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As I write this, it is just after midnight, so Saturday May 11 2013 is newly upon us. I am spending the night at my father-in-law's house; Tomorrow my wife's brother-in-law will take me, my few belongings and my dog, to the house he is kindly letting me use. It's gonna be strange to be living alone with just my dog for company, but at least I won't have to stress all the time wondering when my wife is going to come home. I bought a laptop so I'll be able to get online. I'm waiting until I have money coming in to buy a TV, and even then I probably won't get cable, but a TV that has an analog descrambler built into it, to avoid having a bill. Thanks to all of the friends who have listened patiently when I was stressed out and needed to talk. Yeah, I know I'm actually typing, but same thing.

Take care of yourselves and those you love, my friends.  Appreciate them and make sure they know it. I love you all.

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I'm getting settled in at the house. Living simply. I will be okay and this will be a place to start getting my mind settled and ready for what comes next.

Spent a couple hours at the neighbors' Mother's Day. Talk about culture shock!!! A large African-American family with lots of kids, loud, music with words "b!tch, f@ck & n!gg__" used in abundance. Not that that makes them bad people, just different to what I am used to. I wet my mouth a few times with the beer they gave me and, after a nice piece of steak and half cob of corn, thanked the lady of the house and headed back to my dog to give her the bits of steak I brought her. I have had dear friends who were black and have worked and shared meals with black people on many occasions, but they were not like this.

Both kids called to wish their Mom Happy Mother's Day, as did I. Today I walked to the library, where I am now, and with help I got set up for Wi-Fi.

TTYL, my friends!!!

PHOENIX (AP) — The jury has found Jodi Arias guilty of first-degree murder in the death of her one-time boyfriend in Arizona. Arias initially denied involvement and later blamed the killing on masked intruders. Two years after her arrest, she said she killed Travis Alexander in self-defense.

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The sentencing phase is next.  After that, I hope we can finally stop hearing about this horrible woman.

CLEVELAND (AP) — The woman's voice was frantic and breathless, and she was choking back tears. "Help me. I'm Amanda Berry," she told a 911 dispatcher. "I've been kidnapped and I've been missing for 10 years and I'm, I'm here, I'm free now."

Those words led police to a house near downtown Cleveland where Berry and two other women who vanished a decade ago were found Monday, elating family members and friends who had longed to see them again.

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This post was inspired by the post: You don't know what you don't know..., by fellow Xangan #appalolly.

This really hits me right now. 

I went to Culver's and had this for lunch yesterday.  I cut the sandwich in half and then ate half and took half, along with half of the cheese curds, home to have as a late night snack later.

The video above is disturbing.  The scariest part, to me, is there are even today people with advanced educations and holding positions which have great influence over American policy, who think this is a good idea!!!

    My first memories are of things that happened when I was about 3 years old.  I was a foster child for a time before being adopted into the family that I spent most of my life with, and still am a part of.  My foster parents were loving people, but wanted to keep me as a baby, so they purposely didn't teach me how to do things for myself. 
  
I remember standing at the top of a stairway, wanting to go down, but not knowing how. 

When I visited the home of my soon-to-be family they gave me a toy dog that moved. Its feet had wheels; when you pulled the string attached to his head & front legs, his slinky body pulled his back end along behind.  I'm told that my bossy foster sister broke it when I took it home.
   
The first thing when they picked me up to live with them, my new parents took us out for ice cream to celebrate.  My memory is of sitting at the counter, looking at that ice cream, and wanting some.  My parents thought I didn't eat because I was nervous, or excited.  The truth was, I had never been taught how to use a spoon or other utensils, because my foster mother wanted to feed me.  I'm told that soon after that, my grandmother on my Mom's side taught me how to use a spoon.

I was at a go-kart track with a lot of customers, when the marble-size hail and heavy winds hit us, and quickly yelled for all of the customers to get under the pavilion, as far in the middle as they could, and protect their heads. Especially to shelter the little ones. One father passed his crying little girl over to me so he could climb the fence.  I held and comforted her 'til her Dad took her from my arms.  The other ride attendants, to their credit, also looked after the guests before themselves.

Soon no voice could be heard above the wind and impact sounds of hail, which penetrated even to where we huddled together.  The next five to ten minutes were pretty intense.  A very large umbrella such as those pictured above soon ended up thrown like a spear, landing right where some of the customers had been standing in line. Its top and the ribs were jammed into the side of the pavilion, where people had been. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, at least at our track.

I love to meet new people, and love when people play with me.  I am always happiest when I am with a beautiful woman.  People often see me as soft. That's fine, because being soft and relaxed is comfortable, but know this.  If I touch you, you will know you have been touched. 

I can get hard really fast in the right situation, and come at you with passion, even violence.  Then, you're fucked.  I will leave you breathless and dizzy, and probably leave you lying unconscious.  You will have had enough, and not want any more of what I can dish out, for a while.