Dear Reader
Your bona fide woman who has transition to best body condition as possible, seeks a straight relationship. And, not any man will do; he must be heterosexual in nature. I never felt a bond between a Gay or Lesbian person. The only time we formed alliances, is to gain political changes. I do not really support Gay marriage on the same footing. I even get that kinda sick feeling, seeing Gay couples engage openly. For the most part, Lesbians disrespect us transwomen for partners. On the the grounds we are not genetic correct in their eyes. Our usual comeback: " your just jealous, that you don't look half as good, as us transitioned women." For the most part, I have been battle free to defend myself. Since my 1999 vaginal surgery and not being sexual active with a man, I need to keep it open and working. That is done with a solid implement called a stent. Squeeze on the personal lube, to keep the 6 inch depth and the inch and a half opening from closing. All made from penile skin. I must say, I have plenty of men for friends and enjoy their company. I've never been insulted to my face or abused in being me. I'm the good luck story. Many are not. Now, you know!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Feb 25th, My Father Remembered
Dear Reader,
One reason I try to remember a person's birthday and celebrate it, is their connection to me. My father was born Feb 25, 1908 and passed on May 5th, 2004. I owe a lot to him, in putting me on the right path upon this world. Here's a very creditable account in his life: I call it the miracle in the town dump. Mid-1960's time frame. My father was dump picking, as it helped bring in extra selling income. This perticular dump was a few towns over, near some poor Cousins, on a visit. The dump was afire. He spotted a religious picture, in the on-coming flames. I honestly don't remember if I was their... My father started his climb up the trash heap to rescue it. He stated his feet was all of a sudden lifted above the sinking trash and, "escaladed," to the picture! Grabbed it, found a King James Bible next to it and grabbed that to. The flames were nearer now... That escalator ride took him to the top of the dump and set him upon firmer standing. The picture by the way, was a painting of St. Teresa (Little Flower) on a sheet of tin. My father was very upset how someone could throw-out such things. During my real conversion to Christ, after my surgery, I read the life of St. Terese. My heart sped up upon reading her comment about her vision of the; "the stairway attached to the Earth and connecting Heaven, Angels upon it." Or, words to that effect. My next blog, if you would like to hear, would be a face-to-face private revelation to my parents in this Tolland home. It backs-up miracle #1. I will do that in person at another time and date. I even have a written documentation claim proof to show. Now, you understand, the reason I'm so forward and helpful on worthy causes, on the human scale. To this place called Fort at No. 4...
One reason I try to remember a person's birthday and celebrate it, is their connection to me. My father was born Feb 25, 1908 and passed on May 5th, 2004. I owe a lot to him, in putting me on the right path upon this world. Here's a very creditable account in his life: I call it the miracle in the town dump. Mid-1960's time frame. My father was dump picking, as it helped bring in extra selling income. This perticular dump was a few towns over, near some poor Cousins, on a visit. The dump was afire. He spotted a religious picture, in the on-coming flames. I honestly don't remember if I was their... My father started his climb up the trash heap to rescue it. He stated his feet was all of a sudden lifted above the sinking trash and, "escaladed," to the picture! Grabbed it, found a King James Bible next to it and grabbed that to. The flames were nearer now... That escalator ride took him to the top of the dump and set him upon firmer standing. The picture by the way, was a painting of St. Teresa (Little Flower) on a sheet of tin. My father was very upset how someone could throw-out such things. During my real conversion to Christ, after my surgery, I read the life of St. Terese. My heart sped up upon reading her comment about her vision of the; "the stairway attached to the Earth and connecting Heaven, Angels upon it." Or, words to that effect. My next blog, if you would like to hear, would be a face-to-face private revelation to my parents in this Tolland home. It backs-up miracle #1. I will do that in person at another time and date. I even have a written documentation claim proof to show. Now, you understand, the reason I'm so forward and helpful on worthy causes, on the human scale. To this place called Fort at No. 4...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Patience Parable
Dear Reader,
To make a worthy yummy omelet, requires patience. How many agree with me? Patience, is like an omelet. You can't rush it. You need the right amount of heat to cook, but, not burn. The inner filling needs to be arranged and heat blended. A level pan, burner or stove will make or break your efforts. To fold the sides of the omelet up too quiclkly, spells run-overs. To flip the omelet over takes a steady hand, in holding it all together. Feel free to remind me of this analogy when I fail to track...
