A Life To Learn

Apr 1, 2015

Fun Time In My Teens

We lived in Maryland in a small town named Friendly. It is now called Fort Washington. It was changed a couple of years ago unbeknownst to a lot of the people who grew up there and graduated from High School. The high school has the same name, Friendly Senior High. That was a good thing. We had lots of fun back in the 1970’s there. I graduated in the year 1975. It was a pivotal time as there was the Vietnam War going on and all the youth got caught up in the war and the issues of the war. There was something called the Draft, if anyone remembers that. They were about to get rid of it back then. We wore things like Hot Pants, Stacks, Bell Bottoms and Sizzlers. Some kids were dressed very business-like and some, like my sister and I, just wore bell bottoms and tops with sleeves. There was also a dress code back then too and we could not wear anything that showed our bellies or dresses or skirts that came up more than 6 inches from our knees. Sizzlers were the exception because they had bloomers or panties that matched and it was a part of the dress that you wore over your underwear.

Oh back to the Crabs! I love crabs. There used to be a Chesapeake Bay Crab restaurant nearby and we would go a few times a year. It was not too expensive then and it was an All-You-Can-Eat place. It was fun and the crabs were delicious. There is a certain way to break open a crab and certain things that you should not eat in the crab. I will explain later.

When our cousin moved in next door we had lots of crabs in the summertime. The neighbor sown from us would go crabbing too and we would eat with our friend. It was fun to eat with family and friends. We would have corn on the cob too and bread. It wasn’t always hush puppies.

My cousin would go out on his boat in the early mornings and crab and fish all day. Then he would bring his bounty home and his wife would cook them all up. All she did was boil them in water that was laced with Old Bay Seasoning. After they were done we would go over to help them set up the table. It was not too much work was in this because we ate in their basement and a huge table was set up there and some newspaper was layered on top of the table. Then it was time to eat! It was just my mom and dad, me and my sister and my cousin, his wife and their two kids. We ate until we could not eat anymore. Of course the drink for the adults was always beer and we had kool-aid. Kool Aid was the drink of the day for kids back then. Milk was about the same as it goes on the charts of the most served…not the most popular drink for kids who were growing up. My favorite Kool Aide flavor was Cherry or Black Cherry. We did not have soda that often then. It was good when we had it but most meals at home was served with a cold glass of milk.

After the meal we would all help in the cleanup. That wasn’t too hard. The kids would take up all the dishes, glasses and what-not that were used and the moms would clean up the table and the dads would go off to watch some sports on the Television. They were some fun times.

My cousin did more than crabbing though. He also hunted. He would bring home squirrels and deer that he shot in the woods where he hunted. I can tell you that he would use the kids swing set that was positioned in his yard that was in direct view from our dining room window. He would let it somehow attached it up to the swing and open the body up and let it drain. He would also gut it out and take off the skin there too. I do not know what he did with those parts, but it was kind of gross to me and my mom hated when he did that. Just picture in your mind of eating dinner and looking out the window to see a dead deer hanging up that has been butchered.

We did get a deer roast one time and I did not care for the taste of deer. That was many years ago when I was a little girl and I still do not care for the strong flavor of the meat. I did like the squirrel though as it tasted like chicken. I never got to taste rabbit either.

Here is how you shuck a crab:

1. Take off the legs and front claws. Do not throw them away.

2. Put the crab on its back.

3. See at elongated tab that goes from the eyes to the back of the crab’s belly. Pull that off taking the eyes and all with it.

4. Now you can take the top of the shell off by putting your thumbs between the shell and the body of the crab.

5. Once that is off there are what is called “Devil Fingers” in the center of the crab’s body. Pull them off and DO NOT EAT THESE. Throw them away.

6. Now you can break the crab in half by taking the side and spreading it until it breaks.

7. Now there are chambers in that crab halves and all the meat is within those chambers.

8. Pull the meat out. This might take a bit of doing but the work is worth it.

9. You can make crab cakes with this or you can eat it right there and you can also dip the meat in butter. I like to dip my meat in butter.

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Mar 30, 2015

The Burglaries

While living there we also had some bad things that happened. I simply cannot believe that no one, especially my husband, would believe anything that I have seen, heard and experienced while living in that house. Looking back it is beyond me to understand some of those things.

The Burglary

Yes, we were burglarized three times while we lived in that house. It happened once each year. Each time it was about a week or two after Christmas. Each time I had seen a light, like from a cigarette lighter flash in the woods across the street from us. Each time I told my husband about it and each time he just told me that I was seeing things and there was nothing there. Each time I saw that within three days we were robbed. They call that casing the house. The guy was watching our coming and going.

The last year I was attending college. Isn’t funny how your body knows that something isn’t right. I was sitting in Biology and I kept watching the clock. I was not bored, but something didn’t seem right. As soon as class let out I went straight to the babysitters where my youngest daughter was and picked her up.

Well, when I got home something did not look right about my house. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. When I saw that the door knob had been sawed off, I got really scared. I did not know if to walk into the house or not for fear of the burglar being in there or not. I was very afraid that if I went into the house and he saw me that I would be shot or some other bad thing. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I looked around to see if I could find the door knob. I looked all over the porch, the walkway and the driveway and did not see it at all. At this time my husband was staying at his parent’s while he went to college.

I went out to the wooded area and found it laying on the ground. I walked back to the door and tried to look inside the curtains and did not see anyone there. That is some scary feeling or what!!

When I walked into the house the first thing that I noticed missing was the Kerosene Heater. Who the heck would steal that?! We used it almost solely for heat as we did not have a fireplace in that house. We had an electric furnace.

I walked upstairs to the bedrooms. I didn’t see anything stolen from the girl’s rooms. Their mattresses were tossed upside down though and the rooms were all messed up. Then I got to our bedroom. The sight of the room brought me to tears and the fear was just over the top for me at that moment. The mattress was upside down. The sheets were torn from the bed, the drawers were all on the floor and the bed and all the contents were strewn all over the room. My Jewelry box was completely empty.

I got back in my car and went up to the farmer’s house and asked if I could use their phone to call the police and I told them what had happened. They were very courteous and they even watched my daughter while I was trying to console myself enough to sound calm and collected. Geeeesh, how do you do that when your house has just been robbed, your husband isn’t around and your older daughter has not made it home yet. The police came out and did their investigation, but I could not sleep in the house that night. I just could not. So we spent the night over at my neighbor’s. That was a surreal experience as well.

