MENTAL NOTE

"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Sunday, August 10, 2014

When the Ooh's and Aah's Are No More

Frrrrrrrrrrrreee! frrrrrrreeeee! I'm freeeee at last! Let the church bells ring! Let the bluebirds sing! He is gone! He is gone! And I didn't even have to kill him! Yabadabadoo I may end up in heaven after all!

That's right, Blue isn't blue. He is one happy son of a glitch and not because his wife kicked him out of the house. Oh happy day! The Happy Humpster is gone!

I'm still standing better than I ever did 
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing! 

Everybody!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! 

Sing along! The Happy Humpster is gone. Not dead and gone but gone with the wind, never ever to come back again. Who? The Happy Humpster. Don't you know him? He's the one who made my walls tremble and the deer outside hide in fear. He's the one who spent more time humping than Hugh in his 70-room Playboy Mansion. He moaned so loud in the middle of the night I woke up screaming thinking he was humping my wife right next to me, moaning like a bear in heat as if the fibers of his miserable existence somehow all depended on it. A deep wailing moan. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh! Did I mention he was ugly? He was ugly. "A drug-happy criminal", is what his face said. Blue pills aplenty too. And his bed... it made this sound... this very specific sound you bet I will never forget, nor would you if you had been his neighbor ─ a noise so horrific you just wanted to tear your own ears off and eat them like you would a midnight snack. Crrrrrrrrrreak! Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreak! It would just never ever stop. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... No, sir!

And it always started with a single little creak. An innocent little creak. A cute little creak even: "creak". But what it really was... it was a warning sign, is what that was. And then, after a couple of minutes (not seconds), you'd hear a second seemingly innocuous little creak: "crrreak". That's when you knew the train was leaving the station: creak-creak, creak-creak, creak-creak, faster and faster into the night, making my life a living hell. Sure I'd get even by switching on the good ole stereo in the early morning and keeping it switched on all day while he was trying to get some sleep after a hard day's night and I was on my way to work all bleary eyed. But is doesn't make a person happy, you know. It's hard to communicate with a selfish idiot.

And then... a miracle happened. I was lying on my couch one night thinking, It's o so quiet, it's o so still. Maybe he robbed enough banks to go on a vacation. And it stayed that way for a couple of weeks. Strange. Maybe he is dead. And then I bumped into another neighbor of mine, and she said the Happy Humpster had left the building. Like Elvis, only different.

"Could you run that by me once again, neighbor?"
"He's gone. Packed up all his stuff and left."

Just like that.

Now, that's what I call a close-up!

P.S. Click HERE if you want to know or be reminded of how crazy the early eighties were.

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115 comments:

  1. Congratulations. I used to worry that the neighbors whose driveway is right outside my bedroom window would hear Willy Dunne Wooters and me. Then I remembered all the nights I've awakened to them talking loudly in their driveway at 3 a.m., and the month I had to sleep in a family room chair because someone was going in and out of their screechy gate all night, and the noise their granddaughter makes and the way she shouts at me when she sees me and the way the grandma smokes constantly so the smoke gets in my house when my windows are open . . . and I got over caring if they heard us. Maybe it keeps them in their house because they haven't bothered me in quite some time.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. She shouts at you when she sees you? How rude.

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    2. I don't think she intends to be rude. She's trying to be friendly and she's only about four years old. I am sensitive to loud noises, though.

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    3. I'm sensitive to loud noises too, especially in the evening. No, not my former neighbor's noises. For example, when Angie is doing the dishes laste at night, the noise of the running water drives me mad, it's so loud (or so it seems) and the plates.... Or the sound of screaming kids...

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  2. Wait, does this mean you're no longer ill, or am I getting the metaphor wrong?

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    1. Very funny, Dezzy Baby. I'm still standing alright, you naughty devil, you.

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    2. so it's really about a neighbour?
      How is that neighbour of yours that has cancer?

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    3. As real as can be. My other neighbor isn't doing to well. He has been hospitalized.

