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  1. Netflix: "Mine"

    I’ve often noticed that good movies do not get very high ratings by movie critics.
  2. Can You Believe?

    Have you ever had the feeling you weren't alone when you were the only one in the room? Have you ever thought you heard someone call your name when there wasn't anyone there but you? Have you ever known something was going to happen before it happened? Do you believe there is more than what you can see, hear, touch, taste or smell? I'll admit to all of the above and then some. Intuition, sixth sense, call it what you will, I believe there are some who are blessed with abilities we can't understand. I also believe each of us has some ability to tap into that area of the unknown, especially when needed. I'll often get the feeling someone's there and the feeling usually starts with chills. I'll look behind me thinking it's Hubby or the cat but nope, no one's there, that I can see. Just the feeling there's someone there. I still remember the time I woke up screaming because someone grabbed my shoulder and shook it until I was awake. It was definitely a hand and I felt it even after I was awake. My banshee scream had Hubby up and ready for battle but there was no one to fight. In case you're thinking it was just Hubby reaching out in his sleep, he was facing away from me and I was curled up to his back. That scared the shit out of him, and definitely me, but he told me I was probably dreaming. He was able to go right back to sleep but I lay there wondering who it was that was trying to get my attention and why. I even got out of bed to check on our eldest son who was a baby at that time. This incident happened when we were living in the old farm house where Hubby grew up. I used to hear someone call my name. The kids would be napping, no television or radio on, just me and my book and I'd hear her call me by name. Now, at that time, in the late 1970's, there was a local well-known psychic who had a weekly radio show. Looking back it was funny how I never had any trouble getting through to him each and every time I called in to the radio station. I also remember how he'd be spot on in what he told me. When I asked him about the lady I'd hear calling my name he told me I already knew who it was, just answer her and ask her what she wants. He was correct. I knew it was my Grandmother but my mind said that couldn't be possible, she had been dead for years. By the time I was ready to answer her she stopped calling out to me. I knew the day my Dad was going to die because I “saw” something that morning. I drove my mother nuts because I kept calling her by telephone all day asking how Dad was feeling and every time she told me Dad was having a good day and feeling much better. Until he died that afternoon. I was sitting beside my mother-in-law's bed at the moment she died and saw her look up as if someone entered the room. I felt it too, a slight movement of air and also looked up to see who it was. There was no one there; she was the only one who could see whoever it was that came to show her the way home. My brother-in-law shared that experience with me. What I'm about to share now is the absolute truth. It happened, I don't understand how or why, because it was just that one time but it did happen. I was 16 at the time. My sister Andrea, who was 13, was living in New Jersey with Mom's sister and her family. It was early evening and we were gathered in the living room watching a show on the television which was on a stand in the corner next to a window. Something drew my attention towards the window and I saw my sister Andrea's face and she was crying. I immediately knew something was wrong. A few minutes later the telephone rang and it was Mom's sister calling to let Mom know that Andrea had run away and that the Police had been contacted and were searching for her. That was the beginning of a very strange night full of worry, fear and confusion. Throughout the evening and early morning hours I "saw" things like tree lined streets, houses, lamp lit streets with businesses closed for the night. I saw the rain soaked sidewalks and felt the moist, chill air. I "heard" the sounds of passing vehicles. I felt so afraid and had no understanding of what was happening. At one point in the early morning hours I had to use the bathroom. As I pushed open the door to enter the darkened bathroom I was overcome by such a sense of fear. I "heard" music playing; tinny, old-fashioned music, the sound of people talking and laughing, I smelled the odor of cigarette smoke and alcohol, heard the clinking of