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Ann

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  1. Aquaman

    Hubby and I saw this movie today and we both enjoyed it very much. The underwater visuals were absolutely wonderful. Lots of action. Aquaman was like a timex watch....took a lickin and kept on tickin. Would definitely watch again.
  2. Amazon.com Facility In Chemung County

    I say go for it. My only concern is the cost of any feasibility studies. I’d hate to see thousands of dollars spent on a long shot.
  3. Super Bowl Chat 2019

    Have never watched a Super Bowl. No interest in overpaid individuals playing a game.
  4. Aquaman

    It wasn’t no wimpy seahorse he rode in this movie.
  5. With all our technology I do believe so much knowledge that ancient people had has been lost. I think the ancient people’s were more in tune with their world than we are.
  6. Cranberry Orange Cookies

    These were absolutely delicious.
  7. "The Christmas Chronicles"

    I loved it. I don’t think it was just another “save Christmas” movie but more about restoring something that was lost for the family. Hope it come out in DVD, I would watch again.
  8. Manifest - NBC

    I’m leaning towards not caring if show cancelled. Reminds me of Lost.
  9. This is why proof of residency should be required. I believe 5 years is reasonable.
  10. Have to say I really like this show. It reminds me of a 1990’s television show Joan Of Arcadia. Instead of God showing up as different people, in this show God sends a friend request via Facebook to a young man who no longer believes in God even though his father is a minister. Has anyone else checked it out?
  11. God Friended Me

    I didn’t think I’d like it either with Facebook involvement but the show surprised me.
  12. I’m afraid Willie will be disappointed when it comes to his raccoon “willie” sales but I give him 2 thumbs up for trying.
  13. Yep, big time. Are they so friggin blind they can’t see it?
  14. It doesn’t fit the agenda. What’s the word I’m looking for.....?
  15. Making Fried Rice

    Your fried rice looked a hell of a lot better than the pre-packaged stuff I made (reheated) last night. The garbage can thought it was delicious.
  16. Would You If You Could?

    If someone told you that you could go back in time to a day of your choice and change it, would you? I asked one of my sisters that question and she immediately answered "No, I have no regrets". "I'm not talking about regrets" I said, "Is there any one day or incident that you would change if you could"? Her answer remained a firm "no". For me one moment in particular came to mind, a snowy day in January, 1978. "I would have left the laundry soap in the car" I told her. "Regret is a waste of time" she said. I didn't see it that way at the time but Sis was right, I was talking about regret. January, 1978, was a very snowy month and another storm had hit the area two or three days prior to that day so there was still a foot plus of snow on the ground. I was unloading the car after shopping for our second son's first birthday celebration. Maintainence for the apartment complex where we living had still not cleared the sidewalks so I was being careful. All bags were in the house except for the laundry soap. "Leave it" my husband said, "I'll bring it up later". I should have listened. While carrying that single bottle back to the apartment I slipped and fell. I don't know what happened because I didn't feel anything. There was enough snow to cushion my fall and all I was aware of was the loud pop I heard echo through the apartment buildings. Evidently, that was the sound of breaking bones. When I tried to get up I found I couldn't move. I tried a couple of times but I just couldn't move and I didn't know why. Luckily someone saw me fall and my struggle to move and the next thing I know Hubby's kneeling by me telling me not to move. My ankle was shattered and the two bones above the ankle were broke. I can still see the faces of my two little boys watching from the bedroom window as I was loaded into the ambulance. Their tears broke my heart. In the operating room they told me my toes were where my heel should have been. I was in a cast up to