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  3. So, what's left in his place? Unhappy Grumpster?
    Sorry, I'd followed and then failed to add you to Feedly. Wondered why you weren't posting. Call that Epic Ninja Fail...

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    1. The house us empty. See, now I'm getting worried about who's gonna move in next....

      You were wondering about my not pisting? Hey, I feel honored in a non-sarcastic way. How's life?

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  4. Lucky you. I hope my noisy neighbors (who live in the next BUILDING, but can easily be heard from mine) find somewhere else to go soon too.

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    1. I know what you mean. The next building?

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  5. Congratulations Blue....
    No more bothering you...
    Whooooop-de-do!
    I am very happy for you....
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Whooooop-de-do alright! But now I'm wondering - thanks, David Walston -... will my new neighbors be worse?

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  6. Nice, now to be on the look out for the next annoying neighbor. Mabey Dezz could move in!

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    1. how could Dezzy be annoying when he bakes cakes for his neighbours? OK, I do send my cat to poop in their yards... but that is only as a self-defence....

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    2. David... I was so happy about my neighbor having left the premises, but now I'm thinking... what about my new neighbors? Thank you. Dezz? Are you crazy? He's got this army of penguins making more noise than jet engine. Not to mention his special toys...

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    3. Dezzy the Dazzling Dezzzzzmeister.... I'm eating some cake as I type this (a strawberry cake... yummmmm) and I was wondering if you would be the perfect neighbor. You've got one cat but I've got two, one of which is Mongo the Batcat, a huge fella with an appetite little men.

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    4. My penguins are stealthy.... and I'd never use electric toys..... well, only in the kitchen.....
      I have a very skinny cat, he and Mongo would be a hilarious sight like Stanley and Ollie....

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    5. I knew the first thing that would spring to mind were electric toys haha! Gotcha! I meant your kitchen appliances, sir, for I know you're a good cook :)) Yes, that would be a hillarious sight, alright, considering he's nearly three feet and weighs, what, 17 pounds... That's one Batcat that'll never fly.

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    6. Three feet? Sweet bluejesus! Is he a leopard, a lynx, a puma?

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    7. I know. When I'm sitting behind my desk, he will stand on his hind legs, put his front paws on my desk and inspect whatever's on there.

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    8. well, you do need an inspector.... hope his furballs aren't as huge as he is.... otherwise you could play basketball with them...

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    9. You like inspectors... I should've known. :p His furballs aren't the problems. His turdballs are :D

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    10. (... an army of penguins?)

      ~shoes~

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    11. Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look who's here! Penguins is code for lovers...

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  7. The humper is gone
    Ended his humping con
    Who really knows
    Where he goes
    And who really cares
    Hopefully he left no umm hairs
    Or worse yet
    Yuck to any cleaning that has to be met
    Need one of those csi lights
    Pity the next one to move in with the unseen sights
    But then maybe the next will be a screecher
    Pretending they are under a bleacher

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    1. Oh and got you today, in a way, at my bay

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    2. Humper the humpy Humpster is outa here
      Making the next owners say, "Oh dear"
      So much hair to be found
      One hair after each um... pound
      I bet the guy has been around
      Humping to the Humpty Dance sound
      A screecher... say it ain't so
      At my show no more ooooooooh ooooooh

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    3. In a way? I say!
      Thanks for reminding me of me at your bay

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    4. Out the door forevermore
      Could be like Poe at your shore
      And write a looooong arse verse
      Of course that may make you curse
      In between the oos and ahhs of the next guest
      Hopefully they were a std protection vest

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    5. Poe is not like poo or pee
      But you bet your furry butt I'm free
      The next guest had better be no freak
      Or I'll dump him in a creek

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    6. Watch a little CSI
      So you don't get caught and become a jailed blue guy

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    7. Sound advice from the cat
      I might just do that

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  8. That's great. Congratulations. It's a weird coincidence that I just finished my post for tomorrow and it is also about a neighbor.
    Hold on, "a beer in heat"? Beers get frisky? No wonder I can't wait to get my lips wrapped around them.
    Love the picture, but a small point of clarification: I wouldn't dare go surfing without my fez.

