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leaving with my friend for more chemo today..last day for a month…..joy, hope, God, prayers, and sadness walk among us there.
a light rain is washing off the earth this morning, leaves are letting go of their life and fluttering to the ground, blanketing my yard in yellows atop the green carpet. It feels good.
know a dog named Chemo……taking a friend today to chemo….met a lady who may need chemo…all are wonderful
The ‘protestors’ showing up in some major cities to complain, have used the word ‘occupy’…They’ve united in the word, but everything after that becomes a little messy in its interpretation.
The people protesting (for or against whatever or whoever) should take a good look at what occupy means……cause most of us think they should be protested upon for occupying. Those areas, sidewalk, parks, front steps, beaches, and street corners are owned by all and subject to fair use by all.
“To have, hold, or take as a separate space,possess, reside in or on, or claim”, part of the word definition occupy, is not what I have in mind as to what to do with my portion of the above. Now, they can use it for a little while, but I take a dim view of them camping on it, peeing on it, and trashing it, among other things.
The thing is, if I’m homeless, or loitering, or selling drugs, or drunk, on a normal, everyday day…….I am going to, sooner or later, get arrested. Even tho part of that open area is mine, I have to be good and ‘share’.
Another declaration of” “occupy’ is to be a resident of, a tenant of, or dwell in”. Now hold on…..I am a part of that description…..even tho I don’t use it 24/7. I don’t even monitor it. I don’t have a ‘list’ of people I allow….I pretty well say you can use it as long as you don’t abuse it! Aha!!!!
I bet there are homeless in Los Angeles that would take better care of my portion of the occupied territory, than some of those ‘occuppying’.
In fact I think the ‘occupiers’ are more in the description of “to take control and possession of, and to make one’s own”…..not nice, I repeat NOT NICE.
I understand your right to protest persons, places or things….(either proper or regular), however, do me a favor and do it 8 to 5. I’ve got places to go and things to do and I don’t want to walk in or amongst your signs, your dirt, or “f” words, or your dirty clothes, and your thrown together toilets.
Downtown business owners have bent over backwards to be good neighbors, and stewards. Local police have been patient in their actions, and regular people going about their daily activities, have tried to be understanding.
8AM to 5 PM please……and do so in an orderly fashion. Wear a suite and tie or, for women, a nice skirt and sweater. Check your spelling when preparing your signs. Bring water and a gallon jug to refill your 18 oz bottle. Take it home at the end of the day. Do background work on what you a speaking on….and don’t ask for Obama Money or something similar, just because you’ve heard it somewhere. Be prepared to debate without losing your temper. Be prepared to have proof in what you say. If you can’t do half of anything listed above……go back to school, live with mom, or watch Beavis.
later
I sell stuff…….I sell my stuff and other people’s stuff. I’ve been doing it for over 25 years, more some years than others. I’m hardly selling stuff now cause I’m having a hard time finding new stuff to sell. Following me so far…..
In the business of buying and selling (I sell new stuff and antique stuff) morals and ethics are always at the forefront. Why? Because most of the time it is just YOU making the moral and ethical decision.
I’ll just stick to one corner of buying and selling stuff and that is the area of buying today……I am ask how much things are worth all the time. Sometimes it is just for fun, sometimes it is to compare with others they’ve contacted, sometimes it gives the person an idea of what to sell it for, and sometimes it is to see if I am going to cheat them, either now, or later on.
I’ve been with me for many years now, and I’ve come to decisions based this relationship. I look at me every morning, I live with me 24/7 and I represent me in everything I do, including the good and bad.
So my rules of morals and ethics have become pretty simple.
I try to give the best guess (cause that’s what they all are) as to what an item is worth. I explain that if you want to wait a year to sell it, you can probably get this amount. If you want to insure it, you should go for this amount, if you want to sell it in a week or two, this will probably the amount, and if you want to sell it to another who will again sell it, you should be in this ballpark.
I also feel that in the world of buying and selling, one would always want to be honest enough that the person would have enough respect to call again when they want to do business. Not because I have the most money, not because I am the sweetest you’ve ever met, and not because I can sell pans with no handles at estate sales over and over again. It’s because I am fair, and have morals and ethics I abide by.
Bartering is a part of my life as a buyer and seller. Biggest rule is never to piss off the potential buyer or seller with stupid remarks.(especially when it’s me)….like “It’s not worth that and you know it…I’ll give you this amount”…….or “My wife doesn’t know how to do this bartering stuff so I’ll give you….” or one of my favorites……”all I have is $5.50″ (and you are asking $17.00 )and his/her billfold is open in front of me, bulging with twenties…on and on…..
