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Friday, September 02, 2005
hello, musta na po now lang ako nag karoon ng time na maka gawa ng new entry ko hohoho!!! kasi im so busy talaga sa work ko miss ko na nga ang mag blog hopping will im here na para maka gawa ng entry. daming nang yari sa akin ng nag karoon ako ng work isa doon ung pag bagsak ng katawan ko kung makikita nyo lang ako ay naku makakapag salita kayo sa akin na ay naku lyn ikaw ba yan... at saka minsan na lang ako maka pag online dahil sa work parin iwan ko ba parang pamilyada akong tao (joke) at ung mga ka chat ko di ko na sila kilala hirap talaga pag wala kang sariling PC pero balak ko sanang bumili ng PC kaso lang wala me sariling phone... at di naman gano kalakihan ang salary ko para isipin ko un. hirap din ung time ko sa work pa iba iba kasi... kaya un! until next my dropping in my site... see you all... GODBLESS!!!
Posted at 9/2/2005 by Marilyn
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Thursday, February 24, 2005
Sa lahat lahat gusto kong magpasalamat sa MIHSA.NET COMPUTER CENTER kung saan ako nag wowork di ko makakalimutan itong work na to kasi dami kung naging Unforgettable experience dito at nag papasalamat din ako kay JANET JONGAY dahil siya ang nag turo sa akin kung pano ko nasimulan ang site na to. at sa lahat lahat na tumingin sa site ko taos puso akong nag papasalamat sa ngayong bihira ko na itong mabibisita kasi mula March 15 na lang ako sa work ko. sa mga naging kaibigan ko na sila Chona, Maan, Rose, Ree, at Princess maraming salamat sa inyo. ang hirap isipin na iiwanan ko na tong site ko kasi dami ko na nalalaman dito pero hito parin ako naka smile sa inyo, para di naman kayo maging malungkot sa pag kawala ko. at naging masaya parin ako, pra sa akin wala nang sasaya pa dahil itong site ko na to ay napamahal na sa akin dahil dito ko ibinuhos ang lahat na free time ko nong time na nagsisimula pa lang akung ayusin ang site ko. pero since ganyan talaga ang buhay may mawawala at may darating sa mga nag post sa tag board ko na sila Ian, Edong, the calling, plue, kulokoy, Carlo, Meann, Bongsal, Maan, sa inyo maraming maraming salamat......... di ko kayo makakalimutan... at kung nakikita nyo lang ako habang tinatype ko ang mga sinasabi ko dito imiiyak ako pasinsya na kung masyadong madrama ako pero yon ay totoo... at sana pakiusap ko lang sa inyo na kahit nabihira lang ako makadalaw sa site ko pls..... visit nyo parin ang site ko thnx to all concern to my site. sa mga naging friend ko sa chat promise mamimiss ko kayo...pasinsya na kayo kung dito ko na lang nasasabi... hirap isipin ano!!! pero kahit na nasa bahay na lang me at nagpapahinga try ko parin mag online kung may free time ako at sa lahat ng mga bumisita sa site ko thnx talaga....
Maraming Maraming Salamat sa inyo:(
Posted at 2/24/2005 by Marilyn
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Valentine's Day, more than any other day, draws our attention to the importance of love in our lives.
However, all too often we think of "love" only in a dreamy, romantic way. Much of the popular advice is based on this "romantic" approach to love.
But we need to avoid the pitfalls of this short-sighted, superficial approach because that's actually selling love short.
We need to elevate the meaning of a loving relationship beyond just achieving temporary pleasure.
Love is not some little fringe issue in your life. When all is said and done, having a long-term,
loving relationship ranks near the top of the list of the best of what life has to offer.
We need to show more respect for love's significance in the context of life as a whole.
Love can provide a solid place to stand in the world. It can be the kind of positive force
that lets you go out and face the world on a completely different basis than you could do otherwise.
Falling in love is easy, but staying in love is quite another matter. Apparently it's one of
the most difficult things any of us ever attempts. Because of the high divorce rate and the
large percentage of remaining marriages in which couples don't have a vital love
relationship, you may have come to believe it's inevitable that love will fade with time.
