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I felt very strongly about returning the phone to the owner.  When I first spoke with the girlfriend it didn't occur to me, but after I'd hung up - I realized I have no idea what the current state is of these two people. I don't condone going through

phones and I'm not going to blatantly give someone the opportunity to that if they've been looking for one.

So this woman was friendly when she pulled up in front of my apartment and called to let me know she'd found my text, but she was here to pick up the phone anyway.  I went to her car window and explained again ... She told me they were getting married, she told me that this was his car she was driving ... I continued to tell her that I totally understood where she was coming from and I hoped that she could understand where I was coming from when I told her that their past plans, future plans or whose car she was driving had no baring on my decision.

She tried to reach him and couldn't ... I told her I was willing to follow her to find him if she had a general idea of where in town he was working today ...  I did and the phone was returned.



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Growing Up in Round Knob Canyon - Have I Ever Told You About the Time my Dad Found Beer in my Trunk?

I received some pretty positive feedback from friends yesterday on the piece I wrote in Mom's blog ..
and I had a couple of folks tell me they'd like more ... 
so off we go ... 


Have I Ever Told You About the Time my Dad Found Beer in my Trunk?


As I mentioned yesterday in my guest post, my folks don't drink ... therefore, liquor is not

allowed in their house or on their property.  Not when you live there, not when you're visiting ... it's just not allowed.


I lived there as a 21 year old ... and occasionally I had a drink.  I wasn't a big drinker, but when you're 21 and just learning to drink you have no idea what you're doing so sometimes you're a big drinker before you mean to be ... 


Just a tad before I was 21 I went on a picnic one afternoon with a fellow whom I'll call Mr. Trump, in that he went on to be a local businessman... In preparation for this picnic, I had an older friend to pick up a 6-pack of Bud Light which I iced down in a cooler I borrowed from my dad's workshop... (Mistake #1 if you happen to be taking notes...) 


So aaaaanywho, I went on the picnic with Mr. Trump and we had a divine afternoon.  There were a couple of beers left and if I'm not mistaken he took them with him... he put his empties in the cooler and I suuuuure did intend to throw them away.  I'm a hippy now and I was a hippy then ... no littering ... and boy did I pay dearly for that ... 


I went on about my afternoon and evening ... returning home to Round Knob Canyon probably at some unGodly hour of 10:30 or so, though I was almost 21 ... (their house, their rules - that's the way it used to be done you young whippersnappers who happen to be reading along...).  I can't recall, but I'm sure I watched some TV or read for a bit and went to bed ... lest we forget kids - there was no internet and we had to entertain ourselves... :)


I DO remember EVAH so vividly waking up the next morning...


Before I fully awakened, I could hear Dad coming up the stairs with footsteps of thunder ... taking them 2 and 3 at a time and Mom running up them quickly behind him running and chattering like a little mag-pie...  "Billy just slow down, you're gonna have a heart attack..." 


My door was at the very top of the steps, so as his first foot hit the threshold of the door and he said, "I'm not gonna have this God D*mned bull Sh*t in MY HOUSE!", I was wide awake, knew I had forgotten to throw those bottles away and he was coming for me ... and by the time I opened my eyes he was about six and a half centimeters from my face and as red as a Cardinal baseball hat with veins popping out all over his face and neck ... it seemed like his beady little green eyes were protruding from his skull by about four feet and through gritted teeth he said, 
"I got up to go fishin' and I found empty beer bottles in my cooler so I just wanted to wake you up and remind you that there's not gonna be any God D*mned liquor in this house!  Your mother and I don't do it and we're not gonna have it here, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

((though I only put the last part in 'caps', please don't think it didn't all belong in 'caps'... my dad has an odd way of screaming without screaming when he has too...I think it's the gritting teeth...)) 

Now, I've always been a negotiator ... so, though I was scared - I really wanted him to know that I didn't drink the beer.  I didn't like beer then and I don't like it now and though I'd had someone illegally buy the liquor for me, I didn't illegally drink it ... If I wasn't so high strung I could've been a hellacious lawyer :)  ... so, instead of just staying there frozen in place and saying "Yessir" like I should've, I stayed there frozen in place and said, "Yes I understand, but I didn't drink any of the beer...I got it for my picnic with Mr. Trump..."


Let me fill you pansy-fannied whippersnappers of today in on how it goes when you say that to an old school dad .... not well ... not well at all ... he leaned down closer into my face and said, "I don't care who drank it or who didn't... I'm telling you I don't want liquor on my property and it better never f*ckin' happen again..."


