"The time is always right to do what is right." - Martin Luther King Jr.
03.10.06 (11:11 am) [edit]{"We have to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood."-- William James To change is to be imperfect and to be imperfect is to be wrong --- at times! As an alcoholic, I have a problem with ego; always wanting to be right, hating to say, "I am sorry", not wishing to appear out of control. In sobriety I must wrestle with my ego on a daily basis. However, although I find it difficult to accept that I am imperfect, I know that I am! I know that I need to make amends. I know that I produce most of the pain in my life. Today's facts are stepping stones to tomorrow's falsehoods --- and I grow with this knowledge. Spirituality is growing in the knowledge that I do not have all the answers. Let me experience joy and growth in the dilemmas of life.} The above in brackets is from my daily recovery readings. I felt compelled to post it here because it was most assuredly how I was feeling this morning. The quote by William James go hand in hand with this one (also not mine, but unsure to whom it does belong) "The past and the future and great places to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there." I have to remember to live in the present, one day at a time, one moment at a time if necessary. I can not dwell on the past, only learn from it, and I can not fret about the future as I have no control over it. I only have today, and by the grace of God and A.A., today I am sober. Today I choose to be happy. I am Melis , an alcoholic, sober 48 days.
Day 45
03.06.06 (10:48 am) [edit]"The past and the future are nice places to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there." - Thomas Payne. Daily I must remind myself that I can not dwell on the past nor worry about the future. When I do these things I end up missing out on today. Today is all that I can honestly say that I have for certain. The future will come one day at a time if my Higher Power has it in store for me. I must give my alcoholic problems to him and I must never take them back into my own hands. I have already seen how I can handle that problem, now I must allow my Higher Power to handle it for me. It is only then that I will be able to begin to fully heal. - My name is Melis and I am an alcoholic. By the grace of my higher power, the love of my family, the support of A.A., and my caring sponsor I will not take a drink today.
Happy Anniversary to me.
02.19.06 (2:42 pm) [edit]Day 30. Today is day 30 for me. I am very proud of myself and very somber. I have come a long way and still have a long way to go. Not look at the mountain. Only the stone in front of my toe. If I begin to look at the mountain I will become too overwhelmed. I did my heaviest and most destructive drinking when I felt over whelmed. Day 28 was very difficult for me and I almost did not make it through that day. Not only did I almost drink I had thoughts of ending it all. But love for my son and for my life partner, and the help and gentle words of my sponsor helped see me through the crisis. I not only made through to Day 29, I made it here, to number 30. Yesterday I went to two A.A. Meetings (at the gentle prodding of my sponsor) and between the morning meeting and after the evening meeting I spent some time with other sober women and more specifically sober lesbians. I can not begin to tell you how great it felt to be surounded by people that struggled everyday with the same issues that I do every moment of every day. It was an indescribably beautiful feeling. What have I learned in thirty days? I am completely powerless over alcohol. Alcohol is poison to me. I can not conquer my addiction to alcohol alone. I must ask for help from my higher power because I have already shown what I will do alone. I can not go into my mind alone. That is where the inner child lives and there is no adult supervision there. Day 30 sucks, just a little less than than 29 and I am sober.
Day 26, I will not drink, today.
02.15.06 (8:24 am) [edit]Day 26...I will not drink today. Daily Reflections Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They arebeing fulfilled among us--sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work forthem. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 84 One of the most important things A.A. has given me, in addition to freedom from booze, is the ability to take"right action." It says the promises will ALWAYS materialize if I WORK for them. Fantasizing about them, debating them, preaching about them and faking them just won't work. I'll remain a miserable, rationalizing dry drunk. By taking action and working the Twelve Steps in all my affairs, I'll have a life beyond my wildest dreams. Thought For The Day: If alcoholism were just a physical allergy, like asthma or hay fever, it would be easy for us, by taking a skin test with alcohol, to find out whether or not we're alcoholics. But alcoholism is not just a physical allergy. It's also a mental allergy or obsession. After we've become alcoholics, we can still tolerate alcohol physically for quite a while, although we suffer a little more after each binge and each time it takes a little longer to get over our hangovers. Do I realize that since I have become an alcoholic, I cannot tolerate alcohol mentally at all? Meditation For The Day: The world does not need super-men or women, but super-natural people. People who will persistently turn the self out of their lives and let their Higher Power work through them. Let inspiration take the place of aspiration. Seek to grow spiritually, rather than to acquire fame and riches. Our chief ambition should be to be used by their Higher Power. The Divine Force is sufficient for all the spiritual work in the world. Prayer For The Day: I pray that I may be an instrument of my Higher Power. I pray that I may do my share in remaking the world. This is day 26. My name is Melis and I am an alcoholic. Thank you for letting me share.
