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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-27192350887700922552014-11-20T19:19:00.001-08:002014-11-20T19:19:21.097-08:00I'm Mad at the Moon! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>A cute children's story, by Mary:</b></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">O ... M ... Gosh!<br />Finally got back on my blog and<br />soooo happy to be here!<br />Hope everybuddy is well!<br />XOXO</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Awwwww, RATS!<br />ART ABOUT TOWN art show opening night <br />in Westport, Connecticut has been rained out!<br />Revised date is Thursday, May 29th!</b></span></td></tr>
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<br />ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-70168375734850889172014-05-15T08:21:00.000-07:002014-05-15T09:09:02.648-07:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another of my paintings which will be on exhibit</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at Chic Jolie<br /><br />PINK FLOWERS</span></td></tr>
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<br />ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-13684200873763450122014-05-15T08:15:00.001-07:002014-05-15T08:15:29.003-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Come to the Art About Town art show in Westport Connecticut - May 22 - June 15.<div>
Opening night (Thursday, May 22nd) all of Main Street will be closed from 5:30 - 8:30. </div>
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There will be musicians, artists demonstarting how they paint and food ... it will be lots of fun!</div>
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This is one of my paintings (GATHERING FLOWERS) which will be on exhibit at </div>
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CHIC JOLIE, 57 Main Street. All paintings are for sale.</div>
ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-35314981310953610652014-02-24T14:57:00.000-08:002014-02-25T07:06:03.109-08:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm mad at the Moon</span></div>
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She hasn't much sense</div>
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She comes at my bedtime</div>
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And sits on my fence</div>
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And then starts to act</div>
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Like a silly balloon -</div>
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And that's why</div>
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And that's why</div>
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I'm mad at the Moon!</div>
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She plays peek-a-boo</div>
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With some clouds in the sky</div>
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Or hide-and-go-seek</div>
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With a tree that's nearby</div>
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Then sends lots of Moonbeams</div>
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To dance in my room -</div>
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And that's why</div>
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And that's why</div>
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I'm mad at the Moon!</div>
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She loves to dress up</div>
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Like a silly old clown</div>
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Or look like an orange</div>
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All juicy and round</div>
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Sometimes she's a slice of</div>
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A lemon for tea</div>
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Or just a big grin</div>
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That is laughing at me!</div>
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I've seen her race stars</div>
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All across a black sky</div>
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I've seen birds make marks</div>
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On her cheek or her eye</div>
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But she keeps on smiling</div>
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That silly old loon</div>
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Oh, sometimes it's hard</div>
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To stay mad at the Moon!</div>
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If only she'd come</div>
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When I'm up in the day</div>
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Then I would gladly</div>
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Come outside and play</div>
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But that's when she chooses</div>
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To sleep in her room</div>
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And that's why</div>
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And that's why</div>
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I'm mad at the Moon</div>
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But somehow tonight</div>
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She has not come at all</div>
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And I must admit</div>
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That I miss her sweet call</div>
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If only she'll promise</div>
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To hurry back soon</div>
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I'll never more </div>
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Ever</div>
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Be mad at the Moon!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">*Sorry my (mean ol') computer won't allow me to add all my illustrations to </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">this poem ...</span><span style="font-size: small;">so you will just have to use your imagination. Sorry sorry sorry. :(</span></div>
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ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-16508193659435754042014-02-21T15:53:00.000-08:002014-02-21T16:00:31.341-08:00Lent is fast approaching:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
Catholic Girl</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by