That was not the end of it though. When we called the Nationwide Insurance Company to make a claim you would not believe their service. It sucked big time. At that time Nationwide was NOT on our side. I made a list of all the things that were broken or stolen like they asked me too. Some of the things that were stolen were given to me as a wedding gift. One such item was a real pearl necklace that my in-laws gave me for a wedding present some ten years prior. Because I did not have a receipt insurance did not cover it. Oh it gets better! The also denied the claim because they said the house was not finished. It only needed to be painted!!!! If that is supposed to deter a burglary………good grief! Then they dropped our insurance. I never did get anything back.

From that moment on I did not put much into material possessions. They are just that…material. I like it simple. Sometimes, not very often, I will want more than is what is needed, but that isn’t very often.

All this could have been prevented IF my husband believed me. That wasn’t the only thing that he didn’t believe that could have been prevented…….but that is another story.

Mar 27, 2015

Our Little Piece of Heaven

Back to the house that my first husband and I lived in in Thornburg, Virginia. Sorry that I do not have may photos of that time. I gave all the albums to my daughters when their dad and I divorced and his house caught on fire and they were all lost. I do have the pictures in my mind though.

While living in that house we had a small farmette or that is what I called it. It was really a one acre parcel of land that the farmer was partitioning off because he was getting older and could not take care of it all by himself. We used to visit him in the summer at the top of the road where his house was. He would give us some of the vegetables that he grew on his part of the land. His wife was very nice to us.

I called it a farmette because we did have animals on it and a big garden and all kinds of things like that. I loved it. It took us five years to get that garden started and to produce well and then we had to up and leave it. While we were there though, I grew corn, broccoli and lots of other things in my 40 x 80 foot garden. Why it was so hard to grow anything and get it going good was because the ground that we lived on was clay and our back yard was on a slope. My husband would till it over with a shovel. You could walk out there after it had rained and literally get your shoe sucked right off of your foot. It happened that way to all of us at one time or another.

Our Farmette

On our farmette we had a Goat, Chickens, ducks, rabbits, two dogs, four cats and a hamster. Yes, life was busy then and my two daughters would help out, most of the time. They did let some of the rabbits die though. I wish that I could have helped them but by the time that I found that my two daughters were lying about feeding them and giving them water, they were so bad off that there was nothing left for me to do. I was so heartbroken. They had to learn though even if it was not the way that I had envisioned them too. So I ended up taking care of all the animals. We survived out there and I loved my farmette. We had fresh eggs every day of the week, we had goats milk until Claire got mastitis a few times. That was no worry though as my husband worked for a computer engineer who had his business from home and he was a farmer too. He had a couple of cows and he taught me how to milk them when I worked there a few months. He was really very nice. He let us pick corn and put as much as we wanted into our very own freezer. We had fresh cow’s milk for the girls and since it was fresh milk, I had to pasturize it myself and I also got the cream from it and I made butter. I tried to make cheese, but I was not that good at it. Fresh butter and cream was the bomb then. Too bad that was only in a short period of our lives and we never did get back to that. We had it made there with all the fresh foods. It was an amazing part of my life that I will never forget and sometime I pine for that kind of life again, but it isn’t ever going to happen. Too much has changed and we all moved forward.

Winter and Our Goats

The winters were rough there with feeding the chickens and the goats. Claire had two babies one year but one died. They did a necropsy of it and found that it was born without a stomach. The other one was a boy and he was like a pet. He would follow us all over the place and the girls named him Waggles because he always wagged his tail. He was the happiest goat that I ever saw. Mom swore we let him live in our house, but we never did that. Well, one year I went down to feed them and found Waggles on the ground. Claire was making all kinds of racket when I went in her pen. I found that he was shot. It must have been a very clean shot because there was no blood, just a hole in his back flank. He was already dead by the time that I got to him. See we lived on a very forested area on the back of that farmers land. Waggles looked like a deer and I surmise that some kids were out shooting and hit him because they thought he was a deer and ran off when they found that it wasn’t. That was so sad.

The Rooster

Oh the chickens! The rooster gave my daughter a run for it, up the hill no less! She was about 7 years old and she went down to feed the chickens and gather some eggs. Well, the rooster got out and wow you would not believe the talons they have. He flew at her with those talons in front of him all the way up the hill. That hill was kind of steep and was about 200 feet in distance from the back of the house. The strangest thing about that was, we found him dead in the pen the next morning. All we could think of was that there was a fox living nearby or maybe the stray dogs got a hold of him.

The Rabbits

Speaking of stray dogs…

The bunnies!!! We had some bunnies that we were going to use as meat, but that didn’t happen. I fell in love with them and they ended up having some congenital sinus problem and could not be used for meat. So they became pets. Well anyway, about the stray dogs. A few times we were woken up in the very early hours, say right around when it just was turning light out, to blood curdling screams. I would look out the window and the bunny cages were on the ground. No dogs in sight because they heard me scream Bunnies are loose! We all got shoes on and bathrobes and what-not and went out to catch baby bunnies in the woods. What a wake-up call! You bet after we got things all put back together and all the bunnies accounted for and in their cages we had a big breakfast. This usually happened during the summer months because as I recall we didn’t have to go to school or anything. We never got more bunnies after that and they all just passed on except for two. We took them to Florida with us when we moved along with a couple of cats and a dog.

The Muscovy Ducks

The Muscovy Ducks were given to us when someone was moving and they could not take them with them. They would talk to me every morning and most of the day if I was around. They were a pair, one male and one female. One came up missing a couple of months later and then the other one died, with a broken heart I suppose. They say they mate for life and I had no idea how old they were when they were given to us in the first place. We also could not take them to where we were moving to either.

Bird Of Prey and Free Lunch

I must tell you about Birds of Prey. They be the quickest thing on earth that I have seen….er not seen because they were that quick. I had some chickens that laid a few eggs and we let them hatch. They were following their mom all around the yard, when one disappeared. Good Golly Miss Molly we could not find it anywhere. Then a few minutes, like 2 minutes, another one disappeared and we did not see where that one went to either. Mind you the mother hen was not being picked off but she was wondering where the heck her chicks were going. In about 15 minutes time the 7 chicks were all gone….Nothing, Nada, Ziltch…nowhere to be found. We never did see what bird of prey took off with them, but they were a nice quick lunch for it.

Those were the good times, but as life goes there are some bad with the good and that would be for another story.