glasses. I could not bring myself to go into the bathroom so I backed out into the kitchen and slowly closed the door. I "saw" a building with colored lights in the windows and a sign with the word Tin flashing. Mom was talking to Aunt Dell at that time and I knew I finally had to tell Mom what had been happening, everything I was seeing and hearing, even though I doubted she'd believe me. I had no idea what was going on but I felt a sense of urgency so I told her everything and she in turn told Aunt Dell. I'm not sure how much later it was, but Aunt Dell called again, this time to tell Mom Andrea had been found. She was outside a Bar and Grill called the Tin Lizzy huddled up against the building wanting to get out of the chilly rain. She'd opened the door to go in to the Bar but was afraid to enter. I knew then that I was feeling what she was feeling when I had tried to go into our bathroom. My sister and I somehow connected with each other in a way that to this day I still don't understand. I don't know if she reached out to me or I to her but I was there with her, sharing what she was going through, seeing and hearing what she did, feeling what she felt. Certainly, through the years, there were times when I had the feeling something was wrong and I'd reach out to her or go see her, but nothing like that particular time. I really wish it had happened again because I've always wondered why I didn't have a clue as to what was happening to her the night she collapsed three years ago. I'm coming to believe the answer is so simple. It wasn't meant to happen again; that was a journey she had to take alone. As I'm writing this I also realize she did reach out one last time; not to let us know she was in trouble, but to let us know she was alright. We were all with her when she was removed from life support but Sister #4 knew she wouldn't go anywhere without her make-up and teeth. Sister #2's daughter put her teeth in and Sister #4's daughter fixed her eyebrows and applied her lipstick. If you knew Andera you would understand. Her hair was always perfectly styled and her make-up just as perfect so it makes sense she wouldn't go anywhere without looking her best. Not even to go to Heaven. Just as my niece finished applying Andrea's lipstick I saw a "shimmer" rise up from my sister and suddenly she looked like she was 30 years old and so beautiful and peaceful. I believe what I saw was my sister's soul leave her body as she took her last breath. This time I wasn't the only one to "see" something. Sister #4 and her daughter also saw this and were taken by surprise not knowing what was happening. "What's that, what's happening" Sister #4 kept repeating. “Can you see that" she asked the others. "I saw it” I told her. No one else saw anything. We were the lucky ones. In that moment I knew what had happened. Andrea had reached out to us one last time and showed us something beautiful, something to remember and hold close, showing us that death isn't the end but the beginning. I write things down, stuff I won't or can't say to someone, ideas, feelings, things that happen in my world. I don't share everything. It's never been easy for me to open up to others, even my own family. I've found the courage to share with you now a few special moments I've experienced, memories I’ll never forget. I will also share my belief that there is more to life than what you can see, hear, touch, smell or taste. You just have to be able to accept it when it happens. And believe. All rights reserved. I hope you enjoyed my story but please remember it's my story so no using or copying any content in any manner without the express written permission of the owner.....me.
  3. I don’t believe it matters whether it’s a successful defense or not, it should be up to a jury to decide, not legislated as to what can and can not be used as a defense. What would be next?
  4. While watching local news this morning one of the segments was about Cuomo’s latest proposal to pass legislation to eliminate “gay panic” as a defense in a criminal matter. I believe this would interfere with due process. It’s not up to him to make that determination but a jury hearing the case. He’s overstepping his authority yet again.
  5. I wish him well. I’m sure this wasn’t an easy decision for him.
  6. Hubby and I were talking about this subject this morning. If legalized, there will still be employers who require random drug testing. What happens then?
  7. Meghan McCain, on the View, said she hated the finale. She let slip what happened and was a lot of unhappy people. People are really serious about this.
  8. The Caregiving Saint

