placing blame where it belongs

after 21 years of living with my parents and 32 years of marriage it has been one year since i have been living alone for the first time in my life...

i thought to chronicle my journey here, but nobody wants to hear wailing and gnashing of teeth - if they did the stories of a glamorous hell would be far more popular than those of a pearly gated heaven...

besides, for the most part you - like 99.9% of all the people in my life - would have believed the life i live to be completely fabricated and/or twisted to make it appear something it is not...

that other 1% - which includes my children - who know me well realize that no matter what or who i am, have been, or am becoming the one thing i am not is a fabricator of lies...

i also did not want to complicate things for my children because they are the very best and most amazing thing that my life has been blessed with and i love them far more than i want to make my story known...

time will open the eyes of everyone else, because lies are lies are lies... and they will always catch up with you. 

for now that 1% who always saw things clearly are finally finding the strength to stand firm, speak out, draw boundary lines that cannot be crossed and placing the blame where it belongs...




and i am finally starting to feel life is changing for the better for myself, my children and my tiny tornadoes whom i love far more than myself....   

measured by the few

so i ran errands today and decided to look at some new shoes....

these are the shoes i wanted...


but they only had one pair that fit my tiny wide fred flintstone feet - and one of them was the display shoe. you can't tell it from this photo, but the other side of this shoe was gouged and scuffed so i reluctantly put it back and went on to the store across the street where i bought these utilitarian runners;


 um... no i do not run...

unless maybe there is a fire...

even then i'm not sure how fast i could go before i passed out...

the point is, as i was wandering to the check out i found some other stuff i couldn't live without - like a bag of chocolate - and i was trying to perch these things on the shoe box but they kept sliding off so i opened the box and put them inside with the shoes.  job done. nothing fell after that.

of course when i got to the check out i had to then take everything out of the shoe box and place it on the belt...and evidently it looked very suspicious because after the cashier rang up everything else she took the shoes out of the box.  then she shook the box.  after that she unlaced the shoes.  and shook them. and then she put her hand up inside the shoe and felt around. then she pulled the tongue back as far as it would go and looked inside the shoe...

i'm standing there knowing full well that she was just checking to see if i was trying to get anything out of the store without paying for it.

she finally rang up the shoes, tucked them neatly back in the box and sent them to the bagger.  then she looked at me innocently and said; "Oh don't mind me, I was just making sure both of your shoes were the same size."

"that's very nice of you." i said with a knowing voice; "so what size were the both of them?"

fifty shades of red later she had to admit that she didn't know what size they were at all.
that i was "obviously" not attempting to steal anything..
and that next time she would have to be a bit more tactful.

(do you think??)

"you know," i said; "i think that most people in this world are honest - including myself - so how sad is it when we all have to be measured by those few who choose not to be?

by the way, they were both a size 6."














don't you forget about me...

hey hey hey hey....

oooo oooo  oh....

i couldn't help it.

i saw this in a facebook post.

i laughed very hard...

and i knew i needed to keep it somewhere....

i so  love it when extremely creative people think of things that i haven't....



i say la..

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