me,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Mary</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">(A
brief autobiography)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I
was raised in a convent, with nuns as my teachers,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
lots of monsignors and priests as my preachers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I
am NOT amused to have my faith made sport of</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">For
I'm a Good Catholic Girl ... (er … well … sort of),</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My
life is a penance to work out on Earth,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With
no room for romps, for amusements or mirth,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I
don't go to bars or wear black patent shoes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">That
reflect my undies, don't swear or drink booze.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I'm
prim and I'm proper, in fact, I'm a saint</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">(And
I'll kill anybuddy who sez that I ain't!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I'll
bet some carouse lots, from Mondays to Mondays,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
dally in sin, and I bet that on Sundays</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They
don't go to mass or get in holy ruts</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
they think that us Catholic Girls are all nuts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Easy
for them to go dissing the Pope</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
saying a Catholic Girl is a dope</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Who
gives up her cookies, (no, I mean for Lent),</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">While
the likes of these others just never repent</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But
are free to sin freely and never confess it,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Or beg for a priest to forgive and God bless it -</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They
most likely have lots of men on a string,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
go out each night on a wild, carefree fling!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Life,
for such people's a mad, joyous whirl,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Without
all the guilt of a Catholic Girl -</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But
a Catholic Girl </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>Knows</i> i</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">f
she's living <b>WELL</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
<b>ENJOYIN</b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>G</b> her life,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She
will go straight to Hell!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-88723558150270682292014-02-13T15:15:00.001-08:002014-02-13T15:17:58.848-08:00<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2629188318121189444" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2629188318121189444" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: large;">It's snowing ... AGAIN!</span></div>
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<span style="color: midnightblue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="background: #ffff00;">'Sno</span></b></span></span></span><span style="color: midnightblue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>
</b></span></span></span><span style="color: midnightblue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="background: #ffff00;">Fun</span></b></span></span></span><span style="color: midnightblue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>!<br /><br />Is there
anything nicier,<br />sugar 'n spicier,<br />anything more sweet or
grandish,<br />than to see falling snow<br />setting all hearts aglow,<br />making
everything so Fairylandish?<br /><br />Each flake makes me quiver<br />with
wonder,<br />I shiver<br />as softly I sing "Jingle Bells" -<br />ah, the beauty, the
thrill,<br />as it climbs up my sill<br />with its luscious white whipped-creamy
swells.<br /><br />I give up counting flakes,<br />each succeeding one makes<br />a more
mountainous mound out my door.<br />Why does it keep falling?<br />It's getting
appalling!<br />I'll never get out any more!<br /><br />Now the power's gone
<bleat>,<br />no TV and no heat,<br />and my batteries are down to
two!<br />Won't someone please stop it?!<br />I can't see atop it -<br />the snowplows
can't even get through!<br /><br />They'll find me next Spring<br />frozen to
everything,<br />what the heck am I going to do?!<br />I have had
it!<br />Enough!<br />Who invented this stuff?<br />You know,<br />I just hate
snow,<br />don't you?<br /></b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know this must be just a dream -</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The cat's been eaten by the cream,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A chicken's made a wishbone wish</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And turned a frog into a fish</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">OUCH!</span></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Child Within<br /><br />You try to hide,<br />But I know who you are,<br />Big as an Atom,<br />Small as a Star.<br />You're the Wind when it whistles,<br />Fires that flame,<br />All of the Known a</span><span style="font-size: large;">nd Unknown</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Without name.<br />You're the Calm and the Quiet,<br />The Truant and Free;<br />You're all the wide World,<br />I know you -<br />You're me.<br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm
still in Recovery Mode from
my How-I-Met-My-Idol-Richard-Armitage-aka-John-Thornton-
Excellent-Adventure-at-the-92nd-St-Y-in-NYC. It all happened on the
night of January 16<sup>th</sup>, 2014. Our Richard was to be part of
a group of actors doing a READING of Pinter/Proust.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">First
of all, I DARED myself to go to NYC and take on all the challenges of
such an "excellent adventure" without making a trip to OZ
to get me some COURAGE, first.<br /><br />I plotted and planned for DAYS
before the trip, sometimes assuring myself that I could always opt
out if I wanted to. Who would know? After all, no NORMAL person my
age would easily consider going into New York City … by train ...
alone ... on a cold Winter night ... and then have to make her way to
92nd Street by whatever transportation she could find, and then sit
in a darkened theater for hours WITHOUT falling asleep. (I always
fall asleep in darkened theaters in my ... advanced age.)
