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Me? Cliffie? I am not asking. But this Charlie and we all know his life never runs smooth. However, he did bury the hatchet with Rick, so that has to count for something doesn't it.

Chapter 23 – The Morning After Charlie woke in the morning and found himself tangled up in Scott’s arms. It brought a smile to his face and he would have loved to stay in bed but his bladder had other plans. Well that was better than I expected. I guess I should have checked before we started though. I just never figured Rick would take my condoms. At least I know he is playing it safe with Wade. Charlie smiled as he carefully slid ou

Well I knew what it was all about. LOL. Hot and teasing and just waiting to see where you take Stu, I mean waiting to see how you treat your story.

Now that is a sexy piece Frosty. Glad you wrote that one out and posted it. Sweet little erotic tale there. Expand as you see fit. And don't start that bit you can't write or I'm gong to have to kick you in the tush to get you to write more.

You have a lot of twists and turns in this piece Frosty. I liked it a lot. The ghost aspect and the Angel were not something I expected to find. A very romantic piece and I'm glad Jordie got to say goodbye on his own terms. Great story.

So glad that Chris fell off the face of the earth. For the love of god don't you ever think you are an ugly person, Mark. You are beautiful right down to your soul. I'm so glad you have Luke around to help you and as a friend as well. There are many of us who are so happy to see you grow beyond the pain of your past and go forward. I can't wait to see where your life will take you. Remember if you ever need anything don't be afraid to turn to your friends. All we ask of you is to be happy. Always, Wayne

Like anything life,Mark, it takes time. Eventually you will breeze through it and the be able to put the pain behind you. Take care. Remember you have many friends wishing you well and one man waiting for you. We just want you happy and able, not crushed because you forced yourself.

Writing is a way to let the past go and see new ways of dealing with it. The past might be horrible but it helped shape who you are. For being a survivor and having the strength to stand on your own, I commend you. Been through enough crap in my own past. Just remember you have people who care for you now and want to see you happy.

For the Love of Beauty Venus was a jealous goddess; this was well known throughout the Roman world. She was the goddess of Beauty and Love, although this was something she seemed to forget in her dealings with others. Her beauty had always been unmatched until Psyche had entered the world which caused a huge rift among her family of Gods. However the rivalry between them came to an end when her own son, Eros, married her. Venus swore she would never again be jealous of a morta

Venus has always been known as the Goddess of Love and Beauty. What happens when she finds a rival to her beauty in the form of a man? What happens when she attempts to woo him and insults Invidia, the Goddess of Envy, angering her into action? So the Legend of Speciosus is born.

Thank you. I didn't think every ghost needs to show up and be mean or scary to help someone realize what is going on. So I created my Ghost of Veteran's Day. Glad you enjoyed it Michael.

Wow the defense team is a pain in the butt. i admit if you are accused of something you want the best to defend you but in this case there is a clear right and wrong and that defense team has little to pull up to cover their client. I am just glad the boys aren't having too much trouble. Great chapter as usual Andy.

Wow. That has a lot going for it. You have many different threads here and it is an interesting read. Can't wait to see where you take this.

Today has been a long day. I woke up with a headache and it just hasn't left me alone at all. I left work early and came home and slept for hours. Then made dinner. Guess what, the sucker is still with me. I hate summer colds. They are the worst. In the meantime I sat down and wrote out all my September and October cards. So all my friends with Birthdays, Anniversaries, and all my Halloween cards are done now. I also was a bit busy yesterday as I finally managed to tape up the packages I had for Frosty and Mark. Those got out in the mail yesterday as well as postcards for the two of them. Tonight I am going to make Banana Bread. I have to. The bananas are really really ripe and if I don't do something with them soon they will end up in the trash. Besides my banana bread is so good, if I do say so myself. I knocked out some writing since I've been up. Nearly finished the new chapter in Accident's Happen now. I also put up a new short story in my Inspired By collection. I am considering trying to do a Nephy and write two stories at the same time after Accident's Happen. I will get going on expanding the Anthology piece from the Summer one and possibly write the full story for The Key if there is any interest. Sorry, the blog might be longer if my head wasn't pounding so. Hope everyone has a good night. Enjoy.

Arnie hated that he had to get dressed up to go down to the cemetery with his grandmother. It was cold, windy, and he didn’t like standing around by the grave while she cried. Arnie hadn’t known his grandfather; he had died long before he was born. “I’ll be ready in a min Arn. Please, make sure you take a good jacket and a scarf with you,” called his grandmother from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, Grandma. I’ll be there. Just have to grab the scarf.”

Thank you Cia. I never turn down a hug.

It isn't even nine am as I write this blog. Yeah I usually write mine in the evening but I go to work shortly. I am sitting here with the room feeling cool and looking out the window into the yard. Across the street the neighbor has hung up yard signs that say back to school, have fall leaves on them, and pumpkins. My father is digging out his fall collection of flags for the yard as well. The mums my next door neighbor planted last year are already growing up to a large size and will be blossoming soon. To me these are the first signs of fall. I love the cooler temps. The chance to just go out and walk in a light jacket or sweater. To be able to enjoy the day without wanting to pass out from the heat. I think that might be one of the reasons I enjoyed school as much as I did. It meant I was done dodging the summer heat. i am more likely to be found sitting under a tree in the fall reading in the fall then out in the sun during the summer the summer. Just who I am. I am so grateful that we are beginning to head into one of my two favorite seasons. It gives me a reason to smile and look forward again. Enjoy all.

