>
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It was like they were watching a giant balloon being blow up....and knowing that any second, it was going to pop!</div>
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Their eyes were so wide, I knew I must have looked a fright! So I kept reading, more quickly than before, I could feel the heat coming up from my chest, my heart pounding not just in my chest, but my neck, my ears, even my fingertips, THE HEAT came up coursing through my neck and up to my cheeks, which I was sure were a shade of red not normally seen in humans. Needless to say, I had points taken off my assignment, and then and there I pretty much knew that a career in public speaking was just not in the cards for me!</div>
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So with all of that said, it might come as a shock to you to hear that I'll be speaking to a group of Girl Scouts this coming Friday to go along with the girls attempting to earn their Scribe badges.</div>
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Now I've never been a Girl Scout, but I have the utmost respect for the organization and what they stand for, especially in today's society.</div>
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Any time I'm given the opportunity to assist an organization that builds courage, and confidence and character, I'm all in! I'm so excited to talk to the girls about writing, and about the wonderful world of imagination and creativity. I can't wait to possibly inspire them as they do what they need to do to earn their badges.</div>
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I remember myself at their age, so easily wounded, scared to put myself out there in any big way....terrified of public speaking, always wanting to just blend in and not be noticed....writing poetry that nobody ever read, lyrics to songs that would never be sung....all because nobody ever told me it was okay to be myself and do it out loud for everyone to see. For some reason, I didn't share the one thing I was MOST passionate about until I was in my 30's, even though I'd been writing since I was a child. What a waste of time that was! If I can inspire one child to have the guts to share her gifts with the world and not hide them....then I'll have achieved an amazing feat. And who knows....maybe you reading this....maybe it will be your daughter or granddaughter that will be at Friday's meeting that I get to speak to....maybe just maybe, something I say will matter in the life of another.</div>
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So my hubby and I are officially empty-nesters...you know, parents with no kids at home. Now, while I fought like hell to keep from being an empty-nester {ie: Begged E to go to the Ohio State Branch and NOT go off to college}...and I was so so sad when he then left us...I've got to say it has it's perks too.</div>
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Oh and E**** if you're reading this luv, know that I love you and this is in no way meant to mean that I'm happy you ditched us for a life of your own! {laughs}</div>
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My BFF and I were talking the other day, she recently moved away from here....and we discussed the empty-nest situation. She mentioned being uneasy about the idea of it being just her and her husband again. Especially since they are so far away from everyone they know....like it will LITERALLY JUST BE THE TWO OF THEM. And you know, I was like her too when I was faced with it, like what if it's not the same? I mean, kids, like it or not, completely affect the dynamic of a relationship. Hell a major part of your life is little league games, and choir concerts, and baseball meetings and what have you....so to not only lose the kid in your home, but also your lives being so dependent on one another, it's a shock to the system. And it is a little worrisome when faced with such a big change, but I have found that I am really enjoying it just being the two of us! It's kind of like we're teenagers again, or like people in our early 20's and dating. Ok, so we still don't have the ENERGY of people in their 20's...but you know what I mean.</div>
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When losing a child to college, you also lose some other pretty neat things, like dishes in the sink, laundry in the basket, shoes on the living room floor....crowded parking at your house. There's one less person to fight over the remote with, food in the fridge seems to last like 100x longer....you realize quickly foods that apparently only your son likes, because suddenly, you realize nobody is eating that food when you are throwing it out because it expired. This of course being the EXACT same food that disappeared at record speed previously. Milk, bread and eggs suddenly are in much lower demand, and your laundry detergent seems to really go a lot further!</div>
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While I do miss the kid, and I love him just as much as ever, it's just one of those things when you realize you have to let them go, you have to let them grow up and turn into the person they are going to be. Learning to love from afar is really hard at first. You feel like a piece of your soul is missing, but before long, you're starting to adjust and when you walk naked, or nearly naked to the toilet, you might find yourself even slightly a little jazzed!</div>
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Don't fear the empty nest....because I tell you, change, while scary, isn't always bad! I'm really excited to see how this "just me and husband" time will be spent! I can only hope that it will make us MORE reliant on one another, have more time for "us"....and find joy in each other's company on a newer, more intimate level.....something about knowing it's just the two of us, seems to resonate through the whole house, making that empty bedroom where a teenage boy once lived...a whole lot less sad!</div>
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HeatherLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381169621382952337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574902839735943654.post-67239915912145008672017-01-09T07:12:00.000-08:002017-01-09T07:18:40.611-08:00Recipe for a Great Weekend<div style="text-align: center;">
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Bruno, go ahead, show em!</div>
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All Monday Mornings should start out with Bruno Mars....the world would be a better place.<br />
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So this past weekend, was fantastic! Why you might ask....Was it because I bought a new car?<br />
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Was it because the weather rocked, uhhhh....definitely not that! It was freezing balls out! So that wasn't it.</div>
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It was because something magical happened in our cozy little abode over on West Clime Street.....and while this might not sound like much to you, in my world, it was pure bliss. Friday night, I fell asleep on the couch...and slept there all night! Ok, before you judge and think I'm THE most boring and overly excitable person in the world, let me explain myself. So for like far far far too many weeks on end I have had "something" to set the alarm for. I had some obligation, be it work, or Dr. Apt's, family get together, meeting a client....or SOMETHING that I had to do! Well not this past weekend, I had the absolute luxury to fall asleep on the couch, NOT set an alarm, and wake up whatever time I wanted to the next day. It's the little things people! If you have not fell asleep on your couch and just totally vegged out like it's your job, I highly recommend it! Like Seriously!</div>