Mar 25, 2015

Memories With My Dad

My dad as I remember him was a hard working father. As far as I recollect about my childhood he was the best dad a girl could ever need or wants. He let my mom do all the disciplining. He was there for me all the times that I needed him. He was very athletic. He was on a softball team and he was also a great bowler and even became a secretary for a league that he was on for many years. My mom was on the same league and I remember so well all the times that we went with them. I forgot now what night that they bowled. Anyway we would have dinner and then we would all go in our blue Chevy (I think it was a Chevy) to the Bowling Alley. My sister and I would walk around the bowling alley and then most times we ended up going to sleep on the bench as sometimes the game would last longer and later. That was when we were younger.

That was when Dad was on a softball team. We were in our teens then. We used to go to the games with him to watch him play. He was very good at softball and it was fun to watch. I remember one year dad was putting in a carport on the side of our house. They invited all the players that were on Dad’s team over to help him lay the cement. Oh they had plenty of food and of course Beer. It was fun and they brought their kids over and we all played while the fathers helped put in the carport. I often wonder where those times have gone. Very rare do I see or hear neighbors actually helping neighbors. Most are the kind that stick to themselves. Well that is what I have experiencing after my kids went off to college. They are grown now and off on their own. They want little to do with me now. I assure you it was not that way when they were teens and we lived in a huge neighborhood in a Florida suburb. I loved living there.

Back to my dad and his softball games. One year my mom got so mad at him that she told him not to come home. We never saw mom and dad fight and we had no idea what the fight was about. So, he did not come home that day and that was the words that my mother ate then. Dad was playing is softball game and he was running to a base and he was going to slide into it but then changed his mind. Bad move on my dad’s part. Instead of coming home he was rushed to the hospital and my cousin , who lived next door, had to make the call to my mom. He broke one leg and sprained the other. His right leg was in a full cast and he was laid up in bed for six weeks. Mom never said that to him again. Plus she had to live with him and dote on him for six weeks after that. Be careful what you wish for…… My mom learned that right quick.

I was Daddy’s girl and I think mom had/has a problem with that. I could tell him anything and confide in him, but not so much my mom. She would always tell me what I should not do. I always did something wrong in her eyes. I do not know what it was and still is. A few years after that, my dad was playing softball, and he had a heart attack. It was the first one that he ever had and he was not even 40 years old yet. They rushed him the hospital and he was in surgery and put in ICU. So my sister and I went to the hospital to see him. Well that was the worst experience I had, but it was not the last one that I would have in my life. My sister left and I was there in the waiting room. I did go in and see my father and then came back out. Since I was the only one around, Mom started yelling at me. Now she has done it this way almost all the time. She will wait until no one else is around and then she proceeds to rip me to bits. That day she had me in the waiting room of the hospital, she blamed me for my dad having a heart attack. She told me that if I had not confided in him that none of this would have happened.

That tore me up as you can imagine. I can still remember that time as if it were a week ago. I was standing there in a huge waiting area and the nurse’s station was off to the left of me. My mom was standing right in front of me and yelling those words at me. I did not say anything back to her because she would backhand me. I had been backhanded and thrown up stairs and not believed my whole life while growing up. I cannot say that I did not deserve them. Ever wonder why you did some things that were totally stupid when you were a child? I used to stick my tongue out at her when she turned around. Man moms have 20/20 on the back of their heads and their ears, how sharp they are that they could hear a pin drop in Africa and we live in the USA. This time was the ultimate and I did not move or say a word. I could not believe what was happening was real. It was like I was not there but I was there stuck in my body. It was so surreal.

From then on I did not confide in my father, nor did I say anything about what was really going on in my life to them. Nothing can ever take that or those words from me. They are so ingrained in my being. Since then my father has had many heart attacks, stents put in and experimental procedures. His body finally gave up on May 27, 2014 when he died of a massive heart attack in the hospital. He had just come out of dialysis and he was getting that to see if his blood would clean out. After he come from there he started coughing and they thought it was pneumonia and they were going to admit him. Mom wasn’t there that day. He was gone by the time she got there. I was not blamed for that….Thank God.

I have a history of DVT’s and my oldest daughter and I have come to the conclusion that they are kind of hereditary. No one else believes that especially, not their father. My father’s mother had 7 heart attacks in a week while in the hospital before she died. So there is something to my daughter and my hypothesis. Dad also had vein problems in his legs for years prior to his last heart attack. They never found out what the problem was.

In the last few years he finally got internet and a computer. I would send him many pictures of my gardens and of the renovations that we were doing to the house that was given to us by them. When I called them I felt like I was under the microscope and never dared to tell them anything about my personal life. I was afraid what Mom was going to say or do to me. I thought that mom really was the one who gave this cabin to us but found out later, that I assume now, that it was dad who really did….and that is another story to tell.

Mar 23, 2015

Jumping Forward To 1982

Summary:

This is going to be a book about my life that, I think, only my Dad knew about me. I am not sure because I have been lied too and lied about and my dad passed away on May 27, 2014. I will start it with a letter that I sent to him about 6 months before he died.

Introduction

This letter was explaining something that my mom keeps telling everyone. It is un-true. We lived in a house that we were building in Thornburg, Virginia. It was a very rough time for us financially and for me as I nearly raised my two daughters all by myself. My husband (now ex) was going to college part-time and was staying with his mom and dad most of the time. That is another story.

I did love the house though but it took forever to get it built as my husband was not around too much of the time. His brother would send me some help, but my mom got the idea that there was much more going on. We got into a fight about that one and I broker her pinky finger when she tried to hit me. She also thought that I pulled these guys in by myself and she was worried what others would say. I really didn’t care what they said as long as my children had a decent and clean place to live. Anyway that will come in another chapter in my book here. For now this is the last letter that I wrote my dad.

Mom thought that we did not have any money so she bought some groceries and some toys for the girls. They were like 4 and 6 years old. Angie was born low birth weight and had some sort of thing going on when she was born so the Doctors stressed that we give her no sugar. I did that and tried hard to keep it that way. Mom, however, bought all sugary stuff for the girls. I did get upset about that. She has and is also telling others that I am unappreciative and that if she had known that my husband made $1500.00 per month that she would have never helped us like that. So here is the letter to my dad that explains the truth. I do not think that he ever showed it to my mother.

The Letter To My Dad

About that $1500.00 mom keeps telling everyone about that is what James was making per month. She does not have that story correct. I am telling you the truth about that story right now.

