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This is a huge pet peeve I have . It's about people who think scarring the crap out of your baby and makeing it scream and cry is some how funny? Well it's Not! Don't you realize the brain is developing and verry fragile in a baby and small child. You go around doing dumb shit to make your child cry and then wonder why they developed mental issues . I am really keeping this as clean as I can but it's so hard. I'm so full of anger and sadness because our society has fallen so far. I pray God gives me the grace to keep love in my heart for mankind. Trash me on this if you wish and I will only ask God to bless you.

It was 1:15 when I got into my car to make the journey to Leo's house. As usual I had to ring him at his condo so I could be let in past the security gate. I dialed his code and the large gate slowly swung open. I drove in, parked and made my way to his front door!

I looked around at the lake surrounding his condo and the ducks were quacking away. I got closer and I called for Weenie his Corgy-Doxie mix dog. Weenie barked up a storm. She jumped all over me, wet the sidewalk with excitement and then we walked to the front door.

The first person I met was Brandon. I hugged that character then I walked over to Leo. He wasn't too happy to see me but I still hugged him. He pulled away and he ran over to Brandon to escape my hugs. Brandon's wife Tonia came down the steps and I hugged her too. Leo continued to stay away.

Another man came down the stairs and I vaguely remembered him. Brandon reminded me who he was and I hugged him too. It was his cousin and my nefew, Mark. Leo still kept his distance. We decided to go get a bite to eat. We arrived with Leo sitting next to me and ignoring me like all get out. I talked and he simply nodded.

We arrived at the eating place and we ordered. Leo seemed to be in his environment and he opened up. He wouldn't stop talking. I listened intently and put my 2 cents worth in. Leo finally had enough and he started hollering because he wanted to get home.

When we arrived home we went to the patio and drank a few beers while Leo tore the place up. He pulled those spiked LED solar lights that line a sidewalk for the esthetics then he banged'em around for good measure. He was having fun. Hollering up a storm. Leo was definitely in command.

It was time to go home and as I walked over to Leo to say my goodbyes he deftly pulled away and I had to force some hugs and cheek kisses. He fully protested.

I love my precious Grandson!

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Cast of Characters:

Leo, my handsome grandson!!!

Brandon, my son and Leo's dad!

Tonia, his gorgeous mother and my daughter in law!

Mark, my nefew.

Weenie, the dog.

Tommy, the cat slightly sighted up on the balcony!

Stated in an earlier blog, my associate left town to be with his daughter in her final days. I received a text from a coworker the woman lost her battle and passed away this afternoon.

Death didn't come swiftly as she suffered for months receiving treatments, but it wasn't enough to stop the disease.
I'm rarely at a loss for words when blogging, today being the exception.

Childhood memories is the best memories I always loved to reminisce .
At age 5, I had to to woke up like 4am as that's the time where my father used to got up, to fed our carabaos, I had to run after my father, jumped up over one of his carabaos.
He used to tell stories like the monkey and the turtle and the like stories while we pasture those carabaos. Then we had to bring them to the river to bathe them. I used to swam with that river with those carabaos..huhhh..and those carabaos pooped. after bathing we had to bring them to the rice farm, to plow the field. It was how I enjoyed my childhood. We had to crossed the river when going to school, even there was flood . That made me a good swimmer. At school, I excelled having my mother involved in a politics, a leader in our community. Her influenced helped a lot so for me to had that edged to my classmates ..so I always lead the class til I graduated in high school. Well I could not hide the fact that, people around us considered me as the most stubhorn of all my parents children. What I wanted, I will surely get, with all means. But my being stubhorn, is with sense of direction. My parents as farmer and a plain housewife, that's the only means of living. But the 8 children, in the family, we were able to finished college and became professionals, which is why I always proud of my parents. Just recently my mom received as the most outstanding parents, and a good leader in the community, she is at age age 81 now.
Going back to my passion, I enjoyed in the farm than at the house. So I never learned how to cook, even when I settled down, my husband is a good cook anyway. Lol.But, the farm thing, that's my expertise, my parents believed I have that green thumb. I dreamt to be one of the best agriculturists , just that, I was not meant to be. My elder sister enrolled me in Commerce as she did not want me to live in the farm in my entire life. I never like the Course, so I did not studied seriously , and just finished one semester and decided to stopped than spending money that my parents worked so hard. My uncle offered, to send me to school provided I will take up BS Pharmacy. Raised in a poor family, I thought it was a great opportunity. So I grabbed it. Which is why I became a pharmacist instead of agriculturists..But I do loved my profession, and enjoy my job too. Well, am a person who enjoy what's on my hand. But in my heart, that passion working in the farm is still within me. Anyhow, I did enjoy with my gardens around me right now, which serves as my alarm clock, as i really had to got up early, to water them.i don't buy vegetable in the market or groceries no more as I want to make sure what am cooking is free from chemicals that could be harmful to health. So far I have many in my garden, cauliflower,brocolli,letucces, bokchoy, and a lot more. I even harvested some brought them to the market and exchange with some like, onions garlic. Bottom line my hobby, is of great helped, for me and my colleagues as well. Lemon grass, huhhh..I have numerous, this grass which is good to help lower the cholesterol when used as tea. Where ever I travelled I used collecting seeds.
My papaya from West Africa, is the sweetest papaya I ever taste.
Looking back from where I came from, I am grateful, that I was brought up in a family where I came from, that moulded me to became a person who I am now. And in my heart I still have that dream to live where I was. A farm house surrounded with beautiful gardens. Imagining it, I already felt..it would be a paradise.
Well, guys I was thinking the best title for this , but, just that, I could not think more than this.

"Paint me a picture, Mommy" she demanded. And so I painted one. A huge mural that stretched forever - a mural of words. Words that spun tales like my foot on the pedal of the spinning wheel as it gobbled raw chunks and twirled them into long continuous strings of oily wool.

