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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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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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..
- Growing Up In Round Knob Canyon by Kim Comer Jackson
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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...
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]
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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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...
I have a funny feeling that when I post for the third morning in a row this morning my readers are going to think "Kim Comer Jackson must be wrapped in a rug in a ditch and someone's writing in her place because she would
never, ever, ever be able to post three days in a row ... she's just entirely too spastic!"
Well, good news gang -
I'm getting a handle on all of my disorganization
and I'm totally coming up around the bend on it...
I've been working on it for some time, but the truth is it took a long time for things to spin into total chaos and it's taking a bit to clean it up. And when I say chaos, I mean years of procrastination, incompletion and half-assing on everything from bills to my storage unit to my car to my trunk to my apartment; due to being overwhelmed by the *Gloomy Gusses*
Last night before I turned it, I took a quick spin through the inter-web to update myself on a few news stories and such .. and the parents of the kid who didn't catch the Texas Rangers ball are totally cool people, as are the people who didn't give the kid the ball to the crying kid so there's a good possibility all is going to be okay with the world.
Well kid, I was sitting here drinking my java this morning and chain smoking ... (I don't recommend that by the way, you look like you have a very strong little set of lungs and you should keep them that way..)
Anywho, I caught the above frame out of the corner of my eye this morning and I feel so unbelievably sorry for you that I could cry as hard as you've been crying... Not because you didn't catch the ball... You didn't expect to catch it did you? Even if you had gotten your glove underneath it, it most likely would've been going fast enough it would have ripped your little arm right out of the socket...
I used to love the MySpace survey question, "Is there something you're looking forward to?"
It would always cause me to look ahead and plan something fun if there wasn't something I was looking forward to. The thing that I've most been chomping at the bit about is the release of the 1940 Census! hahaha
Now settle down kids, I know that some of you are so excited you could wet your britches...
but seriously I've been very excited about it!
There's what's called a 72 year rule on censuses... Due to privacy each census remains "put away" in the National Archives until 72 years after it was taken. Last Monday at Midnight, the 1940 census was released and a huge crew of people began data entry to get it online of somewhere in the neighborhood of 3.something millions records (I think it was) ...
Within those records lie information and clues to help me further the family search I have been on since the late 90s. I'm not adopted or anything ... though when I'm out at my folks' house on my soap box waving my hippie flowers in the air, I sometimes wonder :^) But I am interested in history and I become completely enthralled when connecting that to ancestors...
Genealogy is kind of becoming "hot" now ... and I'm super excited about that ...
but I was doing genealogy when genealogy wasn't cool.
I was the 18 or 19 year old kid sitting in the floor of the basement of the Johnson County Library absolutely delighted and blissfully happy in the dank room, consumed by the smell of must and dust as I learned about my great-great-great-great-grandpa, Moses Comer and the journey that he and his brother Nathaniel took along the river on a flatbed boat in the mid 1800s... carrying with them animals, family, household goods and all that was needed to start a new life in Southern Illinois. The family would eventually farms acres and acres, one of the brothers would open a dry goods store and the family would remain on the Southern edge of Johnson County/Northern edge of Massac County until migrating into the city of Metropolis in the early 1900s.
I remember the day I approached a librarian asking where I could see the 1940 Census ...
It was in the late 90s and I was on the latter end of my teens ...
a dorky, gangley little child ... carrying around a bit tote bag full of death records and scribbled notes ...
She told me it hadn't yet been released ... I, of course asked when it would be released....
She explained to me the "72 year rule" and after scribbling on a paper chuckled and said, "2012..."
"2012, what? That's when it'll be released?!?!!", I was absolutely blown away .. and I began to laugh ... "That's terrible ... that's a really long time... I wonder if I'll even remember I was doing the family tree then..."
Fast forward doggone near 20 years... to a Tuesday morning ... in my late 30's ... as I sipped my java and chain smoked ... on my way to Ancestry.com
Illinois ... "in progress"
Throughout the day, I would periodically pause my work and check the status...
...later in the day...
Cook county is posted ... that was probably the biggest one ...