Or perhaps you've already experienced the discouragement of seeing the love you once shared somehow slip away.
Don't settle for thinking that you really can't expect more.
You can and you shouldregardless of your current situation. While no long-term love
relationship is without difficulties, it is possible for love to survive and to be renewed and
transformed over time. You can realistically aspire to something better.
Relationships can be the source of great joy or great pain. They seldom stand still; they're
either getting better or getting worse. You deserve more out of love than just a few brief
romantic interludes or an ongoing struggle simply to get along. You don't want life to pass
you by while you're waiting (and hoping) for a good relationship. You'll feel better if you're actively doing something toward that end.
It's not enough to focus on your relationship only on Valentine's Day (or some other "special" days during the year).
Love is the accumulation of the multitude of daily interactions we have with each other.
By paying attention to what's happening on a daily basisand remembering the real importance of love in our livesevery day can be Valentine's Day.
Posted at 2/8/2005 by Marilyn
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Friday, February 04, 2005
How strange it is that one night, shortly after midnight, you find
yourself awake and unable to rest. Your mind is tired, drooping like
molten wax, but your body is twitching and energised. You sit in an armchair, mute and
staring before the chill blank eye of the television screen, wondering what strange mood
could have come over you.
Then, as if controlled by some outside influence, your legs begin to move slowly up and
down, up and down, as, puzzled and confused, you stamp your bare feet on the worn carpet.
After long minutes of this odd behaviour, you feel yourself standing, removing your dressing
gown, and putting on heavy shoes and outdoor clothing.
It is raining outside, but you walk to the front door and step out into
the late night street, not really wanting to do so but utterly unable to
cease the movement of your runaway physique.
Striding through the rain you peer into warm windows, grab at gateposts, feebly attempt to
shuffle back towards your home. But it is all to no avail; your body desires motion.
It is taking you somewhere that your blood, bone and meat cannot refuse.
After a short while you break into a run. Your mind goes completely blank, and you forget
about your sleeping wife, your dozing daughter in her small childs cot.
Darkness presses in on you, bearing you up and carrying you away. You run through the
empty rain-blurred streets like a slave given freedom, or a criminal on the loose.
Your rogue feet carry you deep into the surging night, taking you towards a place that you
never even knew existed. A new land of liberty and opportunity.
As you head for this enchanted quarter, many others join you, fellow travellers on a similar
sudden journey; and the look of resigned terror upon each upturned moist and shining face
is reflected in your own sodden features.
But still you cannot halt your feet, and as you and these strangers gather together, brushing
against one another in the sickly city darkness, you bounce off each other and spin away like
wind-up toys. Still alone, isolated. Pale, unnaturally aged faces leer at you, and grasping
hands reach out to hold onto something solid; then they are gone, retreating into the shadows.
At some mysteriously appointed time, the group parts, drifts away into its separate
wandering shards, and you find yourself heading back home. You pound the same quiet
streets, look in the same windows, and let yourself back into the same house where your
family lie blissfully unaware of your enforced nocturnal activities.
You reluctantly climb the stairs and stand outside your daughters room; watch in cold numb
horror as your hand reaches out to open the door. Your feet step inside and force you to
stand over the sleeping child, breathing heavily, and motionless at last.
You wait, wondering what you might do next.
Posted at 2/4/2005 by Marilyn
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Thursday, February 03, 2005
Why are they doing this to me?
The ambulance roared through the street late that night. The driver,
tired of his job and age, held the wheel intensely, thinking his thoughts.
A call had been made from a house involving a knife victim and his wife.
Apparently, they had argued over something with their child and things had gotten outta hand.
Anyway it aint my mess I just gotta help clean the damn thing up.
The screaming white vehicle stopped abruptly outside the house.
Shadows filled the insides of the windows. A police car sat idle in
the driveway and a black cat raced over the feet of the approaching paramedic, scaring him.
Its already done
She really didnt want to do it. It just happened. Arguing with her parents had become a
habit, a chore, like something she felt she was always forced into. Well, especially since she
had turned sixteen.
