Good morning, gang! I'm actually going to keep my part rather short and share with you something below that I'd like for you to take the time to read and share. It's some very logical information regarding women's safety.
Now luckily for me, I was raised by a semi-hysterical, worrisome hover-mother - so many of these things were things I would already take note of... but I'll bet there're a lot of bones wrapped in rugs two feet under ground that wish their owner would've read some tips and contemplated personal safety every once and a while...
As an adult, I've always kept a close eye around myself when in public - but I believe I gained a new level of the necessity of personal safety when "the ex" and I were mugged while on our "Let's Work it Out" Vacation in Brazil in 2004. I'll tell that story another day - it's a doozie - and it'll take me a while to whittle it out, truthfully I think that many of my struggles with the gloomy gusses have stemmed from Post Traumatic stress disorder. I packed that event up and put it away quickly and that was a big mistake on my part.
I don't want to leave you feeling blue, so before I send you off to this link I'll share with you the tale of me flipping out when I lost my friend Murr while shooting at sunset one night...
It was late-ish Spring...Murr came by the Ocho, I hopped in her Caddy and off we went. We arrived "down at the Metropolis Bridge" within a couple of minutes, she parked and we each hopped out and sailed off into our own expedition. After maybe 20 or so minutes, the sun was getting low enough that it was a little tough to see. I had wandered into a nice little pocket beneath the "Metropolis Bridge" and thought it might be time to head back towards the car and Murr. As I walked back, I shot from every angle and aside from heading in the general direction of the car wasn't "looking" for the car. As I reached the parking lot, I began to look around... "Where's her car?", I muttered to myself... "Where's she?"....
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called her cell. No answer... I texted. No reply... I looked around the parking lot again. I felt discombobulated with where she could have gone.... how surreal? Is Alan Funt here? Is Alan Funt even still alive? I started to walk over to our dear friend Bones' house to try and determine what to do and then it occurred to my frantic little noggin that it was entirely possible that Murr could be in DANGER! What if someone had come out
of the Casino (whose parking lot we had started in) after losing their last dime and after seeing a well-to-do little lady with a Caddy had knocked her in the head - thrown her in the trunk and they were now on the way to no telling where!! ((( THIS is by the way one of only a few events that prevents me from getting "too agitated" with my "hover-mother" when she "loses me" and panics :) )))
I called our friend, Molly... What you have to know about Molly is that she's usually in her lounge clothes and chair "winding down" by dusk whenever possible.
She answered somewhat spryly, "Hey Gidgie! What's up?"
I'm sure my voice was tense and fast, like the guy on the Fed Ex commercial, fast... "This is going to sound crazy, but Mary and I were shooting down at the Metropolis Bridge and I came back from my direction and she's GONE! The car is GONE! I can't imagine where she went... She's not answering calls or replying to texts... could there have been a family emergency? Should we call Nikki (Murr's daughter)? I'm talking in a span of 20 minutes, Molly!!!!!! I don't know what to do... this is insane!! At the very least I need a ride, but we have to find Mary and make sure she's okay... I mean, what the f*ck?!?!" (I was tee-totally tripped out!!)
Molly assured me that she was slipping her shoes on and was on the way... I paced back and forth in the parking lot chain smoking, looking in every direction.... my mind absolutely wild with what could have happened to Mary. I stopped to say a quick prayer... afraid to close my eyes completely because they could be coming for me next - though they'd be terribly disgruntled to have wasted their time to come back for a little gal who's as poor as a Church mouse and lives in a 500 sq ft. apartment ...
I walked back toward the road and lit another ciggy.... Molly's car turning my way... "Hallelujah!" ... another car, coming up from the boat ramp caught my eye... it was a champagne colored Caddy with a little blond lady driving who looked remarkably like my missing friend, Murr.
Molly rolled her window down.... "Is that her that just turned behind me?!?!"
Murr rolled her window down, "Is that Molly? What's going on?"
By this time I was completely blown away -laughing and snorting hysterical as I ranted and cursed like a sailor with a paper cut, we agreed to go back to Molly's patio and enjoy the rest of the evening...
As we chatted that evening we learned that Murr had moved the car as to go down and shoot from the boat ramp and her phone was on her dining room table...