Around 6 p.m. I got a call from a friend who'd just finished a golf game in Metropolis
and wanted to take a drive ... "I think I can do that ... hang on ...", I said.
Ancestry.com ....
Illinois ....
"Lasalle" ....
"Yeah, I'm good for a short drive and I could use a break ... I'll watch for you to pull up..."
My friend and I went for a drive and I rattled about the upcoming release of Massac County....
About an hour later I burst through my front door, dropped everything in the floor, opened my laptop and hit refresh .... now ... If you know me in "real life", you've heard me talk about how amazing those moments are when we "come full circle" on something...
I can't even express to you the way my heart was racing when I was finally able to select Massac County and get that pull down list of populated places...
My noggin spun .... I thought of that little old librarian I'd laughed with 19 or so years ago ...
I thought, little did I know then that if you get genealogy in your system; you likely won't get it out. You'll take hiatuses and you'll get on a big run and then maybe burn out a little bit and not mess with it for a few months or years ... but you never quit all together..
I thought of the meek little teenage girl who used to sneak away to be a dweeb ... and the soooo "unmeek" woman she became who doesn't give a rats happy fanny who thinks who's a dweeb ... and is happy to be a dweeb even if it hair-lips every cow in Texas!
Anywho, I don't think I have to tell you that nearly every time I ceased work that week ... even for a quick ciggy, I had that census waiting on my laptop at my last "point of scanning". I've found almost all of my ancestors, though I haven't entered all of the info yet. I've seen a SLEW of y'all's (yes, that was a double contraction) ancestors!
I looked through the Benton section (BENTON ELECTION PRECINCT, ROUND KNOB (PART)) ....and it was like playing in the "Romper Room mirror" ... I saw Beau's grandma Blanche as a 24 year old - she and her hubby, Wilbur were living with his dad, Joe and they were farmers.
I saw some "Meinders" and I'll bet you a dollar to a donut that one of the kids in that household was little old Mr. Meinders who used to sell Jolly Rancher Watermelon sticks and candy of all kinds to the "Jefferson School kids" as they went to and from school.
I took this picture of the sunset behind the Round Knob Store a mere 22 or so years after graduating from Jefferson School. There has never been a time that I drove by that store and didn't recall the smell the old wooden floorboards scattered with the dust, dirt and mud from the boots of farmers, the lunch counter in the back and the area in front of the lunch counter where the old farmers congregated and the feeling of reaching down into large jars of candy to pick "the right" one... ... it was an incredible era ...
I saw Carl Verbarg as a 17 year old and when I was 17 I was serving that little man java at the Park Plaza Restaurant across from Fort Massac .. having no idea that he had grown up just up the road from where I lived.
I saw Jennifer's (Gizmo) :) grandpa Edwin as a 28 year old, living and farming on the land of his dad, John...
As you might imagine if you're familiar with the area ... I saw more Kortes, Bremers, Fosses, Rottmans and Verbargs than I could keep track of. That link above will take you there and I encourage you to go explore if you're familiar with that neck of the woods.
NOW ... Back to 'those Comers' ... I need to wrap it up and make my point :)
I can't recall the exact year of their migration from Dickson County, Tennessee to Johnson County, Illinois, but I think it was the late 1850s. I DO know that it was before the Civil War because of the information on Leroy's (son of Moses) draft card, so they definitely moved to this area PRE-1861.
Leroy Comer
1843 (TN) -1922 (IL)
My Great-Great-Great Grandpa
For those of you who know the more recent Comer Line,
this is the grandpa of great-grandpa,
Lee Comer (1908-1975)
(the logger who wrestled the bear)
If you would've asked me 20 years ago when the Civil War began, I wouldn't have known because I would've had nothing to "relate" it to. I'm sure I had to memorize it and regurgitate it at some point to pass a test, but I wouldn't have "really known"....
Now I'm to my point .....
I would like to start a movement for
a new measure to be implemented into the education system...
Hear me out ... I know I'm pretty liberal and you are likely very frightened right now ....
hahaha, please just take a deep breath and keep reading,
this isn't going to be nearly as shocking of an idea as you think ... in fact, I kind of think it's brilliant :) ....