Day 25
02.14.06 (10:40 am) [edit]Tuesday, February 14, 2006 The day is number 25 and I am sober today. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Meditation For The Day: I must keep a time apart with my Higher Power every day. Gradually Iwill be transformed mentally and spiritually. It is not the praying so much as just being in my Higher Power's presence. The strengthening and curative powers of this I cannot understand, but I can experience them. The poor, sick world would be cured if every day each soul waited before their Higher Power, whatever it may be, for the inspiration to live aright. My greatest spiritual growth occurs in this time apart with my Higher Power. Thought For The Day: After that first drink, we had a single track mind. It was like a railroad train. The first drink started it off and it kept going on the single track until it got to the end of the line, drunkenness. We knew this would happen when we sat down at a bar to have the first drink,but still we couldn't keep away from liquor. Our will-power was gone. We had become helpless and hopeless before the power of alcohol. It's not the second drink or the tenth drink that does the damage. It's the first drink. Will I ever take that first drink again? Not today. Melis
An unsafe place to be
02.12.06 (5:30 pm) [edit]My skin is crawling. I want to drink. I want to die. No I don’t want to die. If I drink I will die. What I want is to get away from me that is all I have ever wanted to get out of this skin I am in. All of my vices my crutches have been removed from me. I have removed them. But why I needed them. I needed my coke. I needed my cigarettes. I needed my alcohol. I needed my food. I still do. I still want it. I still want it all. Why can’t I allow myself to have it? Just one line, just one drag, just one shot, just one bag of chips, please I am dying inside. I know why I cant have just one of any of these things-because for me there is no such thing as just one. Just one, turns into way too many. Just one turns into a blackout or seven days of speeding thru life not knowing what is going on. What is worse is the internal struggle of good and evil. I have been clean from coke for 16 or 17 years and smokes for going on seven years. The real current struggle is with alcohol. I want to drink so bad, yet I don’t. I know what will happen if I do drink, but I don’t really know what life is like clean and sober. Sure, I have 23 days sober, and I really do not want to lose that. It has been a tremendous struggle that I do not want to start all over, but I really want to pick up. I hate the person I am. I hate the person I have become. I wish I had a zipper right down the center of my body and I could unzip my skin and step out like I step out of my jeans. I want to find a skin that is as comfortable as my most cozy pajamas. I feel warm and safe in my pj’s. I want to feel warm and safe in my skin. I do not want to feel cold and angry and sad and ugly. I hate the me I am and I hate the me I have become. My name is Melis and I am an alcoholic.
Happy New Year?
01.11.06 (8:12 pm) [edit]Those of you that know me know I have not been here in quite some time. Some of you may care, some of you may not- it makes no difference to me. I have been staying away because I do not feel I can be what everyone wants of me. I have been reminded in cyber and real life numerous times that it is a “New” Year. Now while these people are extremely well meaning in there well wishes, and I am sure this was not what their intention was, when I hear “Happy New Year” or “It is a New Year, all is made better” to me it is like taking a fresh razor blade and pressing it into my wrist and dragging it up my arm toward my heart. My son is still not with me, I hate myself for letting him go. I start fights with my spouse just so maybe she will go away and find someone more deserving of her. Because I certainly am not. My doctor says there is a name for what is wrong with me. Well woo fucking hoo! That makes it all better. I have cyclothmia, which is a different form of bipolar disorder. Guess what? More meds!! Yea!! I went to get contacts the other day and I felt like I was reciting a grocery list when I was listing all my current meds. The newest is Lamictal. It is a seizure drug that supposedly does wonders for mood disorders. So far, I am not impressed. So I am going to end this little tirade before it gets really bad. Those of you that miss me, I am sorry, I miss me too. To the rest of you…..Go to Hell.