</span></div>
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<div style="border: none; padding: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">(The
key word above is *NORMAL*. I do not consider any Richard Armitage
fan (or Fankle, as some of us on this British website called C19,
call ourselves) normal. C19 is a website mostly devoted to Richard
Armitage, and we are all proud members of the Armitage Army. We are
all hopelessly, deliriously obsessed with Our Richard, as we call
him.)<br /><br />So, ignoring all the pleadings from my own common sense,
(or what little of it I have), </span><span style="font-size: large;">I
did it – even with the gnawing worry that I would probably make
quite a few blunders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When
I got into bustling Grand Central Station, I asked a police officer
if he could tell me the best, </span><span style="font-size: large;">least
expensive but fastest way to get to the 92</span><sup>nd</sup><span style="font-size: large;"> Street Y. He
told me I had three options: the first was a bus, but he didn't think
that was a good idea because it would take ages, what with all the
stops and the congested traffic; the second was by taxi, but that
would be reallly expensive, and the third way was by subway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We
walked over to a counter and he got a map and proceeded to tell me to
make sure to go to the ticket booth downstairs at the subway station
and buy a ticket for $2.50 and another ticket for $5.00, (huh?), and
then make sure I took the train going north, and then make sure to go
past three stops and then ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I
interrupted him politely here and said I thought I'd better opt for a
cab because I was sure I'd make a mistake of some sort and probably
end up in New Jersey. He laughed amiably and agreed that a cab might
be my wisest choice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So
I went outside into the cold night and walked three blocks before I
finally got a taxi. I could see that the street traffic was indeed
truly horrific and the cab would probably cost me a fortune ... but
after all, it was to SEE OUR RICHARD IN PERSON, and wasn't ANY
expense, any effort, worth THAT?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The
cab to the Y cost $20.00, tip and all.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I
checked in at the ticket counter to pick up the ticket I had ordered
by phone and asked if someone could deliver a small package I had
brought for Richard Armitage. A nice young fellow said he would take
it to Richard personally. I could have hugged him. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As
luck would have it, I had gotten to the Y in time to sit in on the
discussion in what's known as The Gallery, before the Readings. Never
expected I would be allowed in, but I was. The discussion was so
delightful, the speakers so witty and charming, as well as so
informative.<br /><br />Then it was upstairs to the balcony for me. I
tried to see if I could spot TWO people in particular: a woman whose
name online was <i>Fantastica</i>, and another whose name was <i>Librarygirl</i>.
No luck yet.<br /><br />The READING began, and OMG – suddenly there was
our Richard! (Be still my heart!) I'm afraid all the other
performers/readers proved a bit of a blur, because I had eyes mainly
for RA. I even kept focused on him when he just sat in the back
onstage after each reading of his parts. Imagine ... I was breathing the
same air as he was. (I'll bet ALL the members of the Armitage Army
who were there that night must have been thinking the same. I mean,
this was no ordinary HUMAN BEAN we were seeing on that stage. This
was OUR DEAR DARLING LOVABLE RICHARD ARMITAGE! )<br /><br />Well, he was
simply ... Richard. Which is to say he was charismatic, eloquent,
funny when the lines called for him to be funny ... in short, he was
magnificent. Many a time I wanted to pinch myself to prove this
wasn't all just a dream. I guess Proust is okay ... and I guess
Pinter is okay ... but Richard could have been reading the telephone
directory for all I cared, and I would have been in Swoonville just
as easily.<br /><br />During intermission, I was sure I had spotted
one of the ladies I had hoped to meet (I had been given a description
of her and her real name, as well as her online name (which was
*Fantastica*) and told she would also be looking out for me.) I went
over, close to where she was sitting and managed to call out her real
name. (She's shy and very private and prefers not to have her </span><span style="font-size: large;">real </span><span style="font-size: large;">name mentioned.) She immediately turned and looked at me - then she
broke out in a BIG SMILE and came charging over to me, and we broke
out in giggles and hugged. I had been told beforehand that it was
her birthday, so I gave her a tiny figurine I had made and wished her
a happy birthday. (I had also made her a card, but I never could find
it in my darned, overcrowded tote. Rats!). Talking to her, I felt as
if I'd known her for YEARS. Truly lovable. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />How could this
evening be more perfect than it had been so far, I asked myself. I
was soon to find the answer when, after the Reading was over,
Fantastica and I went down to the lobby and, on a hunch, made our way
close to the Gallery area ... and suddenly THERE WAS OUR RICHARD!