Right now, she was on her way to her boyfriends house. He was a lot older than her, but not
any wiser. She had phoned her best friend but the girl never answered.
A lot of the teenagers that lived on that street had dropped out of High School at an early
age. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She walked across the school playing field around ten oclock. She had only ever done this
at this time with her friends. Now she was going to know why.
A group of figures stood huddled against the rugby goalposts. Little flickers of orange light
grabbed her attention, and she wrapped her arms around her body. She was cold .
Her breath rose into the air from her mouth, and she knew now what it was like to feel afraid.
The figures erupted small sounds of speech. There were maybe four or five of them, but in
the dark it was hard to count. Then they saw her.
Like a group of sportsmen, they mixed together and muttered things.
She thought she heard them laughing, but the worst of it was that she knew they saw her.
She tried to hurry and thought about her boyfriend, how hed be waiting for her in his home.
She was wishing that she was with him now.
She neared the lighter hem of the playing field when she felt a hand grab her shoulder.
She turned and stared into the eyes of a boy not far off from being a man. His face was
unshaven and his eyes looked like the inner depths of space, or farther.
There were a few others standing behind him, gawking, as if they had never seen a female
before.
The boy before her mouthed something that more or less drooled from his mouth.
She shivered and her eyes began to water. The boy leaned forward towards her face and
she screamed. His hand instantly smothered her mouth and she bit him. The boys behind
motioned to grab her too, but she ran as fast as she could from them. All that she could
remember was the smell of the alcohol and the horrid cigarette taste from his hand.
She escaped them and ran into a nearby street. There were a few people walking along it,
some alone, others coupled. Like zombies they walked, their heads down, ignoring the
terrors around them. Their eyes lifeless, drained of curiosity.
She was exhausted. She turned but could not see the boys anywhere. That was the last time
she walked through that playing field.
It went like this . . .
The tall policeman stood and scribbled onto his notepad as the nurse fed the tubes into the dying man.
His wife was asleep in a nearby room. Like her daughter, she was afraid and worried too.
She was dreaming about her home and her family. She was remembering when her
daughter was born and how angelic she looked. Images flashed into her mind of her
daughters primary school years. There were times that she wished her daughter could go
back to being that age again. But that was impossible. Her daughter was growing up but did
not fully understand the facts about life. Her daughters face zoomed past her own in many
colours, each image blurring into the next. Why had she become like this? Her mother did not know the answer.
It was, sadly, just another family breakdown. The policeman still scribbled.
Its all their fault
When she reached her boyfriends house, she was exhausted. Her hair clung to her forehead
due to the sweat. It had been a dangerous night for her. But now she was safe. All she had
to do was climb the stairs to his house.
He lived on the eighth floor and the lift was always broken. They hated climbing the stairs,
especially at night. There would always be some drunk lying on the landing, urine dripping
over the metal railing from his underpants. The building always smelt of urine or vomit or
alcohol. At times she wondered why she even went to this place. It was like Hell in that building.
One time she had brought her kid sister to his house and she had found several syringes not
far from his door. The place was a dump
She reached his door eventually. Now she was tired. She was picturing being in her nice,
warm bed and talking to her mother (that cow!), the two of them exchanging stories. Her
dad would walk past and make a tut-tut sound. This was when they laughed together. She
was missing this right now.
She knocked upon the door, but there came no reply. She knew he was in. The smell of the
building swam in the air around her and she felt sick. She wanted out of the stair and into his
house.
She knocked again and there was still no answer. She heard voices, then laughter. There
was more than one person inside and from the sound of it: a female.
She turned the handle, pushed, and surprisingly the door agreed to move and invited her in.
She heard the noises clearer now. But they werent noises of speech or laughter any more.
No, they had now become groans, and they drifted out from the bedroom.
She marched to the bedroom door and flung it open. To her horror, her boyfriend was lying
in his bed with her best friend whom she tried to call earlier. The curtains were drawn and
several candles were lit. For once the room was tidy, except for the scattered clothes,
everywhere.