Okay. I live with a man who is passive aggressive in his attacks. But then again he also likes to attack when no one else is around to hear him. Agh. Sometimes you just wish, I can fill in that blank so many ways right now. Alright it takes me a while to reach my boiling point. I am not the kind to just attack. However you push me up against the wall and you might find you don't like the mild manner man you had been dealing with. Okay so my father has been having problems with the phone. I know I've offered to buy a new one but was told he wanted to go looking. Fine. I can accept that. In fact, it means I get to save some money which is never bad for me. However, tonight the phone rings and the answering machine doesn't it get it. I look and there is no power to the machine. So is there a problem with it because Irene blew it out, did the power cord he has it attached to finally go, or did outlet stop working. The answer, i am not sure because evidently I am horrible person who still has DVD towers sitting in the living room and that is why he can't get an electrician in to check the power in the outlet or come to fix the light in the kitchen. I tell him I want to just plug the items into a different outlet for a moment but no. So I am just wrong again. What a joy. Anyone noticing a pattern here? Right now I am not sure if I want to wish him away to my brother's home, wish I was never born, or hell just wish myself back up to Connecticut where I had a life. Since I have been home, I'm draining the savings I had. The store I work in never bonuses, there are no raises for me in the position I hold, and well the place is a mess. So I've tightened my belt. I go out not at all, I buy nearly nothing, unless you count groceries and the $20 a month I allow myself to spoil myself. When it comes to living at home, well I try not to do anything that would bother him. I don't have a television so can't be playing that loudly. Any movies I own or watch on my computer using a headset. If I sit with him, well he goes into bed at 8 most nights. What the hell am I suppose to do? Basicallly, I wonder if I died tomorrow would he notice or would he wait till he smelled the rotting body to do something. I know. Not being fair to him but one more time I seem to be the one who can do no right again. Just tired, didn't sleep, and not in the mood to be yelled at. Seems to be a normal situation lately. Oh well. Who knew in your forties you would end up alone, taking care of a parent, and debating whether to put on the happy smile again or just picture the writing I should have on my gravestone from the heart attack I give myself. Whee. There is nothing wrong with that a few months in a nice padded room won't fix.

Now that is just one to show where you want your life to go, Mark. Wishing you two all the best.

Well Paya you were on vacation, I've seen the pictures, you have my address. So where is my post card? Besides if you send me one you know I will return the favor! lol

I appreciate the offer. I just am within sight of the end now so I have to be patient. Jian is home today so things will get back to normal.

Well my letters are just basically quick notes to fill people in on what is happening. Sometimes it is card, a note, or hell even a post card. I just like to let them know I am thinking of them.

Be grateful I don't have yours then. You might end up with all sorts of mail. I try to stay in touch with everyone at least once a month. I usually end up writing out about 18 cards a month, not including extras for birthdays and anniversaries. Lately I've gotten lazy and been doing post cards cause I found some really nice ones with pictures of either Long Island or holographic ones.

The electronic age can be both a blessing and a curse. Most communication between individuals use to be done face to face, or at the very least by phone. Today people still keep in touch but now it is by text and chat. These can be great or absolutely horrendous. Take those sacred three little words - I LOVE YOU. They can be said with passion, with sarcasm, and have multiple meanings depending on how said and the body language. However, reading just the words alone and you are left to wonder if they were joking or take it exactly as it appears. Sometimes I can be a sarcastic bastard. I know it. I can be snarky if you catch me in the morning before my coffee. I admit it freely. But rarely do I do that in chat or text. It is so easy for it to be misinterpreted. I hate being misunderstood. I was once a teacher and I explained to my class that words have power, and when you speak you have to be careful. They told me words don't carry weight. I grabbed two of my A students and told them exactly what I was planning so they would go along with it. Then the following day presented the class with a little example of how words can either lift you up or destroy you. I was giving back tests that they had taken. Both of my students actually got 98's on the test but the class didn't know that. To the first student I gave the test face down and he looked at it and up at me. I turned to him and let him have it in front of the class. "I see you were slacking off this week. Only a 98. You know if you actually put some effort into your work you might actually get a hundred. I thought you were a smart student." The class sat in stunned silence as I continued to pass out the tests. When I got to my second willing student I handed them the test back and she looked at it and asked if she could retake it. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. I know that isn't your normal testing grade. Next time try come to me for some extra tutoring or extra credit. I'm sure we can get your grade up." The class sat looking at her. They all thought she failed but they watched as I "encouraged" her while I had torn down the "98" student. When I finished I walked to my desk. You could have heard a pin drop. I walked to the board and wrote WORDS across the board. Then I asked how many felt sorry for my 98 student and how many for my failing one. They all raised when I said the 98 student. "Why are you sorry for him? He passed the test didn't he?" The class was afraid to say a word. Then I let them all in on it. There isn't a student in that room who bullied or said a bad word to another for the rest of that year. Which brings me to tonight. I have someone i chat with fairly regularly on messenger. We were talking and for a change I went sarcastic on him. I didn't mean it but without being able to "hear" it and know I was joking he took it serious and left abruptly. I felt like crap but that is one of the things about an electronic chat, you don't have anything but the typed word before you. Here at GA I am more the Fool than I am anywhere else. I come here to unwind, have some fun, and talk to interesting people. I try never to insult anyone or be cruel. That is just who I am but I am hyper aware when here. I just want people to stop a moment when they read something. If it seems out of character for the person speaking remember to see if it can be said in a joking way, a sarcastic way, or even a loving way. It is just too easy to misinterpret the written word in a chat. A chat or text doesn't say Robert said in a joking way,"Bite me and die." All the reader gets is "Bite me and die." Is it meant as a common saying between friends, an insult, or what? Sorry to rant like this, but I just hate it when the power put behind the words isn't what was meant.