To make a worthy yummy omelet, requires patience. How many agree with me? Patience, is like an omelet. You can't rush it. You need the right amount of heat to cook, but, not burn. The inner filling needs to be arranged and heat blended. A level pan, burner or stove will make or break your efforts. To fold the sides of the omelet up too quiclkly, spells run-overs. To flip the omelet over takes a steady hand, in holding it all together. Feel free to remind me of this analogy when I fail to track...
New Broom Sweeps Clean
Dear Reader,
Yes, patients is a hard aquired virtue in many aspects of life. This theme will be the saving grace in the fort's rebound: to be patient with all who volunteer or reenact. Matter-of-fact, Mrs Sartwell will be playing her part, as peace-maker. The reenactors, who will be talking to me about the woes of Fort Ti. I should remain positive and NOT talk down that site management. Instead, tell folks to look to future improvements, to return there, after things smooth over. You may want to bring this issue up at the next advisory board meeting. It's not conducive for us or the fort bussiness to engage into the missteps of other sites.
My other thoughts: I feel the resurge in the fort Americana! I really think the surrounding areas of New Hampshire and Vermont have rethink about the lost of the fort. To hold their feet to the fire, is to get them involved one way or the other. Standard management practice of getting many involved, those taken by surprise... I predict a vast improvement for 2011 income. I also see many tourists seeking this place as a get-away from economy woes and getting back to basic Americana. In the back of my mind in history detail: the original fort held! It was never surprised captured. It never surrender to the foe. The settlers banded together and the Town of Charlestown, grew. So, we survive...
Yes, patients is a hard aquired virtue in many aspects of life. This theme will be the saving grace in the fort's rebound: to be patient with all who volunteer or reenact. Matter-of-fact, Mrs Sartwell will be playing her part, as peace-maker. The reenactors, who will be talking to me about the woes of Fort Ti. I should remain positive and NOT talk down that site management. Instead, tell folks to look to future improvements, to return there, after things smooth over. You may want to bring this issue up at the next advisory board meeting. It's not conducive for us or the fort bussiness to engage into the missteps of other sites.
My other thoughts: I feel the resurge in the fort Americana! I really think the surrounding areas of New Hampshire and Vermont have rethink about the lost of the fort. To hold their feet to the fire, is to get them involved one way or the other. Standard management practice of getting many involved, those taken by surprise... I predict a vast improvement for 2011 income. I also see many tourists seeking this place as a get-away from economy woes and getting back to basic Americana. In the back of my mind in history detail: the original fort held! It was never surprised captured. It never surrender to the foe. The settlers banded together and the Town of Charlestown, grew. So, we survive...
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Umm, My Loyality Tested
Dear Reader,
Wasn't that a certain no-brainer question asked of me, late Sunday afternoon. Don't you just love men with brilliant deductions. Kant, was right how the human brain breaks-down information. I was asked; if Wendy doesn't come by and get the packaged-up pass-out information about the fort for Common Man? I bet you'll put them in the car and bring them over, won't you? Then, (before I can answer the question) she already knows you'll do it, without being asked. She sure depends on you, Charlene... Again, didn't have to say anything. One can assume: I won't let the director stumble. Some people, are just so thick-headed, they can't see the behind scenes in responsibilities you have to do in keeping the fort up and running! Said individual, doesn't know shit about business, you made the same deductions, by now? I also think it's also a case of jealous resentment in spending more time at the gift/book shop than with him, at his house. Sorry, the fort has priority in bringing it back up on line. Even, in denial of myself at times in self-sacrifice. I'm more worried how God sees me, than any of peoples' views of my Earthly works. I can hardly wait for you to do your office re-make over and place your flashier wall plaques on the walls. Invite that said individual in for a chat, to view them. I want the final satisfaction to make the parting statement: "she did pretty well for herself, as a woodchuck, ugh" ? Steady, wait for it. Last of The Moheicans!
