<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:08:54.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formerlyROSIE</title><subtitle type='html'>*the unedited rantings of a fat 43 year old menopausal ex -talk show host * -married mother of four-
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(add * ocd * adhd * lmnop * suv * dvd * y not me)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111455446435191502</id><published>2005-04-26T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:27:44.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new site is up</title><content type='html'>the blog has moved, the new site is up - at &lt;a href="http://rosie.com"&gt;rosie.com&lt;/a&gt;... leave your comments there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111455446435191502?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111455446435191502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111455446435191502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-site-is-up.php' title='new site is up'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111452589956196163</id><published>2005-04-26T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:31:39.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>free stuff</title><content type='html'>there is a guy on espn &lt;br /&gt;world poker tour&lt;br /&gt;slicing a carrot &lt;br /&gt;by flinging playing cards&lt;br /&gt;with stunning accuracy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems impossible&lt;br /&gt;and a tad scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in la &lt;br /&gt;doing press&lt;br /&gt;4 the movie &lt;br /&gt;that airs this sunday &lt;br /&gt;do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;tivo desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw nadia &lt;br /&gt;from idol &lt;br /&gt;at the airport&lt;br /&gt;gave her a big ol hug &lt;br /&gt;like we were friends&lt;br /&gt;tv does that&lt;br /&gt;she was sweet and beautiful &lt;br /&gt;and kind to all the strangers&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;acting like they knew her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my site has been down &lt;br /&gt;for remodeling &lt;br /&gt;sometime soon &lt;br /&gt;a new rosie.com &lt;br /&gt;all blog &lt;br /&gt;all the time &lt;br /&gt;with flickr 2 boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will a button &lt;br /&gt;for ur e mail address&lt;br /&gt;sign up if u want &lt;br /&gt;i am gonna try &lt;br /&gt;to send ya free stuff&lt;br /&gt;like on my show &lt;br /&gt;only here on the net...&lt;br /&gt;i've been told it's impossible &lt;br /&gt;which means&lt;br /&gt;i will figure out how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weenie and jackie and me &lt;br /&gt;tried to stay up &lt;br /&gt;all night &lt;br /&gt;like we used to &lt;br /&gt;we went to applebees&lt;br /&gt;and then to the marriot&lt;br /&gt;watched meet the fockers&lt;br /&gt;on pay per view&lt;br /&gt;and fell asleep by 10:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with three spouses&lt;br /&gt;and 9 kids between us &lt;br /&gt;it was the best we could do &lt;br /&gt;43 ain't young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "your'e not a friend of the letterman show"&lt;br /&gt;guy - said it never happened&lt;br /&gt;yeah - and i am a size six&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;4 me it falls into the &lt;br /&gt;life is too short category &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting a line of t shirts&lt;br /&gt;the first one &lt;br /&gt;"go blog urself"&lt;br /&gt;the second&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know rosie - we're not friends"&lt;br /&gt;the third&lt;br /&gt;"hold a grudge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111452589956196163?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111452589956196163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111452589956196163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-stuff.html' title='free stuff'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111428122741300614</id><published>2005-04-23T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:33:47.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>depends</title><content type='html'>so i just found out &lt;br /&gt;i am gonna be offered &lt;br /&gt;a big money deal &lt;br /&gt;by jenny craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be true&lt;br /&gt;cause i read it in a magazine &lt;br /&gt;a real one with glossy pages&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;a href="http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/03/newsweek-wed-205.html"&gt;newsweek&lt;/a&gt; - full of facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently kirstie alley &lt;br /&gt;had brokered a deal for me &lt;br /&gt;convincing craig - or jenny &lt;br /&gt;they needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no &lt;br /&gt;maybe they haven't heard &lt;br /&gt;i am on maintenance&lt;br /&gt;yes - this is it &lt;br /&gt;pretty much &lt;br /&gt;give or take a swing 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met jeanu from survivor&lt;br /&gt;on the early show yesterday &lt;br /&gt;i liked her in real life &lt;br /&gt;and on tv &lt;br /&gt;lazing around in the hammock &lt;br /&gt;then quitting when she was done &lt;br /&gt;bravo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on tony danza&lt;br /&gt;i met bryn &lt;br /&gt;the orvelle redenbocker bow tie boy &lt;br /&gt;from the apprentice &lt;br /&gt;love him &lt;br /&gt;he is very short - &lt;br /&gt;which he didn't look on television &lt;br /&gt;and sweet as sweet can be&lt;br /&gt;i loved him in the cab &lt;br /&gt;after being fired&lt;br /&gt;saying he realized &lt;br /&gt;there's no place like home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how donald trump&lt;br /&gt;got his millions? &lt;br /&gt;he father gave it to him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha stewart &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;made all her money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh life&lt;br /&gt;carolyn and george &lt;br /&gt;pretty much ARE trump international &lt;br /&gt;there is no wizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to his second wedding &lt;br /&gt;with jason opsahl &lt;br /&gt;my kinecki from grease&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was invited &lt;br /&gt;cause he knew marla &lt;br /&gt;from doing will rogers follies &lt;br /&gt;on broadway &lt;br /&gt;marla is very nice&lt;br /&gt;donald...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the secret with his hair &lt;br /&gt;i think he had the back part of his scalp &lt;br /&gt;near his neck &lt;br /&gt;removed (like a 2 inch strip)&lt;br /&gt;and then had it sewn on &lt;br /&gt;the crown of his head&lt;br /&gt;so it's kinda growing &lt;br /&gt;only upside down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the go with gusto &lt;br /&gt;bald look &lt;br /&gt;than the &lt;br /&gt;how the hell is that happening&lt;br /&gt;hair of the donald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again &lt;br /&gt;he likes his women thin&lt;br /&gt;and in heels&lt;br /&gt;2 each his own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight &lt;br /&gt;me weenie and jackie &lt;br /&gt;are going to have a sleep over &lt;br /&gt;in our hometown hotel &lt;br /&gt;we will toast to weenie joining me &lt;br /&gt;in the 43 club &lt;br /&gt;jackie will tease us about being old &lt;br /&gt;she joins may 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to go to all the places we did &lt;br /&gt;when we were 16 &lt;br /&gt;and used fake id &lt;br /&gt;to get in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a depends night &lt;br /&gt;i am sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's 2 u world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111428122741300614?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111428122741300614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111428122741300614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/depends.html' title='depends'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111422449641027700</id><published>2005-04-22T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:48:16.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY FOSTER MOM</title><content type='html'>IN 1998&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT THE SUMMER IN MIAMI &lt;br /&gt;RELAXING AFTER &lt;br /&gt;WHAT SOME WOULD CALL &lt;br /&gt;A BREAKDOWN&lt;br /&gt;PANICKED &amp; DESPERATE - SPIRITUALLY SEARCHING&lt;br /&gt;THE DARKNESS HAD RETURNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T WATCH THE NEWS &lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A TINY ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT &lt;br /&gt;IN LITTLE HAVANA&lt;br /&gt;A FIVE YEAR OLD GIRL WAS BRUTALLY RAPED &lt;br /&gt;BY A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD “FRIEND OF THE FAMILY”&lt;br /&gt;THE CHILD'S MOTHER SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE INCIDENT&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NEXT ROOM - SIX FEET AWAY&lt;br /&gt;THE BABY HAD BEEN BEATEN &lt;br /&gt;HER TEETH BROKEN - HER BODY RIPPED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REPORTER DID NOT GIVE THE CHILDS NAME &lt;br /&gt;DID NOT SHOW HER FACE &lt;br /&gt;YET SHE HAUNTED ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT OF HER DAILY &lt;br /&gt;KNOWING THERE WAS A REASON &lt;br /&gt;SHE RESONATED WITHIN &lt;br /&gt;ONE I COULD NOT YET SEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MONTH LATER &lt;br /&gt;MY TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER GOT SICK&lt;br /&gt;I CALLED A DOCTOR - WHO CAME TO THE HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS KIND AND CHATTY &lt;br /&gt;FULL OF BAD JOKES&lt;br /&gt;HE TOLD ME HE WORKED OUT OF CHILDRENS HOSPITAL &lt;br /&gt;WHERE - I REMEMBERED &lt;br /&gt;THIS YOUNG GIRL WAS BEING TREATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED IF HE KNEW OF HER&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID HE DID - SHE WAS IN BAD SHAPE&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED HIM IF I COULD VISIT HER&lt;br /&gt;HE WASN'T SURE, BUT HE WOULD TRY TO ARRANGE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ALLOWED TO MEET HER &lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS LATER &lt;br /&gt;AT THE GLADSTONE CENTER&lt;br /&gt;A HOME SEXUALLY ABUSED GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;I AGREED TO VISIT THE GIRLS AS A GROUP &lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT SHOWING ANY SPECIAL INTEREST IN THIS ONE CHILD &lt;br /&gt;I STILL DID NOT KNOW HER NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHT BEFORE MY VISIT&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE HANDCUFFED MOTHER ON TV&lt;br /&gt;BEING LED INTO COURT&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY - ANGRY - DETACHED AND SCARY&lt;br /&gt;THE NEWS ANCHOR SAID SHE WAS NOT COOPERATING WITH THE POLICE&lt;br /&gt;I HATED HER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORNING ARRIVED&lt;br /&gt;I FELT SICK&lt;br /&gt;I HAD BEEN TO PLACES LIKE GLADSTONE BEFORE &lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME FELT DIFFERENT  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GLADSTONE CENTER IS DIFFICULT TO FIND&lt;br /&gt;IT IS COMPLETELY HIDDEN BEHIND A CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;OFF A MAIN ROAD&lt;br /&gt;WITH ONLY A SMALL WOODEN SIGN WHISPERING THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;I WALKED DOWN THE PEBBLE FILLED DRIVEWAY &lt;br /&gt;TOWARD THE ONE STORY CEMENT BLOCK BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;TINY COLORED WILD FLOWERS FOUGHT THEIR WAY &lt;br /&gt;THRU THE GRAY GREEN TANGLE OF WEEDS&lt;br /&gt;A BURST OF BLUE - THE HUE OF HOPE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I INTRODUCED MYSELF TO THE STAFF&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARDLY&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO THANK THEM&lt;br /&gt;BUT DID NOT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I WAS BRIEFED&lt;br /&gt;THEN ESCORTED TO THE THERAPY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY GIRLS - AGED 5 TO 17 &lt;br /&gt;WERE SITTING IN A CIRCLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TO CONJURE UPON THEIR FACE &lt;br /&gt;THE EMOTION WRITTEN ON THE CARD &lt;br /&gt;IN THE THERAPISTS HAND&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY - CONCERNED - SHY - SAD - ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERAPISTS DETERMINED TO  RECONNECT THE CUT WIRES &lt;br /&gt;INSIDE THE HEARTS AND HEADS OF THESE KIDS&lt;br /&gt;TO PULL THEM BACK FROM THE ABYSS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS INTRODUCED&lt;br /&gt;SOME GIRLS WERE EXCITED TO SEE ME&lt;br /&gt;OTHERS TOTALLY DISINTERESTED&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL HAD QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”YOU IN THE FLINTSTONE MOVIE?”&lt;br /&gt;“DID YOU COME IN A LIMO?”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU LIVE IN A MANSION?”&lt;br /&gt;“WHY YOU HERE SEEING US ANYWAY?