Thaaaat's when for possibly the first time in my life I said, "Yessir"...
I drop "F bombs" now like some people drop skin cells if I'm not in mixed company ... but that was not the norm at my house growing up and I knew it was time to cower down and consider myself "under his roof".

Oddly enough, I never took liquor on their property again ... nor evidence of :) 

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A Simple Womans Journal: A Guest Post - Growing Up In Round Knob Canyon by Kim Comer Jackson

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I wrote a guest post yesterday morning ... My folks were out of town and Mom ran out of time to pre-write her blog before she left; so she assigned a topic and delegated it to me.  The topic was "Growing Up In Round Knob Canyon"... I could've gone for days on that.

This project was a little tougher though because I was writing in "her" blog with "her" guidelines... therefore my asterisked

curse words and edgy content wouldn't fly. I was given a run down on Friday of the topic and 4,532 warnings about my language... as if I would go in her blog space and talk to them like I do y'all... pshh... 

For one thing, they'd have been as confused as all daylights... You have to kind of read someone for a bit and get their jive before you can fully understand and enjoy the blog...

For example, I find I include a lot of stories that make you all shudder and gasp and text me condolences ... as I've said before, that's not "for pity's sake" or "pooooor Kim"... ugh, I tell those stories so that if someone is going through that same kind of mess now, they know that there is hope for the future.

The only reason I sit before you now is because I chose to find almost morbid humor in the things that were happening to me ... that allowed me to keep my cool and get through until the sun started to shine again.  That and a few other things ... but we'll save those details for another day .... 

I'm not sure if you caught it or not - so I'll post the link here.. 

A Simple Womans Journal: A Guest Post 

- Growing Up In Round Knob Canyon by Kim Comer Jackson

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A Saturday Morning Catch Up...

Saturday Morning at the Ocho ... 


I love Saturday mornings...

Getting in touch with me on Saturday morning used to be like getting access to Fort Knox and it's about to be again.

 Fort Knox is most likely empty by the way ... you can Google for the documentary and formulate your own opinion... 

Aaaanywho, I feel like I've been in a state of flux for the last four years or so ... which has been absolutely unGodly exhausting.  For years I've said I was "waiting for the dust to settle"... but I'm starting to realize if our dust settles then that means we are sitting totally still, thus making no progress on anything... 

You've Heard of "Texts from Last Night"...

You've heard of "Texts from Last Night", right? 

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::From the Wiki::

Texts From Last Night (TFLN) is a regularly updated blog that re-posts short text messages submitted by its users.[2] The site tends to post texts that are shocking or scandalous.[3]

The texts are sent in by people who wake in the morning "to find regrettable messages sent to or from their mobile phones".[4][5] The receiver then sends the discovered text into this website.[3] The copies of the messages do not show the phone numbers, but only area codes.[6] Since the texts are often similar to late night drunk dials, they're often graphic and sexual in nature,[7] thus not safe for work.[3][8]

From a sociological perspective, the website is a "living document of twentysomething life in 2009". While TFLN has many "blackout drinking, sex, and vomit stories", there is also an extended discussion taking place about morality. The texts show how humans "interact with drugs and alcohol". "We see the cause and effect of last night’s party, and we can see a real-time weighing of these actions." However, there is concern that peoples' actions and texts will be affected by the existence of the website and its popularity.[9]

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last night they convinced you that a sharpie was a new style of chap stick... so when you wake up, you might want to do something about that

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Easy for you to say! His first impression of you isn't the drunk girl in a turtle costume who got hit by a car!

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Should you happen to go over to the site, you'll find that the above are rather tame examples...
and that's putting it lightly... I don't often wake to find scandalous or tawdry messages in my phone... 

I did however have a friend text me this morning to ask if I'd made progress on my cleaning and sorting project here at the Ocho last night ... and I replied with this ....

" I had to start a blog about the progress I did not make last night..hahaha. broke up a fight with the neighborhood children and then 1 of the little girls fell and hit her head pretty badly.. so by the time I got back to my apartment it was already 9 o'clock and all I had done was oversee water balloon negotiations and administer  a roadside concussion test .. today will be better :-) "

And it will :)
I'll leave you with an absolutely declicious piece from Grant Cardone... Enjoy....

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A Memory from this week in 1992 - "How I Learned that Hatred is Bad, m'kay..."

Well I sure blew that little three day run... I was prepared to write about two or three different things in the past several days and haven't been able to find the time to sit down and concentrate on writing.  


On Sunday afternoon I realized it was the 20 year anniversary of  the Rodney King Verdict and the Los Angeles Riots...