Words that exported us into the universe as we floated on the backs of unicorns, sailing through galaxies and sipping from the stars of the Milky Way. Words that bounced and soared, skipped and tickled.

Words that crept quietly, rustling in underbrush. Creeks of words that gurgled and slid, bubbled and sang along riverbanks of imagination. Words that flew and darted amongst tall cedars and scrambled lightly over soft, spongy, needle-laden ground.

Words that crouched in trepidation, hiding in long fingers of dusky shadows before bursting into the bloom of golden sunshine and sparkling with prisms of dew.

Words that danced, played, tumbled and somersaulted. A mural of love.

"Imagical Mom"

I will take
your small hand
and lead you softly
through lush forests
pause to lay
on spongy beds
of fallen needles
squint at blue sky
blonde sun peeks
through cedar boughs
dappling earth
woodsy fragrance
bites your nostrils
make animal
cloud shapes
touch gently
petals of wild flowers
play peek-a-boo
through fern fronds
hide and seek
in roots of
hollow trees
whisper secrets
to giggling streams
picnic behind drapes
of willow trees.

I will sprinkle stardust
tickling on your eyelids
and take you
on journeys
where unicorns fly
catch tails of
shooting stars
slide down
rainbow bannisters
bounce on trampolines
of clouds
tumble with trolls
dance with fairies
laugh with elves.

Some day you will
look behind
and know
that I have taught you
- magic.

© AJC

Hello ItchyW
May all your sorrows be filled with peace,love and happiness. May all your troubles land up in a kit bag,and smile,smile. May you overcome your heartache and dry your tears.wish i was there to comfort you. 3am S.A time still on duty. Peace and light will shine once more.whatever is the problem. That will become history.

So, here it is. I have about an hour before I have to fight with the receiver at this facility to get my trailer unloaded.. When I was about 14 my sister already ran away from home the year before and filed for emancipation from my mom who pretty much checked out of being a parent at that point because it was far too stressful fighting for a daughter and trying to raise a son on her own all the while losing the house she paid for off the sweat of her work, to her brother who was just trying to get a free house. I was kicked into the world and already had been living rough for the entire year before. I always held a grudge against everybody involved in all of that because at the end of the day every single day I was alone. Alone in every struggle there was. Whether it be finding a meal, a warm place to sleep, comfort from the injustices that kept tormenting a child living on the street. I started working a man's job at 13. I have always worked since. Whether or not I had shelter or clean clothes or even a warm meal, I always worked. From general labor to supervising machinists to sweeping and mopping out bars to working at the newspaper which I truly feel was the start of being career minded, to any and every odd job I could pick up until the latest career of driving a truck for the past twelve years. My life has always been filled with work. There have been times when I was in between jobs but even then I kept myself busy doing for others. But that's not the point. The struggles and hunger aren't the point. No matter what had happened before now isn't anything more than a test of my life and to be honest, in my personal opinion, I failed miserably. But the reason I have that opinion of myself is I have always, no matter what, been able to overcome all of it and move forward. My dream from the bitter beginning of the start of my life's true struggles was to carve a swath of peace out of the troubling times before me and be able to make a place that I can have a peaceful and happy life with a wife who would love me for me and stand by me through the good times and the bad times and all times in between. A wife who is strong enough to face the troubles without flinching or running from the problems. But mostly strong enough to be able to let me know when I am wrong and hold me accountable for my wrongs. But one who is gentle enough to admit when she is wrong and kind enough to accept my hand to not pull her up but allow me to lift her up. I wanted a family full of little ones. So so many that I would have to build such a magnificent home and there would be nothing but love that would radiate from that home because the foundation wouldn't be of bedrock, but of love and peace and harmony. I would have land as far as the eye can see full of grassy Meadows and cattle and goats and chickens and ducks and geese and dogs and cats and every creature in between. I would be able to live off of that in and of itself, able to support the neighbors and strangers around me so that they wouldn't have the chance to feel the pain of hunger or loneliness for lack of friends because as long as I lived they would always have a friend and a meal. If needed they would always have a home to come home to even if theirs ceased to exist. I always dreamt of waking to the still of the morning and welcoming the morning sun and feeling the warmth upon my face and knowing that as long as I put myself into my labors that nobody can take it away. That as long as I love with all of my heart there would be no pain to wish away. That as long as I have a breath of fresh air and a big dreams that seems out of reach to all but my heart, that at least if I did fall, I will have accomplished maybe not everything I wished for but enough to not be told I have accomplished nothing. I wished for people to get along and not feel anger towards one another, so that they can at least be civil and true to their words. But, I know, it's very selfish of me to dream like this. Srry

That's each of your children, grand children and any other living offspring. You think anything the government hands out is “free?” It’s not anything close to it. Everything they do costs twice as much as it would if done in the private sector and they spend like drunken sailors shoveling piles of debt onto your children and grandchildren as they go hoping you won’t notice until it’s too late. What do they care? It’s not their money they are spending… it’s YOURS.

That’s the amount owed by every citizen of the United States for all the “free” things that have already been handed out and promised by the federal government. It doesn’t count the additional free things that the Democrats are promising which will multiply that amount to around $9,000,000 for every man woman and child citizen of the United States. That’s right, EVERY man, woman and child will owe the federal government around NINE MILLION DOLLARS if the Democrats are elected and hand out all the “free” stuff they vow to hand out. And it also doesn’t count what you owe to state and local governments.

The Democrat’s platform is a bankrupt your children and grandchildren plan plain and simple.

Good luck, your kids already owe almost a half million dollars each that they are going to have to pay back in tax increases. Want to go for 9 million each instead? Vote Democrat.