James only made $1100.00 per month, Dad, not $1500.00. That $1500.00 was the amount that vanished from the checkbook one month and then the bank foreclosed on the house. I thanked GOD that mom and you helped me and the kids out when she bought that stuff to us!!! You and Mom will never know how much I loved that help. James was having an affair and I think that is what happened with that 1500.00 because me or the kids never saw that money! EVER!!!.

James was supposed to be getting a transfer to Florida with AT&T, but and it is a big BUT....they paid for our moving and then when we got down there....he did not have a job at all. They lied to him, big time. Dad ....both he and I had temp jobs picking up trash from construction sites for at least 6 weeks until he got a job. Then we finally get on our feet and then he quits that job and has another and they fire him and then he gets another and they ship him to Georgia and he came home every other weekend. He had an affair there......end of story........the rest is history.

So, Thank you guys for All THE HELP THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME.

Debbie

On one snowy day, and it was very snowy, my husband was supposed to have been home like 2 hours ago. I thought that it was just the snow and his drive to work and back from work is 1½ hours each way. So, I am waiting for him to get home and a bit worried too because I thought that he might have had an accident or been behind one. The traffic on the interstate was always horrendous and backed up. That was furthest from the truth. My mom calls me and asks me if my husband was home yet. I told her no and asked why. I was shocked at what she told me right after that. She said that she and dad stopped off to get a pizza at the pizza restaurant and they are looking at my husband having dinner with another woman. They even told me her name.

I told my husband’s mother (who was also having an affair with someone that lived with them) and she told me she wouldn’t get involved in that. My mom and dad never said anything to my husband about that either. So, I had no back up for anything. I do remember asking him about why it took so long to get home that day and he did make the excuse that the roads were rough.

This was only the beginning. It gets better (or worse) as they say.

Jul 26, 2011

Whispers From Oz - Chapter 9

By Lady Guinevere

Happy Valentine's Day

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I looked in the local paper and there was a Valentine's Day Singles Dance in the area. So I called the contact number and got all the information. I have never done anything like this before and it was completely new territory for me.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to go date or not, but I was gonna try. I promised myself that I was not going to get involved with anyone and was only going to have some fun meeting other people.

The day came of the Dance and I got into my red dress because it was Valentine's Day and had to wear red. The dress wasn't revealing or anything like that but it was pretty and the skirt half flowed kind of nice around my legs. I also wore heals--not stilettos. I cannot wear them to this day even though my girls bought me a pair. I was nervous as can be when I arrived at the local Comfort Inn that this was being held at. Funny looking back it was fun, but now they don't have a Singles Dance in this are anymore.

I got out of my little red Toyota Tercel and closed the door behind me and stood there for a minute to gather my courage up. After a few seconds of that I walked to the door and then took a deep breath. Here I was with at 16 year old daughter, divorced for about 5 years and starting the teen ages years all over again. Kind of scary. What I had known all my life was now gone. I never wanted to really meet anymore men and I was kind of getting comfortable with myself and my situation and I could finally say that I depended on no one to make me happy....on myself. I didn't need a man.

All that soon went out of my head when someone else came in behind me. So in the hotel entranceway and down the stairs I went.

I stood at the open door of the room where they had the dance. On the left side was the Dj and the table where he had everything set up. On the right was the small bar where they served drinks. The tables had white tablecloths them and the centerpieces were of valentines and flowers and such. The DJ saw me standing there. I was kind of frozen with fear something akin to stage fright, He was an a bit overweight, blondish greying hair and about 9 inches taller than I was. He glided over towards me and asked if this was the first time that I had been here. I said Yeah first time been to anything like this. He walked me over to his DJ table and we made small talk and exchanged names. This is another one of those Whispers From OZ and you will just have to put the puzzle together with each new paragraph and bit of information.

His name was Bruce Alan. He was charming and a very nice man. I kind of stuck to him like velcro that night for he was the first man that I had really met, not counting bosses and co-employees. I am a people watcher and will watch people do whatever it is that they do. So I finally went and sat down at one of the tables. I didn't sit very long until someone came up and asked me to dance.

This guy towered over me--well being 5 foot tall many men tower over me. We went around the dance floor looking for an opening. We didn't go anywhere but around circles. Well most dances that you do on a crowded dance floor only allow you enough room to go in circles. I didn't feel anything from this man. We really didn't talk either. It was a strange feeling. After that song he went across the room and danced with someone else and I went and sat down at the table again. I did get a coke to sip on while there. I watched more people as the tootled around the dance floor.

I meandered on over back to the Bruce and we talked a little bit more. He told me that he went to another place after he got off there and invited me to come along. So I did.

We went to a bar in the next town. He bought me a drink and I drank it because I wanted to loosen up a bit. Only I didn't realize how late that I would be out. Next thing I know I was in the front seat of his car making out with him. Ohh boy I wasn't ready for that---or was I. I didn't have sex for 5 years! Good grief how the body knows what it wants and intercepts what the brain says!

When it was time to leave, I thought that the alcohol was gone enough for me to drive home. Hell I had to drive home by myself. I didn't have anywhere to stay and I had a daughter at home who was problably waiting up for me.

I drove home and I was already tired and still a little inebriated. I concentrated on keeping focus and my eyes open and I really wished that I had toothpicks to hold my eyes open even wider. I drove down the road alot slower than usual. I did fine until I came into the town that I lived in. I had to go up one side of the mountain and down the other and into our development. That was part of the problem because if you went off the side of the road on the mountain you went straight down. Straight down through trees that is. There have been many people that ended up there. One lady lost control of her vehicle and wasn't found for 3 days! She was fine and survived, but just thinking about that gives me goosbumps. She said that she survived on those convenience store packs of crackers and some water she had in a bottle. Ever since I heard of that I keep bottled water and snack things in the car under my seat just in case.

Anyway back to me driving up the mountain. As soon as I got to my town limits it did the worst thing that it could do. Man I was being tested! It started to snow. Being tired and a little drunk and having to go up the side of that mountain was test enough. Driving in slick wet snow was the final straw. Good thing it was like 2 in the morning and no one else was driving on the roads. It was like a ghost town. Usually there is someone else that is going to work or coming home, but that night there was no one. It was kind of creepy too.

The Toy Collector And The Flying Saucer

A few weeks before I called that psychic I did see someone else for a short while I didn't consider it dating. I only saw him for a couple of weeks. He thought the world of me and that makes ones self esteem rise and all those good things that I really needed. Only the feeling was not mutual. The feelings just weren't there, at all.