& nbsp; &n bsp; Melis the Bitch
It has Been a long time coming
11.28.05 (7:46 am) [edit]For those of you wondering, I am not dead, nor did I fall off the face of the earth. I have been dealing with a lot of internal turmoil lately and have not felt like writing about it. AND I will not write about it now. It is still ongoing. I have good days that if feel like being social and then I have days that I do not. This is a good day and I will keep it as such. I have been making tons of jewelry in my down time. I am in the process of taking pictures of it and putting together a web page to display and possibly sell some of it. I also have been in the middle of a job change. I will no longer be working an hour and a half from home. I acquired a job only five minutes from my front door. It is better for me all the way around in many ways that I just do not feel like going into right now. Well the mood is starting to change so I better stop writing and go read. I may not be writing much, but be assured I have been reading and trying to comment where I can.
(':?')
Melis
What is your element?
11.02.05 (4:46 am) [edit]
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Your element is darkness. You're depressed a lot,
and people just don't seem to understand you...
but in the other end it's a good thing, because
you're a super creative person and probably a
skilled artist.
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Eyes
10.29.05 (9:17 am) [edit]
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RAVEN EYES
You have Raven
Eyes!
Positive Traits: Intellectual,
Wise, Experienced, Honest,
Trustworthy
Negative Traits: Pompous,
Condescending, Withdrawn, Pessimistic,
Depressed
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The news says it all, or does it?
10.28.05 (11:53 am) [edit]Running away.
Why do people run away? No matter what you are running from, you are running from something you can not or do not want to face. Maybe someone did something bad to you, then you must run away so you do not have to face the danger that is there, or maybe you are running from the bad thing that you did.
The following are excerpts from The Canton Repository. The dates will be listed with each one if they are on the article.
CITY DEATH SUSPECT HELD IN CALIFORNIA (September 1978)
A 25-year old man who had been charged last October with murdering a girlfriend was arrested Tuesday (9-5-78) in California.
Fred Merle Fix was arrested by agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Highland and placed in San Bernadino County Jail.
He had been charged with the Oct. 24, 1977 shotgun slaying of Jeroie Sue McGuire, 26, of 901 15th St. NE.
The FBI had been called into the search for Fix last Nov. 23. He had been charged with unlawful flight to avoid prosecution.
FBI spokesmen said Fix had been using the name "Russell David Scott." They said he was arrested without incident.
…. So you were so much of a man that you ran away from what you had done. You ran all the way to the other side of the country, according to the FBI unlawful flight. You invented a new identity for yourself. Was Russell a better person than Fred was? Was Russell a real man?
ACCUSED MURDERER IS RETURNED (September 14, 1978)
Police Wednesday returned from San Bernadino, Calif., with a prisoner who was arrested on local charges of aggravated murder, attempted aggravated murder and aggravated burglary.
Fred Merle Fix, 25, of 2550 Kirby Ave. NE, was arrested Sept. 5 in Highland, Calif., by Federal Bureau of Investigation Agents.
Fix was charged with the Oct. 24 1977 shotgun slaying of Jeroie Sue Mcguire, 26, of 901 15th St. NE.
Fix’s Whereabouts were unknown since 9:30 p.m. Oct. 24.
…You abbandoned your car some outside of Stark County. The police found it the next morning but you were not in it. To this day I have a burning hatred for El Caminos. I wonder why! Your Mommy said you called her and you sounded lost and confused, but you would not tell her where you were or what was wrong. I wish I could call my Mom.
MAN SAYS INNOCENT TO MURDER (September 15, 1978)
Fred M. Fix, 25, of 2550 Kirby Ave. NE, Thursday was arraigned before Stark County Common Pleas Judge William A. Morris and Pleaded not guilty to charges of aggravated murder, attempt to commit aggravated murder and aggravated robbery.
His trial will be before Common Pleas Judge Harold E. Dehoff. A date has not been set.
He is represented by Frank Menster and Joseph Calabretta.
Fix was returned to Stark County from San Bernadino, Calif., following his arrest on an unlawful-flight warrant issued by the U.S. Dept. of Justice.