Smiling, looking so happy, so quietly animated, so thoughtful and
gentle. He posed for picture after picture, his manner so welcoming,
that handsome face so benign ... looking a bit tired, but so obviously
enjoying being with his ardent fans.<br /><br />Fantastica, took my
camera and took the picture you see here in this blog. (I was afraid
to look at it until I was back on the train, on my way home.)<br /><br />It
was in the midst of this well behaved little mob of fans that I also
discovered I was standing next to ... of all people ... Librarygirl.
She was soooo cute, and soooo funny, with such a tall, handsome
hubby!<br /><br />IMO, THIS part of the evening was entirely THE BEST
part. Being in Our Richard's presence, having a picture taken with
him, hearing him laugh and talk and just being so ... well, I'm
sorry, but the most apt word I can think of to describe him is: SO
SWEET! It was HEAVEN! He told me he had gotten my package and thanked
me. He was talking to ME. Richard Armitage was smiling and talking to
ME!
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<span style="font-size: large;">He
calmly signed autographs, posed for pictures, spoke to us in that
low, mellifluous voice of his. He even told the guard standing nearby
that he would not leave until he had seen all his fans.
Wottaguy!<br /><br />When it was all over and Richard had left, a group
of us headed out the door and then hugged and kissed goodbye. We were
strangers no more, but Armitage Army buddies.<br /><br />I grabbed a cab
and headed back to Grand Central Station (another fortune in taxicab
fare ... but who cared!?)<br /><br />I missed my 11:22 PM train by THREE
MINUTES, but who cared?<br /><br />I thought it was the LAST train, and I
might have to either sleep in the waiting area to catch the next
train in the morning, or find a motel ... but who cared?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Luckily,
tho, I found out at the Information booth that there was a 12:07 AM
train. HURRAY!<br /><br />I was in such a dream state on the train,
reliving the evening in my mind, (and occasionally napping off), that I missed my stop. Uh oh ...
what to do now? I got off in (OMG) Fairfield and luckily found a cab,
and tho it cost another small fortune to get me back to my car at the
Westport station, I thought ... who cares!?<br /><br />I tell you ...
EVERYBUDDY should have a DOSE of Our Richard in their lives. It's
better than a shot of caffeine or adrenalin!<br /><br />(I apologize to
anyone who fell asleep while reading this.)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BTW - If you'd like to see the series that initially got all us women so hooked on Richard Armitage aka John Thornton, you can view the entire series on Youtube. Here is the link - just copy and paste it in your browser:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>http://youtu.be/JslYJ2pvk8w</u></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">WARNING: you won't like *John Thornton* AT ALL when you first see him. But, hold on. You'll soon be all (Lady) Ga Ga over him ... I guarantee it. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(Be sure you watch <i>BBC North and South</i>, or you'll get a Western instead.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">(The following is a TRUE story. I hope it won't frighten anybuddy. )</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">GETTING
EVEN </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;">… <span style="font-size: large;">a True
Story of Revenge</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">by me,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mary</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When
I was a senior at St. Brendan’s all-girl Catholic High School in
Brooklyn, I got an after-school part-time job at Oppenheim Collins
department store. </span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.44in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Since
I had no experience, I was hired as a stock girl. Though I
worked in the basement of the store, the atmosphere was pleasant, the
job was easy, and my co-workers were genuinely nice people. Our
responsibility was to unload each new arrival of cartons containing
clothes for sale, iron any that needed to be touched up, hang them on
wheeled racks and ticket them. Then the men would take turns
delivering them by freight elevator to their appropriate
departments on the upper sales floors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One
day we were joined by an “older man” … a freshman from St
John’s University. I was immediately smitten. I remember going home
that night and telling my mother about this </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>cute
guy</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> who had just been
hired. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since
wearing makeup was strictly taboo for a Brendanite, and since I had
zero sense of style, I was pretty much a plain Jane. Certainly not a
