Lights, Action,, Reality

My quiet afternoon was split wide open by sirens, and helicopters, At the same time, my sense of safety was shattered. 

It seems the Charleston county sheriffs department was doing a courtesy call for the North Charleston Police by serving a warrant.

The reciever was not really pleased about the whole thing, told the Officer so, then shot him in the ankle to make sure he understood his point. 

the officer understood and returned fire. Several Times. He is  in MUSC,I hope recovering. That part of the news is not released as yet. His partner, however decided this would be a good time to take a walk in the neighborhood, went poof! out the backdoor. Now me, not being of a criminal mind, Me I think this was incredibly not smart with dozens of police cars, ambulances, rescues squads streaming towards your house. But understand that is just me. 

Apparently the police thought so to, because hey took off after him and even called I the helicopter to search for him. His stroll was cut considerably short and he will spend this afternoon at least in a very different place. The neighborhood quieted down, but the police are

still at the house,probably searching and doing whatever else it is police do after such an incident. 

The officer will be fine. I don't know bout the perpetrator. 

But I hope he will be OK as well.

I am telling this in a kind of tongue and cheek writing but the fact is, as it was occurring We were quite nervous. I live in a very quiet neighborhood. Safe for kids, and all.

I was shocked and surprised something like this could happen so quickly. In MY neighborhood>

Yes, In my neighborhood. Why not? 

There are no safe neighborhoods anymore. Are you safe.

Does your child have detectors at his school?

What happened to nice quiet neighborhoods? they are gone forever. 

More so then ever before I realize how the world is invading our personal space. I always thought things like this only happen in "other" neighborhoods. ghettos, bad areas where drugs are sold on a regular basis.  

No such other neighborhood anymore. It might just be next door. 

I wasn't frightened for me, I kept thinking that to protect Tasha I would do this and that. Tasha quietly sat next to me and played with her computer while Nanny fretted. 

I calmed down finally, and prayed for all involved and for me and my family. 

We are so sheltered, this was in retrospect a minor incident in the realm of police business but to me it was a major awakening. 

It was a realization that my world was not safe. The Bible tells me to be of the world not in it. I have tried always to follow that. Now I pray for the Lord to make me aware of the goings on around me. For me to be aware that things do occur and mostly to pray for those where this is not an isolated incident but an everyday occurrence.  

I watch Tasha as she runs out to play in the yard now and I pray that the kids who cannot do this, be safe.

And you, be safe to.

Help! Blogger lost my friends!

Yesterday morning I for the first time in 5, yes 5! days, can you believe it? Well anyway halfway through the day I actually felt like getting on the computer. I did I  fired up the old HP and started checking face book and email, and stuff. The last place I always go to check is here. Just to see if anyone has been by. That is why I have that live track thing down on the side. It amazes me that people from places like New Delhi,India actually come by here and more then once. I feel very humble.

But Yesterday, I went into shock and had to almost be sent to the hospital. I had lost two followers.!

Not only had I lost two, but the two who had been with me the longest!

Now, those who have hundreds of followers or 63, Will think Whats the big deal?, but me the people who follow me are special. 

I don't follow peoples' blogs just to follow them, I know some people have the You follow me I'll follow you thing going on. But me, I follow blogs that have touched me, or teach me, or ones that just plain make me laugh. And I follow each of my followers blogs some really make my day, some are like friends and when they don't blog I worry, some are purely entertaining. All are like visiting old friends and chatting.

So Generally I used to grab a drink a coke, coffee, hot apple cider all of which are out lawed now

sit down and read and read and read. I am learning now how to comment.

I used to think, who'd want to hear from me? But I have learned how good comments make me feel so I do try to now.

It's nice to know someone read your blog and liked it or disliked it even enough to say something. 

Anyway  back to the reason for this blog, I panicked then I went to their blogs and noticed my name wasn't their either now I am really upset because I am thinking they stopped following me because they thought  I stopped following them and now they are insulted. 

OK so I have always been melodramatic on some things. I am far from a drama queen I promise. If you don't believe me, meet my sister. 

So I shot off notes to both of them I didn't!!! and they calmly wrote back, Whats going on? so I researched and found the Blogger glitch:

Hey folks, 
You may have noticed the number of your public Followers has decreased 
over the last few hours. We are in the process of integrating with 
Friend Connect. 
There is small set of users that already use both Blogger Following 
and Friend Connect. To avoid linking the profiles of Blogger and 
Friend Connect users without their permission, we have set these users 
to "anonymous". They are still following privately and will able to 
make themselves public again. 
With the official launch of the Friend Connect integration, we will 
communicate with the affected users to encourage them to reset their 
relationship to public. To reiterate, the number of Followers has not 
changed, and we believe that the launch will improve the visibility of 
your blog and community. We will post more details on Blogger Buzz and 
here as the launch approaches. 
Thanks for your patience, 
Gatsby 
The Blogger Team

Aren't they calm and matter fact about it?