Her friend turned and noticed her first. Immediately, she removed herself from his pelvis
and tried to hide under the covers. The man stared on too. Amidst a chorus of broken
words, he clambered out of bed, naked, and tried to race his girlfriend out of the door, but
she had beaten him. The small house had now erupted into a choir of screaming and
shouting that could be heard from outside.
Lazy drunks in the stair gathered themselves and all trudged down the steps. The shouting
echoed throughout.
With a hard slap she left, crying, and fled down the building. Her boyfriend picked himself up
from the hit and told the other girl to stay.
"Thats it now . . .over
It had been a long walk home. She hadnt stopped crying and she missed her parents. She
passed several police cars but all failed to recognize her.
Almost midnight; she saw her house from the end of the street. All the lights were off and
the place was silent. What have I done? she thought. This cant be happening! Not to me!
Half an hour passed before the policeman with the notepad returned to the house. She was
sitting in the living room, sobbing again.
He broke the news to her of her fathers death from his notepad.
"Thats it over . . .now
Posted at 2/3/2005 by Marilyn
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
As a rule, I dislike airplanes. The smaller the plane, the greater my dislike. It's not exactly
fear, it's just a basic distrust. As someone wisely pointed out, there is a huge difference
between a car and a plane. If you are driving in a car, and your motor sputters to a stop,
you don't fall, screaming, 20,000 feet to certain death below!
This trip was to be even more nerve-racking. We were going by float plane, one of those tiny
planes that take off, and land, on water. Actually, I'm not too fond of water either. Adding
drowning to the list of possible calamities ahead was not a pleasant chore.
However, the trip had to be done by float plane. There was no other way to get to where we
were going We were headed to a tiny town in the Canadian north. It was unconnected by
road or rail. One way in, one way out. That is, if we made it out alive.
My job was photographer. Glenn was to do the interview, and write the story. At the last
minute we learned that a stranger was to accompany us. A friend of the pilot's, some freak
who just liked to fly. Can you believe it? His name was Dave. I didn't really mind. It occurred
to me that the more people on the plane, the harder they would look for it, when it went
down.
Once we were all crammed inside that tiny plane, I changed my mind. An extra person made
it harder to take off, did it not? The pilot just waved off my question. Well, I don't want to talk
about that flight. Thankfully, all people have this built-in ability to forget bad things that
happen, and remember the good things. About all I recall is that, when taking off, the water
seemed to want to hold the plane back. And with landing, the water seemed to want to let us
glide right up into the tress, and certain death. Later, when I developed my film, I found that
I had actually taken pictures from the plane. Something I have no memory of. I guess my
photographers instincts got to me. It was a virgin forest of red pine, cedar and white and
yellow birch over deep moss, with craggy rock outcroppings. In other words, nothing but
rocks, trees and water.
I felt like kissing the ground when we got to shore. But I had to get to work. We were there
to visit, to interview and to photograph Sue and Sally, and their family. Canada's only
Siamese twins. Now that was a bizarre thing. Mentally it was grotesque, but in person, it was
just strange. At first, all you could see was the deformity of two people sharing one body. At
first I was very uncomfortable. But then I had the strangest thought, if they could get along
with each other, than I could get along with the both of them. I guess the fact they had two
names helped. I mean, you had to wonder, were they two people, or one?
Glenn handled things well. I guess he had some questions prepared. The conversation
seemed to flow, he filled his notebook with the story. I got the pictures. However, when it
was time to go, they were not ready to let us go. The father looked embarrassed. "Stay for
supper," he said, "the twins want to take your friend for a walk." My first thought was at the
word 'twins', which was kind of quaint. Then I realized with horror they were talking about
me. But I was wrong. They were talking about Dave. The father explained that they did not
get many visitors, that they wanted to share the idea of a huge world with 'the twins', and so
they made sure that they had a good conversation with every person who visited the town.
Sue and Sally had not yet talked with Dave.
So, while Glenn and I sat down to a rather good meal, Dave went off for a long walk along
the lakeshore, with 'the twins.' I didn't see his face, but anybody who actually likes flying
must be able to face anything that life throws his way.
