BUT..you know there's a catch..after I answer you, I get to ask YOU any question and you have to answer truthfully too. Wanna play? Can you handle the truth?
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Sunday, May 18, 2014
The TRUTH Game
BUT..you know there's a catch..after I answer you, I get to ask YOU any question and you have to answer truthfully too. Wanna play? Can you handle the truth?
NO ANON COMMENTS, PLEASE. Just pic a nic, type it in somewhere and stick to it.
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How did your son learn to play beautiful guitar? How did he die?
Good question. Your guess is as good as mine. I always played. I play a decent rythum guitar you can sing with, nothing mind blowing. But, I can play by ear about any song I hear. So, he grew up with a guitar around. I showed him some basic chords. He could play, like, Horse With No Name by age 7, but, that is EASY stuff. It was cute. He got an electric guitar at age 11 and an amp. He kept it low and we had this huge house, so I never really heard him play. When he was 12, he came downstairs and said, hey, mom, listen to this..he proceeded to play All Along The Watchtower ala Jimi Hendrix. He played it perfectly, with the same passion as Jimi. My mouth fell open and I was blown away, he was only 12! After that he played me a bunch of stuff he'd learned on his own and from books. He just kept getting better and more amazing as he got older.
Eric died of a pulmonary embolisim. A tiny clot from his leg entered his lung and he was gone.
You asked me two. So, what's your regular posting nik? Is there anyone in your family you actually hate?
I don't have a family. I'm a full blown cat lady. I foster ferals and strays. But I am an adult orphan. No mother, no father, no siblings, no aunts, uncles, none of that. It was only recently I named a beneficiary - the ASPCA.
Now, THAT is interesting. I can't imagine what that would be like. So what's your name or nik?
Do you ever wish you could get away with murder of a truly harmful / evil person? Ciao.
Ooops, You were supposed to be HONEST.
Eric committed suicide.
TELL THE TRUTH.
Why can't everyone play???
What was the stupidest thing you've ever done?
You can call me Bobbi. The entire process of being an adult orphan is only 4 years old to me when I lost my entire family within 6 months. I lost my father in Feb, my long time male partner of 30 years in June, and then my mother in Sep. I was always an only child. No siblings. Now it's just me and the cats. The cats have a good life.
Ever been convicted of a crime?
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U won't play with me. Boo Hoooo. Other snobs get to play!
Or does this strike a NERVE?
Nerve. That's something you're well-acquainted with, no?
If the Doctor & the TARDIS (or something with the same abilities) suddenly appeared before you, where & when would you go?
I don't think you will get that name.
1. If you could be/live anywhere you wanted, where would it be?
2. What/where would you be doing/working?
What's your happiest moment?
Beth
If you could live anywhere in the world and/or do anything you want, where/what would it be?
When did you discover that you had a special psychic ability?
Anon 1:37:00 PM, I have never wanted to murder anyone. It doesn't trip my trigger to think about those things. But, I would kill someone, like an intruder, if they threatened me or my family. I can defend myself, and I have.
Have YOU ever wanted to kill someone?
Anon 1:51:00 PM, everyone can play, as long as they're civil. Eric died of an embolisim. His death was very confusing because he was a healthy guy. He ate right, did cardio, etc. It took the coroner two long days to find the tiny clot that killed him. I can scan in his death certificate, if you want.
Now, my question to you. Does it feel good to think you're hurting me?
Tricia, that's a good one. I have so many stupid moments. Being intimidated by my mother when I had my first child. Letting her make my choices is one..but, I have a better one. Umm, I'd say getting married. I knew I wasn't the marrying type. And him! OMG, lol..that's one for my stories. Dumbness..me in a human package.
So, what's the stupidest thing YOU ever did??
Bobbi, that made me so sad. That's too many blows for one person in such a short time. I'm glad you have the cats, but, tell me you have other people too. Please?
Kirsty, OMG, I had to look up Tardis, I didn't know wtf you were talking about. A time machine? I'd go to the future, definitely. Not the past. I want to live on the Enterprise, so I'd go to the future where we all space travel like it's just an everyday thing. Oh, yeah, put me on that ship to explore other planets. That's my dream.