But I felt better knowing it wasn't my fault. I hadn't offended anyone. Everyone was still my friends. 

:)

It is funny how little things throw you day. I remember a Twilight Zone episode where aliens made the lights go off. Everyone thought because there wasn't any power the world was coming to an end.There was pandemonium We expect things to be the same everyday. We expect to turn the lights on and for them to come on. We expect to sign on the computer and  everything be as it was.

We don't handle change to well. But the good news is, change soon becomes the norm and everything is as it should be. 

okay I'm calm now. Really! I am......

sigh.........

Just a Sunday Note

I have been MIA for a few days because of illness.  I can think of more embarressing things then getting sick at work, but not many.  All I could say was I am sorry over and over miserably.  I hate things like that.

I hurt all over, could barely walk but made it home and because I was so scared I woke up my daughter who having gone through the diabetes thing for years recognize the fact my sugar was probably sky high. it was the first time it was over 300  the second time it was 200,

It was scary for me, but now it's over. I will go back to work to morrow a little embarrassed, and everyone will remind me what happened by asking me how I am. 

OK.

All I knew was I wasn't feeling really well. I didn't have any hint how badly I was really going to be.

Life changes in an instant on us. I could just as well  had had a stroke or gone into a coma without warning.

When the doctor told me a month ago he thought I had diabetes, it made sense. Both my parents had it, both my grandparents had it not to mention a sibling or two.  But I put it in the back of my mind and didn't think about it. Not even after I was warned.

I have been wearing red for heart month, but diabetes and BP are also part of the heart thing.

So if you have not been checked lately pls do it now. Even if you think it is not going to happen  to you. Be safe.

Oh my goodness, Tasha is Three!!!

Tuesdays are a good day. For one thing, I am off on Tuesdays.  it's not the middle of the week or the end, so it is a  day sandwiched in between Monday and Wednesday. I am off on Tuesdays. 

This Tuesday is Tasha's birthday. She is three. 

Her mother has planned her party for Saturday, and it will be a grand party with cupcakes, ice cream and the like. Plus presents, lots of presents.

I look at this three year old and I am struck by the fact a few weeks ago she was a baby and now is a little girl. 

She was sitting at the computer the other day and told me she needed to check her email. 

I smiled.  Some days she is so precocious, I would be surprised if she really did have email.

Her mother was different at that age. Much quieter.  She had a two year old sister whom she adored, they became inseparable from the point they laid eyes on each other, with Sharon being the leader and Denise the follower. Denise read, sat at my feet and played quietly. Never got into anything. It was a good thing she was not first, she would have lulled me into a false sense of security about toddlers. 

Sharon had the stronger personality, brought on by having to fight harder to live, both were born with congenital heart defects Sharon's was the worse of the two. Though we tried not to limit her or treat her different, she limited herself. She knew her body couldn't do what others did.

So Sharon demanded, Denise complied. Eric and Sharon fought, Denise was the peacemaker.

any reason she suffers from middle child syndrome? Struck between two strong personalities.

We adopted Eric when he was 6 weeks old, new to the world and already screaming mad. 

After a few weeks he was calm, serene and happy.

At age three he was a explorer. He explored, discovered new things, wanted to try experiments, and had an adventurous spirit. Questioning. Why do things work?

Three children. three different personalities, three different ways to be three. and now Tasha has shown us the fourth. 3 years old going on 40. Wise, self sufficient, motivated.

she is a little old lady. She cleans. (pretend) She talks to friends on the phone, Has a picky appetites. And she is very self reliant. If she wants juice and I tell her to wait a minute, she goes to the refrigerator and brings me the juice. She HAS to watch Barney. No if ands or buts. She simply has to. "Don't you see Nanny?"

I do

Happy Birthday Tasha. 

Brave New World

Tasha has a new love. Where most of us at age three only cared about our backyards, Tasha has

 decided she wants to see the world.

I was thinking the other day about children's imaginations. Where do they go? At what age do we face the ultimate reality and no longer believe we can do whatever it is we want to do?

We even look at our children and are cynical. What fun dreams they have, they'll never happen. But dream on.Why won't it happen? 