Well ... my part was longer than I thought it was going to be :) Do still please check out the link below. Pull it up and save it for later, Pin It into a folder for Women's Safety, Tweet it and go back to read it on the weekend or SOMETHING, but it's important info to check out...
As an adult, I've always kept a close eye around myself when in public - but I believe I gained a new level of the necessity of personal safety when "the ex" and I were mugged while on our "Let's Work it Out" Vacation in Brazil in 2004. I'll tell that story another day - it's a doozie - and it'll take me a while to whittle it out, truthfully I think that many of my struggles with the gloomy gusses have stemmed from Post Traumatic stress disorder. I packed that event up and put it away quickly and that was a big mistake on my part.
I don't want to leave you feeling blue, so before I send you off to this link I'll share with you the tale of me flipping out when I lost my friend Murr while shooting at sunset one night...
It was late-ish Spring...Murr came by the Ocho, I hopped in her Caddy and off we went. We arrived "down at the Metropolis Bridge" within a couple of minutes, she parked and we each hopped out and sailed off into our own expedition. After maybe 20 or so minutes, the sun was getting low enough that it was a little tough to see. I had wandered into a nice little pocket beneath the "Metropolis Bridge" and thought it might be time to head back towards the car and Murr. As I walked back, I shot from every angle and aside from heading in the general direction of the car wasn't "looking" for the car. As I reached the parking lot, I began to look around... "Where's her car?", I muttered to myself... "Where's she?"....
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called her cell. No answer... I texted. No reply... I looked around the parking lot again. I felt discombobulated with where she could have gone.... how surreal? Is Alan Funt here? Is Alan Funt even still alive? I started to walk over to our dear friend Bones' house to try and determine what to do and then it occurred to my frantic little noggin that it was entirely possible that Murr could be in DANGER! What if someone had come out
I called our friend, Molly... What you have to know about Molly is that she's usually in her lounge clothes and chair "winding down" by dusk whenever possible.
She answered somewhat spryly, "Hey Gidgie! What's up?"
I'm sure my voice was tense and fast, like the guy on the Fed Ex commercial, fast... "This is going to sound crazy, but Mary and I were shooting down at the Metropolis Bridge and I came back from my direction and she's GONE! The car is GONE! I can't imagine where she went... She's not answering calls or replying to texts... could there have been a family emergency? Should we call Nikki (Murr's daughter)? I'm talking in a span of 20 minutes, Molly!!!!!! I don't know what to do... this is insane!! At the very least I need a ride, but we have to find Mary and make sure she's okay... I mean, what the f*ck?!?!" (I was tee-totally tripped out!!)
Molly assured me that she was slipping her shoes on and was on the way... I paced back and forth in the parking lot chain smoking, looking in every direction.... my mind absolutely wild with what could have happened to Mary. I stopped to say a quick prayer... afraid to close my eyes completely because they could be coming for me next - though they'd be terribly disgruntled to have wasted their time to come back for a little gal who's as poor as a Church mouse and lives in a 500 sq ft. apartment ...
I walked back toward the road and lit another ciggy.... Molly's car turning my way... "Hallelujah!" ... another car, coming up from the boat ramp caught my eye... it was a champagne colored Caddy with a little blond lady driving who looked remarkably like my missing friend, Murr.
Molly rolled her window down.... "Is that her that just turned behind me?!?!"
Murr rolled her window down, "Is that Molly? What's going on?"
By this time I was completely blown away -laughing and snorting hysterical as I ranted and cursed like a sailor with a paper cut, we agreed to go back to Molly's patio and enjoy the rest of the evening...
As we chatted that evening we learned that Murr had moved the car as to go down and shoot from the boat ramp and her phone was on her dining room table...
Well ... my part was longer than I thought it was going to be :) Do still please check out the link below. Pull it up and save it for later, Pin It into a folder for Women's Safety, Tweet it and go back to read it on the weekend or SOMETHING, but it's important info to check out...
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Have a grand and groovy day!
Be Kind to One Another...
and Don't Text and Drive!
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Have a grand and groovy day!
Be Kind to One Another...
and Don't Text and Drive!
For More Info on my projects
Google KCoJax, Flawn Ocho, Ocho-rific