So, what would you do if Tardis appeared in front of YOU? Good question, BTW!
Jane and Erin..if I could live anywhere in the world, oh my, I have two places. I'd love to live in London. I just love London, though I only dream about seeing it. And I love NYC, if I could be wealthy and own a beautiful old brownstone. Yeah, that't the one. NYC brownstone. Shopping, eating out, museums, etc. I'd be doing nothing for a job, because I wouldn't have to. I'd just do whatever interested me at the moment. What a life!
Erin and Jane, where would YOU guys live if you could live anywhere?
2:42:00 PM, ahhhh, here we go. Yes, that's your answer. But, you don't know the real story or you'd shit yourself. It was a bogus misdemeanor charge and I had my choice of charges. A lot of them. If they'd figured out what I was really up to, I wouldn't be here typing now. That, MS.Sloppy-Slueth, will be in my stories on the Last Word. I'm sure you lurk there.
My question to you, and you'd better answer it, why do you come to my blog when you said you'd never come here again? I guess some people can't keep their word. They aren't honest. (Some people, is YOU.) Don't pretend you're someone else, just answer the fucking question. Boo hoo.
Everyone choose a name or nik please and stick to it, so I know what's what. No more anons.
Beth! Hi Beth, where ya been? I missed you. My happiest moments are in the garden. I had one tonight. It was so nice. I know I should say something else, but, in the garden, I am just sooooo happy.
My question..hmmm, have you ever been married or engaged?
Stayday, nice nik, I saw things as a child. I was scared of them. I got in trouble because I scared my family. I didn't understand it. Now I know more and it doesn't scare me. I've learned to control it a little.
My question..are you psychic, or have you had paranormal experiences and can you talk about it?
Dear DD, I could easily kill Michael Vick and Ted Nugent without a second thought, for their atrocities to innocent animals and their unabashed unforgiving attitudes about it.
PS - I hope you got my last email. Ciao.
Royal Jelly
Aww, hugs to you.
Pat, here's my question..
what is your biggest regret in life?
Liz (from NZ) xx
Do you realize what an amazing, giving person you are, sharing your life with us on an almost daily basis, in spit of that goddam vicious troll? And do you know how much we all love your blog?
Mornin', Pat Pat;
I can't think of a question to ask you. I usually just email you. Everyone here--well, most everyone asked good questions and you were so honest about them, guess I can't think of a single thing.
Wonder why some people didn't use their real name on this post?
Oh here's one: What languages do you speak?
Pat, you can ask me anything and I will answer truthfully. This was a good post. Would be better if some people could be honest and STOP doing the very THING that they accuse YOU of. Ewww, cryptic. Starting to sound like another cra cra ....
Waves at "beth"....
Liz, that's easy, not understanding or believing that my family wanted nothing good for me. Not seeing what my mother really is for so long. My whole life would have been different if I'd followed my instincts and left them all far behind when I turned 21.
Also, in my stories, where I believed my BF and was left here when the theater broke up. I know I could have gone to NYC too. He bamboozled me and I was stupid with young love. That's a bad one.
I have so many. Now, Liz, what are YOUR biggest regrets?? This sure is interesting.
Lia, thank you.
Cut, I can read the gist of several languages, but, I don't really speak any of them. I know a bit of French from art college. I can usually figure that out. I speak a bit of Spanish from living in the South West, better at reading it. I love Latin and use more of that than anything else. Latin is very helpful. I also like Klingon. I know how stupid that is, but, I love it. That's one you have to speak not spell. It's bizarre in written form. But, to speak it is hilariously nerdy. It's very guttural. I have mastered nothing, some days I barely speak English. Huu, Whut?, and daFuck serve me well on those days.
But, you travel much more than I do, by far. Tell me what you speak and why you learned it.
I love Klingon!!! I so wish I could speak in Lo Valerian. Quite sure I butchered the spelling. I only speak enough Spanish to get around and lots of curse words. Thanks, Dad.