Larry was a nice man, he collected all the small toys out of all the happy meals from many restaurants. That was neat because his whole apartment was filled with them. All kinds from burger people to all the trucks with the company logos on them and more. He lived in an apartment over top of a house. I can't really explain it but there was a staircase the went up the side of the house where the apartment was. Some weird things happened while i was seeing him.

He drank alot and took drugs right before he wanted to go to bed with me in his apartment. He wasn't educated and couldn't read. He wanted me to teach him how and I said that I would only the relationship didn't last that long. I didn't care too much for someone that did that. He had erectile problems when he drank and took drugs.

For the three times that I was there and went to bed with him I waited to he passed out and got up quietly and drove home. I could not stand the smell, It made me gag. I could not stay there.

One night he was driving me home it was a very eerie experience. As he drove up the side of the mountain you could see the houses and farm below. It was a very crisp cold and clear night. It was around midnight or just before. I looked up and saw a spaceship. It was a saucer type. I wiped my eyes several times and I was fully awake and I was not drinking or smoking anything. I looked at this light in the truck and figured out that they weren't reflection off the window. The lights that I saw were in a straight line and there were yellows, blues and reds.I never told anybody about it for fear that they would think I was crazy or nuts. I know what I saw and it wasn't an airplane--they wouldn't be able to hover near the mountain that close and it would have been that big to block the view of the farms and houses below the mountain. I was kind of afraid and my body kind of got frozen until we reached the four way at the top of the mountain. I kept looking at the dashboard lights and was hoping that was what I was seeing and not what I was thinking that I was seeing. They weren't in the same order or the same color as the lights that I was seeing.

I tried to break up with Larry but he didn't understand that I didn't want to see him anymore. Every time that he called on the phone I told Angie to tell him that I wasn't here. Finally I had to lie to him and tell him that I was getting married. Ha! He wanted to go to the wedding. Finally after a few weeks he got the message and stopped calling. I really do hope that he found the right person for him. I just know it wasn't me. After this fiasco I really didn't want to go anywhere or see anyone. I was so fed up with men that they could have lived on teh other side of the planet for all I cared.

The Next Morning

I made it home and guess who was in the living room. Yep, my daughter. The first thing that she said was "Where in hell have you been? Do you realize What time it is?" I felt like I was a teenager again. Strange how things can turn around like that. Hahahaha!

Anyway I went to bed and slept good until the next morning when I had to get up and take her to the mall where we meet with her dad and he takes her with him for the weekend.

I really hated those times. I wasn't upset that he wanted to see her and she wanted to see him so bad It was because of his actions towards me. He totally ignored me. I mean he doesn't talk to me nor does he look at me or anything. It's been like 20+ years and he still ignores me. He has spoken maybe 10 words to me in all that time. Even at our oldest daughter's wedding many years later he did the same thing. Oh we had pictures taken together as the original family, but that is the only time we had ever been

So I drop her off and go back home to an empty house. It doesn't sound as bad as that because I kind of like being alone sometimes. I had my two cats and took care of them and they took care of me. I would put wood in the fireplace and had a warm glow going through the house and curled up in front of the TV and watched movies. The good ole days....hmmmm.

You Just Crossed Over Into The Twilight Zone

The Singles Dances were once a week and I did go back the next week. This time I danced with someone that was just about 5 inches taller than I and I was kind of hoping that we would get to dating. I was looking for someone that wouldn't really tower over me all that much. I kind of envy those couples who are matched up almost the same size as their partner. So we danced and I was looking around the room as I always do--hey I am a people watcher.

I was kind of taken by surprise when he pulled me closer to him in a tigher grip than I was expecting. He told me that while I wasndancing with him that I was supposed to be focused on him only. We finished dancing and I did not go back to dance with him again. That kind of put me off, if you know what I mean.

I went to talk to Bruce again and he dared me to dance with a taller man that was dancing with another tall woman of dark hair. I couldn't do it at first. Bruce kept daring me and finally after abut three times I went and stood by this other man. I was scared stiff! I am always that way when going to places with more than three or four people. It's that stage fright thing again. I still have it to this day.

Anyway, he danced with me and then when the song was over he followed me to the table where I was sitting. We exchanged names and his name was Dennis Allen. <theme song from Twilight Zone and a Whisper From OZ> There was something about this man that peeked my interest and so I gave him my phone number and left it up to him if he wanted to call me or not.

A few days had passed and I thought to myself that eh, he isn't going to call me back. So I went on with being me and not expecting anything. The next evening Dennis calls me up. We talk and at the end we agree to meet at the next Singles Dance.

Tying Up Loose Ends

I wasn't done with Bruce yet though. We met again at the bar and he bought me free drinks again. This time I knew better and only had one! The next two were straight Cokes. The next thing that happened was a bit strange.

Some woman came and sat next to me at the bar and I thought that she knew Bruce. Well she did and then she looked at me and asked if I would be able to wake up next to Bruce everyday. I thought that was a strange thing to ask since I had only "dated" Bruce twice. That got me curious as to who she was and what relationship she had with Bruce.

So when we went out to his car, we didn't make out that night. I barraged him with lots of questions about this woman and who she was and what she had to do with him. I found out some interesting things. She was a friend of his that cared about him. He also told me something that floored me. He then told me that he was married and he was having difficulties in his marriage and was looking to get a divorce. Well, I never would have thought that. I never would have had sex with him either. Oh and this was not the first time this kind of thing has happened to me either. I don't know why or how I get lied to like that. I was just glad that I wasn't in too deep or had fallen for this guy.

So now I was done with him. He did make me a tape of songs though and to this day I dan't know where he is. I tried finding him only because he got Dennis and I hooked up and a good thing came of it and I wanted to thank him.

The Land Of Confusion

Moving on To Dennis

The next Singles Dance was around Mother's Day and Dennis and I hit it off real good. He was very nice, opened doors for me and walked me out to the car. We decided that we weren't done enjoying each others company and so we decided that we were going to meet at the nearby Denny's to grab a bit to eat. He had been busy all day and he was hungry. It was late and so we met at the Denny's down the street. That Denny's is now longer there either. Ahhh so much for memories and going back to the places that you had first really met.