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    1. I'm not dyslexic at all.... Um... you were saying... you can't wait to get your lips wrapped around them? I'd like to see that on YouTube. Maybe in my next life, right? But-um.... who needs a fez when there's a Batcat to save the day? ;)

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  9. He just left the Happy Humpster
    That made the Blue Grumpster
    Daringly as happy
    As sleepless nights none to be
    No more creakings
    Presumably no more smoochings
    Perhaps at some other place
    At that fast pace
    Blue Grumpster no more blue
    Quiet nights are long overdue
    Accepted with such glee
    Blue is now free!

    Hank

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    1. You may have heard
      I'm free as a bird
      Thanks for stopping by
      When blue is no longer ready for a cry
      Or, you know, a kill
      The humpster making me ill
      Hank the Poetry Tank in the place to be
      Thanks for thinking of Blue who's finally free ;)

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  10. I loved the early eighties, so young, full of dreams and innocence... And parties worth remembering *grin*

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    1. Some of it is a blur... but that's a good thing. Thanks for stopping by :)

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  11. Now you can snore to your hearts content. :)

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    1. I can, but what I still can't do is.... visit you and leave a comment. It's breaking my heart, Jules! Your blog knows my name and email address but it just doesn't publish the comment. :((((

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  12. Wow. The joys of having neighbors. And by "joys," I of course mean "Blech!"

    I can't believe you lived next to that creepy dude for so long without proper ear protection! (Or IV antibiotics...) I mean, he was clearly enjoying some seriously delicious cookies over there, and some people just can't hide their enthusiasm when it comes to eating cookies!

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    1. At first it was fun, you know. Hey, the neighbors are going at it! But after a couple of days (yes, days) it was getting a bit annoying, then extremely annoying, and in the end I just wanted to throw him off the roof. I don't mind listening to a girl in heat, but all I heard was his wailing moan uuuuuuuuuuuh! It was terrible. Not to mention that he was a creep.

      But good riddance!

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  13. I'm glad you're finally going to enjoy some peace and quiet. Especially at night. This reminded me of the Friend's episode when their grumpy neighbor died. They were happy but then sad. Are you sad he's gone yet?

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    1. No, I can't say I am. Relieved is what I am...
      Dare I ask: how are you coping?

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  14. Elton Blue huh!

    So where did the Humpster go??? Not in my neighborhood I hope :(

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    1. Into the gutter, I hope. And I'm not even kidding. ;)

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  15. "Like Elvis, only different." Love that.

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    1. There he is... The Silver Fox! Thanks for stopping by again. I appreciate it. "Ladies and gentleman, The Humpster has left the building. Thank you and good night."

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  16. Just hope you don't get another annoying neighbor like that square guy and his starfish friend.

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    1. I know. I might end up missing that bastard after all. Wouldn't that be Seinfeldishly ironic?

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  17. Next you may get a guy with a drum set

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    1. He'll be surprised by all the things I can do with his drumsticks...

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  18. Yay, the bad old Humpster is gone!

    Let's hope the next to move in likes quiet nights, good old home-cooking and knitting - a lot ... and is deaf. No disrespect to the deaf.

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    1. That's right. No disrespect but that sob is gone. And he was ugly too. No disrespect to the ugly. He was ugly on the inside. Good bye, creep.

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  19. Congrats, you survived The Happy Humpster and lived to tell about it. Your description of the Humpster is awesome. I can picture the person in my mind's eye from your description. Good one!!!

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    1. So now you've got that humpster on the brain? I'm so sorry. It's all my fault...
      Thanks, Phil.

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  20. Hooray! Although I have to say, if it lasted as long as you said, your neighbor probably had a happy partner.

    I just saw a play from the 80s yesterday - the references, the director said, made it impossible not to set it during that time. They got the clothes PERFECT - I think I recognized my dad in rolled up jeans, boat shoes, and a polo with the collar up.