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK A BREATH&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD THEM I WAS THERE BECAUSE I WAS ONE OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WANTED THEM TO KNOW THEY HAD VALUE&lt;br /&gt;THAT THERE WERE MANY ADULTS LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;WHO ONCE WERE KIDS LIKE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD THEM TO BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES &lt;br /&gt;TO KNOW THERE WERE MORE GOOD PEOPLE THAN BAD&lt;br /&gt;THAT THERE WERE GROWN UPS &lt;br /&gt;WILLING TO FIGHT FOR THEM&lt;br /&gt;TO PROTECT THEM - TO LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;I WAITED FOR A  RESPONSE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ASKED IF I KNEW RICKY MARTIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING THE Q AND A I SPOTTED HER&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL FROM THE NEWS STORY&lt;br /&gt;NOONE POINTED HER OUT - I JUST KNEW&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS HARD TO MISS&lt;br /&gt;LANKY - BEAUTIFUL AND OBVIOUSLY SUFFERING&lt;br /&gt;WITH A ROUND FACE - BROWN HAIR AND HUGE EYES &lt;br /&gt;SHE BOUNCED IN AND OUT OF THE ROOM &lt;br /&gt;ON AND OFF OF CHAIRS AND LAPS &lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS MANIC BUSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE PAID NO ATTENTION TO ME&lt;br /&gt;FOR MOST OF MY STAY &lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS OUT OF THE ROOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VISIT WAS WINDING DOWN &lt;br /&gt;I TOOK A POLARIOD WITH EACH GIRL&lt;br /&gt;AND GAVE EACH A BEANIE BABY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I  STARTED TO LEAVE &lt;br /&gt;SHE WALKED BACK IN THE ROOM &lt;br /&gt;THE STUFFED ANIMALS CAUGHT HER EYE&lt;br /&gt;EVERY KID HAD ONE&lt;br /&gt;SHE ASKED - IN SPANISH - IF THERE WAS ONE FOR HER&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS&lt;br /&gt;SHE CHOSE ONE - CUDDLED IT - AND LOOKED UP AT ME&lt;br /&gt;AFTER A MOMENT - ASKED  IF I  WANTED TO SEE HER ROOM&lt;br /&gt;I GLANCED AT THE THERAPIST&lt;br /&gt;WAITING FOR APPROVAL&lt;br /&gt;SHE NODDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BABY/CHILD PUT HER TINY HAND IN MINE &lt;br /&gt;AND LED ME DOWN THE HALL &lt;br /&gt;THE LAST ROOM WAS HERS &lt;br /&gt;OLD WOOD BUNK BEDS - A SMALL DRESSER AND A DESK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE PUT THE BEANIE BABY I GAVE HER  &lt;br /&gt;BESIDE TWO OF HER OWN&lt;br /&gt;HER DOCTOR GAVE HER THOSE - SHE TOLD ME PROUDLY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE WHO STICHED HER UP - I THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ONE BEANIE BABY WAS A DOG &lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER TWO BEARS WITH CLOSED EYES AND FOLDED PAWS&lt;br /&gt;SHE TOLD ME THE BEARS MOMMY WAS DEAD&lt;br /&gt;SO THE BEAR WAS VERY SAD&lt;br /&gt;YES - I TOLD HER - THE BEAR MUST BE SAD&lt;br /&gt;SHE GAVE A NON CHALANT NOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE HER THE EXTRA BEANIE BABIES &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE WERE LEAVING &lt;br /&gt;I ASKED IF I COULD TAKE A PICTURE OF US&lt;br /&gt;FOR ME TO KEEP&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID YES AND WE POSED TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE STARTED TO WALK AWAY&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT WANT HER TO GO&lt;br /&gt;I SAID IN BAD HIGH SCHOOL SPANISH &lt;br /&gt;“I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE LOOKED CONFUSED&lt;br /&gt;HOLDING THE BEANIE BABIES UP FOR ME TO SEE - &lt;br /&gt;TO REMIND ME - I HAD ALREADY GIVEN HER SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REACHED INTO MY POCKET &lt;br /&gt;AND HANDED HER A SMALL WHITE STONE&lt;br /&gt;THE KIND YOU GET AT NATURE STORES&lt;br /&gt;POLISHED AND INSCRIBED&lt;br /&gt;ON THIS ONE&lt;br /&gt;ONE WORD - LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“QUANDO TU MIRA ES, ENTIENDES TE QUIERRO”&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU SEE THIS - KNOW I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE LOOKED AT THE STONE - SMILED &lt;br /&gt;HUGGED ME AND WALKED TOWARDS THE DOOR&lt;br /&gt;SHE STOPPED &lt;br /&gt;AND WITH A LONGING BACKWARD GLANCE&lt;br /&gt;ASKED MY NAME&lt;br /&gt;IT HAD BEEN A WHILE SINCE ANYONE ASKED MY NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO - I TOLD HER&lt;br /&gt;SHE NODDED AND POINTED TO HER CHEST&lt;br /&gt;KASSANDRA - SHE SAID&lt;br /&gt;I NODDED&lt;br /&gt;SHE WALKED AWAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT DAY &lt;br /&gt;I FILLED OUT THER FORMS&lt;br /&gt;TO BECOME A FOSTER PARENT &lt;br /&gt;IN THE STATE OF FLORIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTED THE PROCESS &lt;br /&gt;THAT SHOULD HAVE BEGUN &lt;br /&gt;LONG AGO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THAT DAY &lt;br /&gt;I FORGAVE MYSELF &lt;br /&gt;FOR CRIMES THAT WERE NEVER MY OWN &lt;br /&gt;AND VOWED TO SAVE &lt;br /&gt;AS MANY AS I COULD &lt;br /&gt;AND IN DOING DO &lt;br /&gt;SAVED MYSELF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY FOSTER PARENT &lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111422449641027700?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111422449641027700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111422449641027700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/gay-foster-mom.html' title='GAY FOSTER MOM'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111412249457337937</id><published>2005-04-21T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:15:34.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterman</title><content type='html'>my problem with dave &lt;br /&gt;is a guy named rob &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blake was brand new&lt;br /&gt;had to be feb - march &lt;br /&gt;i am guessing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hosting &lt;br /&gt;the grammy's or tony's &lt;br /&gt;something on cbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the phone with les moonves &lt;br /&gt;(the then and still is boss guy)&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon we all learned &lt;br /&gt;dave had ticker trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a casual aside to mr moon v&lt;br /&gt;who spoke of his concern &lt;br /&gt;about sweeps w/o dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u r stuck for a host&lt;br /&gt;lemme know - i am here&lt;br /&gt;the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later &lt;br /&gt;rob barnett calls me &lt;br /&gt;the new ep &lt;br /&gt;i liked the old ep - morty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always been ed on the couch&lt;br /&gt;and morty by the desk &lt;br /&gt;change is hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello rob i said &lt;br /&gt;and off he went &lt;br /&gt;how dare i &lt;br /&gt;try to steal daves gig &lt;br /&gt;by calling les&lt;br /&gt;"you are not a friend of the letterman show - rosie" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a lot of umm's&lt;br /&gt;tried the truth &lt;br /&gt;i have a job &lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to help&lt;br /&gt;i was on the phone because of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we don't need your help rosie" &lt;br /&gt;click &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now &lt;br /&gt;today april 2005&lt;br /&gt;i have been asked again to do dave &lt;br /&gt;but - by now &lt;br /&gt;it's been so long &lt;br /&gt;blake is five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how i can &lt;br /&gt;i doubt i would be comfy &lt;br /&gt;as the "you are not a friend of the letterman show" &lt;br /&gt;tape would run on a loop&lt;br /&gt;as daves mouth moved &lt;br /&gt;and i heard the charlie brown teacher&lt;br /&gt;waa waa waaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would try too hard &lt;br /&gt;i can tell &lt;br /&gt;needy is never funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long suffering publicist &lt;br /&gt;tries to explain this &lt;br /&gt;to the new ep &lt;br /&gt;a smart sassy woman &lt;br /&gt;who seems kind and determined&lt;br /&gt;i like that in a gal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr manners barnett &lt;br /&gt;is no longer standing &lt;br /&gt;in mortys place&lt;br /&gt;but he is still around &lt;br /&gt;running would wide pants ...&lt;br /&gt;what if i see him in the elevator&lt;br /&gt;what if i don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy (lsp) says &lt;br /&gt;i should get over it &lt;br /&gt;not hold a grudge &lt;br /&gt;move on &lt;br /&gt;as if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like dave &lt;br /&gt;i wonder how he has changed &lt;br /&gt;since his boy arrived &lt;br /&gt;from black and white to color &lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;i know he grew a new heart&lt;br /&gt;with harry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111412249457337937?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111412249457337937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111412249457337937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/letterman.html' title='Letterman'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111402775829694670</id><published>2005-04-20T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:44:06.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXAS</title><content type='html'>there are over 25 thousand kids &lt;br /&gt;in the texas foster care system &lt;br /&gt;nearly all of them have heterosexual parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Protective Services (CPS) is responsible for promoting the integrity and stability of Texas families; investigating reports of child abuse and neglect; and providing homes and various services for children who cannot safely remain with their own families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While DPRS attempts to find permanent placements for all of the foster children in its care, it does not always succeed. About 900 Texas foster children in state care “age out” of the system each year, leaving foster care when they become eighteen or upon graduation from high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vast majority of children who "age out" end up in jail or on welfare &lt;br /&gt;stick this in your browser &lt;br /&gt;http://treatyoak.tdprs.state.tx.us:8020/Tare/jsp_public/SearchMain.jsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the faces &lt;br /&gt;of the kids in foster care - &lt;br /&gt;by the thousands&lt;br /&gt;they wait &lt;br /&gt;for a safe place to land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a bill passes&lt;br /&gt;in the texas house&lt;br /&gt;banning homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;from being foster parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on them&lt;br /&gt;900 kids &lt;br /&gt;leave the lone star states &lt;br /&gt;pathetic and substandard care &lt;br /&gt;without ever having &lt;br /&gt;a home of their own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no parents are better than gay parents &lt;br /&gt;according to moronic REPUBLICAN robert talton &lt;br /&gt;and his partner in hate&lt;br /&gt;fellow gop &amp; nra member&lt;br /&gt;suzanna hupp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her &lt;br /&gt;ms hupp&lt;br /&gt;shook her hand &lt;br /&gt;during the million mom march &lt;br /&gt;told her i was sorry for her loss &lt;br /&gt;her pain unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of suzannas parents were shot dead &lt;br /&gt;during the lubys massacre&lt;br /&gt;as she lay helpless beside them &lt;br /&gt;her registed handgun sat&lt;br /&gt;locked in her car &lt;br /&gt;a few yards away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does one survive that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understood when suzanna became &lt;br /&gt;a vocal pro gun lobby gal&lt;br /&gt;how could she not &lt;br /&gt;i imagine she is plagued with - if only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this bill &lt;br /&gt;this hate filled rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;posing as policy &lt;br /&gt;how can susan &lt;br /&gt;allow this to become her legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva Thibaudeau, who with her partner of eight years is a licensed foster parent, said she was in shock over the amendment. During the past eight years, she and her partner have adopted four kids and fostered 75 children. "I am just so hurt and surprised, especially now [when] we are facing an ongoing crisis of not having enough resources to take care of foster children," said Thibaudeau, a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are any of those who voted &lt;br /&gt;foster parents &lt;br /&gt;have they looked into the eyes of these lost children&lt;br /&gt;before deciding to limit their options &lt;br /&gt;of being found &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty / lefty &lt;br /&gt;hazel / blue&lt;br /&gt;gay / straight&lt;br /&gt;tall / short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up people &lt;br /&gt;kids die in foster care daily in america&lt;br /&gt;the whole system needs to be overhauled&lt;br /&gt;kicking the queers &lt;br /&gt;who are ready willing and able to help &lt;br /&gt;is absurd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111402775829694670?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111402775829694670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111402775829694670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/texas.html' title='TEXAS'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111394497880718916</id><published>2005-04-19T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:05:15.