Fix is charged in connection with the shotgun slaying of Jeroie S. McGuire, 26, of 901 15th St. NE, during an alleged burglary of her home.
He is also charged with the wounding of Donald Batchel, 22, of Canton.
His whereabouts were unknown since the night of Oct. 24.
…They make it sound like you came to our house with the intent to rob it. That was not your intent. We all know very well what your intent was don’t we?! Or did you time out in sunny California make you forget what you had done? It has been twenty-eight years for me, and I have not forgotten, I will never forget. I wish you would come knock on my door in the middle of the night.
Quotes.....
10.25.05 (1:26 pm) [edit]This is a quote that I came across today that I really felt fit me and I wanted to share it.
You and me against the world
10.25.05 (1:10 pm) [edit]"Tell me again Mommy."
You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
When all the others turn their backs and walk away
You can count on me to stay
Remember when the circus came to town
And you were frightened by the clown
Wasn't it nice to be around
Someone that you knew
Someone who was big and strong and looking out for
You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
And for all the times we've cried
I've always felt that god was on our side
And when one of us is gone
And one of us is left to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
You and me against the world
And when one of us is gone
And one of us is left to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
You and me against the world.
"I love you Mommy."
"I love you too, Baby."
-Helen Reddy
My Mom used to sing this song to us.
I of course did not know how true to life this song would become for us. We have both hung on to this song. I can not speak for my sister, but I would suspect her reasons are quite similar to mine. This song was my Mom's way of saying her goodbye and her final I love you to me, and I to her. I look at it as her way of telling me that she is always there watching over me, us. And when she can't be ther to watch over us, then she knows that we will be able to watch over each other, my sister and I. We have not always done the best of jobs, caring for one another, but I believe that when we were lacking, Mom was there watching, and waiting for us to get it together for one another.
Fred took my mother from me and he took my childhood, but he left me my sister, and he left me my dignity, and my spirit. I have my pride, and I have my love, and no one can ever take those things from me.
I may have bad days and I may not always know which end is the correct end to drink out of, but I will be just fine.
Melis
I am giving in...for now.
10.21.05 (12:44 pm) [edit]So I am not as stubborn and hard headed as once I thought I was, or I now would like everyone to see me. I am going to begin posting here again. I miss my friends, I admit. I am not giving up my blogger site though. I need a place to put my thoughts permanently, and this is defintely not it. But I do like the people I have found here, including me. Shh, don't tell anyone about that last part.
Melis
The outline of life
10.21.05 (12:35 pm) [edit]When everyone was finally done interrogating me, I spent the night with my little boy friend next door neighbor. I am not sure if my sister was there or not. The only thing I remember specifically from that night was my friends mother telling someone or another that her son had told her that I had told him I said he[Fred] was going to kill my Mom. I do not remember anything else about staying there.
The next thing I remember specifically sitting in the living room of Tony and Joy Ledford's house(friend's of my father's and people that were entrusted with our care) while our Father told my sister and I that my Mother had died. I remember crying finally and being mad at my sister for sitting and coloring through the entire conversation. I didn't know at the time but I was not mad at her really but just mad. There was a lot of things to come in my life. I had a school change coming, I had a new mom coming, I had new responsibilities coming, and I had a trial coming. The little bit of a childhood I did have was long gone. Fred took my Mom, my childhood, my life and replaced it with a tape outline and a pool of blood.
