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This man knows the secret!

I was just on another site looking at some "stuff' and I ran across the story of a very big star's upcoming divorce.

In the comment section this man said: "As for me, my wife and I have been married 36 years. I don't think I'm anything special but I sure think she is"!

Wow! What a comment about the special woman in his life.

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Jun 2012
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Party Like It's 1999!

About 4 years ago we (the older members) had A NYE party on one blog. We had this lady from Spain spearhead the event as well as a young lady from the Phillipines. I can't remember their monikers but we had a great time. By the time the new year rolled in there were something like 500+ comments made in just that night.

Here's how it worked. A member asked another member for a virtual dance and we posted a song. We also posted champagne drinks and we posted noise makers. It was a blast. I always wondered how it would have been if we CS members had a gigantic hall and if we really had a band and all the goodies. it would have been one crazy fun time I think.

I will be on about 8 pm American time with a blog. I hope you join in!!!

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Dec 2017
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She smiled a quick smile with her head cast down!

About 6 months ago this man, his GF and her 2 kids moved into our apartments. They made such an impression that we all became friend immediately. They were down on their luck and I suggested where they could get immediate financial and food help. They had a hard time getting the power on in the house and I ran an extension cord to their home until they were able to power up. I lent them money and as promised they reciprocated and it was ideal. The family became very popular with all the other tenants and things were happy.

Shortly after, the man, Ben, would come over and start bad mouthing his GF, Victoria, and I would tell him if things are that bad you should consider leaving her or asking her to move. Each day his complaints were the same and it became better for me to listen. Ben would go on and on about his demands of Victoria and it was she had to leave at the end of the month. Months came and went and she's still in the home. I ignored "it".

The complaints were that Victoria was cheating on him (Ben). Each day she would leave the house and come back with soiled underwear from her extra curricular activities with men and women. Ben said he found plenty of evidence and her cell phone was filled with nudies Victoria had circulated on the internet. All at Ben's word. I heard nothing, I saw nothing and said no more comments.

One day on the way to the laundromat Ben was rifling through Victoria's car. They were in the parking lot and all her possessions that she had in the car were strewn all over. I could only guess why with no particular interest in Ben's actions. I said, "Good morning" and I did my laundry. They didn't return the greeting.

Well, one night at 1 a. m. there was a loud beating on my door. Victoria and her children were at the door pleading with me to let them in. I did. There was no way I was going to let this woman stay out. I offered to call the police and she declined. She slept on the floor and her 2 kids (beautiful children) slept on my couch. I had offered my bed but she declined. In the morning she got up and went back home with the kids.

Her 2 children are well mannered kids. They are such a delight to have them around. They always greeted me with hugs and love. One day the girl said how she had told her teacher all about me. Since Ben was still peeved that I had the audacity to help Victoria and the kids he stewed over that remark. Before I knew they all stopped talking to me and the kids would walk by with their heads cast down completely ignoring me.

Yesterday the little girl was outside with her mother and while no one was looking and with her head cast down she directed her eyes up and smiles a faint smile. I was so elated. I winked at her. And quickly looked away. I am so happy the kids think well of me.

I have worried about them because I know Ben is being a tyrant with them. But so far there's no evidence of anything but not being allowed to talk to me. Physically they look fine. But I'm watching with careful eyes!!!

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Dec 2017
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Cold urticaria, what in tarnation????

For many years now I have experienced a breakout of spontaneous hives. It first started out as a tingling and weird itching and a "bump" like a mosquito bite. The thing had the weirdest itch I had ever experienced. It stung and itched for about 15 minutes and then it would disappear.

As I got older the symptoms got worst and I started noticing this phenomena would happen when I got the area affected wet or a cool breeze would pop up. It would affect just about any part of my body.

Then in the last 6 years or so the intensity of the occurrence increased and a couple of years ago the dang hives covered most of the upper part of the body and down to my belt line. Other than the dagnabbed itching it didn't seem to be harming me or making me feel bad like an illness might. I simply ignored it and laughed because it was so weirdly funny.

My move to Arizona where it is warm most of the year round has seemed to make the hives appear more often. Now that it's fall and coming to winter this crazy hive comes on me at night while I'm in bed. I have begun to wrap myself in full winter guard like sweat outfits to keep me warm and it appears like i will have to start wearing gloves as well.