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pope joni</title><content type='html'>Theres a new pope - who cares &lt;br /&gt;Not me &lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;br /&gt;I feel more connected to survivor &lt;br /&gt;Then the catholic church &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irish babysitter&lt;br /&gt;She hates the word nanny &lt;br /&gt;And so do I &lt;br /&gt;As she is nothing like juliette mills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sitter friend&lt;br /&gt;She - was consumed by the whole spectacle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in Belfast in the 70's &lt;br /&gt;She's a good catholic girl &lt;br /&gt;No matter how she disagrees with the church &lt;br /&gt;He was the pope after all &lt;br /&gt;So she watched the funeral at 4 am &lt;br /&gt;Then took a nap by the pool at 4 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today they got a new one &lt;br /&gt;He has a name I cannot spell &lt;br /&gt;I am gonna call him pope b &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on cnn &lt;br /&gt;Americans waiting in the piscillica&lt;br /&gt;Wen't ballistic with joy &lt;br /&gt;When they saw the first tuft of white smoke &lt;br /&gt;Only to be devastated moments later &lt;br /&gt;When the grey arose &lt;br /&gt;All on camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“White flags of winter chimneys&lt;br /&gt;Waving truce against the moon &lt;br /&gt;In the mirrors of a modern bank &lt;br /&gt;From the windows of my hotel room” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel about joni mitchell &lt;br /&gt;the way some do about the pope&lt;br /&gt;Joni is as close to the source&lt;br /&gt;As one can get &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words guide me &lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack of my soul&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can ever say &lt;br /&gt;Or express &lt;br /&gt;That she has not already &lt;br /&gt;With a brilliance that blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a joni church &lt;br /&gt;I would apply to be a bishop &lt;br /&gt;I can quote her like some do Leviticus&lt;br /&gt;She makes more sense&lt;br /&gt;2 me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy dreamland&lt;br /&gt;Get all her cds if you can &lt;br /&gt;The lastest are spectacular&lt;br /&gt;The violins alone &lt;br /&gt;Magical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer capitalizes things&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;It uses apostrophes too &lt;br /&gt;And underlines each mistake &lt;br /&gt;Talk about buzz kill&lt;br /&gt;Makes one afraid to try even &lt;br /&gt;Ya know ?&lt;br /&gt;Capital y &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After re reading this blog &lt;br /&gt;I feel warner books was correct&lt;br /&gt;About passing on this mess&lt;br /&gt;It is too disjointed &lt;br /&gt;And confusing &lt;br /&gt;Like a radio on scan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go &lt;br /&gt;Tangent here - tangent there&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't even follow it &lt;br /&gt;And I have a map &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I am gonna have blue links &lt;br /&gt;In these missives&lt;br /&gt;So if u go get it on amazon &lt;br /&gt;Some money of it goes to charity &lt;br /&gt;How cool is that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 5 - Tuesday &lt;br /&gt;My pre simon nausea &lt;br /&gt;Is beginning &lt;br /&gt;That show reminds me of star seach &lt;br /&gt;Which I was on in 1984&lt;br /&gt;With a david Cassidy haircut &lt;br /&gt;And hefty bag full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I am a lonely painter&lt;br /&gt;I live in a box of paints&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened by the devil&lt;br /&gt;And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid&lt;br /&gt;I remember that time that you told me, you said&lt;br /&gt;Love is touching souls&lt;br /&gt;Surely you touched mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause part of you pours out of me&lt;br /&gt;In these lines from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are in my blood like holy wine&lt;br /&gt;And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could drink a case of you&lt;br /&gt;I could drink a case of you darling&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd be on my feet&lt;br /&gt;And still be on my feet”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111394497880718916?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111394497880718916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111394497880718916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope-joni.html' title='pope joni'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111387414427355773</id><published>2005-04-18T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:29:04.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rogue waves</title><content type='html'>the most amazing thing i have seen &lt;br /&gt;since moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;star wars meets the matrix&lt;br /&gt;magical transformative&lt;br /&gt;ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into the casino lobby &lt;br /&gt;heard a shrill scream &lt;br /&gt;a sound i had never heard before &lt;br /&gt;blood curdling - desperate &lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a wounded animal &lt;br /&gt;then i saw her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was 3 - maybe 4 &lt;br /&gt;curled up next to a tall&lt;br /&gt;shiny gold ash try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mommy" she wailed&lt;br /&gt;an ache so raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six feet away &lt;br /&gt;a man who is not paying any attention &lt;br /&gt;a teen - disinterested and sullen &lt;br /&gt;i thought she was alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the dad i ask &lt;br /&gt;kneeling down next to her &lt;br /&gt;yea he says - all of 24 &lt;br /&gt;i try to talk to the child &lt;br /&gt;who has stopped screaming &lt;br /&gt;but is still curled &lt;br /&gt;fetal position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call her name quietly &lt;br /&gt;as the dad tries to explain &lt;br /&gt;to her trembling back &lt;br /&gt;that i am on tv&lt;br /&gt;she is shivering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the mother i ask &lt;br /&gt;trying to quell my rage &lt;br /&gt;it's her birthday &lt;br /&gt;she's playing slots&lt;br /&gt;he says &lt;br /&gt;can u sign this?&lt;br /&gt;handing me the ripped top &lt;br /&gt;off his marboro lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go to dinner&lt;br /&gt;i have kobe beef &lt;br /&gt;he was on my show &lt;br /&gt;as a high school all american &lt;br /&gt;a shy boy &lt;br /&gt;his mom was with him &lt;br /&gt;kobe beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into ka we go &lt;br /&gt;the set alone is worth the ticket price&lt;br /&gt;feels like you are on another planet &lt;br /&gt;inside the thunderdome&lt;br /&gt;waterworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cirque de soleil guy &lt;br /&gt;he is van gogh&lt;br /&gt;right here and now&lt;br /&gt;crazy gifted &lt;br /&gt;visionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes in &lt;br /&gt;the woman behind me &lt;br /&gt;started singng &lt;br /&gt;perfect pitch &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to turn and look at her &lt;br /&gt;but was afraid she would stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized &lt;br /&gt;there are speakers in the seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok transition &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the norwegian dawn &lt;br /&gt;the boat we chartered last year &lt;br /&gt;for r family vacations &lt;br /&gt;and loved so much &lt;br /&gt;we charted it again &lt;br /&gt;for the crusie this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that beautiful boat &lt;br /&gt;was hit by a 70 foot rogue wave &lt;br /&gt;yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone was seriously hurt &lt;br /&gt;but all were scared shitless no doubt &lt;br /&gt;kel worried this would make people scared &lt;br /&gt;to come on our trip this july &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed &lt;br /&gt;cause i thought just the opposite&lt;br /&gt;a 70 foot rogue wave &lt;br /&gt;thats like lightning striking &lt;br /&gt;freakish and odd&lt;br /&gt;the chance of the dawn &lt;br /&gt;being struck by one again &lt;br /&gt;next to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole &lt;br /&gt;speaking selfishly &lt;br /&gt;the rogue was a plus&lt;br /&gt;for us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company NCL&lt;br /&gt;has been wonderful to us &lt;br /&gt;in every way &lt;br /&gt;the staff - the crew &lt;br /&gt;everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard they offered folks on the boat &lt;br /&gt;1/2 price off another cruise &lt;br /&gt;come on ours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we will make it up to you &lt;br /&gt;broadway stars nightly &lt;br /&gt;and free stuff daily&lt;br /&gt;and i promise&lt;br /&gt;the piano player &lt;br /&gt;will not play &lt;br /&gt;the theme from titanic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( although that did make me laugh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as an aside &lt;br /&gt;bette and tina &lt;br /&gt;together agaun &lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111387414427355773?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111387414427355773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111387414427355773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/rogue-waves.html' title='rogue waves'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111386285827982475</id><published>2005-04-18T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:18:32.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARAVEL</title><content type='html'>ms maravel – a twenty something beautiful &lt;br /&gt;almost hippie math teacher&lt;br /&gt;who was engaged to mr pic - &lt;br /&gt;the band teacher I loved instantly - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she - ms maravel - &lt;br /&gt;caught me in the hall &lt;br /&gt;without a pass &lt;br /&gt;the third day of seventh grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“open your locker – take out all the books”&lt;br /&gt;I did – speechless  &lt;br /&gt;with arms full she slammed the locker door closed&lt;br /&gt;“next time – detention, now go” &lt;br /&gt;and I did &lt;br /&gt;our first meeting&lt;br /&gt;without even a hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat maravel died last week &lt;br /&gt;nearly three decades after our rocky start. &lt;br /&gt;we buried her today. &lt;br /&gt;I sat today in the front row, &lt;br /&gt;where she placed me from the start &lt;br /&gt;inside her family.&lt;br /&gt;a part of, my very own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born twice – &lt;br /&gt;once in 1962, &lt;br /&gt;to a woman who left so quickly, &lt;br /&gt;I never got to know her. &lt;br /&gt;I carry her name, &lt;br /&gt;and from the few photos I have, &lt;br /&gt;her face as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born again &lt;br /&gt;in 1975 to pat maravel, &lt;br /&gt;a woman who refused to let go &lt;br /&gt;she forced life back into my soul – &lt;br /&gt;she stood solid and strong – &lt;br /&gt;she showed up – &lt;br /&gt;she stayed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never got to ask her why she did it. &lt;br /&gt;rescued this lost puppy of a girl, &lt;br /&gt;motherless and starving &lt;br /&gt;nothing special in any way &lt;br /&gt;What did she see in me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tested her for years, &lt;br /&gt;not able to trust, &lt;br /&gt;still so broken. &lt;br /&gt;bit I couldn’t shake her&lt;br /&gt;no matter how I tried &lt;br /&gt;and i did &lt;br /&gt;i was her most difficult child, &lt;br /&gt;she always says – &lt;br /&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;past tense&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I ever stop refrencing my mother&lt;br /&gt;i feel like Liza - with a z &lt;br /&gt;here we go again &lt;br /&gt;this old chestnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mom was sick, &lt;br /&gt;I thought if Barbras mom was sick, &lt;br /&gt;she would go on Johnny Carson &lt;br /&gt;and ask people to send a dollar and then would &lt;br /&gt;and she would buy medicine &lt;br /&gt;and her mom would liv&lt;br /&gt;i believed that true&lt;br /&gt;it’s not. &lt;br /&gt;I have the money now, &lt;br /&gt;and my second mom was not saved &lt;br /&gt;there is no magic medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“do you think I am dying?” &lt;br /&gt;she asked me in december &lt;br /&gt;“yes” I anwsered &lt;br /&gt;“me too” she said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after a moment, &lt;br /&gt;“ro, this is going to be very hard for you” &lt;br /&gt;i laughed as i cried, telling her &lt;br /&gt;“i could not love you more – I will look after the two you pushed out.” &lt;br /&gt;she put on her glasses to get one last look &lt;br /&gt;held me face in her hands &lt;br /&gt;and said “now go” &lt;br /&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god has a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;she gave me two mothers &lt;br /&gt;both die of breast cancer &lt;br /&gt;both times I am devastated beyond words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat maravel taught me about mothering freedom and family. &lt;br /&gt;about tolerance, activism and compassion&lt;br /&gt;she showed me how to live, how to love, how to give back&lt;br /&gt;she had strong opinions with an open mind &lt;br /&gt;and a will to live that defied doctors rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched myself on 20/20 &lt;br /&gt;talking about parenting&lt;br /&gt;i realized just today &lt;br /&gt;I sounded like pat&lt;br /&gt;the way I speak to my children &lt;br /&gt;is the way she spoke to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she was dying – &lt;br /&gt;almost too ill to talk &lt;br /&gt;i brought an 8x10 of the kids &lt;br /&gt;for her to see&lt;br /&gt;she smiled with the parts of her face&lt;br /&gt;that still worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put it on top of the dresser&lt;br /&gt;in plain view – near the window&lt;br /&gt;after an hour of only one word replys&lt;br /&gt;i got up to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stared at me hard &lt;br /&gt;wanting to say something &lt;br /&gt;i could tell&lt;br /&gt;she nodded toward the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the photo pat?”