my hip from January until July and then a cast from the knee down until September. That was nothing compared to the fact that I missed my son's first birthday. To add further insult to injury, two weeks prior to the accident I had interviewed for a position as a nurse at the Elmira Psych Center. The call that the position was mine came while I was in the hospital so I had to decline the offer. Thinking about the four surgeries, bone grafts, many, many casts and knowing I have not had a pain free day in 40 years because of that accident I was positive. "Yep, the laundry soap would have stayed in the car that day", that's the moment I would have changed. But then I started thinking about how my life and that of my family's might have been different if I changed that moment all those years ago. Working at the Psych Center meant I wouldn't have taken the various jobs through the years working with several different lawyers, which in turn eventually led me to my last position as a Court Clerk. I would have met and worked with different people. I wouldn't have met my youngest son's wife who also worked at the same municipality. If I hadn't met her my son wouldn't have either and we wouldn't have the two wonderful grandchildren they gave us including our only granddaughter. So many little things that would have changed that I couldn't even realize or the effects those changes would cause. If I had been able to accept that position at the Psych Center I believe that eventually the home we bought would have been a different home. Our boys would have grown up in a different neighborhood, met different friends, probably worked at different jobs. It's also possible my other sons may not have met the wonderful women they would eventually marry. So many things probably would have changed, some minor but some could have been major and definitely life altering, possibly not at all positive. Changes that could have been much worse than a few broken bones. The difficulties we have dealt with through the years resulting from that snowy January day have made us the family we are now. My sons grew up seeing their father cooking, cleaning, doing dishes and laundry every time I was recovering from another surgery or was in a cast. He has always been and continues to be my helpmate. To this day he's always concerned about me falling. I'd like to believe that in some small way my sons are the caring, loving, hands on husbands and fathers they are because of the example set by their Dad through the years. I will admit to having many "why me" moments through the years and will probably have more of them in the years to come. I try to keep to myself during those moments because I will admit to sometimes being a bit irritable. Hubby always knows when I'm having a bad day. On the plus side I always know when it's going to rain or snow and that can come in handy. I have often joked that in a past life I was a very mean, unpleasant diva ballet dancer who is paying for her actions in this lifetime. Was that day just a random accident or did things happen exactly the way they were supposed to happen? A long time ago someone once told me that everything happens for a reason and I've come to believe that is true. I was wrong when I told my sister I wasn't talking about regrets because that's exactly what I was feeling. Regret for a choice I made on that long ago day and the consequences of that decision. I will admit Sis had more wisdon than I did at that time. Regrets are a waste of time and I now try not to let that emotion into my life. Despite the daily aching joints and difficulty walking most days, I wouldn't change that day or any other. All those days, moments and choices through the years have led me to where and who I am right this moment. It may not be a perfect life but it has been and continues to be a good life shared with those I love most. If offered the opportunity to go back in time and change any one day or moment of my choice my answer would also be a firm "no thank you". Have you ever had one of those moments? What would you do? All rights reserved.
  17. Maybe it’s time to change the “Welcome to Elmira” sign. Home of see nothing, say nothing, hear nothing.
  18. You've A Gift Within

