Sunday, April 27, 2008



~THE ASSIGMENT ~To take them on your favourite walk. In words or pictures. Or Both of course! Tell them why it’s your favourite and point out things of intrest on the way.

With my knee still looking like a bruised grapefruit, the almost daily rain shower’s, 14 hour work days , family obligations, and the endless string of chores my walks have pretty much been limited to the back yard. So here is a few pics.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Question Answered - AA Coin

Considering how there were so many questions about the AA Medallion I'll tell you the story. As some of you may know most of chapters of Alcoholic Anonymous, hand out chips or Medallions for sobriety milestones. The history behind this was that the Sister or Priest running the meeting would give a little paper Sacred Heart Medallion to a new members, asking that before they took another drink that they would give back the medallion. As time when by this was replaced by a embossed poker chip, and often when a major milestone is met the sponsor will give the member a medallion commemorating years of sobriety.

Now for my story. It really all began back in 7th grade, by that time I had been in and out of the system and while scared not overly damaged. I was however in survivor mod, and my only goal was to be invisible. I don’t mean like superhero invisible, I wanted no one to notice me and I wanted to deal with no one. There are trick to being invisible one is no set patterns, never eat at the same table in the lunch room, never stand in the same location, never draw attention to yourself. Now 7th grade met Jr High School in our suburbs, and students from 10 or more little elementary schools where join together to form Jr High School. This meant there where a lot of kids in school you didn’t know and didn’t know you, so becoming invisible was a possibility. I was never really very good at being invisible, but that didn’t keep me from trying and sometime I managed to pull it off for a week or two.

Robin on the other hand was a master, at invisibility. I knew her for at least three years and couldn't tell you her last name or even what classes we had together. Thinking back on it, I'm not sure how she pull it off. She was a auburn haired beauty - I don’t mean merely pretty but with a little TLC she would have been knock dead gorgeous. While the hormone fairy had forgotten what zip code I lived (in fact that summer, at one of the numerous summer camps I was sent off to, I was assigned into the boys cabin how utterly depressing). Robin on the other hand was hit early and hard. But like a lot of girls who had breast and hips young she wore baggy tops and ill fitting jeans, so no one would notice. Her hair was a deep dark red, that she kept loose about shoulder length and while it was never dirty it was dull, like she wash it in regular bar soap not shampoo.

It was during one of my invisible period that I met, Robin. I can't recall the fisrt time we spoke or that I even noticed her. Sometimes we happen onto the same hidings spot (this could be in the middle of a group or crowd or off in an unused section of the school). Over a three year period we met often shared lunch, had the same class, never really looking for each but more just spotted the other and would be drawn to the other. There were no scheduled or planned meeting and most of the time just a slight nod or quick smile to the other. You might be invisible to everyone else but I see you and am glad you here.
I would share my sandwich or whatever I had for lunch that day, even flipping her a token for the hot lunch, commenting “It was time to make a showing“. For unlike the after school specials, kids are cruel and if they spot something weak or something different they would attack like a bunch of wolves. So you had to fit in with the crowd, never draw attention, become invisible.

My life was not charmed, the parental units were far to involved with their own issues to notice mine. But my guess was that Robin’s life was a nightmare. Sometime I notice what was the remains of a bruise and now that I'm not quite so naïve I can guess why the hormone fairy hit early. You might ask why didn’t we tell an adult or someone in authority. My short time in the system, I learned that the system was no where you would or should ever send anything human. Things can go from bad to very bad to pure misery in a matter of minutes, and it would have killed, the little that was left of Robin. Adults would just put you in the system and forget about you thinking that they were doing the right thing. Don't get me wrong there are some good people trying but there is just too much worng and far too much broken. Most of the kids I have seen come out of the system are either shells, or so damaged. The rule on the inside are different than that of normal soceity. My speculation is that Robin had done at least a little time in the system. If she did she never said anything about it . But we both knew the system was no place to be and should be avoided. So speaking out would have to wait till we were stronger. Right than we were just trying to make it one more day.

There were volumes of things we didn’t say. One time when she noticed that I saw the remains of a bruise she commented that it was over and no reason to relive the pain. It wasn’t all gloom and doom, there where the times when I had way too much energy and would dance to my own music, I had a hard time just sitting in class after class and needed an outlet. So off in our own corner she would laugh at my antic and when it was time again to blend into the norm she would say “For a black girl you sure can’t dance“ , and we would both laugh and head off to class. Other times we would just sit. Most of our conversations were short and used as few words as possible. It was almost a code of sorts, there were subjects off limits and we both knew the rules without saying .

Robin had this odd habit of coloring her wrist, (ink, pencil, marker what ever she had) to this day I haven’t a clue why. I never asked and who was I to judge. I had this odd habit of pulling out my eye lashes and she never asked it was part of the unspoken code. There were things that were your story to tell if you wanted, but it would be impolite to ask. If questioned, I would have disappeared and I think Robin would have done the same. We had this odd friendship, never real saying much, yet excepting the other. One day while we were just sitting I showed her my Franklin half dollar that my grandfather had given me. (It was one of the few things I had from him and it was a kind of security blanket. I would go without eating, before I would consider sepending that 50 cents). Robin showed me her AA medallion and explained that it was from her REAL DAD, but he was gone now. This could have meant that he was dead, or in jail, or that he had just left his family. Albeit it didn’t really matter, he was no longer in her life, and could not help. This little tokens however where signs in our young twisted minds that we somehow had value and worth.