I am currently learning ASL. Just because I have always wanted to, and because..... there is a little old deaf guy that works where I buy cigarettes. I had quit for 3 years, but its a long story. Trying to quit again, but there's this man there, he's deaf and waits on customers. He is foreign too, so double whammy on the language barrier thing. He always signs "thank you". A couple months ago, after I made my purchase, I said a simple sentence in ASL to him. I thought he would think it was cute and go on. I've never seen anyone so excited. He was so ... I don't even know the word...appreciative? That a hearing person would attempt to talk to him in his language, real ASL, and not pigion signing. He really freaked out and put his hand in the air and was trying to talk to me in MY language. He was trying to say or shout, " high five, high five, high five !!!" He was so happy. Over such a little gesture.
It made me cry on the way home. Damn hormones. Anyway, it made me want to learn more, and maybe when I get good I can do some volunteer work in that area.
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DD - I have a job that I go to and I work outside the home. But I am a loner by nature. No friends. No family. Just the cats and me. I am comfortable in my skin. I am strong inside, but not so much outside. I do everything alone. No arguments, no battles, nothing. Someday, I'd like to have a dog to ride shot gun with me in the car. I think it would be fun.
Perplexed, I have edited your comment because I will not allow you to bring names in. I'm not into the 'war' and I won't participate. Here is the rest of your comment..
Perplexed:"Funny, how many people have read you for years & thought all the stories about your life were only fiction. Your timeline of life does not add up. You are a decent writer, why don't you advertise the blog as a work of fiction?"
I don't know what 'people' you're talking about. And I don't care. Name me one single timeline that doesn't add up. Go ahead, just one timeline. You can do it, I assume. I am not a writer, I am a journal keeper. I started when I was very young and have managed to keep most of them. It helps with details and timelines. I don't advertise anything, my writing is for me. If someone else enjoys it, it makes me happy. I'm not interested in publication, it's a personal thing. Now, about that timeline..let's hear it.
Anon who posted next. I had to delete yours too. I asked you not to post anon anymore, it's too confusing to me. Your question can be answered right here on this post. This is your chance to ask me anything you're concerned or curious about. This IS my side.
Cut, I think that's the most awesome thing you're doing. And it's something you really will use more than you probably think. Plus, it's really cool. I have a friend who had a deaf step-son (fetal alcohol syndrome) and they taught me basic stuff. He was always laughing at me until I'd get it right. One time, I was trying to participate and I signed, 'sit your butt down, girl' which the kid thought was hilarious. I did that bonnet string move for girl by mistake. Kids are weird, he was rolling. I haven't thought of it in years and I have forgotten most of it. That kid passed away in his teens. Shame. I'll have to go look up some sign, just for the helluvit. It's pretty, isn't it?
ps..one time I gave that kid a ventriloquist dummy as a gift. I did. I gave a ventriloquist doll to a deaf kid. I said, deal with that. (He was a smart ass deaf pre-teen) The kid laughed his ass off and thought it was the best thing ever. It was one of his prized possessions. Gawd, this post is making so many memories flood back.
What celebrity would you spend the day with and what would you do for those 24 hours????
Bobbi, do you live in the country? How many animals can you own where you live? What kind of dog would you get if you could get your dream dog? I know, I cheated and asked you a bunch of questions, but, you sound really cool.
Megan, OMG, I love that question! I immediately thought of Angelina Jolie. I'd love to hear about the work she does as an ambassador and have her explain some of that worldly/war stuff to me. That would take up a morning. Having coffee with Angie on one of her fancy patios, seeing the gardens, OMFG! THEN, I'd want to meet all her kids and Brad (OMG, Brad) and watch her interact with them. Then I'd love her to take me on a tour of her home (and her closet!)and let me see her art collection. And Brad's. They are both big time art collectors. THEN,I'd get to have dinner with them and see who cooks, do they have chefs (I'm sure they do) and just generally sit around and be with them, listen to them. Maybe they'd talk about work! THEN spend the night in a fancy guest room, waking up in time to have breakfast with all of them!!! Shoot fire, I'd be google eyed and all ears the whole time.
Now, I'm turning it around, who would YOU spend 24 hours with and why??
Shara, I'm so sorry, I can't publish your question, but, I CAN answer it. My answer is, I don't know. I really don't know, I am in the dark. It seemed to be coming for a long time and I didn't see it. It is painful, but, I will not talk shit and hurt someone who is already hurting and unbalanced. This blog will go on, as usual, as long as I can type.