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    1. Partner? You mean one night stands, is what they were. Are you telling me I could be your Dad? Thanks for reminding me I'm no spring chicken... Now excuse me while I go and roll up my blue jeans.

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  21. Loved it! The post. The graphics. Elton:)

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    1. Loved it! Your comment. Your choice of words. Sandra ;)

      Thanks.

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  22. Yeah.... the worry continues of who will move in next. You know what they say about the "devil you know...etc." I have five neighbors moving out and the suspense of who will move in is like a black cloud hanging over the neighborhood. Oh sorry, it's just a chemtrail.
    Well, freedom for you at least. This old broad loves Elton John and Billy Joel. I had just recently looked up their video of "Goodby Yellow Brick Road." My dentist that I've had for many years looks like Billy Joel and I've had the hots for him for that long too.
    Now you know all my secrets.
    Again, congrats and good luck.

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    1. Did you say a black cloud hanging over the neighborhood? The entire neighborhood? I see. Well, all I can say is I hope the happy humpster has not decided to be your neighbor for the next eight friggin years. That guy was just horrible. Elton and Billy... I love their music. So unlike me you've got a very good reason for wanting to go to the dentist. Good for you!

      Hey, always good to hear from the one and only Manzanita. How Mr. Blue Plant doing?

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    2. Now that I'm back I'll post on the B/D plant of happy sunny yellow although now the Grumpster is not very blue anymore. If the Montana border patrol isn't sleeping at the watch, Happy Humper won't get in but if he slips by, he'll probably choose one of the 5 houses in this (up to this point) quiet neighborhood. After all is said and done, he probably smokes and leaves his windows open. Then we'll have cigarette smoke all over the neighborhood too and your coreoposis will die of smoke inhalation. Worry, worry.

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    3. Believe me... I'm only temporarily out of (blue) order. Oh heaven forbid. May he not be able to cross the border!

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  23. Blue grumpster is looking rather dashing
    celebrating his new found freedom
    I'd be in that blue water splashing

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    1. Say it again! Cat pay attention
      There's this little thing True wants to mention
      Dashing Elton Blue feeling great
      Took a while but it's never too late
      I'd like to see you splash - you know I would
      You're still standing, looking mighty good

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    2. The cat already got such a scene
      It was serene lol

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    3. This song has been stuck in my head for days

      I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
      I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah

      sing it with me blue...as we do the happy dance..

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    4. I'm still standing!
      Yeah!
      Yeah!
      Yeah!

      You're right... I can't get rid of it. Maybe we should sue Elton.

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  24. I know how it feels to be rid of those kinds of neighbors, so I will give you a big, fat Congrats! to being rid of the Happy Humpster! Fingers crossed you get a sweet old lady who finds anything louder than the click of her knitting needles to be annoying.

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    1. and someone who wouldn't paint their house red like my neighbours.....

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    2. A big, fat Congrats from Theresa... Thank you very much. Now all I need to do is keep my fingers crossed and hope my new neighbors aren't worse than the Happy Humpster... The horror!

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    3. Dezz... are your neighbors professional humpers or vampires? Both?

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    4. they;'re just Hungarians..... them Hungarians do love their red......

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    5. I think there are some houses that actually look good painted red. I admire one down the road from me. Then again, there are some painted red that I think should be burned to the ground asap!

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  25. Woo! Hopefully when you get a new neighbour, you won't wish for the Happy Humpster back ;)

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    1. maybe he gets a Humpstress :)

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    2. Heaven forbid, Lynda.... I don't know what I would do if that ever happened. I might end up singing Jailhouse Rock and trying my best not to drop the soap.

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  26. Singing it with you! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. :)

    Congrats on the surprise good news, woot!

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    1. Woot! Woot! Everybody: "Yeah yeah yeah!" ;)

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  27. hahaha--

    Luv it!!!

    That is fabulous Blue. Absolutely fabulous.

    Always nice to be blessed. No????

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    1. Good. So I made you smile. What more could a Blue Guy ask for, Miss Gumshoe Marples?