Air conditioning has ALWAYS bothered me. Today as i sit in the library and the AC cranking away like were in a meat locker I can feel the crazy things itch and pop up on my legs and arms. AND on my forehead where the cap band covers the area above my eye brows.

Is this crazy or what? It started to really get to me since, again, it's been occurring more often. I have always kidded about me being allergic to cold. I didn't think the topic or symptom actually existed except in my joking! So today I googled the little sucker and sure enough it is an actual allergy.

The more i read the more I say "Yep". That's what happens to me. This phenomena has also been confirmed by the Mayo clinic so once again I call it by it's name: Cold urticaria!

Who woulda thunk this stuff existed. But here it is at this moment on my forehead itching away like mad, erupting then slowly disappearing.

So, excuse me while I read some more and if I don't come back to see the comments you will know I have succumbed to cold urticaria!!!

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Nov 2017
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Young Love!

I like coming to the library to use their computers and while doing so I listen to Y**T*** music. My genre is the R&B Soul music.

The oldies play and I look back in memory to the songs and some bring back real profound memories of a love I once had.

I remember crying my eyes out after Priscilla broke up with me and the song that was popular at that time. "Tears On My Pillow". Ha ha ha!!! I was so stupidly immature over that. My ex-best friend Pete stole her from me after I stole her from him. They were divorced in later years and I wonder where I would be of she had married me. I think that I would have been divorced from her too!

The music makes it's rounds and I remember the parties I played at with L'il Charlie and the Royal Mixtures. Songs like "Long Train Running" and the Los Angeles Police Officer whose wife would flirt with me because we played a lot of cop parties. Two bad things about this scenario. They lived down the street from me. And at the time he was the SWAT guy that was the sharp shooter. YABOS!!!! Even though I was actively playing here and there with babes that was definitely too close to home.

Then "Cocaine" plays and I remember my buddy Dakota crying in his sick bed when I brought him a radio to the rest home he was living at. For Dakota it was one too many babes, too much cocaine, too much liquor, too much fist fighting and just too much .... just name it and Dakota did it!!! Dakota was crying about his high school prom and that song was played over and over by the band!

I hear "Sabor a Mi" and I remember playing with Joe Alvarez and the Red Coats. The times he would want me to sing a song and he'd hand me his mic. I finally had to buy my own because Joe had horrendous breath that stunk his mic to high smells. Joe would sing with the mic right at his mouth and the sound system was bunk so his voice would come out staticky and garbled. In doing my songs I would keep a distance from the mic and that worked perfectly. Joe would ask why I sounded better and Paul the sax player would tell him stand away. Joe would answer, "but that's the way Frank Sinatra does it"!! Paul would retort, "How does Micky Rooney do it"!!! We'd choke laughing and laughing.

Joe's dad would get crazily drunk and by 11 pm he would be making the band sound like blazes. In the old days the piano player played a real piano. So all Joe's dad would take to the gig was a cushion to relieve his sore buns from sitting on the piano bench. When he'd get drunk he would forget his cushion and the next time we played that hall he would find it and rejoice like it was a wallet full of cash he had lost!

Rufus Thomas comes on with "Walking the Dog" and it immediately reminds me of the bar girl at "El Tentacion" bar that would get down and crawl around like a dog. That band was "Sabu". If your old enough to remember there were films about a young boy that lived in a jungle named Sabu. Our leader looked like Sabu so he was named that moniker!

Then for some dang reason I wonder about my personal feelings and the songs that "seemed" to have carved my outlook on life and love. I think I was too much into the lyrics and the dreams those lyrics created. I think how foolish I was about life. But I think music pretty much forms a young persons images of love so I wasn't so different after all.

Tonite I will have a beer and celebrate music and all the songs I love to hear over and over again!!!

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Nov 2017
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Just Got Back From Cali!!

I needed to see my kids and grandkids so I took a week in California!!! It was fun and kinda sad at t times but everything went well. My visit in small bits of thought:

Arrived late but what the heck. Public transit is like that. But then, why really late. I have nothing to do and plenty of time to do it so let me back up and say, "I was on time"!!

I arrived in Riverside, CA. What a city but like the sister county in San Bernardino these 2 huge counties are in the red ink and close to becoming bankrupt. The beauty of this town is in it's old age. The cafes, libraries, public transit. It's all beautiful. Unfortunately the city is rife within is terrible. Homeless and mentally ill people are in abundance. The begging is completely out of hand. But still, it's really nice.