Wasn't that a certain no-brainer question asked of me, late Sunday afternoon. Don't you just love men with brilliant deductions. Kant, was right how the human brain breaks-down information. I was asked; if Wendy doesn't come by and get the packaged-up pass-out information about the fort for Common Man? I bet you'll put them in the car and bring them over, won't you? Then, (before I can answer the question) she already knows you'll do it, without being asked. She sure depends on you, Charlene... Again, didn't have to say anything. One can assume: I won't let the director stumble. Some people, are just so thick-headed, they can't see the behind scenes in responsibilities you have to do in keeping the fort up and running! Said individual, doesn't know shit about business, you made the same deductions, by now? I also think it's also a case of jealous resentment in spending more time at the gift/book shop than with him, at his house. Sorry, the fort has priority in bringing it back up on line. Even, in denial of myself at times in self-sacrifice. I'm more worried how God sees me, than any of peoples' views of my Earthly works. I can hardly wait for you to do your office re-make over and place your flashier wall plaques on the walls. Invite that said individual in for a chat, to view them. I want the final satisfaction to make the parting statement: "she did pretty well for herself, as a woodchuck, ugh" ? Steady, wait for it. Last of The Moheicans!
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Common Man Fund-raiser
Dear Reader,
With a call-in for directions to Common Man, I had no problem finding the restaurant. The whole estabishment complex was pleasing to the eye. The old mills, I can relate to in Connecticut. My father was a loom machanic at such one mill. Remember as a child going with my mother to see my father on pay day and "her," only intrest to get his paycheck. To put it bluntly; my mother in "Paulie-talk," was a real fuck... Anyway, I can still revisit that old mill entrance. It's housing for people now. Paul and myself were well greeted by the establishment. I'm glad we came early. Table for four, in Richard and Gina with us. The staff was exellent! The meal was well prepared: I had the 10 oz cut prime rib. A girl needs her iron, ya know! The salad and veggie sides were good. Great dessert. I would go back on my own accord, once I move-up into the area. It was a fast moving hour and a half, had to go and let other's in. Did sit with Kevin for five minutes. That 55 year old guy! Seven more plow Winters for him, he's ready. First time I met Nick Westbrook. My hello's to the rest of the board member's. The rest of the known volunteers, as well. In the end, like to do this again? Lastly, I just hope the serving staff was given a fair amount in gratuities. I hope Mrs. Baker rested and ate,herself near the end. She's all business and emotional reserved, but, I love her just the same. I know she worries about an unpaid volunteerism flame-out down the road. She needs not worry about me. I have my monthly pension and FedEx transfer. Soon, I will be out of Connecticut and be among those I care for and them, for me. On that note, it's another Monday afternoon at FedEx. Bye for now.
With a call-in for directions to Common Man, I had no problem finding the restaurant. The whole estabishment complex was pleasing to the eye. The old mills, I can relate to in Connecticut. My father was a loom machanic at such one mill. Remember as a child going with my mother to see my father on pay day and "her," only intrest to get his paycheck. To put it bluntly; my mother in "Paulie-talk," was a real fuck... Anyway, I can still revisit that old mill entrance. It's housing for people now. Paul and myself were well greeted by the establishment. I'm glad we came early. Table for four, in Richard and Gina with us. The staff was exellent! The meal was well prepared: I had the 10 oz cut prime rib. A girl needs her iron, ya know! The salad and veggie sides were good. Great dessert. I would go back on my own accord, once I move-up into the area. It was a fast moving hour and a half, had to go and let other's in. Did sit with Kevin for five minutes. That 55 year old guy! Seven more plow Winters for him, he's ready. First time I met Nick Westbrook. My hello's to the rest of the board member's. The rest of the known volunteers, as well. In the end, like to do this again? Lastly, I just hope the serving staff was given a fair amount in gratuities. I hope Mrs. Baker rested and ate,herself near the end. She's all business and emotional reserved, but, I love her just the same. I know she worries about an unpaid volunteerism flame-out down the road. She needs not worry about me. I have my monthly pension and FedEx transfer. Soon, I will be out of Connecticut and be among those I care for and them, for me. On that note, it's another Monday afternoon at FedEx. Bye for now.
