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Michael 9348 2248 Indian...	RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch 3/6/2012 2:52:19 AM
	Quote: Hello Mike,Thank you so much Miguel. I have always felt that I talk too much and that people get sick of hearing me. I have two partially written stories that I may combine together and see what I can do with them. I do need to find a cheap dictionary because I always kept one handy. I do not like to use words over and over again but would rather substitude words of the same meaning to deviate from too much repitition. I will also need a spellfinder as well. By the way, I still look young as well. It's just all those wrinkles that get in the way. GOD BLESS YOU ~Mike~ http://www.countryvalues65.com I have for long thought along the same lines than Amanda, that you should only work writing stories or poetry or anything for a living. You are naturally endowed for it. I have never read a post from you that I was not immediately trapped by it - or, rather, by the way you wrote it. But I don't think you need to retake your same stories from the past, you can certainly write about anything you like and make it so fascinating that the reader will immediately feel trapped too. Hugs, Miguel
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Michael 9348 2248 Indian...	RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch 3/6/2012 3:49:13 AM
	Hi Amanda, I was never treated that badly by my parents, but I could never measure up to their standards. However, bad experiences that we encounter through life are also learning points. As you pointed out, by knowing how James was brought up, you were determined to raise your children differently. When I was seven, one of my brothers accidently hit me in my mouth with a golf club, ruining my teeth for life. I was teased and taunted throughout my grade school years which taught me that 'sticks and stones may break your bones but names will never hurt me' physically that is. However the name calling does hurt mentally and will leave deeper scars than sticks and stones. During the seventten years that I was married to Maureen, I was hospitalized for nervous breakdowns at least six times, being hospitalized for between two weeks to three months. On one of those occasions I was still pretty much depressed after being in the hospital after about the fourth day. My doctor suggested that I think good thoughts. He also suggested that I start singing to get my mind off my problems. I took his advice and the following day I could be heard up and down the phsycho ward singing a happy tune. My doctor also heard me singing and rushed me into his office. He told me to pick a different song to sing and I told him that I liked the one I was singing and besides I knew all the words to it. It was a fairly new song on the radio and I memorized it. He shook his head and said that it was okay that I liked the song and knew the words, but he did not think that this was the appropriate place to be singing a song entitled "They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha!! Ha!!" He suggested that I change the words at least, to make it sound better. I agreed and about a half hour later I was walking by his office singing my new version. "They're coming to take my doctor away Ha!! Ha!!." The nurses liked it. Basically, whatever situations that I have been through in life, I have always tried to make the best of it. As an example, in that particular hospital the only choice we had for coffee was Decaf. I don't like Decaf coffee so I would walk over to the mall next to the hospital and buy a cup of regular coffee. If anyone else wanted coffee I would take their orders and they would pay me for their coffee, sandwich, or whatever else they needed. During one of my doctors visits I noticed my doctor making a face while drinking his coffee. I smiled. About an hour later, I knocked on his door, walked in and handed him a cup of regular coffee. He sipped, said "Ahhhh. That's more like it." I smiled and walked out. A few minutes later the doctor rushed into the break room and asked where I got the coffee. I told him that I got it at the mall. He said that I did not have off grounds priviledges as yet and was not allowed to go to the mall. He then went to the nurses station to ask if they knew that I had gone to the mall, but then noticed that all four nurses had a cup of coffee from the mall. It turned out that not only did I not have off ground privileges, I did not even have privileges to leave the ward. He ordered an immediate session to vote on my privileges that included at least one nurse and patients that had been there for awhile. He put the first priviledge to a vote for off ward and everyone voted in favor. The nurse then made a motion for the next priviledge and finally the off grounds priviledge. All were approved. The doctor threw up his hands, said "I Give Up." and walked out. This was not a run of the mill hospital, this was the hospital that Elizabeth Taylor chose whenever she needed to get away. She had checked out about four days before I checked in. GOD BLESS YOU ~Mike~ http://www.countryvalues65.com
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Michael 9348 2248 Indian...	RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch 3/6/2012 4:31:46 AM
	Quote: Hi Kathleen, I agree with you entirely. When we write poetry, it is like story telling in condensed form. Each song has a subject matter. Depending on how we write each poem determines the flow of the song. By ryming each line or each two lines sets up the flow or tempo of the song. Amanda's poem would require a violin To accentuate various segments and perhaps a deep drum tone to bring out emotions. Poems do not necessarilly have to ryme, however it does help to know when and where the poem or song changes tempo. The most important thing for all of us to remember is that no matter what advice people give us, whether good or bad, we have to approach each project our way because after all it is our emotions that are fueling our desire to write and therefore our written word becomes our creation. Whether we leave our poems as such or decide to use a song format as a vehicle to send our message out, we must continue our journey of creativity. We are not the only ones with these feelings, as there are many that have the same emotions but are not able to convey their thoughts as we do. Therefore, if your thoughts are sad or happy, whether they portray a utopian world or one in despair, or if you enjoy a whimsical take on life, you have to approach each project the way you see it to be and never give in to critisism because this belongs to you and no one else. Therefore, when someone asks "Why Write Poems?" your reply to them should be, "Because I can." GOD BLESS YOU ~Mike~ http://www.countryvalues65.com Hi Mike, I was married to a man for a quarter-century who said "Why write poems? They just take up a full sheet of paper...why not just put it into one sentence instead of wasting space?" THAT's from a man who had a collection of 250 music CD's and always dreamed of being in the music industry. I said to him, "SONGS are POETRY set to MUSIC!" Sheesh! Besides that, poems don't usually "waste the space" of repeating lines the way songs do. Anyways, Miguel is correct, write from this moment forward, from your heart & soul, and now you have more life to write about than you did before...and I think all writing from peoples' hearts is always captivating!
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Mary Evelyn 23244 5352 Strawb...	RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch 3/6/2012 5:06:44 AM
	Hello friends, I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully, and reply to your interesting posts. Right now I'm having connection issues for some reason and hopefully I can stay connected long enough to leave you with this I got today from one of my email friends. Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account for your use. However, this prize has rules, just as any game has certain rules. The first set of rules would be: Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another$86,400.00 for that day. The second set of rules: The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, Its over,the game is over! It can close the account and you will not receive a new one. What would you personally do? You would buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right? Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right? ACTUALLY This GAME is REALITY! Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can't seem to see it. The MAGICAL BANK is TIME! Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us. What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost. Yesterday is forever gone. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time....WITHOUT WARNING. SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?

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Sugar 15 5 Cambs	RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch 3/6/2012 9:26:01 AM
	Thanks for this info. It was appreciated. ;-)
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