I am sure President Obama mother laughed when he told her he was going to be president. When he was three, possibility of his even being president of his class was not possible much less the USA. But he followed his dream and he won. 

What was your dream as a child? Being it is Valentines day, remember our knight in shining armor? He was going to sweep you off your feet and live happily ever after. What happened to Happily ever after. 

We told our kids they could be whatever they wanted to be. And in our hearts we said, just find Good job I'll be happy. So they did. Now they are telling a new generation of kids what? 

You CAN be whatever you want to be, our kids can and so can we. 

I read about a 85 year old women who went to high school and college. I though How silly, why at 85...she finished her dream. And , in the end, isn't that all that counts.  Someone at work asked me what I was doing for Valentines day. They all know (for some reason) that I have been doing the online thing. He wanted to know if I had found any prospects. I airily waved my hand and said. 

"Naw, I don't believe in happy endings" 

I caught myself, and wondered why don't I believe in happy endings? I just stopped at some point in my life and decided that I was not going to. I was going to protect myself from everyone and live in my cocoon. 

But what is life without dreams? What is tomorrow without hope of a better day?

What is tonight if not a promise of tomorrow? 

As a child of God I am supposed to look to Him for my tomorrow's for the fulfillment of  my dreams, but if I don't believe how can He work?

When I was a child I wanted to be the first women pilot. I loved aircraft carriers. I still do. I wanted to be in the Navy, other family members were why couldn't I?

My grandmother and mother laughed at me. 

My dad told me I was silly. Only men can be pilots women cooked in the navy, that's all. The first women  pilot became a pilot around the time I had my first child.  And yes, I believe I could have done it. 

So tonight's is a night of dreams. Dreams of love. Maybe you are not with your dream man, but you could be. because who's to say the one you are with is not?

What are you looking for? any way,  you know what? He is  your dream  tonight. 

And if you are alone, you are your own valentine. Who is more special then you are to spend the night with. 

I hope you are going to theThe Girls Night Out  just to have fun with the girls.

Whatever you do, remember dreams are what you make it. Remember what you dreamt at 12? Dream it tonight. It's not to late.

Signing off now, leaving a view of Natasha's Big Ride As she rides into the sunset on her bike. She is going to Walmart, and Target to do some shopping. She has dreams for today.  

she is headed into a Brave new world. So are you, and so am I.

nanny is going to work on her dreams for tomorrow. I hope you have a:

Happy Valentines day. 

Easy Riders

OOPS, What did we forget?

It has been sunny in Charleston for the last few days. Sunny with temps in the 70's. You could easily get fooled into thinking it was April not February. I think we did just that.  Well  I did.

Tasha, got to play in her back yard for a couple of days. She is happy.

Watching her grow into a three year old has been astounding. One day she was two, a little baby fat, baby features: then it seemed I looked up and she was a little girl with little girl features. 

I remember her mother did the same thing to me, went from baby to little girl in one step. 

Tasha's planning her birthday party. She told me today, she wanted candles, birthday cake and chocolate ice cream. 

She very seriously gave me the instructions for her birthday, for good measure she repeated it several times during the day. 

Then she let it drop, safe and secure in the knowledge Nanny and mommy were going to take care of things. 

So we shall.

It is nice to be young and be secure isn't it?Some days I would love to be 3 again, Today is one of them.

I was on the computer earlier when everything went black. 

Now Denise and I have for the last few day been trying to remember what bill we didn't pay this month. We knew we forgot something....it nagged us.

We usually sit down and figure who owes what, put it together mark on the bill paying book when it's due she takes care of some I do others. 

But with my broken rib, her training for Manager, Tasha being ill with a cold we blew it. The last six weeks have been hectic. 

So I was on the puter, she was behind me and everything went dark and quiet. Power failure?

Then we heard a truck in our driveway, pulling out. SCE&G. South Carolina Electric and Power. 

No, That couldn't be what we forgot, could  it?

Well, yes it could. And so it was.

I called to see how much we needed, got the amount then we accessed how much we had in the emergency fund. 

We had $100.00 cash (so we are poor, we have a Small emergency fund, this blog is called starting over, remember?)

Plus this morning we found out we had 53.00 on the debit card we didn't know we had...so we were  only 25 dollars short. 

Only.

My daughter has picked up many habits from me, but the best one is saving change, we both do it. So at any given time you will find change in any drawer, jar,dish, bottle, in this house. Not to mention in the car. I, as a rule, will drop change in the door handle and the ashtray as neither of us smoke.