Broken Silence
10.21.05 (12:24 pm) [edit]It was so quiet. My little sister was still crying, but almost silently. I am sure I was upset and I was probably crying as well. But I do not remember feeling that. I remember being afraid, but at the same time needing to be strong for my sister, for my Mom, for Don and for me. Through the silence I began to hear voices and what sounded like knocking at the front door. They were different voices-one's I had never heard before, but ones that were not frightening. I was still unsure of what to do, but I knew I could not stay in the bathroom forever. I heard what I thought was the little voice in my head telling me "open the door...open the door...open the door" over and over again. I told my sister to stay in the bathroom and not to move until I came back, and I slowly opened the bathroom door. I heard the voice telling me to open the door again. It wasn't in my head, it was coming from the carpet in front of the bathroom door in the hallway. It was coming out of Don-so was a lot of blood-he was hurt. His neck was gone, and his eyes were closed, but he was telling me to go open the door, so I went. I was so, I don't know, shocked I guess by the way he looked that I didn't even noticed my Mom at first. She was lying just a few feet further down the hall, half in the hall and half in the kitchen. She was face down sort of curled up like she had tripped over something and fell down face forward. She had the phone in her hand still up to her ear like she had fallen asleep using the phone. I didn't see any blood at first, but I knew she was not asleep. I looked at her for a split second and someone at the door caught my attention. I snapped my head toward the front door and saw several policemen on our porch asking me to help them get inside. They told me to be careful of the glass. I walked across the kitchen and I remember pushing the chair/stool up to the door. I do not remember what I had to do or why they could not get in, but after I got down from the stool a rush of people came inside. The first policeman helped me back across the kitchen and then took me back to the bathroom with my sister. I was still naked. He helped me get a towel and we got my sister out of the tub. Then he asked me to show him our bedroom so we could get dressed. (and so the others could get the scene under control) I had to call my Grandmother Omie. She was my Mom's Mom. I had to tell her that Fred had come to our house and shot Mom and Don. I told her that they took them to the hospital, and I told her I thought Mom was dead. I told her she needed to come to our house. My Dad came too, someone called him but it was not me. No one told me my Mom had died, I just knew. When they walked us out to take us downstaris to the landlords for questioning and stuff we had to walk past the whole scene again. They one cop carried my sister, but I walked. I saw the pool of blood. I saw the tape outline. The rest of the night was a blur of people and activity and questions and questions and questions. I had to tell so many people over and over again what happened. I didn't mind, but I was tired. Why did I have to keep saying it over and over again? Could'nt someone write it down?
October 1977
10.21.05 (12:21 pm) [edit]The next few days were kind of hectic. We were trying to get ready for Halloween and we spent a lot of time with Don. He took My Mom and my sister and I a lot of different places. Sometimes to a movie, sometimes to dinner, sometimes he came with us to friends' houses. Don was so much nicer than any one else my Mom was ever with. He spoke to her kindly, he spoke to us nicely, and he never spent the night. He was a real gentleman. I am not saying that they never had sex, but I am saying that he was kind enough and gentlemanly enough about it to make sure we as children never knew about it. Not something I can say for any other man in my Mother life, including my Father. I think he not only enjoyed spending time with my Mom, I think he was worried about her. I think he felt that she was safe as long as he was around. Fred would call and my Mom would hang up on him. He would drive by the house all the time. He never stopped because he knew that was trouble-until October 24.
We had gone to visit a friend of my Mother's, I believe her name was Wanda Knapp(?). She was doing something for Halloween, maybe a party, or giving us some candy or having us for dinner, something. When we arrived home, Mom, Don, my sister, and I were all in a really good mood. Everything seemed normal and ordinary. I don't know the exact time, but it was after dinner time, because my mom sent my sister and I to take a bath. She and Don went into the livingroom to sit on the couch and talk while we took our bath. I remember running the water, and pouring in the bubble bath. I remember both of us taking off all our clothes, and I remember my little sister getting in and standing in the tub while the water continued to run. I was waiting outside of the tub until the water was right to shut it off. All of a sudden I heard my mom shouting and I heard Don say call the police, and I heard Fred screaming to let him in. There was a loud crash, more screaming, and shouting and crying and loud bangs over and over and over. My sister was screaming really loud, I had to get her to stop. I did't not want Fred to know we were here. I was afraid he would find us and hurt us. I held her head in my arms and covered he mouth as tightly as I could and told her to be quiet. I was hard, she was only four, I was scared, she was even more scared. As quickly as it had gotten loud and chaotic, it got eerily silent. I removed my hand from my sisters mouth but we did not leave the bathroom. I did not know what to do. I did not know what I would find on the other side of the bathroom door. My stomach hurt. My stomach has always hurt when I have a bad feeling. I had a very bad feeling. To be continued...
If Only...