&lt;br /&gt;yes she nodded&lt;br /&gt;i took it down and brought it to her &lt;br /&gt;all emotional and dramatic &lt;br /&gt;“did you want to see the kids pat?”&lt;br /&gt;she rolled her eyes at me and said &lt;br /&gt;no - window &lt;br /&gt;then laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my picture was blocking her view&lt;br /&gt;of the birds and trees&lt;br /&gt;i got it – cracked up &lt;br /&gt;then retold it to Joy, Dolores and Jessie &lt;br /&gt;in front of her &lt;br /&gt;she laughed every time &lt;br /&gt;her closing joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her a lot &lt;br /&gt;now especially &lt;br /&gt;when I feel so much like myself&lt;br /&gt;again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Walters asked me if my mom &lt;br /&gt;would be proud of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was – &lt;br /&gt;her name was pat maravel&lt;br /&gt;she told me so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111386285827982475?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111386285827982475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111386285827982475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/maravel.html' title='MARAVEL'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111366804293166440</id><published>2005-04-16T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T01:32:41.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers</title><content type='html'>we went shopping for sneakers&lt;br /&gt;at the beverly connection&lt;br /&gt;a mini mall in the heart of hollywood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the selection is something to behold &lt;br /&gt;an entire wall of singles &lt;br /&gt;unmatched all facing right&lt;br /&gt;in ocd perfect order  &lt;br /&gt;hundreds of bright clean nike swoops &lt;br /&gt;and bouncy red rebooks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one pair for me – size nine – &lt;br /&gt;slip on velcro strapped &lt;br /&gt;white n yellow weave &lt;br /&gt;i love them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel was looking for slides &lt;br /&gt;two pairs she choose&lt;br /&gt;then worried she was spending too much money &lt;br /&gt;the threat of a multi million dollar law suit &lt;br /&gt;makes one frugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tell all i will meet them by the cashier&lt;br /&gt;off i go&lt;br /&gt;the aisle is long – the store huge&lt;br /&gt;i see the dad first&lt;br /&gt;he is walking toward me&lt;br /&gt;fifty maybe older – &lt;br /&gt;a gleandale fire fighter hat on his head&lt;br /&gt;a t shirt – unfashionable and worn &lt;br /&gt;the man stood out in beverly hills – &lt;br /&gt;he looked like he was from nebraska &lt;br /&gt;he spoke first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“how you doing buddy?” he said smiling  &lt;br /&gt;to someone he obviously loved &lt;br /&gt;i heard the answer &lt;br /&gt;before i saw the face it came from&lt;br /&gt;“I am so happy!” &lt;br /&gt;a boy of fourteen – an adorable richie cunningham &lt;br /&gt;his face flush with excitement – &lt;br /&gt;running to his father&lt;br /&gt;“they have my size on sale!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed – &lt;br /&gt;not looking at them – &lt;br /&gt;trying to give them privacy – &lt;br /&gt;yet longing to watch how it played out – &lt;br /&gt;this intimate exchange – &lt;br /&gt;this real moment in the town of tinsel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i took note – spingle – ping – &lt;br /&gt;pure – yes - thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the cashier kel payed &lt;br /&gt;as i looked at the revolving rack of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;behind me at the customer service counter &lt;br /&gt;I heard&lt;br /&gt;“it is blue with a zipper and orange piping” &lt;br /&gt;the pain in his voice obvious &lt;br /&gt;the red headed boy lost his wallet&lt;br /&gt;i felt my heart crack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the father went looking for it &lt;br /&gt;the happy boy from ten minutes ago &lt;br /&gt;was now a distraught mini man &lt;br /&gt;he looked my way – &lt;br /&gt;i asked where he last had it &lt;br /&gt;he told me – in a quivering voice &lt;br /&gt;he wasn’t sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy did not recognize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his wallet – had 50 dollars in it &lt;br /&gt;plus a tower records gift certificate &lt;br /&gt;he had gotten for his birthday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting out my hand to shake his –&lt;br /&gt;i handed him a hundred &lt;br /&gt;the way mobsters do movies&lt;br /&gt;folded up tiny &lt;br /&gt;i snuck it into his palm &lt;br /&gt;before he knew it was happening&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday i said &lt;br /&gt;and walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the urge to stay – &lt;br /&gt;attached to the result – was huge&lt;br /&gt;but i did not &lt;br /&gt;i walked out of the store – &lt;br /&gt;knowing in that twenty minute period &lt;br /&gt;i was both the giver and receiver &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vessel – the soul – &lt;br /&gt;the dark and the light – &lt;br /&gt;both things and all &lt;br /&gt;at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is real &lt;br /&gt;i have always known this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three weeks later &lt;br /&gt;my agent calls&lt;br /&gt;quincy jones wants to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;why I asked &lt;br /&gt;she didn’t know but assumed – &lt;br /&gt;as did i &lt;br /&gt;it was work related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called mr jones&lt;br /&gt;he knew the red haired boy &lt;br /&gt;and wanted to find the wallet woman &lt;br /&gt;who looked a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six degress of kevin bacon &lt;br /&gt;me richie q u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111366804293166440?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111366804293166440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111366804293166440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/sneakers.html' title='sneakers'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111366463106940415</id><published>2005-04-16T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:17:11.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 hearts</title><content type='html'>i lost &lt;br /&gt;but it was fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kels still sleeping &lt;br /&gt;which has only happened twice &lt;br /&gt;in the last 7 yrs&lt;br /&gt;not counting after viv came &lt;br /&gt;when her body was recovering &lt;br /&gt;from the primal push &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to refrain&lt;br /&gt;from devouring the mini bar &lt;br /&gt;snickers and mnm's&lt;br /&gt;breakfast of champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phil gordon is strikingly handsome&lt;br /&gt;and gigantor the space age robot tall&lt;br /&gt;he's got the most unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy phil gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave us a lesson&lt;br /&gt;b4 we entered the ring&lt;br /&gt;it was quite confusing &lt;br /&gt;to math challanged moi &lt;br /&gt;something about percentages &lt;br /&gt;which is fractions&lt;br /&gt;so my brain shut off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked how many hearts were left&lt;br /&gt;during one fake hand &lt;br /&gt;felt like algerba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bus leaves utah &lt;br /&gt;at 4 15 &lt;br /&gt;traveling 31 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;another bus leaves miami&lt;br /&gt;at noon &lt;br /&gt;traveling 23 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;how many leftys on board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r 13 hearts he told me &lt;br /&gt;i believed him &lt;br /&gt;he is 34 and single&lt;br /&gt;if i still had a show &lt;br /&gt;i would do a find phil a wife segment&lt;br /&gt;truly a charming guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i returned to yoga last week &lt;br /&gt;felt like coming home &lt;br /&gt;relax - be still&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111366463106940415?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111366463106940415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111366463106940415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/13-hearts.html' title='13 hearts'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111360152798653430</id><published>2005-04-15T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T17:45:27.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poker</title><content type='html'>in vegas&lt;br /&gt;about to play celeb poker&lt;br /&gt;i am not very good &lt;br /&gt;with real money &lt;br /&gt;but on pokerroom.com &lt;br /&gt;i am a champ &lt;br /&gt;i always have to be the little old woman &lt;br /&gt;who holds her purse&lt;br /&gt;on the table &lt;br /&gt;it takes me a while &lt;br /&gt;to find her free&lt;br /&gt;her appeal is universal &lt;br /&gt;apparently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the banned &lt;br /&gt;i am not sure how or y &lt;br /&gt;we are trying r best &lt;br /&gt;basically if u are rude &lt;br /&gt;crude &amp; out to maim &lt;br /&gt;out u go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u post under different names &lt;br /&gt;but with the same address&lt;br /&gt;they find u anyway&lt;br /&gt;big brother 4 sure&lt;br /&gt;there is no real anonymity&lt;br /&gt;in the blog zone&lt;br /&gt;careful&lt;br /&gt;they are dusting for prints&lt;br /&gt;as i type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law and order - intetnet division&lt;br /&gt;da daaaaam&lt;br /&gt;this fall on nbc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i invite dissent &lt;br /&gt;really i do &lt;br /&gt;just say it with style&lt;br /&gt;succint and 2 the point&lt;br /&gt;make em hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the space limit&lt;br /&gt;i asked for 50 words&lt;br /&gt;they decided 200 characters - &lt;br /&gt;my brain started listing &lt;br /&gt;mickey spidey phil and lil&lt;br /&gt;daffy goofy bugs fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to read em all&lt;br /&gt;the fun is in the links&lt;br /&gt;off 2 visit ur world&lt;br /&gt;from the safety of my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are waiting down there&lt;br /&gt;in the poker room &lt;br /&gt;i am nervous &lt;br /&gt;which is odd as it is not live&lt;br /&gt;and only a game &lt;br /&gt;and 4 charity 2 boot &lt;br /&gt;yet still&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a kid&lt;br /&gt;on open mike night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later - i will let u know how it went &lt;br /&gt;although &lt;br /&gt;i am not at liberty to discuss the outcome&lt;br /&gt;however.......&lt;br /&gt;i suck at secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seacrest out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111360152798653430?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111360152798653430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111360152798653430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/poker.html' title='poker'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111354276169196142</id><published>2005-04-15T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:26:01.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tummy ladies</title><content type='html'>i never saw her face&lt;br /&gt;I have one photo - blurry and worn &lt;br /&gt;I have stared at it often&lt;br /&gt;trying to feel her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that kelli has a baby in her tummy &lt;br /&gt;chelsea has freed her mind and mouth &lt;br /&gt;released in the guise of sisterly curiousity &lt;br /&gt;the underside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she was three, &lt;br /&gt;she told me, she remembered, &lt;br /&gt;when she was a tiny baby –&lt;br /&gt;my skin was very brown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i explained &lt;br /&gt;my skin has always been doughy white&lt;br /&gt;but the woman took care of you &lt;br /&gt;the one who was there everyday &lt;br /&gt;doing the things i chose to miss &lt;br /&gt;she did have brown skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work – sure &lt;br /&gt;but in the end - ultimately &lt;br /&gt;i chose not to participate&lt;br /&gt;i did not mother my baby girl&lt;br /&gt;busy - i was busy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we met when she was almost two &lt;br /&gt;having split open her mouth in the kitchen – &lt;br /&gt;she was handed to me bloody&lt;br /&gt;like all births – &lt;br /&gt;there were tears and trauma, &lt;br /&gt;terror and responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;and then, there she was&lt;br /&gt;an us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hello &lt;br /&gt;i think we are suppossed to do this together.