We get there and I am nervous and all get out. We get a table and not a booth. So we order a big plate of french fries and heap lots of catsup on them. I kind of like mine on the side so I divided some for me on another plate. We stay way late and Dennis tries to embarrass me by telling me some stories that would embarrass a normal girl, but I wasn't that easy so I did it back to him. Flirting is fun!

We stayed so long after the place wanted to close we ended up going out to his car. We did not make out. I was fixed after the last guy. No more doing that for me. We talked and we talked and we talk some more. After they had turned off the outside lights I did something so out of the ordinary for me. I asked him to come to my place. I don't know why I did that because I had a 16 year old daughter at home. That was not the message that I wanted to give her. Though I was an adult and she a teen and I had to live life for myself and find a companion. I had not dated for 5 years and it was 7 years by the tine that I met Dennis.

Oh something else happened that was a total shock to me. One of the times that he met me at the Singles Dance we were talking and I asked him what he did and he said that he wasn't working at the moment but he was going to college. He had been laid off his job because of downsizing in the area. He was a Scout Counselor or something that was a paid position and they didn't need that position anymore. When he said that he didn't have a job I said,"That's OK." WHAT WAS I THINKING! He didn't have a job!! OMG and I was going to date him! Well things happen for reasons and will tell you what I thought in the next chapter.

When we got to the house I told him about Angie and that we needed to be quiet because she had school the next day and I had to go to work. Yes, I had a job and a very nice boss and it was a small company. I was the receptionist/secretary for a Civil Engineer. It was fun!

We got into bed and shocking to me he wanted to lay under the covers naked. Naked as jaybirds!! I wasn't sure what he was doing. I did mount him once and he was like a cold fish. So we talked all night. I mean talked all night. Every time that I was sliding into dreamland he would wake me up and we would talk some more. He would ask me questions like what was I looking for in a man and things like that. I played coy because I didn't want him to know everything about me just yet. I was playing the field as it is said. Every time I asked him he wouldn't give me a straight answer. Soon I just wanted to go to sleep. Time sure does fly when you are having fun! I heard Angie's alarm go off. Oh Crap! I hurried out to the lving room and I was trying to rush him out of the bedroom and out of the house before she saw him. Well that didn't happen like that. Angie was in the living room when he came out of the bedroom. OOOOPS!! How was I going to handle this one?

Angie was very cordial about the whole thing and just asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. He said, "Sure." She got dressed and went to walk to the bus stop. I was left there with him. After Angie left he told me that he was a virgin. He is 37 years old and a virgin!

Needless to say I did not go to work that day. I called in sick because I had not had a minute of sleep and I had lots of things on my mind. I felt guilty about mounting him and then him telling me that he was a virgin. I felt so bad and that I was pushing the issue of sex before it's time. I really didn't know what to think about him wanting to get under the covers totally naked. I was totally confused. Too many mixed signals.

The Answer to the Whispers From Oz Referrence

My initials from my first marriage was DKA. My intials from Bruce would have been DKA. My initials from Dennis---DKA. But did we ever .................

Tune in for the next chapter and you will find out just what happened with him.

Jul 23, 2011

Whispers From OZ -Chapter 8

By Lady Guinevere

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Rock Bottom

After learning that I didn't have a job and would be making no money and bringing in no income I called Welfare and went to them and did all their paperwork and all that stuff.

I had to copy my checkbook and give them a copy of it. I also had to give them copies of my employment checks and the letter that I got from the lawyer. So I did all this. Then I get a call telling me that they are going after my ex for child support and custody. I told them that I didn't want to do that. My reason, and I didn't tell them this, was because we had Joint Custody of both girls and my oldest decided to stay with her father and the youngest with me. I couldn't afford child support or anything like that and he knew that much so I didn't pay for anything for my oldest that lived with him. He paid me by check every two weeks and never missed a check so that I could have things for our youngest. Going after him would be the worst thing for our daughter. It would mean delayed checks and all kinds of things. Not to mention a more stressful situation between my ex and I. He called me with the information about them sending him a letter saying that they were going to go after him for child support. He was ticked and he blamed me for it and I had nothing to do with it.

I called them and explained that I did NOT want Child Support from him and that they are NOT to go after him. I had to sign a bunch of papers to have that set in place.

A few days later I get a letter in the mail from the Welfare Department. They denied me anything because I made (and this is the honest truth) because I made exactly $1.00--one whole dollar over the poverty level. That just blew me away! I was allowed to make just $400.00 per month to be able to get on their Welfare plan. Even then no one could afford an apartment when the going rate was $600 plus and then where would the food and utilities come from---the air!! Give me a break! I did get a medical card for my daughter though and all prescriptions for her were $1.00.

She decided to go back and live with her father, leaving me there all lone. Well I had my cat and her daughter and another cat that needed constant attention because of a condition he had.

It took me all of a few days to finally sit down in my comfy over stuffed chair.........................................................and I sat there and didn't hear, see, touch anything or even get up to go to the bathroom.....................I sat there for days. I didn't cry................ I didn't think................. I didn't feel.........I didn't eat or drink.......................I didn't do anything. I just sat there.....................................The downward spiral of what I called my life finally ended.........................................and I hit my lowest part of my life that I could ever imagine...........Rock Bottom.

When you finally hit that in your life, it's not like you have ever expected--if you ever expect to hit it al all. I thought that I hit rock bottom a few times in my life before this, but you really never know what it is until you really hit it. They were never near this.

It's quiet down there. You are alone and it is lonely down there. The night is not even close to how dark it is in that hole. At least in the night there are stars to light it up but not in the hole. The first few hours, it's kind of nice to be there with all the quietness and it kind of feels serene and calm. You kind of want to stay there all of your life because there is no interaction with others. No one to tick off and certainly no one to tick you off or abuse you anymore. Time is nothing. means nothing in that hole and hours could seem like a minutes or vice versa. For me it was days. I didn't ever want to come out of the hole and the darkness. I liked it there. No one could touch me or harm me or accuse me of things that I didn't do nor could they ignore me and play emotional games with me.

And then......................................................

Whispers From OZ

Then there was a light--a tiny spark of a light. I heard a voice and the voice was familiar. Closer he came to me and closer did the light that he brought with him. He got right up to my face and he said............................................."Everything is going to be OK."

I don't remember if we talked about anything else, but I know that he took my hand and we walked, with that light he had, out of that hole that I was in. He was careful not to blind me with that light. He left me sitting in the chair and as I woke up or came out of my whatever, I watched him walking with that light he had and he blended with a bigger, brighter light as he faded out of my sight.