So we started gathering change up. 

Now it behooves me to mention, they came at 3:30 in the afternoon and we had until 5.

so we are, (picture this) madly dumping change on the kitchen counter, going from room to room . Emptying purses, coat pockets, baskets and jars cans, bottles . 

She starts counting and we are still  dollars short. Off again

On to the car, where we find the three dollars in pennies dimes and quarters in varies places.

We got it!

So on to food lion to put the change in the little machine that changes it to quarters, but do they have one? They don't carry it, we have to go to another store up the road.

where is it?

Over the hump. Just a piece.

OK. So over the hump we shall go. For those of you who live in the north, a hump is a hill in the road. South Carolina Lingo.

We got to where the store was supposed to be, at st rt 61 @ Bees ferry road (yes that is a road)

and no store. No store? Not a store in sight. 

What to do. We turned right because Wal mart was left and since I work there I knew it wasn't that way and went down, down, down looking for the store which was 3 miles away. 

Lets see, 3 miles from the food lion, and 3.5 miles up Bees Ferry Road equals up the road over the hump in South Carolina Lingo. 

Much like around the bend a piece in Virginia. 

Some days I really miss California. the language anyway.

We did get their headed for Interstate 526..(9 miles up the road) and the SCE&G plant.

Made it with 20 minutes to spare. 

Went inside. Stood in line. waited. Waited. made it. Phew!

Wait. The office doesn't take debit cards.

You don't?

Nope. got to take the money off.

ATM?

Nope

Where.?

there's a store up the road with a ATM 

Up the road a piece?

Yep

You close at 5?

Yep.

I'm not going to make it.

Well we tried. Up the road a piece for this one was 1 mile, but the ATM wouldn't take our card.

Why?

3.00 fee.

Called SCE&G to see if we have an extension because of the problem.

Nope.

What can I do?

Well you could pay by phone and call us with the authorization number you have until 6.

any reason the clerk didn't tell me?

nope

OK, Well that is to easy. Must be a catch, but we tried it. 

Wait, we left the bill and the phone number at home. Back we go got the bill and the number went to a pay phone because home phones don't work without power and cell phone is beeping...

Pay phones still do exist, thank heavens. We called did the press one for...routine

and paid the bill...

Came home and collapsed. Power was restored happily at 8:10 pm

Played with Tasha who, in the meantime, has been as good as gold all night. Who told us...Again

Not to forget her birthday, she wants cake and chocolate ice cream with candles. 

Now she looks a little worried.

Does she understand more then we think?

We won't forget your Birthday Darlin and I promise you the electric bill is top of my list next month. 

You know, they really do turn you off.

 Turns out by the way, they called us and left a message on voice mail, which we never check becasue of Cell phones. Note to self. CHECK VOICE MAIL.

But Yes, I still love Charleston, Now where is that phone bill???

 

Simple Saturday

As you know I have been on the Match.Com trail searching for the perfect mate. Everyday match sends me matches that are perfect for me. 

Now forgive me if I am to picky, but i  just can't see myself happy with a 65 year old gentleman who calls himself Whoohoofun or a 56 year old man called leprechaun. I did email a gentle called Daniel Island guy, not original but still, a little more down to earth. 

I'm still looking.

Cast of Characters

 I was cleaning up the backroom, and fussing at my messy people when I came upon a jacket that had been sitting there for at least a month. I had left it there for the owner to claim, putting it in lost and found is like condemning it to a black hole. With so many items they may never find it.

But I was angry, so  I picked it up with the sole intention taking it to the front, but it felt heavy. Something was in the pocket. I reached in and found...........Now don't laugh to hard......My cell phone. 

My daughter had lent me her jacket a while back, and I had it in my head it was red and a different style. Since I had been fussing the whole time, I turned around hoping no one was behind me and came face to face with my friend and co worker Sabrina. 

I sheepishly told her the jacket was my daughter's, and hard as she tried not to break out laughing at her boss, she couldn't help it. 

Then she told me I was definitely one of the Characters of her life. She walked away still laughing, trying to walk straight, to my satisfaction, trying to make it to the restroom while laughing so hard. 

You have to take your revenge where you find it. 

Sabrina moved down here to be closer to her online boyfriend who lives in Ashville, NC. She is from Missouri so Charleston is a very different envoirment for her.

We had talked about people in our lives, she believes souls travel in groups and every one you meet today you met in a past life. 

I don't believe in reincarnation, but I do believe there is a path that we follow and everyone we meet is supposed to be in our lives if for a second or a moment or years. 