Oh man, the list goes on and on but I think I would want to spend the day with...actually for 24 hours I don't know! I lied! ha ha. Maybe Britney Spears. I think she really just needs a friend. I would want to have a wonderful breakfast and just sit and talk about our lives, my boring mundane teacher life and her crazy one. Then we'd go shopping at Target or Walmart, that's my style! Maybe even Old Navy. Followed by a lunch at a chain somewhere, but since we'd be in Bucks County PA people wouldn't hound her. I would just let her talk! If she asked me if she should do something I'd tell the truth! Bye Yes Men! Then we'd have some type of sing along but it would be in the car or something because girl doesn't need auto tune! Oh, and I would ask her to teach me how to dance a bit. I imagine we'd have an amazing southern dinner, I'd let her chef take care of that though! And then we'd have some type of slumber party! She really looks like she just needs a friend
Hi Pat! I've mulled over possible questions to ask of you and I keep coming back to this: When reading responses from the people here - do you ever get a feeling or vibe from them that, I don't know, scares you or maybe something that makes you need to find out more?
Im quite boring - but feel free to ask me anything.
PS - Marina wants me to send to Lissa - via you - her Instagram info. So I'll be sending an email.
I'm lucky because I got to live in the city I've dreamed of my entire life already. I studied in Paris for a semester in college. It was the best experience ever. And I got to travel all over while I was there. Dream come true. I really like my life here in Dallas now. I like our home and our friends. I'm an hour from my mom and 3 hours from my sister. And a short hour plane ride from the in laws. But it would be nice to be near a beach. But then I think I might take it for granted if I saw a beach every day. So I don't know if I'd want to live anywhere else.
Thanks for the compliment of saying I sound "cool." I am "cool." HA! I live in Los Angeles. I was born in the mid-west but moved out to CA when I was 15. Graduated from Hollywood High School. I was always a loner. I foster 25 strays and ferals, along with a few pets. Someday, I'd like to have a small dog. Like you, I have a small house. The cats are a lot of work, plus expensive. I take care of all their medical expenses, and of course, food and toys.
I have to say Pat, one stupid thing I regret most, getting in cars with drunk drivers, as a teenager. Never got hurt, but really stupid.
Meagan, I love that you choose Britney. She'd be so fun to hang out with. You could lunch on gas station food or the cusine of a fine chef. Good choice, I love it.
Connie, my stuff doesn't work very well over the net, that's why I don't do net readings. But, once in awhile I get something clear. Like, once someone commented that they'd lost their camera and I read it and saw white appliances and I knew it was in their kitchen, so I posted it. It was. But, yeah, a lot of people peak my interest, but, that's not psychic. Tell Marina that Lis doesn't have instagram, but, she can get it. She's excited to know Marina.
Erin, you went to Paris??? Holy moley. Tell me how it was, where did you live? In a flat or what? What were the people like? The shopping? Is the food as good as they claim? Do you speak French? Sorry, I got excited..lol. We could do Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe! LOL, sorry again. This is where you tell me to go flip a midget on my thumb.
Bobbi, LA! My birth place, aww. Oh, I know about the $ on animals. I don't have many pets now, but, we (collectively) have some cats. Were down to about 18 cats now. We usually have more. But, I've found homes for a bunch. The old lady spends the bucks and I haul the food and the cats to the vet. Endless vet trips. She takes in every stray. The inside cats are at HER house though. I prefer to invite my Racoons in. You'll have to send me a pic of you and the kitties, that would be cool. Or one of just the cats that I can put on here. Do you have a blog?
PS, we have one shared dog. Nicki the picky toy poodle.
Tricia, I did that too. Though I didn't drink (I just pretended to so I'd look cool). We had many a wreck, bad ones too, it's a wonder any of us are alive. I'm glad you made it too. That's a good regret. I preach to Lis about that teen stuff a lot. Her aunt, that she spends weekends with, is getting her lisence soon. OMG.
No, DD, I don't have a blog, but plenty of cat pics! Have you ever been back to LA to visit since you've left?
No, not really. The folks were migrant workers, so I passed through there seasonally, as a kid, to work. But, no, not really. My son lived in Hollywood, though. He went to school out there.