creature who might induce a college freshman to swoon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But
he and I really got along well; we became great pals. We would often
take breaks together, sometimes with other co-workers, and we'd
spend our time talking and joking in the lounge. I secretly
adored him, and I was glad he liked to spend time with me, even if he
did consider me just a </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>nice
kid</i></span><span style="font-size: large;">. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then
prom time at St. Brendan’s came around. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One
of the drawbacks of an all-girl’s high school is that if you wanted
to go to your prom, </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>you</i></span><span style="font-size: large;">
had to ask a guy. I, of course, asked my secret crush. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He
turned me down. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He
said he was going steady with a girl named Annie and it wouldn't be
right for him to take me to a prom. My crush had crushed me. I never
did go to my prom … for me, it was either him or nobody.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually
we both left Oppenheim Collins and we lost touch. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A
few years later I got a job working at Simplicity Patterns in New
York City as a technical illustrator. I had always loved to draw and
to sew, and my current goal was to become a fashion
illustrator. I had also learned to wear makeup and had acquired
a pretty fair sense of style.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One
day I decided to go to a nearby department store on my lunch hour to
pick up a present for a friend. As I entered B. Altman’s and was
heading for the escalator, I spotted a familiar figure over at the
silverware counter. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It
was none other than my </span><em><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">crush</span></span></em><span style="font-size: large;">
… only he was even more adorable than I remembered. At first I was
gripped by a sudden paroxysm of shyness, but then I mustered some
courage and walked over to his counter and said something like “Hi
… remember me?” </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His
look of astonishment, once he did finally recognize me, gave me a
lift. I like to think he might have been a bit floored by how
much I had evolved since our days at OC.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We
laughed and exchanged a few pleasantries, and before I left, he </span><em><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">asked
for my phone number. S</span></span></em><span style="font-size: large;">omewhere
in our conversation I gleaned he was no longer seeing
Annie.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We
soon started dating.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And
that’s when I finally got even with him for not taking me to my
Senior prom.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I
married him.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My painting of Anne and her kindred spirit/best friend, Diana,<br />from one of my all-time favorite books:<br />ANNE OF GREEN GABLES</span></td></tr>
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THE ALABASTER BALL</div>
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<span class="userContent">by me</span></div>
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Mary :)</div>
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<span class="userContent"><span style="color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Earth sent invitations</span></span></div>
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</span><span style="color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
To a danse one night</div>
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Requesting all invited</div>
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Please – to come in white.</div>
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The glass-coached clouds assembled</div>
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And the Ebon Sky</div>
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Banked its brightest fire,</div>
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Snuffed each candled eye.</div>
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Then the Winds belled music</div>
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Set a whirling pace</div>
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And down the Heavens</div>
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Waltzed the Snows,</div>
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In their finest lace.</div>
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Earth sent invitations
To a danse one night
Requesting all invited
Please – to come in white.
The glass-coached clouds assembled
And the Ebon Sky
Banked its brightest fire,
Snuffed each candled eye.