I believe God directs that path solely. 

but when I look back I see what I call the cast of characters who have impacted my life for a minute and moved on. Much like a fiction book. I am going down a path and in a second I am headed down another one solely by the chance meeting of someone. 

My fourth grade teacher was one of my Characters, I hated school, I didn't want to be their, Ididn't like to study and my home life was less then perfect. My grandmother after working hard didn't have the time to help me with anything, so I gave up. Mrs. Mitchel helped me pass fourth grade by making me stay after school and tutoring me. I still don't have a grasp for math, especially the new mat but I can wiggle my way through life with a pencil and paper in my hand. 

My Dad chased wine women and song. He was a "preacher" but one out for the green. He would whiz in and out of my life always with a new women, Always broke. A character in your life can teach you how not to live as well. 

My 9Th grade English/history teacher who gave me a love and understanding for history. So much so I went to college to become a History and English teacher. 

My next door neighbor in California who lead me to Christ and became my closest friend for the last 25 years. She moved east first, I followed and we found ourselves to be neighbors again on the east coast. 

The lady who had five kids when I met her, they came over to my house every  Wednesday, the kids played we made dinner together until her laugh shattered she taught me strength, love and unconditional loyalty.

Her daughter who got me into Blogging

the friend from church who remains again a very close friend, who dropped everything and came to the hospital to sit with me when my daughter died. stayed by my side handled the funeral arrangements then helped me write thank you notes after.

She taught me unconditional love of a friend,

Then there are present and future characters in my cast of players. The wonderful lady who's blog I starting following simply because it was exactly what I wanted my blog to be

I still read her first. I still learn things. For instance how to share humor, how to encompass humor and seriousness together. How to share your heart. So a new Internet friend becomes a character in my life. I am sure for a moment she thought I was stalking her, I showed up on Twitter and other places. She taught me where those places were, now I am addicted. Thanks Barb. :)

 Then there is the Assistant manager in Florida, the manager here who is understanding, and helpful  stopped me from walking out. Sabrina. New friends new people all the time. 

Peoples jobs are to impact other peoples lives. I think we are here to make a difference.

To be examples, You never know when you are called upon to be in someones Cast of Characters, and make a difference. 

That's a sobering thought.

And yes, Sabrina made it to the restroom, but it wasn't and easy trip for her. :)

of Choices, Disasters and Love

I love disaster movies. Hurricanes, Tornado's, Earthquakes, Bugs, you name it I watch them. I once spent a whole weekend watching Sci Fi  channel's disaster special. It had the attack of every bug you could think of, and then some. 

If you watch as many as I have you begin to realize how predictable they are. There is always the person (the star usually) who discovers the problem and tries to warn the president or someone that the problem is coming. 

The big guy of course doesn't want to spend the money or panic the world so he denies it and goes on. Then there is the guy or gal who believes in the good guy because they are in love, usually married separated or dating and separated, because the whole idea of the movie is for them to realize they are really in love and need to reunite. they always survive. You know that from the beginning, else how would they get back together. Oh yes, one has to save the other. Then of course there is the great great great aunt, cousin old friend or mother in law who stays in her home because its her home, dag nab it! and I ain't leavin.

Got the picture. OK open movie guide, insert title and there you have it! Your plot, your characters, just name your disaster. 

Isn't it to bad life isn't like that? I remember my grandmother  telling me one day, 

"Honey, the one that misses you is not the one to worry about,"  How true.

Life is full of choices. I have made many good, many more bad.But don't we all?

It would seem our minus usually outweigh our pluses, but if we look closely enough sometime good comes out of the minus', if only that we learned a hard lesson. 

My very first truly serious boyfriend was after I returned to California after college. He gave me a ticket on my way to work. Yes, he was a cop, uh er, police officer.

The next day, he stopped me because my rear tire was low. OK.

The third day he  stopped me because he didn't see my sticker, oops there it was.

The fourth day, I asked him why he was harassing me, and he said:

"Don't you know?' 

"Nope, can't imagine."

"Because we are going to get married."

"okay, well if that's the case I should probably know your name don't you think?"

And so started for me, the first great romance of my life. It still effects me today.

It's funny when I think, I wasn't scared at all. Back then, Policeman were authority figures, and you just weren't afraid of them.

But even then it took ten more stops, 10 days for him to convince me he was serious. 

On the last day he just said:

"Enough of this, time we went out."

I asked him where, and what he would do if I didn't go out with him, and he said San Francisco was where and he would arrest me until I said yes. 