      Yes.

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  28. I am happy happy happy now. I don't think I've stopped smiling in over two weeks. I love my day job once again. Someone from the other department was visiting our department. They said has anyone told u. I was like what are u talking about. They said the bully is "fucking" up the jobs I was doing royally. I said nothing. Wasn't going there. They said I just wanted to let u know how very valuable u were. I just smiled and left it at that. Amazing what u miss when it's gone. Mmm??? The thing is u had me but u didn't take care of the bully so u lost me. But in my new area the motto is Family First. It is very caring. I feel no stress and I feel very loved.

    I am getting very involved in the organization that rescued Professor and Gizmo (my foster). And it has made me happy happy happy to be contributing to some loving pups that need help. More on that later.

    Trying to get my studio in shape. New wood floors and I am gonna hire somebody to come in and clean really really really good so we have a very fresh start. I mean it is clean now but I want a super duper clean. October 1st will be here before u know it.

    I have a meeting with Gizmo potential mummie this evening. I hope they both like each other. She lives just a few spots down from me which means I would still get to see Gizmo once and a while. Professor is adapting but he is still STRESSED. Eating his tail. And when we get in bed, the "chewing out" starts he started talking to mummie for four hours or more. And he now spread eagle over me when I am laying down and give Gizmo the "stink eye". Poor thang. He does not want to share his mummie. It has been good to see how he interacts with other pups. And actually I have been surprised at how good he has gotten along with Gizmo. I mean he is STRESSED. But he is getting along in some areas too.

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    1. I know what it's like to love your job again. Boy, do I... Wow, they actually used the word valuable? That must've sounded like music to your ears. But you kept your cool, of course. HAPPY seems to be the operative word, and I'm happy for you. You've been through enough crap to have to deal with even more, you know, crap. Poor little Gizmo.

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  29. LMAO so glad the neighbor is now gone.

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  30. I cried myself to sleep last night.

    When did we become a society that stopped caring about people's wellbeing.

    Gizmo is falling through the cracks.

    So many could have helped him but they won't--

    And Gizmo has become an example to me.

    And example of how easy it for us to turn and look the other way. For we feel if we look the other way, it will go away. Problem is it doesn't.

    The agency is failing Gizmo. The person whom picked Gizmo off the street was irresponsible. And I could not walk away when I walked into the vet and saw this pup shaking uncontrollable from pain laying in a pool of blood.

    I had no room. I had a pup that already had issues.

    But so many find it so easy to turn their head and look the other way.

    I don't understand people anymore.

    So I cried myself to sleep last night. Cried for Gizmo.

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    1. Now what! Laughing, crying.... People are good at looking the other way. That's why I'm not a fan of our species. Poor little fella.

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  31. Two things I am thinking right now.

    Robin Williams--why weren't we able as a society to help him. He gave so much and took so little and was depressed enough to take his life. I look back over videos of his and look into his eyes. What pain was behind those eyes that we could not help him?

    And this quote: Martin Luther King, Jr

    Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.

    I have this quote at my desk. Right where I can look at it always.

    I tell myself "don't ever look away". If though it pierces my very soul and hurts me, don't ever look away.

    I am so very sad today. So so so sad.

    And I am trying to keep my tears in control. Cry my silent tears inside and when I get home let them fall then.

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    1. You can't help everyone. Nor should you want to help everyone. I really mean that. You're just one person. Helping people in need is fine, just don't go overboard. You sound like me a couple of years and the one thing I learned back then is you can't carry the worries of the entire world on your shoulders. You just can't, much as his death came as a surprise to me.

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  32. I opened my blog back up. I thought I would never do that again.

    But I have to tell Gizmo's story.

    So the storytelling commences.

    Someone said I was like my grandmother in Mississippi.

    A storyteller.

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  33. I wrote a comment and it disappeared so if you get it twice feel free to delete.
    Was the happy humpster humping himself or someone else? That is disturbing As for my arm an one knows how it began. It is a nerve problem apparently and very painful. Probably as annoying as your Happy Ugly Humpster as it keeps me awake also. So tired.