    I remember this episode, one of my favorites.
  19. Sample This BBQ

    I believe the DA has up to 6 months from time of arraignment to decide if felony charges will be presented to Grand Jury for indictment which is reason for adjournments in local courts. I can say from past experience that a good number of felony cases are reduced to misdemeanor charges and returned to local courts for disposition. I also never understood the reasoning, I had my own opinions, but at the end of the day my opinions are just that, mine and count for very little. I’m still trying to process how 3 individuals can attack someone resulting in a death, the body is simply thrown in a dumpster and a conviction for assault is the result.
  20. Sample This BBQ

    Felony charges handled by county court. Local court can only do arraignment on felonies, has no jurisdiction to accept a plea on a felony so are basically babysitting. Up to DA’s Office to present to Grand Jury for indictment before local court can transfer to County Court.
  21. The Lottery Ticket

    Prior to retiring my co-worker for nine years was one of my sisters. It made for interesting and sometimes frustrating work days for both of us because we are definitely two different personality types. Sister #4 is direct and to the point. She doesn't waste time or energy on anything she has no control over. If you piss her off you will know it immediately but once she's said her piece it's over. She has a wicked sense of humor and an exceptionally quick wit. I speak from first hand experience about her wicked sense of humor. This is a story I shared a couple of years ago and thought I'd share again, especially since I figured enough time had passed that I could get even for what she did to me. What she did to me: "I stopped at the Dandy on my way to work and saw they had a new scratch off lottery ticket so I picked up one for you" Sis says while handing me the lottery ticket and a banana. "Well thank you" I tell her as I get out the two winning scratch off tickets I had picked up the night before. I won a whopping $9.00 which is big for me because I don't usually win anything. I think she was able to get me because of the banana. I mean when someone is thoughtful enough to bring you a scratch off lottery ticket and a banana why would you expect them to pull a mean trick on you. "Well good, maybe you'll be lucky on the one I got for you too" my loving sister tells me. I set her ticket aside on my desk and started working on some files. Sis takes my winning tickets to look for numbers and letters because, according to her, that usually tells you the value of your winning prize. "Aren't you going to scratch off your numbers" Sis casually asks. That should have sent off warning bells but like I said, I'm gullible, so I reached for the ticket she gave me. Reading the front of her so thoughtful ticket it said to match three of the same dollar amounts and you win that amount. Starting at the first spot, I scratch and reveal a $10,000 winner. I scratch the second spot and it's a $5,000 winner. The third spot revealed another $10,000 winner. At this point my excitement is rising and I'm bouncing a bit in my seat. The fourth spot was a $100.00 winner, the fifth spot was a $1,000 winner and the last spot revealed a $10,000 winner. Hot damn, I matched three $10,000 prizes. I'm stunned and then my heart starts pounding and my hands are beginning to shake. I stare at the ticket not believing I matched the $10,000 three times. I keep counting to make sure that there are really three $10,000 symbols showing and I'm not seeing things. At this point I'm now rocking back and forth in my chair while muttering something like "oh my god" over and over. "We won $10,000" I tell my co-worker/sister. My voice is trembling and my eyes are filling with tears of joy. Again, I should have picked up on her lack of enthusiasm but I was too enraptured by the thought of winning $10,000. Evidently my face got very red as a result of my absolute joy about winning because Sis quietly tells me to read the back of the ticket. I turn it over and see the usual spot where you fill in your name and address, blah, blah, blah. "Read the small print" she tells me. So I glance at the back of the ticket again. "Yeah, I'll put both our names down when I fill it out" I tell her, a huge grin plastered on my face. "No", she says, "You need to read the small print". I hand the ticket back to her. I'm simply too excited about winning $10,000 to worry about little details like fine print. I don't care what it says, let me sign our names and collect our winnings....$10,000. I was going to share my winnings with her. She starts reading the fine print to me but I'm only listening with half an ear. All I'm thinking is I WON $10,000. When she reads the part about claiming more than $100.00 you have to go to Fairy Dust Lane, I ask her to repeat that and she finally cracks up laughing. Mind you, she never cracked a smile as I was getting more and more excited while scratching off my ticket. It finally sinks in what she did and to say I was not amused is putting it mildly. I wanted to share with her alright but what I wanted to share at that point wasn't a good idea because of that workplace violence issue. She did admit later, when I had cooled off a bit, that she felt bad when she saw the excitement in my face. To admit to feeling bad for the prank she pulled on me was unusual for her. I mean she never expressed any remorse over the time she fed Sister #3 a dog shit cookie. My imaginative vocabulary has made my husband blush on the very rare occasions something upset me and I expressed it verbally. I won't repeat what I said to her. Eventually, however, I saw the humor in what she did. It took me a while, and though I felt my dashed hopes blowing away like dust in the wind I could see and appreciate the humor in what she did. I didn't forget, I simply filed it away waiting for my opportunity to get even. However, being the sisters that we are, we decided to prank someone else and crush their dreams of being a big lottery winner. I mean misery does love company after all. I "dropped" the ticket on the floor by the employee entrance making sure the winning dollar amounts were facing up. Someone did pick up the ticket but who ever it was never said anything to anyone. I hope they read the small print on the back before trying to claim their prize. Present day payback time: Sister #4 celebrated her 60th birthday at the end of March. I picked out a sentimental card with heartfelt words expressing how much she means to me and the joy I feel in having her as a sister. I purchased several scratch off lottery tickets to place in her card. I also included one fake lottery ticket figuring she'd be so busy scratching tickets she wouldn't notice. She called to thank me for my gift and said she'd probably be busy until August scratching off all the lottery tickets she'd been given for her birthday. "I hope you have some really good winners" I told her. Now, picture the smile on the Grinch's face when he realizes he's going to ruin Whoville's Christmas. That was me as I gleefully thought about getting back at her for what she did to me. I received a telephone call from her a week or two later. "Nice try", she tells me, "I spotted your fake ticket right away". I should have known better. She doesn't have a gullible bone in her body, a slightly twisted sense of humor, yep, but definitely not gullible. No problem though.....patience is my middle name. 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.
  22. Can’t wait to hear more from Whipjibber Mountain.
  23. Barely love, you eat barley.
  24. Didn’t want to be too hard on the guy.
  25. Ok, spelling nazi asking did you mean beats instead of beets, those purple things you now like to eat?
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