I do have one clear memory of the flight back. Glenn was going over his notes, but I could
tell something was on his mind. Finally he looked up, and yelled over at Dave
"How was your walk?"
Dave was looking out the window, but he turned around, and said one word:
"Okay."
Glenn wasn't through. He had figured out what had just gone on.
"Did you enjoy your date?" he asked, with a smile. "Did you have a good time?"
Dave had a small smile of his own.
"Well, yes and no."
Posted at 2/2/2005 by Marilyn
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Thursday, January 27, 2005
There was nothing but night
I don't want to remember when
There was nothing but night
Don't make me go there again
Too many questions
Running through my brain
There were no answers
But I asked them again and again
I was dead inside
Life had no meaning for me
I was dead inside
It took God to rescue me
I was alone in the dark
Didn't believe I'd ever see the light
I cried out for help
But all I could see was night
My tailor made nightmare
I went to hell and back
My tailor made nightmare
But love got me back on track
I didn't think I deserved it
But people reached out to me
Pulled me out of the darkness
Showed me how special I could be
"If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least
once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things."
Posted at 1/27/2005 by Marilyn
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
SECRET LOVE (Handsome Stranger)
Sammy strolled out of the two-story, sandstone building, and two books at her side. She sighed, brushed her long straight auburn hair, and the tied the sunbonnet that matched her calico dress. She started down the steps when she heard an older woman calleng her name from an open second story window above. Quickly, she retreated back inside the building and raced down the long dim hallway passing a bright red wooden bench. She flipped her fingers across the letters S.A. loves J.R always that had been chipped into the wood of the bench as she passed by. Why did I write that? She mentally asked herself. Jed is childish. He thinks he so funny poking frogs in my face. Sammy thoughts were interrupted as she reached the room where her teacher waited, while marking down the titles and authors of the new library books into her back
ledger.
"Samantha Jo, you forgot Romeo and Juliet," Sammy reached for the brown book on the desk near her teacher's large ledger, and then gathered the copy of Romeo and Juliet. "This book so romantic to die for your true love." Sammy had a dreamy look on her face as she closed her eyes and sighed... Quikly recovering she added, "I wish he had written better English though. I couldn't understand half of what he said." Misses' Brich smiled. "Sammy, you mean you wish he wrote American English. So did I at sixteen." Just then,a small auburn hair boy whipped past Sammy, tossing a yo-yo in front of him and barely missing her. Sammy scrambled out of shooting range then made her way out of the building once more. She turned her back for one a quick look as the new boy from Missouri hurried passes her and caught movement on the roof of the school. She had looked just in time to see two squirrels darting about before disappearing into a small hole near the chimney. In the same instant all went black as Sammy felt her eyes being covered by a pair of familiar hands "Jed, someone might see you!" She laughed, nearly dropping her books in a frolicsome struggle. "Nobody paying attention to us. Race you to Elm creek. if i win you owe me you owe me a kiss." Jed said, as she had immediately pulled her hand away. "And I intemd to collect!" Sammy forgot about the cocklebur and her thumb and began shaking her head no. it wasn't because she was reluctant to pay up--but because at that moment s stranger had entered thier space. He was tall and dark man, a large white mare followed his lead, walking docilely behind him as he clutched tightly to her reins. The man bowed slightly as he approached the couple, then allowed his mare to drink her fills from the bubbling brook. Sammy and Jed watched quietly as the man settled himself on large rock where he removed his cowboy hat, dipped it into the creek, and then poured the water over his head. Like a dog that has just received an unwanted bath, the man shook his head, sending his queue and water spraying about him. Sammy felt the cold drops hit her flushed cheeks. She smiled , wiping the walter from her face. She'd had never seen a man wear his hair in one long braid before. Who was he? She couldn't help but wonder.
As if heard her thoughts the man turned his focus to the two as he rose to his full height then lean against the oak tree. "My name is Kelly Pingya. Do you know work in" Pingya's voice trail off as he stopped to find a worn piece of paper hidden in the pocket of his blue shirt. Carefully, he unfolded the scrap to reveal a map of Kansas ans Missouri. A small town, Liberty, Mirrouri was circled and a hand drawn star brought extra attention to the spot.