10.21.05 (12:19 pm) [edit]"Tell your mom that he (Fred) is going to kill my mom someday." That was the last thing I said to my friend that day before I went running down the porch steps to be with my mom. The police were there and they had Fred in hand cuffs. He was steaming mad. My Mom kept telling them she was OK and that they could let him go, but they said they had to take him downtown. She made me go upstairs to watch Tress, since she figured she was awake from here nap by this time. I did not want to leave my mom, but I did what she told me to do. After a little while my mom came up too. She told me everything was fine, but I could tell she was very nervous. She must have check the door lock and looked out the windows a hundred times. I found out later in my life that my mom was supposed to go down to the police station that night and file assault and kidnapping charges on Fred, but she ended up dropping them. If she would have followed through just that one time, maybe she would be here today. Maybe...
the post has been continued
10.20.05 (1:57 pm) [edit]THe post has been continued....check it out
melis
New Post
10.19.05 (10:13 am) [edit]I have a new post on my other blog if you are interested in reading me still.
Enjoy!
Melis
New posts
10.05.05 (12:47 pm) [edit]I have a couple of new blog posts but to check them out you will have to go here:
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Melis
I really can't take it anymore
09.29.05 (10:22 am) [edit]I just can't take it any more. While I love all the friends I have made along the way, I regret to say I am moving my Blog. I have Already moved my posts, and am working on moving the extraneous information. I will continue to visit and blurt, and read, but if you follow my meanderings and would like to continue to do so, you will have to visit my new blog. It is located at http://boomersangel.blogspot.com/" title="http://boomersangel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"http://boomersangel.blogspot.... I paid for a premium membership here at Tblog, and I feel like I got screwed royally. But, I guess you live and you learn and when absolutely necessary, you move on. Blogspot is run by Google, so at least it is maintained and I Feel reasonably comfortable that my words will not just up and disappear one day. If you are equally fed up with Tblog, feel free to check it out as well, as it is free, and is a lot more stable and user friendly.
Melis
Finally a new post....
09.28.05 (12:39 pm) [edit]So I made friends with the little boy down the street. Some how, even thought my mother provided poor example of healthy relationship between the opposite sexes, we had a fairly good friendship that I can recall. I must say however, it was very short lived. If it were up to me, or him I would imagine, we would probably still be friends today, but, life circumstances sometimes, most times, dictate the way things will go in your life, whether you like it or not. It was not in the cards for us to be friends for very long, in fact, my roots have never been sewn very deep anywhere, with anyone, friend, family or otherwise.
I remember playing with my friend outside a lot in our side yard, in his yard, and in his house. We did a lot of outdoor/boy stuff together, because I was not a doll person so much and I did that stuff with my little sister when she was left in my charge. We were out on his porch playing with his cars one cool October evening. He had the really awesome miniature type hotwheels type cars and we loved to race them on his porch. My Mom had come downstairs and was walking around the side of our house when we saw Fred pull up in his El Camino. I guess my mom was coming to get me for dinner or to tell me it was time to come inside because that was usually the only reason she came out and around that way. Fred got out of the car and walked up to my mom real close and was looking real mean at her. We could’nt hear what he was saying to her because they were too far way, but I knew it was not nice by the look on his face, and the fact the my mom looked like she wanted to run away from him. They stood talking like that for what seemed like forever, but was actually only a couple of minutes. My mom kept shaking her head like she was telling him no. All of a sudden Fred tried to grab for my mom’s arm and my mom backed away from him. He screamed her name and then started chasing her through the yard. The whole time this was going on she was telling him stuff like "No, I don’t want to", "I can’t go with you" , "It is over". He did finally get a hold of her and I saw something shiny in his hand that he was holding close to her, but I did not know what it was. I started to get really worried because he was taking her toward his car. I thought he was going to take her somewhere and leave us all alone for good this time. Fred almost had my mom all the way in the car when a police car came speeding down the street and screeched to a stop in front of Fred’s El Camino. I thought "Boy, we are lucky this time!" …….
Life
09.21.05 (9:30 am) [edit]Sorry I have been MIA lately, Life has decided to run me over like a MAC Truck and then back up for a second run at me. I promise to get back to the story this evening. Unless, of course The truck continues to chase me!!
Moving On Again...
09.16.05 (9:57 pm) [edit]We moved on from