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Domino Effect
Dear Reader Couple:
I fully agree with St. Padre Pio: "Not one demon is left in Hell, but, have been loosen upon the Earth," in his opinion. Got to agree with him. The Middle East is really boiling over. And, in this country; the state budgets in crisis. More tax hikes, cost cutting, ect. You see, our country does not like the word; NO, in things breaking down. We've had it too easy for too long. Got so self comfortable. Sure, some of us have a; "emergency crash kit," in our cars. Our homes need to be fortified, as well... The retired military thinking is starting to kick-in. Collect your grains and even canned veggies. You can get some good buys at Discount Food Warehouse Rt12 in N. Walpole.
I fully agree with St. Padre Pio: "Not one demon is left in Hell, but, have been loosen upon the Earth," in his opinion. Got to agree with him. The Middle East is really boiling over. And, in this country; the state budgets in crisis. More tax hikes, cost cutting, ect. You see, our country does not like the word; NO, in things breaking down. We've had it too easy for too long. Got so self comfortable. Sure, some of us have a; "emergency crash kit," in our cars. Our homes need to be fortified, as well... The retired military thinking is starting to kick-in. Collect your grains and even canned veggies. You can get some good buys at Discount Food Warehouse Rt12 in N. Walpole.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The North Country Biathlon
Dear Couple Readers,
And, I wanted you to join me on this romp... I must of been out of my mind! Bill and myself had a good time. While, I didn't set any records in time and shooting score. I'd learn a few things for sure: knew I was screwed, right-off. Bear Paws, are a bit cumbersome. I have the other type, that I should have worn. Secondly, notice the seasoned snowshoers have leather bindings and buckles. Me, I found I was going to pay in time, readjusting those nylon webbing and cheap plastic buckles. I did... Other than that, my layed clothing, accouterments and smoothbore in zero problems. Took one stumbled nose dive and caught myself in time. The circuit was a mile something. I'm not body sore, but sure have been logy since Sunday. Out of 14 smoothbore shooters, I had the longest time and last place. However, There's another one in St. Johnsbury the weekend after. Trying to convince Bill, when I see him this weekend, if he wants to give it a try? So, lady director, that's how you keep me occupyed and quiet!
And, I wanted you to join me on this romp... I must of been out of my mind! Bill and myself had a good time. While, I didn't set any records in time and shooting score. I'd learn a few things for sure: knew I was screwed, right-off. Bear Paws, are a bit cumbersome. I have the other type, that I should have worn. Secondly, notice the seasoned snowshoers have leather bindings and buckles. Me, I found I was going to pay in time, readjusting those nylon webbing and cheap plastic buckles. I did... Other than that, my layed clothing, accouterments and smoothbore in zero problems. Took one stumbled nose dive and caught myself in time. The circuit was a mile something. I'm not body sore, but sure have been logy since Sunday. Out of 14 smoothbore shooters, I had the longest time and last place. However, There's another one in St. Johnsbury the weekend after. Trying to convince Bill, when I see him this weekend, if he wants to give it a try? So, lady director, that's how you keep me occupyed and quiet!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Can you answer these questions
Why in the world would Charlene bring a cow's knee on a Winter snowshoe trek shoot and why? Barrel tampon, why would she stick that in place?
Happy Valentine's Day
My Dear Reader Couple,
If, just for part of the weekend and into Monday, embrace each other. Do that quite intimately for each other. Recall, all that you have been through into the present moment. Also, recall if you didn't have each other, how much love you would have missed and self-growth in each other denied. I want both of you, to give the basic building block of love, in a simple; "thank you dear," from the biggest, to the absolute lowest deed done unto each other. Let the responsibilities of your work careers, take second place in love of each other. Take the time to romanticly love each other. This is your marriage Thanksgiving Day! This is the first sermom, according to The Perils of Charlene!