"Circleville at the."
Sammy's face crack into secretive smile, Anderson where my Pa's ranch, she thought, But before she could speak Jed jabbed his elbow in her side and spoke.
"Nothing here for your kind mister, so you best go try another town, Injun!"
Dismissing the man, Jed turned to Sammy, "Come on, Sammy, We best get you back before your Pa comes looking for you."
Sammy continued to gaze at the stranger. His small eyes were so cute, she thought. He was nervous too, she could tell by the way he was fumbling with his hat. And he was so skinny! Bet he needs hot meal. She thought of the beef stew her Ma was cooking for suppers as she mentally consumed her scrutiny of the man. His jeans were torn, he needs a bath Why, and he just needs someone to take care of him she decided thingking of all the comforts available at her Pa's ranch.
Pingya felt suddenly uncomfortable. He began to fumble with his cloth belt and then tried to hide his worn boots with his hat. It did little to hide the large hole exposing his muddy white socks inside.
"Come on Sammy!"
Jed insisted, dragging her to her feet.
She is enchanting, Pingya thought. He knew she didn't think ill of him as her friend did, Not did it mattered, here he was, looking like something the cat dragged in, and what did it matter anyway; it was not likely that he would ever see her again. Sammy allowed Jed to drag across the prairie onto the dirt road, which lead to the General store where her family was waiting. She didn't stop casting glances over her shoulder though, at least not unitl the stranger cuold no longer be seen.
Sammy thought wild, I wish I could go back. I wanr to se this Mister Pingya again. I'll probably never see him again now. Whats wrong with me? Why should I care if I will ever see? Him again? Jed was unaware of the sudden interest Sammy was displaying toward the stranger. He told himself it were not jealousy but pure common sense and protecting her when he took his stance in the middle of the road and acknowledged silently,
"If you think I am going to let you sneak back to the creek and talk to that Injun, you're wrong!"
Sammy made her way into the store, hesitating only long enough to glance at three youong boys whom were playing marbles in the dirt. Her fingers moved, imitating shooting the white clay marble in a straight line. It was then she gasped at her empty hands. She left her books along side at the creek! She heard her family voices drawing closer to the door as she raced back outside before they saw her.
She stopped as she came around the corner of the store noticed Jed still standing on the road. She creeps to the sides of her buckboard and peeked up at the road as fifteen passed as she watched her small gold locket clock pin to her blouse. He finally left as she hid another five minutes just to be sure, as she raced across the road as the bell rang on the store door as it open she disappeared in the prairie fled toward the creek. Please God let him still there! She thought.
Her heartbeat against chest in the same rhythm as her feet padding thought the meadow, What will I? Say to him? What if he had gone? She thought. Cocklebur scratched her skin throught the stocking; little pricks of pain that poked needles in her heart at the thought Pingya might be gone. And then she stopped shortm, trying desperately to catch her breath as she gazed upon her heat desire thumbing throught her copy of Romeo and Juliet. As if she never left the stranger glanced up her from where he was sitting by the rocks where the creek bubbled along throught rocks and sand.
"You found my books?"
Sammy hit her fist together as she clung tightly to the book strap, Stupid; he got right in his hand. She thought.
"Yes. Romeo and Juliet, sad story."
He thumps the book cover in his hand as his eyes watched feet as she wondered around him. she stopped suddenly as a bob white in a tree above he stood up and handed back to her. She tried to balance to books on her knee as she stood on one leg. he smiled,
"I shall do that, Not to worry."
She obeyed without question and watched him as he squat on his knees like a dog beggingfor food, and collected the books together neatly and secured the strap and handed the leather back to her warm from his touch. "Thank you. I better go my family waiting for me.". She turned and fled throught the prairie back to the road and across to her family wagon without stopping. She tossed her books inside and climb up on a sack of corn and panted.
Suddenly she felt sharp pains in her side from her younger sister by two years jabbing her with her fingers. "where have you been? With Jed no doubt. You think only of yourself. You know Rainbow having her colt today! You promised this morning at breakfast you would hurry."
