tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87157353447524674702024-11-01T07:31:49.758-04:00Just one of the many lonely peopleBleucrabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648921805935753872noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715735344752467470.post-28843759148369647272009-02-16T21:13:00.006-05:002009-02-17T19:22:46.651-05:00

Being a lover of kitchen gadgetry and matching sets; I had a cute little spaghetti set made by a popular plastic company. It consisted of a container for dried spaghetti, a strainer, a two pronged fork, and a bent pronged spoon-I called it the spaghetti thingy. All of the pieces were a dusty rose, which was a popular color in those days. I loved that set.One day I went to get my spaghetti thingy

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for all of the lonely hearts.

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While taking a stroll one fall afternoon, (yes I stroll, it is a little slower than walking and lets you take in all the handiwork on people’s front lawns in the spring and fall), I past by a man standing in his yard. He was elevated about four feet higher than me, due to a retaining wall between his yard and the sidewalk that I was on.I smiled at him and said, “Hello.”He smiled back and said, “

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Taking a long deep breath in through my nose, I let it slowly slip out through my lips. I gently close the door behind me and turn the dead bolt.A quick scan of my apartment reminds me of chores left undone from the night before. They may or may not get done this evening.I shed the tools that have helped me make it through the day; my purse, lunch box, water bottle, extra sweater, coat, hat,

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A Bouquet in a tea cup.

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Hope the lines and trees stay up where they belong.Looks like a spine holding up more than it's share.Bending, bending...Forced into an Arbor.It came down pretty hard on my way home.

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We all know of them, one way or another. You may have been or are being bullied right now. Or, you know someone who has been. More likely you just know the office bully or the bully in your child’s class. They are everywhere.I have been a victim of bullying a couple of times. As hard as it was to deal with as a child, I was not prepared for it as an adult.I ignored my bully co-worker and would

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With my need to share and connect with other lonely people, I started a Google group.I am hoping that it will become a welcoming safe place to share, express ourselves, and to get to know others like us.Stop by and take a look. Please leave some input; I would love to hear from you.

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The other day at the grocery store an older woman, nicely dressed, pushing a cart and eating a cookie, said to me, “Excuse me.”I answered, “Yes?”She proceeded to tell me a joke about a cookie. I think it was a, what did the cookie say to whomever, joke. I am terrible at remembering jokes. The punch line was something like, I am all crumby.I remember the joke was cute, and I did smile and laugh,

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In dealing with my loneliness and being alone so often I have looked for ways to keep busy. I have so many now; it is like a collection of stuff that hangs around. Crafts, games, books, and interests in general, pile up around my apartment and on my computer. Some forgotten and many I am very familiar with.I enjoy these distractions. I am busy and happy. I can delve into them and loose all track

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My friends the trees provide the dark backdrop that allows me to see the lazy snow. The little white pieces of art, dance in the breeze.

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Would you even notice me if you passed by me on the street? Maybe you would, but would look right through me, as we all seem to do to strangers. Perhaps if we were sitting next to each other or across from each other, our eyes might meet. Would you speak? Would you silently make a judgment of me? If we worked at the same place, would we be friends?Our boundaries are the universe. Two become one,

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The sun illuminates the kitchen window. A shadow, of steam rising from a pipe, on the roof of the building next door, dances lazily on the side of the refrigerator. The shadow resembles the shadow of rippled water being reflected onto an object. It is strangely just as soothing. The pipe is black, long, and thin, with a flip top; no doubt releasing steam and gases from some ones waste system.

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It changes shapes. Sometimes looking like a child with a white sheet on. Sometimes like a caterpillar cocoon. Sometimes almost invisible, due to the change in the light, or the direction of the wind.Flapping fast and furious. Almost to the top of that majestic tree. So un-natural looking. Will the wind rip it to shreds, trying to destroy it? Will it be up there forever?

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I am not much for having my picture taken at all; I think they all turn out horrible. Having it taken for my license is no different. Like most other people, I think they look bad.Well I now have the worst of the worst pictures. It has that look of a “women’s prison mug shot.” No, I haven’t been in prison, just seen a lot of mugs on the news. I have also lost some weight since the picture was

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Ever wanted to be a radio talk show host? Or maybe you just want to share with other like minded people in a live environment. BTR (Blog Talk Radio) is the perfect platform. It is easy to use, they have an advertising program and BTR is very popular. Check out some of the celebrities.

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This is just plain and simple silly fun!

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Draw like a pro or splash color like a child. No one will ever know.

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Record your own music, sounds, or your voice. Then mix them like the pros.

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Create your own wild and crazy screen savers or just play for hours with the many options.

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Create a person in 3D and create an atmosphere around it. Loads of free files, right down to the texture of skin.

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Build anything you want in 3D including sketching up projects to build in real. Excellent program for “drawing impaired” humans like myself.

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Cute little animation.

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A fun online game of skill.

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Recipe by Dr. Andrew WeilServes 4Ingredients1 large Butternut Winter Squash (about 2.5lbs) peeled, seeded, and cut into 2in pieces2 medium onions peeled and quartered2 cloves garlic peeled2 Granny Smith apples peeled, cored and quartered2 tbsp Olive Oil5 cups vegetable stock, or chicken stock, or water can be usedChili Powder and salt, to tastePreheat oven to 400 degreesPut all the vegetables on

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