If, just for part of the weekend and into Monday, embrace each other. Do that quite intimately for each other. Recall, all that you have been through into the present moment. Also, recall if you didn't have each other, how much love you would have missed and self-growth in each other denied. I want both of you, to give the basic building block of love, in a simple; "thank you dear," from the biggest, to the absolute lowest deed done unto each other. Let the responsibilities of your work careers, take second place in love of each other. Take the time to romanticly love each other. This is your marriage Thanksgiving Day! This is the first sermom, according to The Perils of Charlene!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
There I Was, Surrounded...
Dear Readers,
Snow banks to the right of me, snow banks to the left of me, snow banks in the front of me and snow banks to the rear of me... What's a girl to do? Easy, drop your pants and panties squat piss in the snow path you just made! Who the heck will see me on this Earth, with this Winter in-place? Got to be careful though, can't let the fort director find out these things. That she may hold a degree in psychology and I get jack-potted in being a nut case! One thing I don't reget, and for some unknown reason, did a 360 degree round about on the house in Fall, sprinke bless it with Holy Water. Who knew... Next, after the big snow dig-out, I went to my elderly Neighbors accross the road. Jim and Marie have known me, since I was born. I asked them if I could help and take charge. I was told no and go home and rest! We are on the absolute best neighbor terms, yet, they worried more in me being overworked... Today, my joint driveway neighbor Ron, his porch broke away from the house in snow weight. His neck, in a brace for a young guy and back troubles in shoveling his roof today. Told him, after I return from FedEx, I'll finish his roof for him. He told me no way will I go up their! And me, I still am doing good in the house structure. Even the big icicle has melted on the power lines and meter box. Since a month ago, still no oil back-up, to afford the electronic control. The upstairs stove and basement coal stove are keeping me warm. My nightly sleeps are long and undisturbed, in the chaos of storms and worldly unrest. So, these are my current reflections and happenings from down here. Much damage in building structures in the state as a whole. We never had a Winter in my young memeory, as this one. And, through it all, no resistance from Cringles trying to get outside. Our daily hide and seek, runabout through the house, to out-manuver one another. Almost like those wanabe fort militia guys trying to trap the fort director into a commitment, LOL!
Snow banks to the right of me, snow banks to the left of me, snow banks in the front of me and snow banks to the rear of me... What's a girl to do? Easy, drop your pants and panties squat piss in the snow path you just made! Who the heck will see me on this Earth, with this Winter in-place? Got to be careful though, can't let the fort director find out these things. That she may hold a degree in psychology and I get jack-potted in being a nut case! One thing I don't reget, and for some unknown reason, did a 360 degree round about on the house in Fall, sprinke bless it with Holy Water. Who knew... Next, after the big snow dig-out, I went to my elderly Neighbors accross the road. Jim and Marie have known me, since I was born. I asked them if I could help and take charge. I was told no and go home and rest! We are on the absolute best neighbor terms, yet, they worried more in me being overworked... Today, my joint driveway neighbor Ron, his porch broke away from the house in snow weight. His neck, in a brace for a young guy and back troubles in shoveling his roof today. Told him, after I return from FedEx, I'll finish his roof for him. He told me no way will I go up their! And me, I still am doing good in the house structure. Even the big icicle has melted on the power lines and meter box. Since a month ago, still no oil back-up, to afford the electronic control. The upstairs stove and basement coal stove are keeping me warm. My nightly sleeps are long and undisturbed, in the chaos of storms and worldly unrest. So, these are my current reflections and happenings from down here. Much damage in building structures in the state as a whole. We never had a Winter in my young memeory, as this one. And, through it all, no resistance from Cringles trying to get outside. Our daily hide and seek, runabout through the house, to out-manuver one another. Almost like those wanabe fort militia guys trying to trap the fort director into a commitment, LOL!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Isn't It Ironic
Dear Readers,
How 'bout that lady director, as an instructor! Day 12 into my calendar tracking on incidentals. I do have to admit, I already saved myself a full tank of gas, and still not an empty stomach. What I really appreciate about her: it's never,"I told you so," in mistakes made. Coming to my own conclusions, I will always admit; in good thing I listen to you. Or, yes, I didn't see that coming. Thanks for reminding me, of that fact.