    A prayer this afternoon asking for help and I read this this evening. I’m trying to listen. Thank you.
  9. Iszards Has Been Purchased

    It would be so nice to have a decent Dept. Store in Elmira. Businesses like that would go a long way towards revitalization. Offices and apartments won’t keep people in Elmira except to work and live. Personally I don’t care to have to go to Walmart and that area for shopping, I’d love to be able to spend my shopping dollars in Elmira. Unfortunately, there’s not much retail there.
  10. This will sound strange but when I saw this picture the first thought I had was Eye of God. Strange or not it’s what I thought.
  11. Puzzle

    Beetle Juice, dining room scene.
  12. Puzzle

    “It’s a song so you’re screwed” Hubby just told me because I din’t pay attention to song titles, just listen as background noise. Have to say looking at the first line of pictures a melody popped into my head but Hubby’s correct, I can’t name it lol.
  13. Will have to see how it plays out over time if legalized.
  14. Other than potential tax revenue I would ask why? As far as any revenue, my guess is the State would keep the lion’s share of monies so again, what are the benefits of legalization?
  15. The Apology

    I'm thinking about closing a blog site I've used, well..... haven't used in a few months, but I wanted to save some prior posts that I feel were good stories. I thought perhaps if I focused my attention here and shared some of my olders stories another problem would solve itself. You see my ideas and words have no problem floating around in my mind, even when I'm sleeping, but when it comes to shaping the ideas and words into a story, poof, everything disappears. It's frustrating. So that's why I'm sharing something I wrote a year or so ago. Hopefully re-reading and editing some of my older stuff will open up the blockage between my brain and fingers. Fingers are crossed. This is a first for me. The first time the last sentence of a story was written before the story itself. The reason is simple. I couldn't forget four words our youngest grandson said. A moment that stayed with me as I've thought about what he said and what those words really meant. Our youngest grandson was spending the day with us and something was quickly very clear when he arrived early that morning. He was starting his day tired. Anyone who has spent time with a tired 3 year-old knows how your day can go. As a seasoned Grandmother now, I readily admit I have much more patience when it comes to the grandchildren than I did when my boys were growing up. It doesn't seem fair, to the kids you are raising at the time, but I guess that's the way life goes. With age you gain wisdom and it's your grandchildren who benefit from your parental growing pains. As I was saying, Grandchild #7 was spending the day with us and Mr. Contrary came with him. Yes, he wanted Lucky Charms for breakfast, nope make that faffles (waffles). Grandma didn't have any faffles how about pancakes. Nope, he wanted meatballs (Spaghettio's with meatballs). Sorry, that's for lunch so you have a choice of Lucky Charms or Lucky Charms. This conversation was overheard by Papa who didn't like the little guy's tone of voice. Lucky Charms it was with a side dish of "don't talk to your Grandmother like that". Our day had started. It's possible the little guy took exception to Papa's interference in our breakfast conversation because after that, hand in hand with Mr. Contrary, the little guy seemed to do anything and everything he could to get Papa's attention, if you know what I mean (wink, wink). It was also at this point Mr. Annoyance joined their little play group. I was in another room when I heard Hubby's raised voice telling the little guy to stop whatever it was he was doing. When I checked it out, the little guy was on the couch with his head under the pillow, and Papa was in his chair watching him. Papa's usual smile was MIA. The phone rings at that moment and it's Mom calling to see how things are going. "I talk to her" the little guy says as he gets off the couch with a look at his Grandfather. Said look told me Papa had told him he had to stay on the couch until Papa said he could get down. The phrase "pissing contest" came to mind as I watched the way he looked at his Grandfather and Hubby's return stare. I hand the phone to the little guy and since he's standing next to me I can hear Mom too. "How are you doing buddy". "I pissed off Papa" he tells her. There's a very brief silence on Mom's end. Mom starts to say something at the same moment our Grandson looks at the phone and pushes the button for speaker. "He's got you on speaker phone" I warn her while trying not to laugh. I can tell by Hubby's facial expression he's not amused. Knowing this boy the way I do I shouldn't have been surprised that he knew how to do that with the speaker button. We have a brief four-way conversation about things and it may have been my imagination but I thought I detected a wee bit of concern in Mom's voice. She and I both know he's tired and a nap is a priority. I've come to realize that's not always a logical excuse for poor behavior as far as most adult males are concerned, however. Maybe it's that men are from Mars, women are from Venus thing, not that I really ever understood that either but it sounds good as excuses go I guess. Anyway, Grandma decided it was time to get the boy settled. He had his meatballs for lunch and while eating we talked about this and that. I knew that he knew what was coming after his lunch. Nap time. Of course, he tried his best delay, distract and annoy tactics but Grandma, as usual, was going to win this one. After lunch it was bathroom time, wash your hands, get another drink and then to the couch. He protested, of course, cried a bit; that cry without real tears just to make noise cry. Within minutes he was fast asleep. "That boy was tired" Hubby told me. "You're right Hon". Two and a half hours later our little guy wakes up. Sitting up, but staying on the couch, he watches his Grandfather who is resting in his chair by the couch. After a few seconds, he climbs off the couch and moves to stand in front of Papa's chair. "I no dick Papa" he tells his Grandfather, standing there and waiting for Papa's response. I watch as Hubby holds his arm out. That's all the encouragement the little guy needs to climb up and snuggle in with Papa. Apology accepted. P.S. His father can explain how he knew that he was or wasn't behaving like a dick. All rights reserved. I hope you enjoyed my story but please remember it's my story so no using or copying any content in any manner without the express written permission of the owner.....me.