I went. 

And so began I know the greatest relationship of my life, but two weeks before we were going to get marrieds, He was killed in a car accident while on duty. 

Choices.  If I had made any other choice, it would have cost me 15 months that I would not have traded for anything. My friend wrote a blog on about Choices, which makes a interesting commentary some of the choices we make.

The second choice I made a few months later was simply and purely rebounding. I tried to get out of it several times then gave in. I should have listened to my bells and whistles. We were married for 25 years, no abuse, or anything, just... nothing. 

Well I can't say nothing, three beautiful children, and that's where the good comes in, for even with bad choices, something good happens. This relationship still haunts my life, I still look for him in everyone. This makes my online dating experience a little harder and does not make it easy for the gentleman I am talking to. I need to stop this. I need to make my choices based on reality not past. I need to take my lumps, not creat my own disaster movie.

As my mother and the whole world says: 

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. 

And that, I believe is the story of all choices. 

Taking the plunge. signing up

I have a friend whom I think is psychic, but she laughs and says it is only coincidence. She posted a blog on early morning exercise last week just as Denise was starting to exercise at 4am. This week she did a blog on the subject of Online Dating. The same day 6 hours after I did mine. 

Zandria  has a regular feature on Blog Her, and she was responsible for my blogging in the first place. She came to visit us in Florida, it was the first time (yes really, I have lived a sheltered life) any way the first time I heard of blogging. I read hers and followed her for a minute, then read others,

I decided with our move to South Carolina, that would be a good time to start. 

Zandrias' blog  told me how to fill out the profile. I am not an exciting person, So how do I fill this out to make myself interesting?

Well the thought hit me, that I may be trying to hard. I don't want a relationship per Se, unless the right person comes along. I just want to go out and have fun with someone who has like interests. A friend. Is that possible in  this  medium?

And the options, Do I go to Christian Dating? Do I go to (God Forbid) Senior Dating? How old is senior? I thought that was 80 or 90. Well that does leave me out. 

I muddled through the first part, Of course I know my own description, and pretty much got through the second and third. But telling what I like , got a little difficult because I really don't know.

Another friend, who is also a blogger wrote a blog on Choices. It made me think a lot  about choices we made. She talks about soul mates, and love and making the ultimate decision. My two true loves, were ended one by death and one by my choice. A choice I have regretted for years.

I would like to include her blog, because it says so much, but I don't have permission to link her blog her. 

So now my adventure begins I am signed on to Match.com. Well almost. I am going o have my daughter help me sound exciting on the last page. So I start my search. 

Life, as we know it, definitely goes on. 

Internet Dating? What, Me?

I have been threatening for a few weeks to get back into the dating scene, I was talking to a young lady at work Thursday who told me, she didn't believe me.
What?
"you keep saying it" she said, "I think you are just talking,"
Well!
I told her I haven't met anyone to date so how could I?
"Where do you go to meet someone?" Miss Sabrina asked, eying me suspiciously
Well, I go to work, and home...I go to the store...I go to..Denny's to pick up my daughter...I furrowed my brow and thought really hard but she had me.
So I guess I won't start dating yet.
Now why I didn't see this coming I will never know, I should have been prepared knowing Sabrina as I do but she retorted..
"There's always the Internet, you are always on the computer."
Me?????At my Age??????? I have heard so many horror stories..
Now Sabrina has met the love of her life on the net, my daughters currant 1st place beau also on the net. My ex husband met his present wife and fortune on the net, need I go on? I guess its been proven. 

I've been out of work for a couple of days, with a broken rib and high blood pressures that stemmed from me taking 5 or 6 Motrin at time to stop the pain from  the Rib. the doctor called a halt to that and gave me one nice little pain pill called LorTab, guess what I am not feeling any more? and I hope my typing is making sense on top of that,

Anyway, In my time recuperating both in bed and on the sofa I have been thinking about this Internet thing. 

Today I have been searching some companies. I like the one where they have a 90 percent success rate. 

You are looking confused, because you are right they all claim that. 

So I am looking around. EHarmony looks to happy and picky they would probably reject me. 

Maybe I will just try Yahoo personals, at any rate I will keep you all informed in this new journey I am starting. Wish me luck.

A side note: My side bar is missing. I put out an APB on it and found it at the bottom of my page. I don't know if its on vacation or just trying to slip out the back door. I tried to sweet talk it back but it didn't move. I went to blogger help and they said wait a few days it may come back. Ok so I will.  Another mystery.