My beautiful and wonderful daughter-in-law picked me up with my 2 gorgeous grandkids (my son is very handsome) that take after their Mom and Dad in looks!

Arrival at their home was punctuated by Weenie and Tommie. Their Doxie and their cat. After all the hugs and barking and meowing and joy we all settled down ... kinda.

I checked my e-mail and the small room suddenly filled up with the kids and the pets! Gabe was in a huge vinyl bin siting on a bunch toys and having a ball. Leo was lying down on the floor watching Gabe. And Weenie and Tommie started hissing and barking and wrestling like a couple of Sumo's. I turned away from the computer and had a good chuckle of joy.

i finally finished and sat on the couch in a slouching position and snoozed. he kids continued wrestling and filling the air with laughter and fun. Weenie jumped on the couch with me and Tommie went to the window sill thinking, I'm sure, if I could only escape for a couple of minutes!!!

Before you knew it time to eat and we had a great meal. My son came home from work and the family and I mean ALL of them met him at the door with tons of love. Did I mean the cat and the dog too? YEPPERS!!! I finally hugged him and told him much words about how things looked great!

5:30 p.m. and my daughter arrived and we hugged and smooched the cheeks til the sun set!! My sweet family was all together.

The 3 days ended and it was time to see my sisters. I took the Metrolink to El Monte, CA and from there I took the 487 MTA bus to L. A. Pershing square. I got off way before then.

I called my sister and she picked me up at the corner of Sierra Madre and Michillinda. She drives fast and brakes almost too late and I saw her whipping down the hill. I just shook my head.

We got to their house (my sis is an old maid and shares a huge 4 BR home with another old maid sister). My older sis is 93 and she's moving around in her last days ... just barely. She can no longer take care of herself so the younger sister takes care of her with nephew helping out.

The next day we help our niece celebrate her recent wedding to her love, Victor. They are a match made in heaven. They get along so well.

The food was great and the relatives were a welcome sight. They're thinning out. This group of cousins was once a young robust group that gathered frequently. Many were missing and old age was the culprit along with the cancers and diabetes. But we had fun. The celebration ended and we went home.

The next 3 days were spent just snoozing, watching TV and taking care of older sister.

The visit ended and I went to my kids home where we all met once again, had dinner together and then I went to the bus station for my Greyhound Bus Line trip home. San Bernardino, CA to Las Veags, NV to Bullhead City, AZ!!

I slept for the whole day and night. I was tired when i got home.

I love my family and I will see them soon again.

THE END!!!

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Oct 2017
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My Wonderful Family!

I just got back from California where I visited my niece! I know I've said this before but it needs to be said again to underscore the importance of the all around feelings of my family.

Cecilia is her name. She was born out of wedlock to a unknown family, to me anyway, and she was taken in by my older brother and his wife. My brother always wanted a child of his own but it was never to be. But when the opportunity came to finally be a Dad with this new little bundle from heaven my brother was completely overjoyed with this beautiful little girl.

My brother was a severe critic about my being. Just like the rest of the family he always criticized me about something just like the rest of my siblings. So, I just went about my business doing what I had to do. I was blessed with a great job and a beautiful family of my own. My children were the best ever. And they still are.

That said, I never really visited my brother because of his attitude against me and also because his wife was a gossiping hag. I was never around Cecilia (I call her Ce Ce with lots of love now) and not until her Mom and Dad died. Somehow, probably because she took the first step, we had dinner one night when my daughter from Portland, Oregon visited. That was the get together that transformed my feelings towards her. I found a niece that was full of love for me and my family and was reaching out for acceptance.

Over the last 10 years or so we have grown close. I would never take the "title" of Dad away from my brother but I want her to know I am her "Dad" in love for her and her wonderful husband. This couple is a dream come true in their marriage. I truly love to see them.

I am blessed with a wonderful family of kids and grandkids and now a niece I'm proud to call "Mija" (a term of affection for a daughter).

I will see her soon again just because!!!

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Oct 2017
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Finally Back!

Wow! I didn't think I'd make it.

I had a colectomy done on me the 17th of August. 5 days in the hospital and 16 days on my back fighting the pain from my abdomen, the pain from lying down in one position, the drug haze from the Vicodin and the anesthesia, the vast amounts of anti-bacterial IV drugs, the one shot directly in the belly to fight the germs, my arms looking like a dart board and the chicken bouillon over dose!