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    1. The same happened to me a couple of minutes ago. That's why I first copy my comment before I press publish. You know, just in case. The HH was humping everything and everyone. Very disturbing.

      I'm sorry to hear about your arm and your lack of sleep. There's this new treatment where they scan your muscles and inject a pain-reliever while looking at a screen. I'm told by my mother-in-law it works miracles. You should look into it.

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  34. Hmmm...

    so you really had a 'fuckin' neighbor, huh??

    I will never forget one evening, I had a friend to come over and visit... things kida sorta got carried away and we started bumpin' uglies...

    I had forgotten to close the window at the front of my apartment. the weather was nice... enjoying the fresh air...

    Anyway... when I walked her to her car, some people were sitting out in front of the apartment complex... and we received a nice round of applause...

    Evidently they heard most of everything...

    I hope it was as good for them as it was for us... ;o)

    How are you, my friend?

    ~shoes~

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    1. Sure did, buddy. There's no politically-correct word that can change the ugliness of that particular fact. You had "forgotten" to close the window... Sure, I believe you. You hadn't "forgotten" to do so because you wanted to impress your neighbor, right? I thought so.

      How am I? Well, I feel like a rare collection of dino droppings, is how I feel. Other than that, it's all good. I'm just tired, really tired, but I can see and my lungs still function more or less the way they should so I guess it beats jumping off a cliff. ;)

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  35. Update on Gizmo--

    I have calmed my bum down. And said what will be will be. I do love that little puppy so much. Maybe two women and three dogs can live in a studio and be just fine. She has a Yorkie pup. They are all fixed. Gizmo and Professor will be going to training very soon. Very soon. I look like a abused spouse right now. I was in a car accident this last weekend in Mississippi not in my car thank goodness and no pups in the car. But I got banged up a wee bit. And I have noticed that I have several bruises on my arms from playing with Gizmo. Hahaha--it looks like someone has grabbed me around my wrists. I saw them this morning in the shower and thought it was dirt. He is in kind of his puppy stage.

    I am trying to get my studio in shape. I have arranged to have my sofa and my table loaned out to friends whom need furniture now. The sofa has to come back to me as I love the structure and shape of it. I have come up with an arrangement where both of us can have our own "living area" in the studio. So it will be fine. We won't be socializing here anyway. However, she will be gone weekends so I can have visitors if I want without bothering her. My rule of thumb is to always go to his home anyway. So--not an issue.

    My neighbors have come to my aid somewhat. They have rallied around the Professor and Gizmo. In fact, those two are very well loved. I am growing oh so very fond of Gizmo I'm truthfully not sure I will be able to let him go. It would have to be to someone I absolutely trusted.

    Anywho--things are really well at both jobs. I am happy happy happy happy with that situation.

    Someone came and visited me from the other department and said they missed me terribly. I was happy to hear that I was missed but I don't miss a certain someone there. My life has taken on a totally different way.

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    1. An accident? Now what? Are you okay? Two women and three dogs... How many square miles is your studio, I wonder. I know I'd rather live in my own tree house. I need my space. Ah... you're happy again. This time try to stay that way. Rollercoasters are fun... once or twice a year.

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  36. I've never had a problem with my neighbors.

    Then again, I'm almost never home or I'm living in the basement so I don't really interact with them.

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    1. Never? Lucky you. I think you'd be my ideal neighbor. Pack your bags.

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  37. U are right my friend--

    How will I learn to "not care" so much? I mean is that the right thing to do "to stop caring" I am serious when I ask u that.

    I mean no matter how busy I seem to be (70 hours plus) at times I still manage to care for everyone that needs it in my life. And I get sleep.

    Emotional at times. Yes. Joyful and crying. I mean I don't cry every minute. But when something hurts my heart I do cry. But soon I bounce back. I mean I am not blue forever. It usually just last a night until I lay in bed and figure out how to resolve the issue.

    What is the answer Blue?