I miss 1 day and find 55 comments. Damn, this was a good section.
I would love to live outside of London in the country. It is such a beautiful place. Looking at beautiful scenery if so calming to me. Switzerland would be my 2nd pick, but for only part of the year.
I don't mind where I live. I just wish it were under better circumstances.
Lol DD! I love talking about it. I lived in an apartment in the 10th arr. the school I went to didn't provide housing so my dad and I flew over there a couple of weeks before school started and found the apartment. It was so stressful but it all worked out in the end. I had a roommate that came a week later. I'm not a huge French food fan but I can eat the pastries all day. The people were very nice but I swear it looked like they got dressed in the dark! The stores were beautiful. My favorite thing to do was just walk the city. It is the most beautiful city in my opinion and I just loved looking at everything. I used to be pretty fluent but haven't spoken French in years so a lot of it has faded away. My roommate and I traveled all over. The trains were so easy to take and we stayed in hostels. I didn't end up getting but 6 hours credit for school that semester but I joked with my parents that I got a cultural education that can't be beat. It was the best experience.
Jane, London just seems like a place I want to go. I love rain, I love the accents, the humor. I want to eat real fish and chips. I dunno, it just seems nice.
Erin that sounds amazing to me. My college friends always talked about European trains and hostels, the dangdest stories. I was always envious. But, I never could have done that, as I had a kid.I would love to see Paris at night..sigh. The lights! Oh, I like the pic your using. It's so cute.
This has turned out to be one of the best posts. I got to know all you guys a bit better. You know, you can always email me with randomness. I don't check the mail everyday, but, I do write back.
Thank you all for reading here and telling me things about you and your life.
DD, thanks for clearing up the question about your dear son. I remember back in the early days when we all watched freak show Kate Gosselin. There was speculation and comments on several blogs about suicide. Obviously I'm very sorry Eric died but I know it's good he didn't commit suicide. What I could never understand was why so many people thought it was any of their business.
My question for you is how in heck do you live with your awful neighbors? You must be a saint. I would lose my noodle if I had to live with people who are just so damn mean!
Kylie, actually, I wondered too. One really nice cop let me come in here, past the crime tape and see him. He was just sitting on the floor where he fell off the desk chair and he had no marks. He has a very slight bloody nose. I remember it had dripped onto the white carpet. (That tiny blood drop, so clear in my mind.)He had Bad Company playing on the computer (I later used a quote from that song on his gravestone). I looked around and all I could see was a large stack of Jack Daniels bottles. I thought, OMG, he has overdosed on alcohol. I really didn't know what to think. I was in such shock. But, to this day, I thank that cop for letting me in. It was not a terrible scene and that makes me feel not so horrible, you know? Anyway, I was interviewed by crime detectives later, just like in the movies and I had to be truthful and tell them, that yes, he'd talked suicide before. But, he was very young then and it was a love drama. Now, he was a full grown, happy, healthy man. The coroner where they sent him to be examined worked so hard to find a cause, because it turned out Eric had NO signs of any drugs or alcohol in his system. He said there was only a tiny bit of ethanol, meaning he had maybe, one beer the night before. That's it. It was a mystery. He kept calling me about the progress and even though I was in no shape to deal, I told him..keep going. He asked, are you sure? I kept saying, keep looking. Please. He did. He was so nice and so determined. It was gruesome and so so terrible to hear. Every hour, he'd call. Finally, two days later..he found it. A tiny clot in Eric's lung. Embolisim. Jesus, I was so sick, but, glad because it cleared up doubts and also financial obligations, like loans he'd taken out for music school and such. Though I wouldn't know the extent of all that until later. I was just glad to know he wouldn't have left his daughter and that he was happy, like I thought, with his life. He'd been in a good place. Oh, and I found out the Jack Daniel bottles, he got from the bar to do a project with. He only drank beer occasionally, he wasn't a Jack drinker. Thanks for letting me type all this. It feels good to finally talk about that horrible week. As for me, I lost the hearing in my left ear and my sense of taste for months. I was so fucked up by his death, but, I still had to pull it together to take care of his daughter. She was messed up too. We are all better now, time heals. It can't erase it, but, it dulls the pain.