He never once asked me, the last time I saw him nor this time, what religion I was or if I believed in him or the Devil, or God or His Father. He never spoke to me in a jealous or condescending manner nor did he ever say that his way was the only way. He didn't admonish me for bad behavior or thoughts or even if I committed any sins. None of that mattered to him. He was just total and unconditional love.....and again,,,,just as the first time I met him,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,there is no describing it here on this earth....and nothing can compare to that love. There just isn't anything to describe it with.

Everything that I go through -or anyone else- has a purpose...and everyone and every living thing are from the same place and and we all are connected..There is another world that we all belong too and it has a purpose. This world has a purpose. Religion has a purpose but it has no connection to the real God or Jesus or the Devil or Satan. I mean he doesn't ask you if you belong to one or the other or any at all. It doesn't matter to him. He isn't scary and doesn't want you to be scared. He isn't controlling and he doesnt' tell you to be that way. He is total love and that is what he wants people to know. This I know from being and hearing the Whispers From Oz. It is not Satan or the Devil and anything that we choose to go through from OZ is not evil or good--it just is............................................and "Everything is going to be OK."

Only Way To Go

Now that I am back in the living world a thought comes to mind....................I have hit my bottom and now the only way to go is up.

I manage to get myself up out of the chair and my cats are very hungry and I go to the kitchen to fill up their dishes and apologize to them for not taking care of them. As I am doing this I get a whiff of some awful smell............ah....the litter box needs a good cleaning out.

After taking care of my pets, my body begins to send me signals---------the first---

I gotta peeeeeeeeeee!!! Wow that felt good to relief myself! Another signal makes it through-------------

oh------------ahhhaaaa,

Drink and food. I go to the kitchen and make me some coffee and eat something. My body is becoming more awake and appreciative of me. Now it is time to take a long, hot shower.

I get all cleaned up and come out and sit in that chair again.

Nope I didn't phase out or go back into that hole. I asked right out loud to God or whomever would listen to me--and there are people who listen to you all the time--------------- How do I get out of this mess?

A few minutes later I pick up the phone book. It was almost brought to me as it fell off the shelf. Not kidding here people!!! They do listen and you have to ask them out loud and not in a whisper or a prayer or silently---do and say it out loud as if they were right in front of you because nine times out of ten that is exactly where they are.

When I pick it up I start flipping though pages. I just so happen to stop at a place and I didn't know what it is or who they are.

It says DHHR----Department of Health and Human Resources. I had no idea what they were all about and it had nothing to do with the Welfare Department. So I call the number and ask them to help me. The lady on the other end explains to me about a new program they have called Displaced Homemakers. It is for those women who have gone through a divorce who were the homemaker in the house. It is for those who have children and for those women who want to get an education and get into the working world. She told me that they pay for food and transportation cost and also the whole educational program. There are two such programs. One is a two year program and the other is 18 moths for those who want to get into the job market sooner. The shorter ones were for Office Technology programs with certificates in things like Medical and Legal Secretary studies. I chose the medical because I have always wanted to be a nurse but never got there.

So I was on my way up and it felt good to have some control over my life for once. I was in charge of what I did and didn't do and who i was with and not with. Oh I was totally against men and never dated for 5 years after my divorce. More on that later..

Moving On Up

My daughter moves back in with me. I am going to school and getting super grades. Things were going great!

I was having fun and I didn't need a man to help me or be ther for me. Life was great!

School would start a 8 in he morning and be open until 10 at night. That was great because I always took my daughter and two of her friends that lived next door to school and then I would go on to my classes.

Most of my classes were in Microsoft Windows--Windows 98 at the time. I knew all about those programs already so I breezed right through them.

The problems I had were with the typing. I took that in High School and could only do 40 wpm. Surely I thought with doing all the other classes and doing typing throughout the years that my typing would have gotten faster---------not a chance! No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get past 45 wpm. I am not a typist. Now watching my daughters type--wow is all I can say!! Funny too as everyone else in my family can bowl--but I can't do that either!

I really needed a job and I was talking to the lady at the Post Office where I get my mail. She told me that her husband needed a receptionist. That was great!! I got the job and I loved the work. I stayed there for 2 1/2 years.

Ut-Oh

As everything was getting better my car was getting worse. I had it in the shop three times and they still couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. They had put in a used engine and my ex paid for that. That was nice of him. The shop was an hour away and I had to keep taking it back there. So I didn't have another car or a friend that could drive me that and pick me up and so forth I ended up staying at the shop for a whole day each time. What a waste of time that was. While this was going on I had to make up time that I missed in school. I also had my job. At the beginning it was part time. I would take the kids to school, got to my school at the other end of town, then go to my job and then back to school again and not get home until like 8 at night. I can remember me falling asleep on the couch, in front of the television, sitting straight up and my head propped up on my hand. My daughter would come out when she went to bed to tell me to go to bed. In the morning she would have to come and get me out of the bed after the alarm clock still on for about 10 minutes. Wow, those were hard times!! I did it though and got on the Dean's List for accomplishments and passing all my courses with high marks!!

The last time I took my car to the shop was on Valentine's Day and my parent's came and took me. That would have been great only we had a snow storm that day and they weren't calling for any snow. It was a bad trip back home.

The next week my car died again and instead of taking it back to the shop, my parent's met me at the dealership to get a new or used car and trade mine in. It was getting ridiculous. I didn't have to pay for anything at that shop, but the time that I could have been doing something else and my parent's wouldn't have had to do lots of driving and we wouldn't have had to drive in the snow. It was blizzard like conditions.

So they met me at the dealership and I looked and we talked about what kind of car I was going to get. We looked at mini trucks and cars and all sorts of vehicles. I wanted a truck for where I was located, on this mountain. What I got was a little, red, Toyota Tercel. That was great. I needed to ask my boss for a raise because I now had a car payment. It was not smooth sailing though with my mother. She is a control-freak and has to be in control of everything and she trusts no-one. We had a really bad arguments over my dad and her paying for the down-payment on the car. She was assuming that I was not going to be making all the payments and that they didn't really want to be responsible if I had. I had a job, I have always paid my debts, yet this woman gives me grief all the time--non trusting and she ticks me off. Hence why we do not get along!! I can stand about 15 minutes with her and then she goes off on tangents again.

Little Red

Things were pretty good now that I had a brand new car. I had given her a name too- "Little Red". Oh and the car wasn't even 6 months old and I was already in an accident. It wasn't my fault either, but my hood got bent in half and I couldn't see out of the front window.