Yep, that bouillon. AKA Chicken Bouillon!!! 2 straight days while i was purging the bowels then a big bowl placed in front of me right after surgery only to be followed by 5 days more of that ugly killing stuff. I subsisted on jello, ice cream, tea, milk and a few other soft foods,

I was so desperate for one of my buddies to sneak me in a double cheeseburger!!! BUT! You know the story. A friend in need is a friend indeed, BUT only if the buddy needs and not you. I finally got home and I had no appetite with small meals spread to 5 or 6 on a daily basis.

But here I is. Just kicking!!! I'm back on my feet and feeling better everyday.

Itchy Girl, I want to thank you for the lovely card you sent me. I wanted to reciprocate but I don't "fit your style" so I'm send you this :teddybear

I look forward to reading the blogs and commenting again. Of course what caught my eye immediately was Crazy

in Dedo's blog. WOWSER!!! Ok, i'll be good!!

GOOD MORNING CONNECTING SINGLES!!!!

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Sep 2017
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Well, it's time for more surgery!!

I had a colonoscopy done about 2 weeks ago and the doctor found a polyp that looks more like a button. Because it's so weirdly shaped he couldn't snip it like the doctor operating usually can. Soooo, he's going to have to cut me open.

I got colon cancer 10 years ago and I had a large portion of the colon removed. This polyp will require the same thing because of it's size and the the new connection will require some work.

It appears all this time that the 3 earlier colonoscopys "found" nothing but it appears the other doctors didn't probe far enough. I am fortunate that the doctor, from blood tests and other tests, found it and he also says it is not cancer. WHEW!!!!

Anyway, I hope for some prayers from my friends here!! Thanks for your thoughts!

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Aug 2017
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Verdulagas. Or keeping Mom's memory!

When I first moved to my little apartment in Bullhead City I was amazed by the fauna. I wrote a blog on it. But I did not mention "verdulagas". The English translation is parslane and that would be an edible weed that has bulbous leaves like a succulent plant. It webs out with several runners and it has little yellow flowers.

When I lived in Colorado it grew abundantly all over the ground. People would just cut it and throw it away. Mom didn't. She picked it, cleaned it (and like spinach) she made a delicious veggie dish out of it. She would add cheese and onions with little specks of tomato. It was a wonderful dish.

I have since thought over the years how Mom took care of us. The delicious meals she cooked. The laundry she did for us. The ironing. And the love she gave us. My siblings could be somewhat mean with us younger kids and sometimes even with Mom. But Mom just loved us forever and ever.

The verdulagas growing in my front yard reminded me of Mom's love. SO, I have decided that the love must live forever. My little verdulaga plants grow with no hindrance of other weeds. They get plenty of water in this 100+ degree weather and they shall live until they flower, wilt and produce their little seeds for the next generation of my Mothers memory!

I love my little verdulaga plants! And Mom, too!!!

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Jul 2017
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Who Woulda Thought Free Was a Pain in the Neck?

Since I've moved to my new home I have not been able to find a job. So I have had to depend on a food bank. No big deal. God supplied me with food and I am reciprocating His good work and favor with doing my part at the food bank as a volunteer.

I am hard of hearing and I don't multi-task too well so when I went to donate my time I volunteered to lug the wagon of food to the recipients car and unload it for them. I have hearing aids I don't like to use them because in a dusty warehouse setting the cost of the hearing aids use ($8000) is prohibitive.

Since the volunteer aspect (It's transient help because most are offenders and they are doing community service) comes into play. The supervisor, extremely patient, has to finish up a job sometimes left undone. And the workload gets heavy on the regular and dependable. Therefor, I have made an effort to scope things out to see what can be done to alleviate unnecessary work. And this is the crux of my blog!

There are many older people unable to come to the food bank so we deliver food to them on Saturday's. This one wonderful woman heads that up. The first thing she needs are boxes clean enough to pack with the food. I noticed that I have time at certain times of the day so I volunteered to prepare these boxes. They contain junk that needs to be discarded so I do that and line them up in the manner she prefers to have them.