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i am so late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mia was brown too &lt;br /&gt;she went missing as well &lt;br /&gt;now tanya, going away to &lt;br /&gt;chels had it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ tanya is studying to be a talking doctor, and isn’t going to be a nanny anymore. but if tanya and anthony have a baby, it will have brown skin. because the baby i saw in the mall, had brown skin and the mommy did too. so tanya’s baby will have brown skin, and i will be the nanny for the baby.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the flood gates opened &lt;br /&gt;there is no stopping her&lt;br /&gt;she has many questions&lt;br /&gt;she gathers facts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ i think kellis baby will have beige skin like kelli right?” &lt;br /&gt; yes. &lt;br /&gt;“so my tummy lady - the one who grew me in her tummy - she had this skin like me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nodded&lt;br /&gt;knowing how upsetting it was for her to realize, &lt;br /&gt;she was always going to have boring beige skin&lt;br /&gt;never the bourbon brown kind she adores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“same eyes, like me, blue, the tummy lady, right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes chels, right&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“did i come with anything? cause i remember a necklace when i was a tiny baby that lady gave me. I came with a necklace right mama” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chelsea, &lt;br /&gt;you did not come with a necklace &lt;br /&gt;but you did have a stuffed toy &lt;br /&gt;you came with a binky &lt;br /&gt;and a cute little pink outfit&lt;br /&gt;i have all of it in the safe &lt;br /&gt;and when you are bigger &lt;br /&gt;you can have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what kind of a safe? with a key or numbers?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea, &lt;br /&gt;i can’t even tell you what room it is in&lt;br /&gt;key- i said&lt;br /&gt;trying to sound sure and solid&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“a small key? a small silver key? can i see it? where do you keep it? what happens if you lose it?” &lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well chels – no worries&lt;br /&gt;i have the whole thing under control &lt;br /&gt;it is safe with me&lt;br /&gt;i will have it for you when you want it – ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“do you have a picture of the tummy lady in the safe?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter is not yet 5&lt;br /&gt;unending emotional access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“yes i do chelsea, she is very beautiful, like you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she leans back on her pillow and smiles&lt;br /&gt;catches her reflection in the mirror above her desk, &lt;br /&gt;she poses, wide eyed, working her shoulders, &lt;br /&gt;and throws her head back - laughing. &lt;br /&gt;like rita hayward, or zsa zsa gabor&lt;br /&gt;on a red carpet way back when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she is gone &lt;br /&gt;lost inside herself &lt;br /&gt;performing in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;off somewhere for a full two minutes&lt;br /&gt;when she returns, &lt;br /&gt;she sees I have been watching her&lt;br /&gt;she is caught but not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;she laughs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“why do tummy ladys sell their babies”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one hits be in the heart&lt;br /&gt;I explain selling is the wrong word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“but you told me most tummy ladies&lt;br /&gt;are too poor to keep a baby”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i did tell her that&lt;br /&gt;as poverty is the main reason women&lt;br /&gt;place their kids into anothers arms and care&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;your tummy lady wasn’t ready to be a mommy &lt;br /&gt;she was too young &lt;br /&gt;not yet able to care for herself &lt;br /&gt;she wanted you chels &lt;br /&gt;but she couldn’t give u &lt;br /&gt;all u deserve &lt;br /&gt;your tummy lady is very brave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“she must be sad mama &lt;br /&gt;cause she is poor and she misses me” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure she is chels&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she does miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;then she changes the subject &lt;br /&gt;something about parker&lt;br /&gt;and a frog they found near the river&lt;br /&gt;I half listen and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn’t sell you chels – &lt;br /&gt;she gave me the gift of you&lt;br /&gt;and I am so happy she did&lt;br /&gt;she wanted you in a happy home&lt;br /&gt;she couldn’t give you that&lt;br /&gt;she knew what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;she wanted so much 4 u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“can we have a family meeting tonight&lt;br /&gt;about the frog thing&lt;br /&gt;cause we wanna keep him &lt;br /&gt;in a shoe box” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family meeting yes &lt;br /&gt;frog in a box - I’m not sure&lt;br /&gt;no  promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how I love my eldest daughter&lt;br /&gt;an angel girl &lt;br /&gt;her brilliant brain never stops&lt;br /&gt;it will all fall into place&lt;br /&gt;for her - I know&lt;br /&gt;time understanding and compassion&lt;br /&gt;and finally healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey is the destination&lt;br /&gt;so said dan eldon&lt;br /&gt;he was right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111354276169196142?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111354276169196142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111354276169196142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/tummy-ladies.html' title='tummy ladies'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111349865450299789</id><published>2005-04-14T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:12:55.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>write now</title><content type='html'>how come when i want to go to a blue link name &lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of a post&lt;br /&gt;it brings me back to blogger home page &lt;br /&gt;and not to someone's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come some peoples blogs&lt;br /&gt;have comments but no way for me to post&lt;br /&gt;how come computers are so confusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted my first blog in decemeber&lt;br /&gt;then couldnt find my way back to it&lt;br /&gt;for 3 months&lt;br /&gt;nobody used to read it&lt;br /&gt;till&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at the computer typing &lt;br /&gt;write now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111349865450299789?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111349865450299789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111349865450299789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/write-now.html' title='write now'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111349474654536142</id><published>2005-04-14T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:05:46.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>money &amp; yellow</title><content type='html'>i know why michael moore screams &lt;br /&gt;because he must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael moore &amp; marshall mathers&lt;br /&gt;both won oscars&lt;br /&gt;because the art they made &lt;br /&gt;was pure yellow&lt;br /&gt;real and true&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;those in the audience&lt;br /&gt;hollywood elite&lt;br /&gt;voted for these two men  &lt;br /&gt;outcasts misfits &lt;br /&gt;for to deny the yellow&lt;br /&gt;would be artictic suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows where yellow comes from &lt;br /&gt;how to make it is big business &lt;br /&gt;but not a science&lt;br /&gt;there is no sure fire way to create it&lt;br /&gt;it arrives like magic &lt;br /&gt;uncontrollable &lt;br /&gt;real true and brutally honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joni mitchell is my yellow &lt;br /&gt;bruce springsteen – &lt;br /&gt;cyndi lauper&lt;br /&gt;i have been soaking in them lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow with my kids &lt;br /&gt;yellow with parker always  &lt;br /&gt;the boy who first handed me my own piece &lt;br /&gt;in human form – himself&lt;br /&gt;a blaze of bright yellow – &lt;br /&gt;warming my formerly frozen core&lt;br /&gt;parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is meant to be tough&lt;br /&gt;full of obstacles that slow us down &lt;br /&gt;forcing us to stay look and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to climb is the reason we were born &lt;br /&gt;into flesh form – &lt;br /&gt;from the cloudy spirit world  &lt;br /&gt;to conquer the hills we have yet to&lt;br /&gt;without an incline  &lt;br /&gt;our journey would be just a dull walk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fame stole my yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broadway shows &lt;br /&gt;the never fail yellow station &lt;br /&gt;"fill her up - high test" &lt;br /&gt;as the orchestra tuned up&lt;br /&gt;yellow – &lt;br /&gt;glorious life altering – &lt;br /&gt;soul fuel &lt;br /&gt;pulsing yellow yes&lt;br /&gt;always on broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in year three &lt;br /&gt;it went missing &lt;br /&gt;from my opening nights – &lt;br /&gt;the attention on me   &lt;br /&gt;ruined it somehow &lt;br /&gt;something was different&lt;br /&gt;i was not alone in the velvet seat&lt;br /&gt;a small part of the whole &lt;br /&gt;i became part of the show– &lt;br /&gt;people watched me watching&lt;br /&gt;threw off the balance&lt;br /&gt;it changed everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy  &lt;br /&gt;walking in nyc - gone&lt;br /&gt;finding the perfect cotton gap pull over &lt;br /&gt;on the sale rack - none there&lt;br /&gt;the beach – ruined&lt;br /&gt;all of it’s there places had failed me&lt;br /&gt;my yellow was officially missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth &lt;br /&gt;your truth &lt;br /&gt;what is it &lt;br /&gt;and how much can you compromise &lt;br /&gt;before it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told the truth on my show – &lt;br /&gt;year one and year two &lt;br /&gt;enough to allow the yellow&lt;br /&gt;it was there – &lt;br /&gt;the show was a hit&lt;br /&gt;yellow sells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams of barbra and tommy&lt;br /&gt;i believed in their yellow – &lt;br /&gt;guaranteed goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;i felt it in them &lt;br /&gt;still do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i was an unlikey winner&lt;br /&gt;a fat irish gal from ny – &lt;br /&gt;invited into the palace ball&lt;br /&gt;real life cinderella &lt;br /&gt;the public responded&lt;br /&gt;yellow yellow everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was canonized the queen of nice&lt;br /&gt;a misnomer 4 sure&lt;br /&gt;you can develop a taste for worship. &lt;br /&gt;soon as you do – &lt;br /&gt;the yellow fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow comes from living – &lt;br /&gt;constantly working &lt;br /&gt;makes creating impossible &lt;br /&gt;what could i share with others – &lt;br /&gt;when my truths &lt;br /&gt;were becoming more and more unreal&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with kel &lt;br /&gt;big yellow – &lt;br /&gt;a life changing level of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i reasoned with myself  &lt;br /&gt;i won't tell - but i won't hide&lt;br /&gt;kel came places with me &lt;br /&gt;the press knew - it was printed &lt;br /&gt;but i never commented &lt;br /&gt;it was ok for me &lt;br /&gt;for a while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the yellow we had together – &lt;br /&gt;lost something by never being let out&lt;br /&gt;truth - my truth&lt;br /&gt;i had to go &lt;br /&gt;return to myself &lt;br /&gt;with maybe enough time &lt;br /&gt;to detox my family &lt;br /&gt;to get us all back to the yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year i got a check &lt;br /&gt;for 42 million dollars &lt;br /&gt;i never see my money ever &lt;br /&gt;i live with my atm card &lt;br /&gt;600 bucks at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this check arrives &lt;br /&gt;at the money guys on a tuesday – &lt;br /&gt;on thursday my agent asks how it felt – &lt;br /&gt;to get a 42 million dollar check&lt;br /&gt;i told her i didn't know i had&lt;br /&gt;this upset her &lt;br /&gt;she measures in money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask kel – &lt;br /&gt;who does the money stuff –&lt;br /&gt;thank god – &lt;br /&gt;if i did get a 42 million dollar check &lt;br /&gt;she said - without missing a beat &lt;br /&gt;" yes but after taxes and commissions ...