How 'bout that lady director, as an instructor! Day 12 into my calendar tracking on incidentals. I do have to admit, I already saved myself a full tank of gas, and still not an empty stomach. What I really appreciate about her: it's never,"I told you so," in mistakes made. Coming to my own conclusions, I will always admit; in good thing I listen to you. Or, yes, I didn't see that coming. Thanks for reminding me, of that fact.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Bless Me Sister, For I have Sinned...
Dear Reader,
It's been mere hours, since my last droll hijinks's against my friends. In that time, I plotted against a certain New Hampshire man from Alstead. Paulie's phone call was timely and my part, well rehearsed: how did you do with your big icicle? Thanks for asking, I just return and washed my hands from State Police fingerprinting, in answering your call... Stun silence. Why, what happen? Aah, the neighbor called the State Police (resident trooper) in my smoothbore discharge on the large roof to bottom icicle on the house... You got to be kidding me, your neighbor below you? I mean, gunshots in your area is not unheard of... I think it was my neighbor through the woods, might of. Anyway, (to Paul) the resident trooper came to my house and asked about the gunshot from my general area. Yes, I shot that big icicle off the house, because of the danger with the power service. Discharge of a firearm within 500 feet of a dwelling is a minor offence but, I am arresting you. Put your gun inside and leave it alone. (Paul) , you got to be shitting me!!! So, who told on you in the first place? I don't know for sure. Damn, that's really fucked-up (Paulie) and not right to arrest you. Wow... Paulie!!! I'm telling you a story of B.S., no really. Silence... Are you sure? Yes Paul. I can see you (Paul) doing something like that. You mean my making mountains out of mole hills? Yep! That's you, said Paul. Onto other talk subjects.
It's been mere hours, since my last droll hijinks's against my friends. In that time, I plotted against a certain New Hampshire man from Alstead. Paulie's phone call was timely and my part, well rehearsed: how did you do with your big icicle? Thanks for asking, I just return and washed my hands from State Police fingerprinting, in answering your call... Stun silence. Why, what happen? Aah, the neighbor called the State Police (resident trooper) in my smoothbore discharge on the large roof to bottom icicle on the house... You got to be kidding me, your neighbor below you? I mean, gunshots in your area is not unheard of... I think it was my neighbor through the woods, might of. Anyway, (to Paul) the resident trooper came to my house and asked about the gunshot from my general area. Yes, I shot that big icicle off the house, because of the danger with the power service. Discharge of a firearm within 500 feet of a dwelling is a minor offence but, I am arresting you. Put your gun inside and leave it alone. (Paul) , you got to be shitting me!!! So, who told on you in the first place? I don't know for sure. Damn, that's really fucked-up (Paulie) and not right to arrest you. Wow... Paulie!!! I'm telling you a story of B.S., no really. Silence... Are you sure? Yes Paul. I can see you (Paul) doing something like that. You mean my making mountains out of mole hills? Yep! That's you, said Paul. Onto other talk subjects.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Frozen Toe Report
Dear reader,
Glad I stayed home, gee whiz... My New York friend told me in that area of Sharon, Connecticut in a ice storm. Only four tents; down by a good another 10 no-show primitive camps. Only five shooters. Poor mike, two port-a-johns and trash dumpster to pay for. That should knock our Sharon Mountain Muzzle loaders club funding way down. Couldn't cancel, no rapid communications in place.
Glad I stayed home, gee whiz... My New York friend told me in that area of Sharon, Connecticut in a ice storm. Only four tents; down by a good another 10 no-show primitive camps. Only five shooters. Poor mike, two port-a-johns and trash dumpster to pay for. That should knock our Sharon Mountain Muzzle loaders club funding way down. Couldn't cancel, no rapid communications in place.