I think that as a student begins the 8th grade, the history curriculum should include tracing their family tree.
I think the 8th grade year should consist of gathering information on their parents and grandparents through family interviews and then as 9th grade or "Freshman Year" begins, they should be allowed to access Ancestry.com and other genealogy data bases to continue their search. This could also result in field trips to libraries and records offices...
I think this is something that should be implemented to work alongside the current history curriculum from 7th - 12th grades. One big plus would obviously be that the students would actually "learn" the history.. they would have something to attach it to and connect it with. Another wonderful result of this program would be that our currently (mostly) spoiled and completely oblivious youth would get to see the struggles of generations before them. I could go on for days about the benefits of this program... but I've got a lot of stuff to do today ....
I do encourage you to ponder that concept and share it with others ... AND I encourage you to plan at least ONE night when the whole family will sit down and use technology for good as they check out the census and learn about yesteryear...
You'll first go to the U.S. Enumeration District Maps and Descriptions for 1940to find the location your family was living in in 1940. The census will be search-able within months, but for now you have to know an address (or at least a vicinity) to avoid looking through the whoooooooole thing... You can get that information in old city directories at your local library or you can call the oldest person in the family and ask them what street "so and so" lived on, then check the map to get in the neighborhood...
I assure you this is some of the most rewarding time you can spend ... and what a great family project to ponder!!
Also ... if anyone at Ancestry.com happens to be reading along ...
it would behoove you to implement a program in which "Student ID"s can log in at no charge.
You would essentially be "hooking" them on a hobby and passion that they'll carry with them for their entire life ... thus, you'll have a grand majority of them who will then purchase their subscription when they no longer have a student ID.... and Bob's your Uncle ...
your customer base increases every year, just after college graduation....
You're welcome ....
I've been under a curse for the last 14 years that was broken last night when Kentucky won their 8th National Championship. Now I don't literally believe that my run of Murphy's Law, a cheating spouse, financial chaos and a meltdown was caused by the fact that the Kentucky Wildcats hadn't won a championship since 1998... but 1998 was the year that I was married and sometimes we need a little something extra to push us... so for the last several years, I've done what I always did ... I filled out my NCAA bracket with great glee in the day or two following Selection Sunday.... thinking "This will be the year..."
This year I was busy with a deadline and had forgotten to fill out my bracket that week.
At about 10:40 am on the first Thursday of the tourney, one of my friends posted on his facebook status that "the games start in 20 minutes". I gasped and cursed realizing that I hadn't filled out my bracket.
I quickly closed the window I was on and went to ESPN to make my picks. I watched the clock as I hurried through. I submitted my bracket about 5 minutes or so before the games began, with Kentucky and Kansas in the final game and Kentucky winning it all.
As the games began, I was tickled to pick a couple of big upsets. I don't have a real formula for picking the teams because I watch very little of the regular season aside from the occasional Kentucky game...
I watched the game with one of the few Kentucky fans that I still have in my circle of close friends... we ordered steak and lobster tail from Outback and screamed our ever-loving heads off towards the end of the second half when Kansas started to close the gap... as the clock ticked down to nearly nothing and the Kansas guy shot the three pointer while traveling I nearly came right up out of my seat...
Not a breath was breathed in the room until the next second when the travel was called ... and then into the air our arms went and we began to scream like Banshees... we each jumped out of our recliner and hollered and cheered ... that was a loooong time coming and if the ref would've missed that traveling call (as he had missed so many other calls on Kansas during the game) that could've quickly become a "1992 Duke situation".. if I'm not mistaken, if that shot would've been counted they would've only been 3 points away from tying the game and needless to say Kentucky would've been rattled and who knows what could have happened...
That was one wild championship ...
and truthfully, neither team was at the top of their game...
that was one of the sloppiest games I've seen Kentucky play all year and had it not been the championship game I would've gone on to another project and googled the score today ... but I'm thrilled beyond measure with the result ... and now that my curse is broken I have quite a bit of stuff to get done.
Having said that, I'm delighted to announce that I don't give a rat's shiny fanny about sports now until Selection Sunday 2013 ... so let's try to keep it to a low murmur out there if we can ;)
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