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now there is something wrong here&lt;br /&gt;many things in fact&lt;br /&gt;first off - no one person &lt;br /&gt;should ever get a check &lt;br /&gt;for 42 million dollars – &lt;br /&gt;it's absurd - obscene&lt;br /&gt;and if that person &lt;br /&gt;is not even aware that it arrived&lt;br /&gt;some kind of altered reality happening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 fucking million dollars &lt;br /&gt;with taxes and commissions &lt;br /&gt;only 24 million – &lt;br /&gt;not too bad for a thursday&lt;br /&gt;whose life is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so michael moore wins – &lt;br /&gt;and up he goes in his sears polyester suit &lt;br /&gt;in a size no one in hollywood &lt;br /&gt;would ever allow themselves to be &lt;br /&gt;he looked surprised - mikey did  &lt;br /&gt;the kid from the chess club &lt;br /&gt;invited to the homecoming dance&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;and then he did it&lt;br /&gt;he opened his mouth &lt;br /&gt;and actually said the words&lt;br /&gt;he spoke the revolution &lt;br /&gt;he told his truth &lt;br /&gt;and they – &lt;br /&gt;the ones who are not nearly as brave as he – &lt;br /&gt;those clad in million dollar jewels &lt;br /&gt;and almost believable lies &lt;br /&gt;boo-ed him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fame   forces you to be afraid – &lt;br /&gt;to be removed from who you are – &lt;br /&gt;alone in your dark private screening room&lt;br /&gt;feeling michael moores yellow – &lt;br /&gt;but too scared to admit in public &lt;br /&gt;that it lives there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i leave my show – &lt;br /&gt;it took my yellow &lt;br /&gt;i wanted it back &lt;br /&gt;without it i can’t live – &lt;br /&gt;the gray kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you cannot arbitrarily say to yourself, i will now continue my life as it was before this thing, success, happened to me. But once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle you are equipped with the basic means of salvation" &lt;br /&gt;tennesee williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111349474654536142?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111349474654536142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111349474654536142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/money-yellow.html' title='money &amp; yellow'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111344948409432677</id><published>2005-04-13T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:31:24.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rich man poor man</title><content type='html'>i love the news cafe &lt;br /&gt;tiny and trendy &lt;br /&gt;yet real enough &lt;br /&gt;2 survive the smell of tourism &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susan is visiting&lt;br /&gt;she needs a gift for her in- laws&lt;br /&gt;an ash tray maybe a tacky frame &lt;br /&gt;with MIAMI in day glo pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lost in the sweatshirt corner &lt;br /&gt;looking for a double XL – &lt;br /&gt;even though the XL looks huge &lt;br /&gt;to me it is never big enough &lt;br /&gt;unless it says double XL. &lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why i never seem able to lose weight&lt;br /&gt;don’t fuck with me&lt;br /&gt;i am a double XL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk into the tiny back room&lt;br /&gt;i bet it was a walk in closet at one time. &lt;br /&gt;there are floor to ceiling racks of magazines&lt;br /&gt;a tiny dark brown bamboo love seat &lt;br /&gt;a tiny table sits in front of it&lt;br /&gt;i saw him come in&lt;br /&gt;watched as he sat down &lt;br /&gt;quickly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is in his early 20’s. &lt;br /&gt;he is handsome, homeless &lt;br /&gt;and i think schitzophrenick&lt;br /&gt;i am totally intrigued&lt;br /&gt;captivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susan and kel are 30 feet away&lt;br /&gt;looking at towels &lt;br /&gt;they slowly make their way into the space that holds me and the beautiful boy/man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know his look would scare some&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;i want to get right next to him&lt;br /&gt;but i wait&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he speaks finally&lt;br /&gt;a whisper almost - a wish&lt;br /&gt;“hi rosie” - he mumbles&lt;br /&gt;his eyes move quickly around the room&lt;br /&gt;not landing on me - ever&lt;br /&gt;i turn toward him slowly&lt;br /&gt;“hi - what’s your name?” &lt;br /&gt;i ask extending my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stares at it – then takes it &lt;br /&gt;“michael...michael” - he says &lt;br /&gt;and becomes distracted&lt;br /&gt;i wait till me comes back &lt;br /&gt;he does &lt;br /&gt;“why did you shrink your hands?” &lt;br /&gt;he asks, perplexed&lt;br /&gt;i hold his eyes&lt;br /&gt;“they are not shrunk, i am a woman, my hands are smaller then yours. hold yours up, i will show you” &lt;br /&gt;he does and i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he nods&lt;br /&gt;but i do not think he understands &lt;br /&gt;to him – it is obvious&lt;br /&gt;i have shrunken hands&lt;br /&gt;he sees my scar &lt;br /&gt;traces it with his finger&lt;br /&gt;“are you good with a sword - like dragons and castles?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when he stepped off&lt;br /&gt;decided medication &lt;br /&gt;was hurting more then helping&lt;br /&gt;when did he believe &lt;br /&gt;he was well enough to go without&lt;br /&gt;did he tell anyone he stopped &lt;br /&gt;or did he just slip away &lt;br /&gt;right before their eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“no i have never used a sword. i have never seen a dragon. are you on meds michael?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he answered without thinking&lt;br /&gt;rattled them off - i caught only a few klonopin, attavan and something- adol &lt;br /&gt;he put his hand through his dirty brown  mane and cracked his neck&lt;br /&gt;i imagined him well &lt;br /&gt;clean with a choppy hair cut &lt;br /&gt;new abercrombie and fitch clothes&lt;br /&gt;he could model&lt;br /&gt;this boy with the sky blue eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask if he needs any money&lt;br /&gt;“no i have money in my pocket” &lt;br /&gt; “do you need anything michael?” &lt;br /&gt;shakes his head smiling - then not &lt;br /&gt;“nothing - are you on vacation now?” &lt;br /&gt;no, i tell him i live in miami&lt;br /&gt;as I am speaking &lt;br /&gt;he gets up and walks away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find my kel by the t shirts&lt;br /&gt;i settle for an XL, &lt;br /&gt;as there are no double xl’s &lt;br /&gt;in all of Miami &lt;br /&gt;i need a double XL&lt;br /&gt;in black &lt;br /&gt;it is slimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pay and leave and there he is &lt;br /&gt;by the curb&lt;br /&gt;smoking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;he nods at me&lt;br /&gt;i nod back&lt;br /&gt;i take the black t shirt from my bag and throw it to him&lt;br /&gt;“i did not pay for this” he confesses&lt;br /&gt;“i did, it’s for you” &lt;br /&gt;he stares at me for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;then says “rosie, you’re crazy.” &lt;br /&gt;i laugh, yes michael, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new tim daly show - eyes &lt;br /&gt;is great &lt;br /&gt;the guy from rich man poor man &lt;br /&gt;plays the villain &lt;br /&gt;triple love it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments are back &lt;br /&gt;as ping pong alone is no fun &lt;br /&gt;at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with a super blogger&lt;br /&gt;computer god today &lt;br /&gt;together we hope &lt;br /&gt;to kick it up a notch&lt;br /&gt;photos and flickr&lt;br /&gt;who knew this would be such fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111344948409432677?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111344948409432677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111344948409432677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/rich-man-poor-man.html' title='rich man poor man'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111335497987430075</id><published>2005-04-12T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:17:44.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol</title><content type='html'>ok constatine &lt;br /&gt;that's a movie &lt;br /&gt;this rock star kid &lt;br /&gt;who went to b way &lt;br /&gt;and it felt ok &lt;br /&gt;so he jumped&lt;br /&gt;blindly off faith cliff&lt;br /&gt;how bad could it be &lt;br /&gt;really &lt;br /&gt;american idol &lt;br /&gt;hey it's ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when he told his band he was going &lt;br /&gt;my handsome hero constintine was ridiculed&lt;br /&gt;but on he went &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember episode one &lt;br /&gt;he was chosen out of the line &lt;br /&gt;as one of the maybe you are going's&lt;br /&gt;and he dodged the bullet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a daughter to the left &lt;br /&gt;a sister to the right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right b4 he was saved &lt;br /&gt;safe &lt;br /&gt;i saw in his eyes &lt;br /&gt;no fucking way &lt;br /&gt;this cannot be the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;constintine &lt;br /&gt;who looked kinda high &lt;br /&gt;rocked the room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bout that &lt;br /&gt;i loved it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i saw that scotty guy &lt;br /&gt;i said to kelli &lt;br /&gt;he's a felon &lt;br /&gt;last week in people mag &lt;br /&gt;his mug shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shocked me tonight&lt;br /&gt;i almost didn't believe it was live &lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;br /&gt;simon saying to vonzell&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about which black girl &lt;br /&gt;would go first &lt;br /&gt;as if the two of them &lt;br /&gt;in the finals &lt;br /&gt;was out of the question &lt;br /&gt;he's an asshole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do rosie's broadway idol &lt;br /&gt;all kids from the chorus &lt;br /&gt;people u don't know &lt;br /&gt;one after another&lt;br /&gt;screaming sondheim&lt;br /&gt;in the mask with vibrato&lt;br /&gt;god's word signed&lt;br /&gt;in the key of yellow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on &lt;br /&gt;here we go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111335497987430075?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111335497987430075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111335497987430075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/idol.html' title='idol'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111319313379982482</id><published>2005-04-10T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:09:30.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>december 2002</title><content type='html'>my new daughter is not yet 2 weeks old &lt;br /&gt;sleep has eluded me for a dozen days&lt;br /&gt;linda ellerbee – newswoman – breast cancer survivor &lt;br /&gt;and all around good guy &lt;br /&gt;called to tell me her daughter had just gone into labor &lt;br /&gt;in seattle – &lt;br /&gt;could i – would i - &lt;br /&gt;emcee the ny women in film &amp; television event&lt;br /&gt;in ny in her place&lt;br /&gt;i thought no but said yes cause she is linda ellerbee  &lt;br /&gt;and so it goes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;four women were being honored, &lt;br /&gt;three whom i knew&lt;br /&gt;i was to introduce them and be witty&lt;br /&gt;i was&lt;br /&gt;i spoke about my new child – kel giving birth&lt;br /&gt;my wanting for an epidural during her delivery &lt;br /&gt;i was funny - after 20 years of stand up &lt;br /&gt;u can tell when it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand up is a challange &lt;br /&gt;take what you observe  &lt;br /&gt;your truth &lt;br /&gt;and make it universally understood&lt;br /&gt;this is much easier when you are unknown&lt;br /&gt;fame is odd&lt;br /&gt;i have been at both ends of the fame game – &lt;br /&gt;adored and abhored&lt;br /&gt;hard to know which one is more toxic &lt;br /&gt;currently i am not loved - but loathed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my show because i was done&lt;br /&gt;i had climbed to the top of this illusive mountain &lt;br /&gt;watched my millions - admired for my dedication  &lt;br /&gt;my focus my vision&lt;br /&gt;i got there and looked around and guess what – &lt;br /&gt;it is not as it seems&lt;br /&gt;i expected something different – &lt;br /&gt;something more... well&lt;br /&gt;a kind of peace  &lt;br /&gt;the feeling i got while watching funny girl&lt;br /&gt;it lived there - on the top of fame hill – or so i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begged barbra to come on my show &lt;br /&gt;she resisted - but then&lt;br /&gt;in a personal hand written note  &lt;br /&gt;one i have framed &lt;br /&gt;she warned me when we met - it would all be over &lt;br /&gt;my thing for her - my dream&lt;br /&gt;no i assurred her, it would not – &lt;br /&gt;for i was a devoted barbra lover - &lt;br /&gt;had been always&lt;br /&gt;i would not falter in my adoration &lt;br /&gt;as she was it – the keeper of the light&lt;br /&gt;she was what lived at the very top of the mount&lt;br /&gt;her and those like her – &lt;br /&gt;something i would always strive to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbra was right and wrong &lt;br /&gt;personally she exceeded my expectations in every way&lt;br /&gt;but everything did change for me &lt;br /&gt;a huge shift of perspective&lt;br /&gt;the illussion of celebrity – &lt;br /&gt;the distorted importance i placed on talent&lt;br /&gt;the seperation of me - us and them&lt;br /&gt;my world order had been shaken up &lt;br /&gt;earthquakes n explosions - the lights dimmed&lt;br /&gt;a vacant space lay where hollywood heaven had been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started rebuliding&lt;br /&gt;the scaffolding is now in place &lt;br /&gt;i pick my kids up from school each afternoon&lt;br /&gt;pure joy - baby brain confessions from bubble gum lips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you know mama i think i am in love with jenna” &lt;br /&gt;my son said to the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;how so i asked&lt;br /&gt;"it’s like there is a magnet in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;and one in hers &lt;br /&gt;they just go together  - our hands &lt;br /&gt;like magnets – do you think that is love?” &lt;br /&gt;yes parker, i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed six septembers thru junes &lt;br /&gt;chose to speak to strangers over the air waves &lt;br /&gt;instead of my own children in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon pick up is at 3:15 – &lt;br /&gt;i arrive before 3 &lt;br /&gt;parking is a challange – a huge one&lt;br /&gt;as i have had a car and driver for the last 6 years  &lt;br /&gt;i am not quite the parallel parker i once was&lt;br /&gt;i need two car legnths to get in and even then&lt;br /&gt;i end up at an angle – the left side sticking out waiting to be hit&lt;br /&gt;it is a sad scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two spaces directly across from the school &lt;br /&gt;no parking zones - &lt;br /&gt;as another school has their entrance there &lt;br /&gt;the spaces on either side of their driveway need to be empty&lt;br /&gt;there are painted white strips on the pavement and a no parking sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i arrive at 3 and there are no double empty’s available – &lt;br /&gt;i slide into one of these two easy to manuver spots – &lt;br /&gt;trying to inch up as far as i can – &lt;br /&gt;to give those leaving the other school some room&lt;br /&gt;but make no mistake – i am in the no parking zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in october the crossing guard told me i was in a no parking zone&lt;br /&gt;“ yea, i know” i said kindly - taking no offense &lt;br /&gt;i did know it was a no parking zone - &lt;br /&gt;but that meant nothing to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in november she told me i was going to get a ticket&lt;br /&gt;"no problem” i said smiling&lt;br /&gt;thinking how much could it cost? any fine would be worth it – &lt;br /&gt;i walked on as the crossing guard nodded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now it is december - the moms have gotten used to me&lt;br /&gt;they kid me about my ugly car and my constantly paint stained clothes&lt;br /&gt;they pass on recipies and advice on where to get the latest hot toy&lt;br /&gt;i have made the transition – here at my kids school &lt;br /&gt;back into almost normalcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time the crossing guard got her guts up&lt;br /&gt;“ro you will get towed if you continue to park there.” &lt;br /&gt;i stopped and looked at her face – she was concerned&lt;br /&gt;she looked like my eigth grade algebra teacher, &lt;br /&gt;trying to make me understand something i never would &lt;br /&gt;"i will pay the ticket” i told her flatly &lt;br /&gt;again she told me i would be towed – &lt;br /&gt;i just did not really get it&lt;br /&gt;so slowly, and with more patience then i have ever had she said &lt;br /&gt;"it is illegal to park there rosie – you cannot park there “ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lights and sirens went off – bells and whistles rang&lt;br /&gt;it clicked like algebra never did&lt;br /&gt;there was no getting out of this – there were no exceptions &lt;br /&gt;no special rules&lt;br /&gt;i could not park there - that was that&lt;br /&gt;it took me four months to understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s why winona ryder stole that stuff from sacks &lt;br /&gt;for too many years she could &lt;br /&gt;i assume she started taking clothes years ago – &lt;br /&gt;back when she was the it girl &lt;br /&gt;with oscar nominations and famous handsome fiances&lt;br /&gt;when her movies were making millions for many – &lt;br /&gt;agents publicists covered her ass – i am sure&lt;br /&gt;winona was allowed to steal - enabled &lt;br /&gt;by those who knew there was more juice in the orange&lt;br /&gt;anything to keep it flowing&lt;br /&gt;she took – because she felt she could&lt;br /&gt;and she was right – right up until they day she was arressted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know winona at all&lt;br /&gt;she had been on my show – but that is 15 minutes &lt;br /&gt;with the lights blaring and the cameras rolling – &lt;br /&gt;there is no reality there – just illusion and promotion&lt;br /&gt;but what i imagine – &lt;br /&gt;is that winona reached the top and thought&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god – this cannot be it” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winona horowitz - a jewish girl from northern california  &lt;br /&gt;who became a commodity too young – &lt;br /&gt;a boundryless existence that every star has - &lt;br /&gt;and came to realize it was all a charade&lt;br /&gt;oscar nominated – hyper famous – the girl other girls wanted to be &lt;br /&gt;who got swept away in the tidal wave of maddness – &lt;br /&gt;celebrity in america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if winona rider was starring the the new james bond film – &lt;br /&gt;we never would have heard about her stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrities are not people but commodities &lt;br /&gt;shaped buffed molded and sold&lt;br /&gt;humanity is not valued – image alone is&lt;br /&gt;evolution and growth are frowned upon&lt;br /&gt;you should stay that thing that they bought forever&lt;br /&gt;gratitude and humility are all that is required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine for products – not for people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do the women in film lunchen – &lt;br /&gt;and i serve this up as my act – &lt;br /&gt;my life – the view from where i now sit&lt;br /&gt;people laugh –" a breath of fresh air...blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;but - of course it turns ugly press wise&lt;br /&gt;for the role i now play in society is that of traitor&lt;br /&gt;i abandoned the throne of worship – &lt;br /&gt;i walked away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is real - what is not&lt;br /&gt;you decide&lt;br /&gt;moment by moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111319313379982482?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111319313379982482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111319313379982482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/december-2002.html' title='december 2002'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111301342408011320</id><published>2005-04-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:34:14.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20/20 in 20</title><content type='html'>i’m about to be on 20 /20 &lt;br /&gt;we were bumped last week &lt;br /&gt;because of terri schiavo &lt;br /&gt;or the pope&lt;br /&gt;so now -  in a matter of moments&lt;br /&gt;me – us - ta dah !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sadly comforted by the fact&lt;br /&gt;that we are following a story of&lt;br /&gt;a heterosexual marriage&lt;br /&gt;that ended in murder&lt;br /&gt;perhaps making our gay life&lt;br /&gt;a tad more palatable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forced to re evaluate &lt;br /&gt;my kirstie alley comments&lt;br /&gt;after seeing the teaser...&lt;br /&gt;i am big and old and look&lt;br /&gt;like i need a nap&lt;br /&gt;watching myself is torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh the same as I did &lt;br /&gt;when the show was on &lt;br /&gt;but somehow &lt;br /&gt;from where I sit now&lt;br /&gt;next to kelli and without a desk&lt;br /&gt;it’s shocking the way&lt;br /&gt;i resemble my fathers sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go back to lucille roberts&lt;br /&gt;or stop doing interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jane fonda&lt;br /&gt;a standing o on dave&lt;br /&gt;how bout that &lt;br /&gt;she glows&lt;br /&gt;I’m half way thru her book &lt;br /&gt;my life so far&lt;br /&gt;a must read for gals everywhere&lt;br /&gt;feminist - sister/friend&lt;br /&gt;wonder woman&lt;br /&gt;bravo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111301342408011320?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111301342408011320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111301342408011320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/2020-in-20.html' title='20/20 in 20'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111284836425880938</id><published>2005-04-06T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:31:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nightline</title><content type='html'>ted koppel is my hero&lt;br /&gt;first defying the government ban &lt;br /&gt;on showing faces of the dead&lt;br /&gt;our kids all - gone forever &lt;br /&gt;sent to die &lt;br /&gt;by baby bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tonight - finally&lt;br /&gt;the wounded ones&lt;br /&gt;bodies ripped - minds ravaged&lt;br /&gt;the truth of this insane "war"&lt;br /&gt;for thirty minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limbless shattered&lt;br /&gt;broken and brave&lt;br /&gt;these amazing young americans &lt;br /&gt;anwsered the call to duty &lt;br /&gt;unlike the man who sent them to war&lt;br /&gt;they served our nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walter reed army medical center&lt;br /&gt;filled to capacity&lt;br /&gt;you have to see it to believe it&lt;br /&gt;show us - please&lt;br /&gt;the extent of the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;the cost of the lie&lt;br /&gt;charred flesh&lt;br /&gt;scorched souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wmd&lt;br /&gt;will many die&lt;br /&gt;when men decieve&lt;br /&gt;war means death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life liberty and the pursuit of happiness &lt;br /&gt;guaranteed by the boys in philly&lt;br /&gt;one hot summer - 200 plus years ago&lt;br /&gt;we also were instructed what to do &lt;br /&gt;should anyone try to take away those three &lt;br /&gt;unalienable rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever any form of government &lt;br /&gt;becomes destructive of these ends &lt;br /&gt;it is the right of the people &lt;br /&gt;to alter or abolish it &lt;br /&gt;and to institute new government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan rather gone&lt;br /&gt;tom brokaw done&lt;br /&gt;peter jennings sick &lt;br /&gt;ted kopple quitting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to lose hope&lt;br /&gt;courage comes from experience &lt;br /&gt;who will slay the dragons&lt;br /&gt;show the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public outrage spurned on &lt;br /&gt;by free press images &lt;br /&gt;of human suffering&lt;br /&gt;ended viet nam&lt;br /&gt;show us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bush was booed by the masses&lt;br /&gt;in st peters yesterday &lt;br /&gt;hardly makes news &lt;br /&gt;in america&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111284836425880938?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111284836425880938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111284836425880938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/nightline.html' title='nightline'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111282908996927578</id><published>2005-04-06T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:44:12.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGNANT pause</title><content type='html'>my publicist is in a rage&lt;br /&gt;on the LIE&lt;br /&gt;someone thought &lt;br /&gt;having only glanced&lt;br /&gt;that my last post implied&lt;br /&gt;i am preggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading comprehension? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in geometry &lt;br /&gt;the only math class i passed&lt;br /&gt;one had to agree with the givens&lt;br /&gt;two parallel lines cut by a transversal&lt;br /&gt;alternate interior angles formed are congruant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not pregnant &lt;br /&gt;these are not poems &lt;br /&gt;this is the book celebrity detox&lt;br /&gt;i decided to blog it instead of publish &lt;br /&gt;as warners felt my missives too cryptic &lt;br /&gt;and well unworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave em the money back &lt;br /&gt;and googled blogger&lt;br /&gt;the comments were such fun &lt;br /&gt;till the bugs attacked&lt;br /&gt;and i turned em off&lt;br /&gt;as raid is deadly&lt;br /&gt;for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now - today - some givens &lt;br /&gt;i have 4 children &lt;br /&gt;the youngest is vivi - she is 2&lt;br /&gt;i am 43&lt;br /&gt;the pope has died &lt;br /&gt;i have a rock star in my swimming pool &lt;br /&gt;who looks like eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111282908996927578?