    Robin Williams' death was shocking and sad. But those who laugh loudest usually are the saddest. No????

    That is why I pay special attention to those who joke a lot. Because I know that there is something deeper that is possibly wrong.

    I am learning. I am not perfect. But I am learning.

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    1. Well, I'd say there's a difference between caring and caring too much. Sometimes caring too much is interpreted as being patronizing, meddlesome or even suffocating. I've been there. I choose not to go there again. So I've given up on being overprotective, especially when it's uncalled for or not my business, much as I may care about a person. I don't mean to be disrespectful but listen to what you're saying: no matter how busy I seem to be (70 hours plus) at times I still manage to care for everyone that needs it in my life... The important words are "everyone that needs it". I know that being overprotective sometimes means, "everyone that I think needs it", which may not be the same thing. Do you see what I'm trying to say? Sometimes we are overprotective because in actuality it is us who want to be needed. Well, that's how I see it, so I quit being overprotective a long time ago. I do help people in need, but I'm not the one who decides they need it.

      The reality of his death hasn't sunk in yet. It's depressing. Learning is good. Applying that newly gained knowledge is even better.

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  38. Hey, Blue, I nominated you for a pink:) award, Thursday.

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  39. Very good point. Very good point indeed.

    As always, those that I respect I take what they say and think about it. We all have a need to improve and change. That is what life is about journey. Changing. One has to change. We weren't born perfect.

    "Uncalled for and not my business" Not my business would be the words that I need to clue into.

    "Patronizing, meddlesome and suffocating" Definitley adjectives that need to go before my name.

    U know someone came up to me recently and basically begged for a job at the Coffeeshop. And within a week's time, two jobs opened up in my store. I told them I can help u get it "but" u have to put the application in and u have to do it in a very timely fashion. And did they do anything. No.

    Then another friend was talking about her son, 21 years of age needed a good job. I said the Coffeeshop. And he will get insurance and tuition reimbursed and only has to work 20 hours a week. And the pay is good. And he needs to do it in a timely fashion.

    Did he do it? Yes. He did.

    I laid in bed last night and thought "why do people ask me certain things aka helping them and then they don't do their part.

    I am a go getter. A problem solver. The tears may flow for the night but in the morning I start again. I guess I expect people to try to help themselves too.

    But a majority of them don't. But the point is "It's not my problem."

    I have to work 70 hours a week. It's not an option. And with the rest of my time I enjoy my life. U remember what working 80 hours was like. I remember ur blog. I do it all the time and have for quite a while.

    And there are times that ur friends do need help and can't ask for it. However, those need to be personal close friends that u know very well.

    I know u think I try to help "everyone". That is not a true statement. I help those who need a boost until they can get there but if they are not making the effort then I let them go.

    Does not everyone want to be needed? I did not know that was a character flaw.

    My time is now being spent on Professor and JacksonBrown. My good friend whom is starting a ministry. My stepmom whom needs a little support dealing with my very controlling father. Put to the backburner those people who asked for my help whom will not help themselves. For whatever reason, I have always been strong. And even when I needed help myself and no one was there, God opened another door. I have been in crisis for three months. Intense crisis. That's over now. I can go and be happy now. Will there be tears? Sometimes. But there will be laughter as well.

    U are right on so many levels. But also there is a little bit of u that needs to come back to the side where u don't give up on people.

    I have to be quiet now and disappear. I am gonna try the quiet thing for awhile. See how that works. I have enough to keep me busy not to blog and whatnot. And I have a journal to write in when I need to get it out of my system.

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    1. We weren't born perfect... nor will be die perfect. I'd even go as far as to say that babies are more perfect than grownups. Yeah, I remember what working 80 hours was like and the rat race will start again come December.

      Yes, everyone wants to be needed but not necessarily by you or me or my hump-happy ex-neighbor sob. Do you know what I mean?

      It has been a wonderful day in my neck of the woods. How's life in yours?

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  40. I'm singing and clapping all the way... but I really want to just dance.

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    1. I hear ya. I bet you're a good dancer too.

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