BTW, my son and I both knew it was coming, that's a story in itself. So, I was already in a mental state you can't imagine.
Whew! That last comment was a doozie. And I didn't even address the gossips. Gossip is common and normal, but, some of it is insensitive and just mean. Mean seems to be a sport for some unbalanced loons with no morals. Now, they think they hurt me, but, they don't. They just show me what they really are.
About the neighbors. I've only lost it on one of them and I went off big time. I was ashamed and embarassed of that even though she had it coming. Damn Amazon biker chick. She doesn't fuck with me anymore. But, my mom is friends with her and hires her to do shit. They've both been told to stay out of my part of this yard. The other icky neighbor gets ignored. I do have some good neighbors. There are nice people here, just not on either side of my fence lines. I have to watch them or they will step over the line. Some people can't leave other people alone, just because they're different, you know?
Here's a question for you. Do you have or have you had neighbors you hate the fuck out of? I LOVE bad neighbor stories and can read them all day.
Thank you so much for sharing such a painful part of your life, which I am sure never ends.
At our last home we had neighbors that raised dachshunds. Cute little buggers but barkers from hell. Fortunately they moved soon after I called the city on them for raising dogs in a home where you could have no more than 3 by city ordinance. They had 12 yapping dogs and I just lost it one night. I normally would have just talked to them about it but some people just never do anything wrong, you know? I could have endured it if they had not left them all outside when they left for a full day.
That's pretty much the extent of my bad luck with neighbors. We moved to a really nice area 2 years ago and I have very considerate and kind folks around me!
Yep, I do know. Amazon biker is a dog breeder. Those hairy little yapper dogs. I forget the name. Yorkshire maybe? They yip constantly. The other neighbor needs BIG dogs he can't train and they get loose and attack people on the regular. They ROOF ROOF constantly when they're out.
We have had issues with two of our neighbors. The ones in back of us once had a guest at their place call our dog over and try to pee on her head. Surreal. I had been standing in the back half of the yard, maybe 10 or 12 feet away from their fence line, watering the raised beds. I had also been yelling at my beloved little Mia, because she just loved to bark, and she had been barking at the neighbors because they had a bunch of people over. This guy came sneaking in back of one of the small sheds, and I heard him saying "Here, doggie, here doggie", calling her over to him. He had his hand down in front of him, and I saw what looked like a tiny cocktail frank and as she went over to him, liquid starting to fly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I came completely unglued, yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs. I then turned the hose on the bastard. I felt so bad for my little girl! I went over to where I could see the others in the yard, and yelled at them about what had happened. The bitch that lives there said I was lying, and kept telling me "your life must be so boring". She also told me that she always told the guys that came over that they could go pee along the cemetery fence or behind those sheds. In the end, what really upset them, wasn't hearing that he had called my dog over to pee on her, or that he had exposed himself in public (along a public cemetery), but that he had gotten wet from the hose. Wah! Jerks. And seriously. How could he not know I was there? I was close, had been yelling, and had the hose running.
The other neighbor has been gone for a little over a year. A couple with their young child. The house was really too small for them, so they bought elsewhere. Since they recently decided to sell, there have been several city complaints lodged against us. Too many birds, birds in our yard, instead of contained in their run, blackberry brush, vehicles, etc. It's unreal. They were jerks before they left, too. They had two non-functional vehicles along the property line. We never complained, and really, we had two of our own that were being worked on. Suddenly, they donated theirs, and within a week or so, we got a city complaint about ours. Everyone else here is easy to get along with. It was obvious who had complained.
I'm glad they left. I hope they sell to someone nice.
Christina
I just posted a long comment on my neighbors, and I'm not sure if I signed it. It was me, Pat.
Christina
I think you should have called the police. He had his wee willie out in front of you! Not to mention the indignity to your dog. Dogs know when someone is doing something insulting like that and they can take it badly. I would have wanted to kick his ass, personally. That's sickening.
ps, complaints about the birds?? Why? It's not like you have a bunch of roosters crowing and fighting. Plus, you take such good care of them. I'd be so tickled if my neighbors kept cute chickens. I'd love that.
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