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Waxy chocolate covered doughnuts! Entenmann's are by far THE ONLY chocolate doughnut you should ever put in your mouth! They have the yellow cake centers.....they have that terrible for you chocolate that make your teeth feel fuzzy after...dipped in milk, and you're sure to have a mini-orgasm! So you're going to want to go pick a box of these up as soon as earthly possible. Oh, and eating them after waking up on the couch after sleeping there all night, while the sun shines through the living room windows with your husband who slept all night in his recliner.....is a special kind of amazing....</div>
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So, while I'm recommending things that are food, and/or food for the soul, let me offer you something else to make your insides a little better....."The Fundamentals of Caring".....it's a movie. It's on Netflix....if you've not seen a movie lately that you just really enjoyed, then m'friends, this is what you need to watch. It's one of those movies you'll be glad you watched. TRUST ME! It's one of those movies that you'll just enjoy. Plus, who doesn't love Paul Rudd, seriously, I friggin love that guy!</div>
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For those of you who want to IMPROVE your world knowledge, then the movie "The Big Short" is for you! The premise of the show is 100% dull as nails when it's proposed to you...."it's a movie about the housing crash/bubble of 2007" you probably fell asleep before even finishing that sentence didn't you?! Well WAKE UP!!!!!!!! It's not nearly as dull as you might imagine. It's actually kind of fascinating. I learned a lot, I feel like I have a new understanding of something I had NO understanding of prior....and well who doesn't like to be a little smarter after wasting 2 hours watching a movie? Our brains do crave new information.....and cautionary tales are ones we should pay attention to.....seems how they directly affect us as the Housing Crash did to so so many people in this country. And to up the ante it has Ryan Gosling in it....need I say more? I didn't think so!</div>
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Last....any good weekend should go out on a high note....that's where Cabo comes in!</div>
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Last night, with the joyous company of my hubby, his brother and sister-in-law, we chowed down on some seriously good Mexican!</div>
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Good food, good friends, good entertainment, rest, relaxation and soul food! If only ever weekend could be so A+++!!</div>
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I have really missed being here....what is it about life that always seems to pull you away from the things you want to revel in the most? Things like sunshine, warm ocean breezes, embraces, kisses, a nap snuggled somewhere warm on a particularly cold day like today?</div>
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My life has been an absolute whirlwind the last few years....YEARS....and while I've made some monumental progress in things like getting out of debt, ridding my life of crap, I've somehow become so busy that I can no longer enjoy the little things.....it's like I have no peace in my life....all I have is frenzied-madness that is nowhere near the kind of existence I so desire.</div>
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Why is it that when we're bored, all we want is something to do, and when we're swamped, we'd kill to be bored? Is it ingrained in us to be this stupid? To always want what we don't have? Do we like reward ourselves for keeping ourselves away from joy and entrenching ourselves in strife?</div>
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And don't let me for a second make you feel sorry for me, for F*ck's sakes, I did this to myself! I wholeheartedly got myself into this madness with my eyes wide open, and with the insane belief that somehow this is what I wanted....</div>
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What I really want.....is to get back to when life was simpler. When naps were allowed...guilt free. Where spending time doing something that is good for you and that you WANT to do without guilt, because there are 30 other places you need to be and 100 tasks remain undone for the day.</div>
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Do I sound like a whiny brat right now....yeah, pretty much.....I know. Try to forgive me won't you?</div>
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I'm test driving a car tonight....that's exciting! I'm test driving a car that gets 38 mpg Highway! I don't know if anyone else gets excited about such things, but I do! 30 mpg makes my toes curl in delight! Sure beats the 19/21 I get now. I'll keep you posted on this.....we'll see how things shake out.</div>
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Now that it's 2017, I'm nearing 40 years old....I feel like it's time to step back, and start to stop and smell the roses again. I'm a dummy for stopping doing it in the first place.</div>
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after a several year hiatus, I've come to the realization that I cannot WRITE if I do not have the luxury of being bored stiff. I do not have writer's block, I have NO TIME to be bored. Life is holding me hostage and Life's not going to like it when I start to push back and be like, "Listen here life, I'm not letting you call the shots, I will not let you push me around all the time!"</div>
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We sold the house in the woods....(I miss the scenery and my owls hooting in the woods)...but I'm perfectly happy and cozy with Jerimy (my love) in our tiny little home in town. Our RV is in storage, but will be hitting the road this summer for some adventures! The stress of having an aging/ailing dog (poor chubs) are behind me, as Chubs went to heaven back in the fall. And while the whole world resolves to lose the pooch around their midsections from holiday overindulgence, "I", Heather Lynn am resolving to SLOW my roll. I resolve to learn that boredom is not a burden, but a blessing.....because for this writer girl, idle hands......= words....=stories=wonder&suspense.....</div>
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Major life changes should not be made hastily or without great contemplation....and while I take the time needed to choose my path, I hope to polish my words here, where nobody reads them, but where I can feel like a "writer" again.....for a writer who is not writing....is not her true self. I want to see myself in the mirror again.<br />
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Being an Adult has no place in the day and the life of a writer.</div>
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It just doesn't.</div>
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And you wouldn't want it to....</div>
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I assure you.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>~HeatherLynn~</i></span></div>
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