"Pa, not even in the wagon yet, you still wouldn't have got home yet. Don't blame me that we're not hom."
Christie sunk back against the buckboard watching her Pa on the porch poking his finger in the young storekeeper tan face. "Your Pa better lower his prices Cletus or mm business is going across the street to Wall's Furher more Mister O'Brien was just telling me the Walls are having special buys one sack of flour get a second sack free."
"Mister Anderson, Grand opening prices. Next week be higher."
"Don't talked back to me boy!"
Cletus frown, mumbling as he helped a heavy-set woman upon the Anderson wagon. She smiled at him.
"Thank you Cletus, remember as soon as my package comes in get word out to the ranch," He nods.
Suddenly in back of the wagon a ten year-old boy jumped up from the side of the wagon where he had been sitting, shooting his rocks at the wagon wheel next to them with his sling shot grabbed the book strap from his older sister hands.
" Robert you give me back my books!"
" Sure, come and get them."
He was dangling the strap in front of her eyes as they followed the jumping of the strap. Sammy fingers as she grabbed for the dangling leather strap only missed by inches as it was jerked away. "Young man you give your sister back her books!" Mister Anderson ordered as he stet on the wagon bench and sat next to his wife as she fumbled throught her bundle of calico material on her lap. The boy gave his sister back her books and put another rock in his sling shot from his jeans and aimed it at his sisters books. He looked at his Pa sitting in front of him and turned and shot at the wagon wheel as it passed their wagon heading out of town. He then kincked his sister leg. She in turned kicked him in the shins. He jumped up rubbing his sore throbbing shin.
"Ma, Sammy kicked me!"
You kicked me first!"
"You two don't shup up, you are staying' home next week." Sammy glared at her brother fiery red hair as a patch on his forehead showed through, as it does every time he gets upset Christie sat next to her twieted her long sun light hair around her finger as she glared at the road leading home desperately wanting to go home.
Sammy gasped as someone came out the prairie hoping is she stranger, but frowns, it was only Jed and his friend Nick laughing as two girls met them in the road. What Jed talking to Polly about? Why do I care, I want to see Mister Pingya again. Please come out of the prairie so I can see you again before we leave town, oh no, not while Jed out there! What if he comes out while Jed there? Sammy thought as she bites her thumbnail forgetting about her sore from being pricked eaerlier from the thorn of cocklebur. Her thumb bledd again, as she hid it before anyone saw. She turned and jabbed at Christie side.
"You can't guess what happen to me?" She whispered in fear her Pa would hear her, as she stopped before he did. Christie huffed at her as she turned away from her, wiping the tears from her blue eyes, watching the road leading home and wishing she was on one of the wagons headed that way. But there they sat still in front of Hill's General store. " I going make you girls two dresses a piece from this yellow calico print, just alike. This blue calico is for you're graduating dress. The white lace like you wanted ain't in yet, but Misses' Hill said it be in next week for sure even if she had to send Freddie or Cletus to Kansas City for it." She then fondly wrapped the blue ribbon, around her thumb.
" Samantha soon I be making' your wedding' dress."
" Ma, who want marry Sammy?"
Bobby grabbed her book strap and pulled as she watched Jed leave the prairie running across the road disappearing in the Wall's general store as a crowd gathers around the sale and the Hill's General store only a few go in. I want to married Mister Pingya. Sammy Pingya, I like that. Mister and Misses' Sammy Pingya, I mean Kelly Pingya. Mister and Misses' Kelly Pingya and son Joshua Pingya. I hope he let us name our first born after Pa. She thought grinning. " You be surprise dear brother." Sammy stuck her tongue out at him as their Pa turned around and gave them a stern look. Cletus almost dropped Misses Anderson last calico print as he handed it to her as a young pretty woman twirled her pink parasol came from behind and tapped him on his shoulder. His big dark eyes followed the spinning of her parasol. " Cletus your Pa will heard about it. Twenty cents a pound for coffee beans?" He nods. " Cletus, did my lace come in?" He nods smiling his eyes widen as she lifted her skirt hem relieving her bare shapely calf. Mister Anderson leans over his wife lap to the young man.