FedEx Services
January 31, 2011
Ms. Charlene Warbeck
P.O. Box 221
Tolland, CT 06084-0221
Dear Ms. Warbeck:
At Frederick W. Smith's request, I am responding to your letter of December 16, 2010, regarding The Fort at No. 4 revitalization effort.
After careful review, it is with great regret that we must decline your request for financial assistance. Multiple commitments and limited resources make it impossible for us to satisfy all who ask for and merit our support.
Thank you for considering FedEx as a possible source of assistance for this project. For future requests, please access http://giving.fedex.com/ for information about our corporate contribution programs and an online application for funding.
We wish you the best for future success.
Sincerely,
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Ms. Charlene Warbeck
P.O. Box 221
Tolland, CT 06084-0221
Dear Ms. Warbeck:
At Frederick W. Smith's request, I am responding to your letter of December 16, 2010, regarding The Fort at No. 4 revitalization effort.
After careful review, it is with great regret that we must decline your request for financial assistance. Multiple commitments and limited resources make it impossible for us to satisfy all who ask for and merit our support.
Thank you for considering FedEx as a possible source of assistance for this project. For future requests, please access http://giving.fedex.com/ for information about our corporate contribution programs and an online application for funding.
We wish you the best for future success.
Sincerely,
Sarah E. Hickman
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World Disorder
Dear Reader,
I cannot help but to prepare my mind and body. For the coming possibility of military reactivation. Retired Reservists like myself, can be in fact recalled under age 60 and I'm 57. The Middle East instability, North Korea and Iran bear watching. It's even in the bible; "beware of the Yellow Race," reference, that must mean China... I know military business; the lifting ban on Gays serving and the few of us surgery corrected transsexuals as cannon fodder. Once a time ago, referred to UNDESIRABLE FILE in military records. But now, we may just be look upon as a viable resource. The Department of The Air Force, has my new gender name and address for retirement purposes. While you may not be in agreement with my thinking, a reactivated woman Staff Sergeant is real for me. Military assets will be held onto, no matter the human costs. A body is a body, it can be worked and bled to death to accomplish the mission. I would be proud to serve again. I'll ask for long range sniper training!
I cannot help but to prepare my mind and body. For the coming possibility of military reactivation. Retired Reservists like myself, can be in fact recalled under age 60 and I'm 57. The Middle East instability, North Korea and Iran bear watching. It's even in the bible; "beware of the Yellow Race," reference, that must mean China... I know military business; the lifting ban on Gays serving and the few of us surgery corrected transsexuals as cannon fodder. Once a time ago, referred to UNDESIRABLE FILE in military records. But now, we may just be look upon as a viable resource. The Department of The Air Force, has my new gender name and address for retirement purposes. While you may not be in agreement with my thinking, a reactivated woman Staff Sergeant is real for me. Military assets will be held onto, no matter the human costs. A body is a body, it can be worked and bled to death to accomplish the mission. I would be proud to serve again. I'll ask for long range sniper training!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Snow Time Fun In Tolland
Dear Reader,
Guess things are a bit serious in town. National Guard on the four school roofs, clearing snow. And, dummy me... Let this icicle grow on the house corner where the power service comes in and encrusting the meter down below. I did the; "Baker Attic Breast Stroke," before work to block the heat escape. I was lazy and didn't want to get dusty and dirty, to avoid this problem in the first place.
Got a few extra hours at FedEx this week. Thanks to the work no-shows from the Tuesday and Wednesday storms. Good economy boost, in all these snow rakes I'm scanning to all parts of Southern NE.
Tonight, if I was at Frozen Toe, I could be having my Venison and onion sandwich at the main cabin in Western, Ct. Not worth getting my girly car stuck on the logging road to the cabin. My friend Mike, got the front loader stuck, to clear the 32 inches of snow, I heard. The two blanket trader friends of mine, camping the weekend, you met. Lot's of testosterone in that camp, for sure. Ah, we been doing this crazy stuff, for years. I'm your wild child at the fort now! So, see what the weather brings tomorrow in more mixture?