Our strange friendship went on all though Jr High and into the first year of Sr High. Then one day at the end of the week, just as we were loading onto the buses for the ride home, she finds me and tells me Good bye, says she is leaving. My question was some place better? She shook her head yes, and beamed a bright smile as she loaded into her bus, first to the house than part unknow to me. Through the bus window I handed her my half dollar and told her to take a little of my love with her. That weekend and for a few weeks after I scanned the paper to see it there as a teenage suicide or death. I didn't one and I never again saw Robin. My hopes were and are that she found the happiness she deserves. Sorry no happy endings just questions. The following Monday I found an envelope in my locker inside was her AA coin, and a note saying “To Thine Own Self Be True, the H&%# with the rest of those b@$#&$*%. You kept me sane doing the dark days I'll miss you my friend“. So when you think those little kindness mean nothing to some they may just be that little light they need.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

FUN MONDAY - What's In your Bucket



~THE ASSIGMENT IF WE CHOOSE TO EXCEPT IT IS ~To list the things in your live that where worth doing. Those moment in our life that will pass though your mind when time comes. This doesn't necessarily have to be items for the Bucket List, it can be those small moments that made us smile, or the time you got that huge promotion we deserved, or the first time the baby smiled at you out of pure joy. The Southern Doll wants to know all the moments, big and small, that make life sweet! If you don't already have a running list of these in your mind, you should! These moments help you remember how much your life is worth living, and we all deserve to enjoy it.

Now I have done some of the normals - Jumped out a perfectly good airplane, had my feet in both oceans, seen the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Florida Everglades, Zion, Carlsbad Caverns, Mesa Verde, Arches, and a few other national parks, been up in a hot air balloon, blooded on a boar hunt, and tried my hand at noodling. I have eaten at a four star restaurant, and have eaten road kill (but I still can’t stomach bustle sprouts) Been to prison, been to the Whitehouse, been tattooed, been on a movie set (ended on the cutting room floor but such is life) and lastly been in love (that one ended in disaster). I’m out of debt, and own my own home, have a college degree but none of this would not make my top 5.

As for my list -

  • Jesse’s smiling face with that small silver ring waiting for my answer, (I wore that ring for what seamed like a life time, sadly I lost it and Jesse).

  • Getting Joneser his CD cert (Companion Dog Certificate). I have a pension, for foundlings, pound puppies, or just your good old mutt. The Joneser was an Alaskan Malamute that we found wondering the streets of San Antonio (thou I tried, never could found his original home ,so he stay with me for close to 17 years). When we started classes, I was told there was no way he would every get his CD. The instructor had been training for 20 years and never had a Malamute pass the test. The Joneser and I worked every night, practiced and played and practiced some more. The trick to training, is to make it fun for the dog. The night of the exam the stars were shinning on us. That Malamute of mine choose to do just as I asked. At the end of the night we were in a show-down with a golden Again Joneser did what ever I ask, than they were put on a sit stay and the human half of the team was ask to leave the room. Even with distraction neither dog budged, after 30 minutes on sit stay, where was this thud. Yep, Joneser fell asleep and fell over, he woke up shook himself and sat back down like no one would notice, it was just so funny. We took second in the class. We got our CD and that is what was important anyway. Joneser worked as a therapy dog for a short while but neither of us really enjoy it so we gave that up.

The Joneser

  • Being given a five year AA chip (hard to get when you’ve never gone to AA meeting and while I have my addictions alcohol isn’t one of them.)

  • The feeling the first time you wash you hair after donating you locks, ( you know how you kinda of go on auto pilot) You get into a pattern of using a set about of shampoo, well after you have over 20 inches cut off, you have way too much shampoo and it is such a guilty luxury. You are alone and no one tell how you look or asking if you donated you hair, just the great feeling of too much shampoo and you own thought.

  • And lastly actually fling a booger at someone. PS - Swampangle now you know why that post was way too funny.

Thanks for stopping by. Now be nice and visit other FUN MONDAY players.

};-) Penny

Sunday, April 13, 2008


This weeks Fun Monday is being hosted by the fun loving and entraining Nekked Lizards. Here is the challenge: “THE DOUBLE NICKEL 5&5 FUN MONDAY Challenge. The rules are simple. FIVE PICTURES - FIVE WORDS PER PICTURE.Any 5 (FIVE) pictures, any subject, and any 5 (FIVE) words for the caption. CAN YOU DO IT???”


“Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.” - Carl Gustav Jung

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}:-) Penny

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The Time They Are A Changing

Been informed that it is time this Blog lives up to it name.
Beside some of my numerous alter egos are just itching to come out and play.
Most do not have fully developed personas so if there is someone special you would like to see or some special interest, or trait, just dope a comment, we will do our best to please. All will sign there names so you know whom your playing with. }:) Moooohaha

Sunday, April 6, 2008

FUN MONDAY - Celebrity Crush

The Strange and magnificent Jo Beaufoix is our host for this weeks hostess for this weeks FUN MONDAY. The task:
I want to know about your first ‘celebrity’ crush. You know, the one you fancied from that band, or that film, or who read the news, or who won Gold at the Olympics

This assignment proved to be difficult. No poster or pin-up no celebrity crushes. The bedroom décor was darn near that of a monastic cell. A world map on the back of the door and a picture of Jesus.
Can’t remember when it first started but:
1. Actors are nothing more the very pretty professional liars. Isn’t it a PLAY that they put on.
2. Athletes are nothing more than over grown kids that PLAY a game.
3. And Musicians while there is talent, again they PLAY for a living.
All of these thing are activates you do for entertainment, not something to be admired or adored it is PLAY. The gavaging of celerity sicken me. So no celebrity crushes. Sorry for being sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dull.
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