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Do you remember?

Do You Remember? JD Rhode Now, sometimes you'll speak, but I barely hear... It’s been a while, so I rarely speak of it But it’s usually on my mind Some talk of how great things used to be But I remember differently The things you’ve said Hurtful, hateful things I never understood why Do you remember them? Or were they just there to pass the time? Do you remember how you acted-what you did? I can’t forget, as hard as I try But I try not to remind you I couldn’t be a kid But I couldn’t be an adult Did somebody else do it to you? I can’t imagine that But still, sometimes, I wonder Do you remember?

New Year's Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions (for 2015) 1. Improve my silliness 2. Live long and prosper *holds hand in standard Spock style* 3. Write more stories. 4. Travel 5. Lose weight 6. Publish “The Howl” 7. Invent something 8. Make a difference

The Howl: short synopsis

Meet Logan Greene, who, since childhood, was taught the most important thing in life is a prestige status. Hard work, honest living, and loyalty only count for so much here. Born into a wealthy family with no other siblings. Logan’s life is about to be turned upside down when a mysterious, and odd, friend, Julian, enters it. Having grown up on the not as rich side of town, Julian’s values and morals are so different from Logan’s, but that’s half the fun. The other half is how the two combine what they know and how they figure out the things they don’t know. With help from Julian’s twin, some family friends, untold secrets, and even unearthly enemies, the two find they have quite an adventure to unravel.

Reborn baby up for adoption on ebay

Baby Coco Malu Julien by E. Marx http://www.ebay.com/itm/Reborn-OOAK-Baby-Coco-Malu-Julien-by-Elisa-Marx-/221553576363?

A New Fright

A New Fright JD Rhode Creepy crawlers Dress up And candy galore, are just some of the things that we expect On this day that is never a bore But now-a-days our kids can’t see that kind of fun Trick-or-treating door to door at the mall shops Or car trunk to car trunk a few feet apart For fear of being stolen Or getting poisoned goodies Is a worse fright than anybody in a mask jumping out at you Will we ever again see the good old days? When kids had parties When adults left their porch lights on till midnight When the only fear of a girl or boy Was not bringing enough bags to store their delight

Diary Update Oct 2013

So, a lot has been going on lately. I don’t think I like most of it. I haven’t been writing much. I have great ideas, I know how I want to end my book-it’s getting to the end that’ll be a surprise, even for me. However, I need to sit down and write. Helpers come and go, as they usually do. But than it takes time adjusting to new girls. Sometimes I can’t get out and do what I have to do, which causes problems. Why have people’s work ethic become so poor? Then, my other sis decided to go crazy on me. That is a long story in itself. We are no longer talking, but I’ve searched my heart and soul about it, prayed about it, and came to the realization that it was not my wrong-doing. So, I am okay with the result. Our good friend, and pet dog of 14 years, Lucky, passed away recently. It was different from when Misty died-her life was cut short, and I wish I could build a time machine and fix that situation. We love Lucky, and were very sad to let him go, but he lived a happy, healthy life. Hollywood and Chewy keep us entertained and busy. I feel dumb, I need to be politically smarter, but I don’t see how any of what’s going on now can possibly help our country, or two hardworking but suffering people like my husband and myself. I know some people who have similar situations as ours, but most people who are not in this don’t understand. We do what we can, but financially, we are struggling. And now, we don’t even have a government to answer questions or help in any way. I feel as if my resources, and my rights, are being taken away, and it depresses me. I joke with my husband about putting a “donation” button on our pages to help with some stuff. Somebody I know told me I need to start a group on meetup.com for the kind of quirky, creative writing I do; I need to get into it. Also, I’m looking in to helping the ST. Vincent DePaul (is that how to spell it) Society in Midland, so I’m excited about that. Well, I have to go; my arm is tired from typing. I think I would benefit from that “Dragon” program that you talk, and what you say appears on your screen.