Guess things are a bit serious in town. National Guard on the four school roofs, clearing snow. And, dummy me... Let this icicle grow on the house corner where the power service comes in and encrusting the meter down below. I did the; "Baker Attic Breast Stroke," before work to block the heat escape. I was lazy and didn't want to get dusty and dirty, to avoid this problem in the first place.
Got a few extra hours at FedEx this week. Thanks to the work no-shows from the Tuesday and Wednesday storms. Good economy boost, in all these snow rakes I'm scanning to all parts of Southern NE.
Tonight, if I was at Frozen Toe, I could be having my Venison and onion sandwich at the main cabin in Western, Ct. Not worth getting my girly car stuck on the logging road to the cabin. My friend Mike, got the front loader stuck, to clear the 32 inches of snow, I heard. The two blanket trader friends of mine, camping the weekend, you met. Lot's of testosterone in that camp, for sure. Ah, we been doing this crazy stuff, for years. I'm your wild child at the fort now! So, see what the weather brings tomorrow in more mixture?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
To my trusted readers
The perils of the next day, is none of our business to know. We, who believe in a God, base the outcome on faith. I do believe in the power of prayer. A simple prayer before bed, it has changed the next day outcome. A good thing will happen to a living person and the dearly departed. It's a mystery for sure. I've read enough books to know; this formula does work.
Seeking peril information of highlighted person
Calling all my informants, minions, dupes, automatons and good natured hearts? I am seeking the birthday (I know it's in the Spring) of Mrs. Baker? Nothing would give me better pleasuse, to give her a mid-night call on her 50th! I got you now my pretty (Wizard of Oz) and still can't chase down your Plott Hound Dog. LOL!!!
To make a model airplane and why: a banana or a wet sock question?
Chemical Char here, let me answer your question. Toss out the wet sock idea. Even if were dried, still too material heavy in my mind. Now, the banana... The skin membrane can be thin sliced, dried and applied as the outer skin to a model airplane skeleton covering.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Snow banks above the roof of a car
I haven't seen snow banks above the roof of my car in Tolland for sure, till this Winter... There is one advantage though, going to work, my area gas, food and bank facility, blocking my side vision. I can't see inside Dunkin Donuts or Subway, and we just know how I love those incidentals, right Mrs. Baker? Before, I had a visual on how crowded they were, in my stopping or not. Your not making things easy for me, and Kevin told me on the phone to keep (the snow) it down here with me! I'm ruin, I tell you! I'm also very concern not seeing traffic if I did stop and went to exit and get my car front ripped apart.
Another storm
I never seen so much snow in my whole life, in Tolland. Exercise, I'm getting it for sure and I'm still not complaining. Chemical Char, from my former days at Fort at No.4, I'm still at it. I've invented my new
idea to get rock salt upon the roof! I call them: Rock Salt Grenades! Tear off a sheet of paper towel. Dump one cup of rock salt in the center of towel. Bring up towel edges and fold the salt in. Last step is to scotch tape it. I want to make believe I'm in the service and use the overhand throw method. Dunce proof; no pin to pull or a short drop explosion! I littered the front half of the roof with a dozen Rock Salt Grenades. The ice has started to melt, once it deslolved through the snow pack. My reminder came this morning, while doing dishes, to do the back side. How silly I felt with water leaking from the window above the sink, into the sink!!!
idea to get rock salt upon the roof! I call them: Rock Salt Grenades! Tear off a sheet of paper towel. Dump one cup of rock salt in the center of towel. Bring up towel edges and fold the salt in. Last step is to scotch tape it. I want to make believe I'm in the service and use the overhand throw method. Dunce proof; no pin to pull or a short drop explosion! I littered the front half of the roof with a dozen Rock Salt Grenades. The ice has started to melt, once it deslolved through the snow pack. My reminder came this morning, while doing dishes, to do the back side. How silly I felt with water leaking from the window above the sink, into the sink!!!
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