Then the Winds belled music
Set a whirling pace
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I can't believe I finally solved my *forgot-my-password* problem.<br />
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BUT<br />
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I'M BAAAAAACK! (again ;)<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once
upon a mall, there lived a family of mice,<br />Some of them were
naughty, but most all of them were nice,<br />Some of them were gray,
and some were brown, and some were white,<br />But all of them were
wise enough to just stay out of sight.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
shoppers, busy shopping, never noticed them at all,<br />For nobody
suspected there were Mall Mice in the mall,<br />Until a baby mouse got
stuck inside the Mall Toy Store,<br />While playing hide-and-seek with
his mice cousins, night before. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
ran around in panic. It could not open the door!<br />And it got awful
frightened there, alone in that toy store.<br />"Someone come and help me!" the wee mouse squee-squeaked and cried,<br />It couldn't
budge the door, although it tried and tried and tried. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
poor mouse grew so tired that it cried itself to sleep<br />Between
some woolly teddy bears, and cozy cuddly sheep.<br />Soon the wool
grew itchy, and the mouse began to wriggle -<br />A young clerk saw the
woolly toys begin to wiggle, wiggle</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Timidly,
upon a chair, climbed up the young salesclerk,<br />To see what made
the stuffed toys move, then jumped back with a jerk!<br />"A
MOUSE!" she screamed! "A MOUSE! A MOUSE!" </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They heard
her everywhere,<br />And all the morning shoppers started running, here
and there -</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They
ran from shops, they ran to stairs, ran down up escalators,<br />Some
slid on the banisters, some took the elevators!<br />They screamed in
horror as they ran, scaring latecomers out -<br />"MICE!"
they screamed, "MALL MICE!" they screamed, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">as they raced
all about!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some
ran to cars, some ran to trains, some took Bus Number 2, <br />(Even
though that bus was only going to the zoo).<br />All around the city
the mall people ran in fright,<br />They ran and ran and ran until they
all ran out of sight.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
pretty soon the mall looked emptied out of every human,<br />No
salesclerks, and no shoppers, not a single man or woman<br />Seemed
left inside the mall, and no one now would go in there,<br />The mall
became deserted. From beneath a woolly bear</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
little mouse crept out to spy, and seeing all was clear,<br />It called
out to its family: "Come out! See! No one's here!"<br />The
mice tip-toed out carefully, then saw that it was true,<br />The mall
was quite deserted; not a human was in view.</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Mall Mice were delighted, there was no one there at all<br />To keep
them now from doing what they loved to, in the mall -<br />They tried
on hats, they tried on clothes, they rode toy trains and cars,<br />And
when they all got hungry, they raced down to the food bars.</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They
had a mouse-y party, slurping burgers, fries and shakes,<br />And
sipping bubbly sodas, munching crullers, candies, cakes,<br />They even
ate some crazy things that odd mice seem to love<br />But never get a
chance to eat. (One even ate a glove). </span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
suddenly, they heard a cry from somewhere in the mall,<br />A cry as if
a baby was inside somewhere … and all<br />The mice began to chitter
and to look here, there, and there,<br />To see just where the cry was
coming from, just where where where? </span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
right outside the Candy Shoppe, they spied a baby child,<br />Crying
crying crying, then it stopped crying and smiled<br />When it saw
the tiny mice, peeking so curiously,<br />And chittering and
chattering and squeaking "Squee! Squee! Squee!"</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Someone's
left a BABY here!" the mousy moms exclaimed!<br />"Oh, we've
got to help it … it must need its diaper changed!"<br />Down to
the mall drugstore they sent all of the micey men,</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
back they came with diapers, talcum, food and milk, and then</span></span></span></div>
<br />
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
mousey moms all helped to clean and change the baby’s diaper,<br />And
then they took the baby food and fed her. One said, "Wipe
her<br />Mouth with some soft tissues." 'Twas a Granny mouse, and
she<br />Began to sing mouse lullabies, so soft and Granmousely.</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pretty
soon, all changed and fed and powdered every place,<br />The little
baby fell asleep, a smile upon its face.<br />The mother mice stood
guard, the daddy mice remained there, too,<br />Just in case the
mommies needed more errands to do.</span></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
to their eyes, and their surprise, they saw a mall guard come,<br />With
a frantic lady. "She must be the baby's mum!"</span></span></span></div>
<br />
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
seemed this mom had fainted in a dressing room, somewhere</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
When she heard that cry of “MICE!”, and no one saw her there.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s
when her baby crawled away, back to the Candy Shoppe</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where
it had seen a green and red and orange lollipop!</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
mommy mice squeaked, flittering. They ran inside a cup-<br />board, as
the baby's mommy came and scooped her baby up.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
S<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">he
quickly checked and found someone had fed and cleaned her child,<br />And
saw that it was cared for, and then suddenly she smiled -</span></span></span></div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
spied the diapers and the food, the mice prints in the powder,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
adding up the mousy clues, the mommy’s voice grew louder.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"The