" If you want her go take her boy, she at Taylor saloon."
" Hush, that kind of talk Joshua the children are right behind you."
"Mister Anderson Rachel is a lady." He defended as she went in the store after overhearing what Mister Anderson said.
Mister Anderson chuckled as he straightens up and hit the horses back with a whip. " She a lot of things, but a lady ain't one of them."
Misses' Anderson sighed in thought, Injun are just like anyone else. Enda said, Blue was good to her and their son Cletus. Why can't Josh understand this? Please god shows him hates destroy your soul.
Sammy lean back against the buckboard railing and watched the big white fluffy clouds passed as the warm air hit her face. She counted the clouds up to fifty then heard their horse whinny as they passed the Taylor farms a good five miles from town. She waved at the old man, as he wiped his sweaty white hair with his cowboy hat. He didn't notice as he went back to mending his fence. Sammy thought, as the old man disappeared as they went down a hill, Almost home, two miles to go. Maybe I can read some of my book. Which one? Romeo and Juliet, that what Mister Pingya had in his hands only. Let's see from my watch, two hours ago. I've known him for a whole two hours. I hope he gets work in Circleville. Let's see he was half way through the book, what page was he looking on? Romeo, My lands, its is too hard to read. I can't understand what he saying.
Posted at 1/20/2005 by Marilyn
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Friday, January 14, 2005
TRUE (Lyrics)
I won't talk
I won't breathe
I won't move till you finally see
that you belong with me
you might think
I don't look
but deep inside in the corner of my mind
I'm attatched to you
mmmm
I'm weak
it's true
cause I'm afraid to know the answer
do you want me too?
cause my heart keeps falling faster
[chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
i'ts time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true
you don't know
what you do
everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak
it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
do you see me too?
do you even know you meant me!
[Chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
its time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true
I know when I go
I'll be on my way to you
the way that's true
[chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
its time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true
Posted at 1/14/2005 by Marilyn
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Sunday, January 09, 2005
~*~ EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON ~*~
Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be thereto serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.
Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.
If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.
Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.
Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create you own life and then go out and live it.
(Share this with anyone whom you believehas made a difference in your life!)
"If you take your eyes off your goals, all you see is obstacles."
Posted at 1/9/2005 by Marilyn
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My Zodiac Sign
This is me
Your Cancer funny side shows itself in the most unlikely of situations. You have an uncanny sense of publicity, when it pleases you to be noticed. When you're hurt, you disappear into reproachful silence. Most of the time, however, you'll turn away from getting hurt content to hide under your protective shell. You seek solitude. You never go directly after what you want. You truly care and want to help. You tend to brood over mistakes instead of shrugging off bad luck and trying again. It takes a long time and a fair amount of patience to really know you.
Me as a woman
Your Cancer sensitivity is hurt at the slightest pretext. You hate to be criticised, you are deeply wounded by ridicule, and you just can't stand being rejected. You like to keep secrets. You are afraid you are not pretty enough, smart enough, young enough or old enough. After you've been won over, you may be just a little tenacious, but you'll never let go of the relationship as long as you live. There is never anything shallow or superficial about your sentiments. Patience is one of your loveliest virtues. You will never let people down when things get really dismal
My Love Sign
Where romance is concerned, you enjoy being the initiator in the game of love. Gentle probing can soon turn to passion, and few would resist your charms. The best way to your heart is truly through your stomach. This love of physical and emotional well-being, is a duty which your partner must fulfill. If this isn't achieved, you will retreat into a shell
My Passion Sign
You are passionate, sensual, and down to earth. You have a lot of latent energy, and are capable of channelling it in the right direction. You have an assured and determined air that surrounds you and a confidence that you project onto the world. You are persistent and patient, making you a stable lover. You are even tempered, but once angered, you are honest, forthright, and passionate with your emotions. You are capable of disciplining yourself, and have a great deal of raw physical strength. You attach great importance to discipline. You offer personal security to your lovers and are happiest when surrounded by material possessions.
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31 August 2004
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