I was taking the girls to school and then going to work when this women in a truck was backing up. There was a big turn and I was on one side and she on the other. I was coming up a hill and on a dirt road it is hard to know where you are going if going backwards.

Anyway she kept baking up and the girls and I were getting worried and wondering what the heck she was doing--backing up. I kept beeping my horn and backing up down the hill. Scary thought there!! She kept coming and coming and coming and I didn't have anywhere to go and I kept beeping and beeping.

Then......................crash.......................she had back up right into me. The girls and I just looked at each other and looked at the truck and it took a few minutes for this lady to get out of her truck. Seriously, we couldn't understand why she didn't hear our horn and she kept backing up.

She got out and said that she was sorry and we exchanged insurance information. She said that she thought the beeping was far away and didn't know that I was behind her. OOOKay....the girls and I kind of just looked at each other again. The good thing was that she paid for all the damages out of her pocket. But my new car.....it was not new anymore.

We had some funny things happen with that car and my daughter and her friends........well they weren't funny at the time--more like a shock!

One day as we were all getting ready to leave the house, My daughter's friends were outside getting ready to get into the car. I had it running so that it would be warm when we got into it. My daughter went out of the house a few minutes before me and she was yelling something. I got to the door to see what was going on and her friend was halfway inside the car and halfway out of the car and Little Red was rolling towards the house. She was trying to stop it by trying to get inside a rolling car and reaching the brakes. At this time in front of the house was a pile of logs for firewood. I just stopped in my tracks and kind of yelled, "What are you doing to my car!"

Well when the car hit the logs it stopped and nothing was damaged. My daughter's friend told me that it just started to roll down the driveway. My daughter was in shock and so was I. We couldn't believe what was happening! It was like a slow motion movie. I promptly took the car to the dealer the next day to check out the brakes. What I found out was the emergency break was too loose and they fixed it. They said it must have been when I had the accident and things got messed up. Since the accident didn't do anything to the interior of the car they never thought to check the emergency brake.

Another day I went out to start my car to get it warm, I accidentally locked the keys inside--while it was still running mind you!! Boy did I feel stupid that day. I got my daughter's friend's dad to help me get into my car with a coat hanger. It took us an hour and a half to get the window down far enough that I could stick my arm in the car to roll down the window and unlock the door. The button to unlock the car was flush up against the door so burglars couldn't get inside after you locked it. LOL

Looking back now, it seems sooo funny!! You got to laugh at your mistakes! It was hilarius what we went through with that car. It was the best car I ever had. If I had a choice and the money I would get that kind of car again!

I could go over those potholes on my dirt road like nothing else. Since the car didn't weigh much I would sort of hydroplane over the potholes. In the winter though I would put two bags of pea gravel on the floor in the back to give it weight when driving on snow.

One year it snowed so bad that I dug myself out the night before and the next morning, it had looked like I didn't do a thing. I called in to work and told them that I couldn't make it out. Well the one boss told me that I had to come in to work. I don't know why because I worked for a land surveyor and they couldn't work in the snow--not that deep that is. It was 3 feet deep. I would be just sitting there wasting their money. This company who I worked with was losing money and I was trying to save them money and the real boss kind of knew that. He was embezzled by one person and then was also being hoodwinked by another.Of course at the time I didn't know this. At any rate, I told them the only way that I was going in was if they came and got me and if they did that then they would have to take me to the store to get essentials because we were expecting more snow and I wouldn't be coming in. Hey, an hour later---it only took 1/2 hour without the snow to get to my house--they show up in a truck. Another co-worker comes with him because instead of this boss's truck getting dirty he had to get this other employees truck dirty. It took them over an hour to dig me out so that I could just walk out to the end of the driveway. It was ridiculous. They did take me to the store on the way home and I was out for that whole week and no one said a word. They knew when my road gets bad and I tell them that I can't come in--that means I can't come in.

Get Out Of The House!

It had been 5 years and I wasn't worried about dating anyone. Heck I still dis-liked men. In all those times that I went through that Rebuilding Book, it said about getting over a relationship breakup or loosing someone anywhere from 2 - 5 years and I was giving myself plenty of time to heal.

My daughter was playing emotional tennis with her father and I. She would come live with me for 6 months and then go live with her father for 6 months and then back to me. Each time she did this she would tell little secrets and the bad things that each had done to her while there. She was a very good manipulator to get what she wanted. I was getting pretty tired of this and it was hurting me more and more. Each time she moved out and went to her father's my heart was being ripped out yet again. It already hurt like hell that my oldest decided to live with her father and she never once came to visit me while she lived with her father. It rips your very heart out. So I sat down with her and I told her that I can't do this anymore. It was her father or me. Oh her father poured on the stuff on her to get her to live with him--promising her everything and I knew it was just empty words he was telling her. I just told her that I couldn't give her things but what I could give her was all the love that she deserved and could ever want. I told her that it was up to her and her decision and that I wouldn't push her. Sure I wanted her with me. AT least I could have one of my daughters and that is the way that it should be, but I didn't say a word. She kept asking me and I kept telling her that Yes, I would like for her to stay, but it was still her decision and hers alone.

She decided to stay with me. It wasn't easy either. I don't know what was wrong wit her and everytime that I would get close to her she would up and go into her bedroom and slam the door. I finally had enough and took her to a psychologist. I was at my wit's end and ready to pull my hair out. Talk about stress! Well she wouldn't talk to them either. She would go into the room with them and shut up. Finally I just told her right to her face----Hey I cannot fix anything if you don't tell me what it is that I am doing wrong! I told her that I couldn't read her mind. Finally she opened up a bit--jut a bit, but it was workable.

Things weren't getting anywhere and I did something that was odd for me. I called one of those Psychics. Now don't think me weird or anything and I know the money traps they can get you into--been there done that one in Florida and was almost wiped out of money by her. What a crock and waste of time, energy and money! Anyway the lady on the other end didn't tell me anything that I couldn't have figured out myself----it was a Whisper From OZ---------I didn't see it and had to be told in some way and this was the way..........

She said, she didn't care where it was or how I did it, but that I had to Get Out Of The House.

Funny thing too with that. I was reading the newspaper the next day and in it was an event for a Valentine's Day Dance for Singles in the area. I called them and got the information and directions..........................and I shall tell you what happened with that in.................... Chapter 9.....................when I have it written.........

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