Mall Mice saved my baby!", cried the mother, with a tear,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh,
everyone! Do come and see! The Mall Mice have been here!"</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span></span><br />
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
soon the people flooded back to the deserted mall,<br />And started
leaving cookies for the Mall Mice, as they all<br />Marveled at the
story of the brave, brave little mice,<br />Who cared for the small
baby, (which proved mice are awful nice).</span></span></span></div>
<br />
<div align="CENTER" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They
all now get on famously, and when shoppers recall<br />The story of the
Mall Mice, they are proud that in </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>their
</i></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mall<br />The
mice are so courageous and so kindly as to dare<br />To look after a
baby with such tender, mousy care.</span></span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(But, deep
within, the mommy mice still wish with all their might<br />Someone
would leave another infant in the mall, some night,<br />So they could
change its diaper, feed it food, and then would see<br />Another baby
smile at them,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
happy as could be!) <br /><br />The End!!!</span></span></span></div>
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ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-15079491812536221872013-08-07T13:58:00.000-07:002013-08-07T13:58:11.529-07:00BIG, HUGE, HUMONGOUS ANNOUNCEMENT!!! :)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">O ... M ... GOSH!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I actually succeeded in publishing my fairy tale </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"GRUMBLE LISA" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for </span><span style="font-size: large;">Kindle </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on AMAZON!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am sooooo proud of myself!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Being a complete (and I mean TOTAL)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Computer Iggoramus,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I still managed to DO IT!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(Admittedly, it's not a purrrrfeKt job, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but hey ... </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it's my <em><u>first attempt</u></em>!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm sure(?) I'll get better with each </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">new work I publish! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Right?)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(Hopefully, the correKt answer is *right*! ;)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Please go to Amazon and check it out?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At $2.99 a copy, I shall be rich rich rich </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in no time at all!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(Meanwhile ... um ... </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">couldja lend me 5 bucks?)</span><br />
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<br />ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-17350757412513423682013-08-05T19:03:00.001-07:002013-08-05T19:09:28.418-07:00Did you know *things* as a child that you've forgotten since? Yeah ... me too. :)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">I Used To Know ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">I used to know the Wind's real name</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">And where she came from, when she came -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">She'd trim the wings of sailing boats</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">In billowed swirls of petticoats,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Or toss her hair and leaves would fly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Like flames across a cobalt sky.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Sometimes at night she'd stamp and weep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">And wake me from my nested sleep,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Or part the dragon-clouds and spill</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Bright stars across my window sill,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Then dance through trees, from bower to bough,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">And where she went, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">I used to know ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
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<br />ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-78800803302289547862013-07-25T08:00:00.000-07:002013-07-25T08:00:15.341-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;">Off to Cape Cod. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">See you when (IF?) I return! ;)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Everybuddy STAY WELL!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><3 <3 <3</span> ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-62973765503443180462013-07-25T07:50:00.001-07:002013-07-25T07:50:17.615-07:00Enough nonsense ... let's get Sirius!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Bereft</span></strong></div>
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<strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Knows all about the Haunts of Night;</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Terrored by her bankruptcy,</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">She steals the Sun's gold solvency,</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Pawns it for a silvered mien</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">And so begins her <em>Regents Reign</em>.</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">But Sirius, who owns this right,</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Who <em>knows</em> the Moon belongs to Night,</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Will not be stilled. He whispers "Thief!"</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.</span></strong></div>
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ItsMeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045894115567738055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629188318121189444.post-31216532581887236222013-07-24T10:04:00.000-07:002013-07-24T10:04:28.730-07:00and another cartoon:<br />
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