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111282908996927578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111282908996927578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/pregnant-pause.html' title='PREGNANT pause'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111282219471719425</id><published>2005-04-06T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:16:34.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>making vivi</title><content type='html'>i buy fourteen pregnancy tests &lt;br /&gt;the names amuse me&lt;br /&gt;first alert - early response &lt;br /&gt;something serious is happening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “that’s a lot of pregnancy tests,” &lt;br /&gt;       says the cashier – a lost osborne&lt;br /&gt;       blue hair and a nose ring&lt;br /&gt; yes -  I say smiling &lt;br /&gt;       but they are on sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      she stares – all goth &lt;br /&gt;      unimpressed or ignoring my celebrity&lt;br /&gt;      “throwing in a snickers for luck…&lt;br /&gt;      (dramatic pause) rosie” &lt;br /&gt;      a wink&lt;br /&gt;      i love teenagers  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five days since insemination&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I turned forty &lt;br /&gt;today - a bold red plus&lt;br /&gt;nothing tentative &lt;br /&gt;an addition - absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     here we go - a new baby &lt;br /&gt;     born by christmas &lt;br /&gt;     smelling of heaven – peace – god &lt;br /&gt;     no matter what form she arrives in &lt;br /&gt;     single or twin - boy or girl &lt;br /&gt;     she carries with her a lesson for me &lt;br /&gt;     about serenity and surrender &lt;br /&gt;     safety and falling&lt;br /&gt;     faith and doubt – &lt;br /&gt;     work and love &lt;br /&gt;     she will show me &lt;br /&gt;     and I her &lt;br /&gt;     how to build a new self &lt;br /&gt;     or an old self now lost &lt;br /&gt;     bit by bit – day by day&lt;br /&gt;     my job is to show up&lt;br /&gt;     here we go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111282219471719425?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111282219471719425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111282219471719425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/04/making-vivi.html' title='making vivi'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111232467820253992</id><published>2005-03-31T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:19:08.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waffle house</title><content type='html'>in a large booth next to me &lt;br /&gt;two children and an old man &lt;br /&gt;tired and well-worn &lt;br /&gt;his yellowed fingers hold a cigarette &lt;br /&gt;with an impossibly long ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has greasy hair and a vacant look&lt;br /&gt;i find eerily familiar &lt;br /&gt;the boy is five - the girl about ten&lt;br /&gt;she is chubby with a mom-did-it haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sees me - looks away - then at me&lt;br /&gt;then away again&lt;br /&gt;i watch her feet swinging back and forth &lt;br /&gt;not reaching the floor&lt;br /&gt;she tries unsuccessfully&lt;br /&gt;to get the old man’s attention&lt;br /&gt;she never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waitress comes over&lt;br /&gt;her name tag says Doris &lt;br /&gt;she looks about seventy years old&lt;br /&gt;her face has seen too many days &lt;br /&gt;of sun and cigarettes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes my order &lt;br /&gt;a waffle well done – and cold milk&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;people are turning towards my booth &lt;br /&gt;thinking - that I look a little like me &lt;br /&gt;then convincing themselves &lt;br /&gt;it could not possibly be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the image of celebrity &lt;br /&gt;is inconsistent with the “truth” of  celebrity life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would I be in a waffle house&lt;br /&gt;in sweatpants, a ripped t-shirt &lt;br /&gt;slept-in hair and no make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am here to get a waffle&lt;br /&gt;i hear my name whispered behind me&lt;br /&gt;people assume i am deaf&lt;br /&gt;i hear ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later, &lt;br /&gt;a woman in a Publix green cashier vest, &lt;br /&gt;and her hunky husband walk in&lt;br /&gt;the booth comes alive&lt;br /&gt;both kids now jump up &lt;br /&gt;cheers of “Mommy! Daddy!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hugs and kisses they sit down for breakfast &lt;br /&gt;the mother looks at me and smiles, &lt;br /&gt;a glimmer of recognition, &lt;br /&gt;but doubt wins out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her daughter says, &lt;br /&gt;“mama, it’s rosie ”. &lt;br /&gt;the mother smiles, &lt;br /&gt;glances my way again, &lt;br /&gt;and shushes her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doris brings over my waffle&lt;br /&gt;the first bite is heaven&lt;br /&gt;all hail the house&lt;br /&gt;i want a maple syrup iv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quietly ask doris for my check,&lt;br /&gt;and for the publix moms too&lt;br /&gt;she nods, hands me both &lt;br /&gt;without asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on the road again &lt;br /&gt;i try to figure out the why&lt;br /&gt;me - so compelled &lt;br /&gt;no choice really&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;gifts are so rarely for the recipient, &lt;br /&gt;so often for the giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sitting at the IHOP &lt;br /&gt;after she died&lt;br /&gt;watching my dad smoke and stare into space&lt;br /&gt;consumed with what had become of his life&lt;br /&gt;he had died too – it was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;me - swinging my legs back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drive away from the Waffle House&lt;br /&gt;sun on my face and tears on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;i drive away from 1973 &lt;br /&gt;from myself - without even a hello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111232467820253992?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111232467820253992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111232467820253992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/03/waffle-house_111232467820253992.html' title='waffle house'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111215653026778566</id><published>2005-03-29T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:25:36.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race</title><content type='html'>the cute brothers with the bandanas&lt;br /&gt;just flipped the jeep &lt;br /&gt;my adorable gay boys &lt;br /&gt;alex and lynn stop &lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rob and amber drive on &lt;br /&gt;“i hope the aren’t hurt”&lt;br /&gt;he says - which is sincere &lt;br /&gt;i believe &lt;br /&gt;but the concept of stopping – no way &lt;br /&gt;don’t be ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them &lt;br /&gt;i cant help it - i do &lt;br /&gt;he is every boy in high school &lt;br /&gt;i had a secret crush on &lt;br /&gt;scary quiet almost men in &lt;br /&gt;black t shirts and ripped jeans&lt;br /&gt;rob &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sweet old couple &lt;br /&gt;good god – she fell in that well hell &lt;br /&gt;come on – it ain’t fear factor&lt;br /&gt;you almost killed a camera man &lt;br /&gt;and nana gretchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember jenny jones&lt;br /&gt;the contender &lt;br /&gt;you can go too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mr cochran&lt;br /&gt;knew oj did it - &lt;br /&gt;as so few murderers own&lt;br /&gt;bruno magli shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to live with &lt;br /&gt;i imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111215653026778566?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111215653026778566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111215653026778566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/03/amazing-race.html' title='amazing race'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713844.post-111211419990767267</id><published>2005-03-29T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:34:27.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trials</title><content type='html'>see this man - marky h &lt;br /&gt;has been summoned by the king &lt;br /&gt;will he serve without thought -&lt;br /&gt;will he fight no matter the cost -&lt;br /&gt;is marky houser buyable ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes screamed the crowd &lt;br /&gt;enthusiastic and proud &lt;br /&gt;yes he nodded &lt;br /&gt;not quite convinced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out &lt;br /&gt;the moment he finished his questions &lt;br /&gt;about the letter - i knew &lt;br /&gt;no one owned marky h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he - a man - a stranger&lt;br /&gt;privy to my creepiest corners&lt;br /&gt;he has seen my twisted mind &lt;br /&gt;guided only by some mad yellow truth &lt;br /&gt;purging via keyboard - demons of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows - marky does &lt;br /&gt;the parts i am most ashamed of &lt;br /&gt;wrinkles - warts and cracks &lt;br /&gt;he has seen inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he has me &lt;br /&gt;i have been prepared warned &lt;br /&gt;my guys - the good guys - who are all girls &lt;br /&gt;made sure i was ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his hand the letter &lt;br /&gt;i will forever call spousal privledge&lt;br /&gt;although i name no personal e mails to kel &lt;br /&gt;this one shall scream its name in bold &lt;br /&gt;before anyone gets to see it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS NEVER MEANT FOR YOU &lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE READING THIS &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I AM GAY &lt;br /&gt;AND THEREFORE DO NOT HAVE &lt;br /&gt;SPOUSAL PRIVLEDGE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"are you familiar with this document ?"&lt;br /&gt;i avoided his eyes - may I read it&lt;br /&gt;to refresh my memory&lt;br /&gt;allowed - i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt each word as I read&lt;br /&gt;four minutes maybe five &lt;br /&gt;that doesn't seem long  &lt;br /&gt;but stop - now - look at your watch &lt;br /&gt;do nothing for the next 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;now - do nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then did i look at him &lt;br /&gt;i stood before marky houser&lt;br /&gt;naked and vunerable &lt;br /&gt;and do you know what &lt;br /&gt;he did not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i knew  &lt;br /&gt;i felt - i prayed - i believed he wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;but frankly i was starting to doubt &lt;br /&gt;my instincts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow the yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marky chose not to kill&lt;br /&gt;light over dark&lt;br /&gt;the potential of each soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it &lt;br /&gt;i lived it - i have it on tape &lt;br /&gt;as proof&lt;br /&gt;not all men are alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotionally i was done &lt;br /&gt;i cried for the whole weekend &lt;br /&gt;a glorious rain of relief &lt;br /&gt;i have been gone too long &lt;br /&gt;away from myself &lt;br /&gt;from my fear - my shame&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no get out of life free card &lt;br /&gt;you may choose to sleep &lt;br /&gt;or eat or run or fight&lt;br /&gt;but do any one thing too much &lt;br /&gt;to excess - &lt;br /&gt;to fill up the aching part&lt;br /&gt;only prolongs the procession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pathetic pause&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't take away the why&lt;br /&gt;just the pain and after a while &lt;br /&gt;not so effectively &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if cnn covered our soldiers &lt;br /&gt;our crippled casualities - sons and daughters each&lt;br /&gt;returning from iraq -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 as much as they do terri schiavo&lt;br /&gt;this war would be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha beck wrote an amazing book &lt;br /&gt;"leaving the saints"&lt;br /&gt;while expecting adam &lt;br /&gt;the yellow arrived &lt;br /&gt;and they lived happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;thank you - thank you - thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanye west - take em to church&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713844-111211419990767267?l=onceadored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111211419990767267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713844/posts/default/111211419990767267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceadored.blogspot.com/2005/03/trials.html' title='trials'/><author><name>RO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206106850425991290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17499704311963400012'/></author></entry></feed>