How do we solve this …..we use our inside voice and our morals and ethics and we say, “what is your best price today?”, ….or……”I’d live to give this a new home and I can offer….” AND THEN, if you are turned down, smile and move on……(and maybe come back the next day)
The use of improper morals and ethics have made and broken many a person. Once you’ve lost your good reputation, how long do you think it will take to get it back…….And the answer is……for me, in my business of watching over other people’s stuff……NEVER! later
don’t ya love Kohls……the sale just keep com’in…..think I’m done for awhile tho
Just spent the last week with my sister…..she and I go on a ‘road trip’ whenever we can both get away. We had been putting it off because of her divorce trial that never seems to go away, however, because it never seems to go away, we did.
The day before she left, a letter came from her attorney. Keeping in mind the judge signed off on her divorce in April, her ex, Tom and his attorney decided they would keep working and working for more money to be paid instead of having to pay, as the accounts had not been completely separated. With this particular judge, it seems that the first one to make a stink wins……which, as one learns to understand about the judge, the stink does not have to be truthful.
The letter stated the judge had ordered my sister to pay another $12,000, and also stated that if she (my sister) wanted to, she could appeal. Now as one knows $350.00 an hour does not go very far. My sister works 60 hours a week as an ER Nurse and is 63. Her ex is a pharmacist, owned a drug store, made over a million dollars, day-traded it away (their retirement), and when she filed for divorce, gave up his license to be a pharmacist and said he didn’t want to work anymore. Incidently, pharmacists make on a bad day $250,000 a year. As you can see, he wanted my sister to pay for every part of the divorce proceedings and decided this was a good way to start.
Now one who knows this story will know I’m jumping around with the facts of the last 25+ years, however, this is just a glimpse of what an abusive man can do to his wife and grown 27 year old daughter. This is done not because he is in need, but because he has lost control, and his only desire is to continue to cause havoc in 2 women’s lives.
You ask……if he was abusive, why didn’t that count??? I explain…..because he never broke anything….no one ever saw the bruises….no one ever saw the two being thrown out of their home weekly during his fits of rage. No one saw the knife to the throat…….WHY WHY…..because she is the victim of abuse.
Here is how she thought it out……and it isn’t dumb…..it is doing her very best to solve the abuse problem, keeping her marriage intact, keeping him as a practicing pharmacist, replenishing their monetary losses, and helping him get well. How do you do that…..very easy…..you don’t call the police and have him arrested or have him made a ‘legal’. You don’t file a restraining order or let his pharmacy license lapse. You pray each evening that you can make it thru to the next day, and that the man you married will finally see the light and become a good husband and father again.
You wait and you wait and you wait. Your friends know, your family knows, and you know, but you can’t afford to give up everything for one phone call to the police. There is too much on the line ….. income, retirement, home, daughter, bills, 401-k, love, 30 years, reputation, small town, and so much more.
So back to the letter…….a contining account of abuse, still done legally, still no recourse except for maybe working longer than 60 hours a week to pay an attorney, no peace, no guarantee that it is finally over after 30+ years.
And so for a day or so, our road trip was made up of sad times….of being caught once again in the illegalities of the legal system, of being fined for nothing more than being able-bodied and working 60 hours a week, of having more money that can be legally taken, dollar after dollar, of not having the power of being right on your side.
We did have a good time, we nurtured one another, loved one another, saw the Grand Canyon, and the beauty of the aspen in Flagstaff, Az. She saw Palm Springs for the first time and got her hair frosted on my birthday.
She is home safe now…..with one more day of vacation. I’m catching up on emails and laundry…..Many memories, many strengths, but at least we were together……he kept her away from me.. for over 20 years. More on that later.
So if you are seeing yourself……think it over very carefully….make your plans, and run, don’t walk to the nearest shelter for you and your children.Waiting can be so costly…..even if the reasons behind it are so carefully thought out, and as the vows, so hollow.
love being a scorpio…..we are the best…come visit ‘seriously scorpio’…..seriously. I have fun talking about everything…..later
If you don’t remember Alice and the Mad Hatter…an ‘unbirthday’ won’t mean much, however, I am an oldie now…..today is number 68…..and it is not an ‘unbirthday’…..One has 364 ‘unbirthdays’ and one birthday, according to the Mad Hatter, and today is mine.
The joke (if one wants to call it that), is that I can hardly believe I am married to someone 70 years old…..and I am sure he is having some thoughts about being married to someone 68. Age is ageless……and so is love, thank goodness. I didn’t believe that when my parents told me that being 70 and 60 and 50 is just like being “……..” For me the “……” is about 32.
Anyhow, thanks one and all for those who remembered this day. I wish you all the happiest of days….both ‘unbirth’ and ‘birth’…….. later
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