I started doing that yesterday. When I was relieved of my "lugging" duties I informed the lady, Sylvia, that takes the client info and disburses the food where I would be. I said to her, "I will be in back if you need me". Unfortunately this woman is also the kind of person that answers a question with a question. But since I didn't ask a question her curiosity came in and asked me what I was going to do. When I told her she, in her normal go to the max making conclusions, said, "Does Christie know what your doing?" and "Does Charles know what your doing?" and on and on like I'm some kind of stupid idiot. In addition, it was none of her business. Christie and I got together and we planned a strategy. I looked at her and just said, "You know where you can find me if you need me" and I simply ignored her line of questioning.

Now, it got worse. For one hour I cleaned the boxes to Christie's specs! It suddenly occurred to me I had stacked the boxes on the ground (a Federal guideline No-No in the food handling). So I asked this lady Rikki if the boxes needed to be elevated on pallets. She too answers questions with questions. She began riddling me with questions as to why I was what I was doing. I mean, she was walking around the entire hour I was assembling the boxes and it didn't occur to her to ask me what I was doing? I explained and I was finally able to pry out of her a simple answer.

THEN!! This guy, Jimmy, that walks around mumbling to himself comes over and he starts talking to Rikki about the box stack I was making. I didn't care what he asked because she answered him and it appeared that he knew what was going on. But I was wrong. When Christie came to see the operation she caught Jimmy loading up her boxes up on his truck. She told him to stop, she climbed up into the back of the truck and unloaded them. Jimmy just walked around in his usual weird manner mumbling to himself.

I was exasperated when I left for the day. BUT!!! Then when I arrived this morning I was hit with another snag. I calmly told the person I was up to my neck in hogwash and was leaving.

I should have left yesterday when all this "problem" was brewing. I am now at the library cooling off and getting away from the pain in the neck over a small job swerving into a major hassle!

Whew!! Thanks to Jesus for the relief!

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Mar 2016
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Playing In The Playground!!

The title is a musical phrase my nephew uses when he jams with all his childhood buddies. He's lived in Pasadena, CA all his life (50+ years) in the Black neighborhood. The majority of his friends are Black and if you think you will never meet anyone famous your mistaken. His "playground" is full of musicians that boggles your mind!

All this conversation with my nephew came about when I told him that I had run into my old pal, Broken Fingers Malone" here in Bullhead City just recently. Broken Fingers and I jammed some 40 years ago in the La Puente/Pomona area of L. A. County. And I recounted this in an earlier blog titled "The Second Coming of Broken Fingers Malone".

Our memories go way back to a time when R&B and Soul was the music. I'm talking Otis Redding, James Brown and the likes of Carlos Santana. These were the tunes and bands of choice to play in clubs. We had a great band and we were once scouted by an agent that walked into this club we were playing and wanted to sign us to a contract to play in Las Vegas in the casino lounges. It was never to be.

My conversation with Broken Fingers was a kinda loose plan to "get together"!! Two days later I got a call from my pal and we jammed together that Saturday night. His talent centered around a Gibson electric acoustic guitar. When I arrived at his "pad" I walk into his studio and there was the old guitar of long ago. I looked at it and remembered. They were the thoughts of an old man playing music in the past and encountering the musical instrument that spawned those great memories.

Broken Fingers new talent was now his keyboard. He sat down and started doing some original compositions. They were what I always loved. Latin Jazz fusion. It was like meeting an old date. An old love, as it were. Broken Fingers talents have always amazed me. We cruised into a soiree just like old times. I swear it seemed like 1966 popped into his studio and our brains and bodies shifted to 25 y. o. once again. It was worthy of a Ray Bradbury short story where that stuff happens.

The night was filled with soft boleros that just seemed to make our hands glide on the piano keys and the congas. The congas I used that night were Jazz LP congas. The kind Louis Conte uses. Hey, I thought I sounded like Louis Conte. And it was like the 40 years that escaped from our music pal life suddenly rushed in. It was like it was never gone.

I mean, what are the chances that your going to run into a friend 40 years later in a remote area of Arizona where the the lizards are kept busy escaping Road Runners and the Colorado River swiftly sails by in a trance like swiftness cool and astoundingly clear.

We will jam again tomorrow night and a report will come forthwith!

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Jun 2017
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This man knows the secret!

Party Like It's 1999!

She smiled a quick smile with her head cast down!

Cold urticaria, what in tarnation????

Young Love!

Just Got Back From Cali!!

My Wonderful Family!

Finally Back!

Well, it's time for more surgery!!

Verdulagas. Or keeping Mom's memory!

Who Woulda Thought Free Was a Pain in the Neck?

Playing In The Playground!!

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