Man opts for jail over New Year with relatives Now this is my kinda guy........especially when there is a no win situation here......you beg for them to take you in at the jail because you want none other than to be with the local drunks and prostitutes on New Year's Eve rather than with your lovely WIFE and IN-LAWS!!! But this guy can't even get a pass into the local pokey!!! So he takes 'the bull by the horn'...........by goddette, he shows them!!!!!!! "ROME (Reuters) – A Sicilian man stole sweets and a packet of chewing gum so he could get arrested and spend New Year's Eve in a jail cell rather than be with his wife and relatives, Italian media reported on Friday." Click here for the lurid details......
MOSCOW (Reuters) – Russia has urged revelers celebrating the New Year in saunas on Thursday night to refrain from popping open the champagne until they have left the steam houses, warning it could prove fatal. Click here for full story
Fatal for who????? Well, I can attest to bein' in a hot tub and having a few too many tini's and gettin' a little hot and be withered! But can popp'n a cork in a sauna be that fatal???? Really???? I think this may be a job for Steve-O and Johnny Knoxville! Be careful out there until then........I'm sure they will do a study for us.................. Peace out!
I'll never forget falling in love with Dan Fogelberg........I was a senior in high school...yep, good ol' 1981 - album "The Innocent Age".......every word of every song he sang I hung on! But this song, when it came out, was the one that always, and to this day, will make a tear come to my eye........I don't know why....it doesn't remind me of a specific person or even a specific time........but the words and the melody or so true and meaningful and every year that I get older and as every year passes......it seems I find a new meaning in it every time, from whatever is going on in my life or has happened in my life at that time...........The radio stations really like to play it alot around Christmas and New Year........but I could listen to this song all year round and I could find a new meaning in it every time.........Sally is gett'n a little sentimental now........just wishing you and yours a Happy New Year! Sally really needs 2010 to be her best year ever! Been waitin' on it for a long time in my life and I look at it as a decade of a new beginning of whatever may bring for Sally and her inner peace. And yes, I have a New Year's Resolution-------stop smoking!!!!! I know, I know.....I can't afford them blasted things anymore and if I can't fall asleep and burn the house down now cuz they put that damned strip in there that makes them go out, to heck with 'em!!! Let me be clear on one thing though; that doesn't mean that I might not take liberty of a Grape Swisher occasionally during cocktail hour........just so we're CLEAR!!!!! Luv to all and Happy New Year!
About the Song:(Click on the link to go to this website)From www.pjstar.com: 'It's a memory that I cherish' By Phil Luciano
Saturday, December 22, 2007
At Woodruff High School, Jill Anderson had a typical teen romance: on-again/off-again with the same boy over several years.
He'd write a lot of poetry and share his insights with Jill. But as they went to separate colleges, things cooled off. They tried to stay in touch, but he moved out West and she headed to Chicago.
And that might've been the sum of a sweet memory, if not for a chance reunion one Christmas Eve at a Peoria convenience story - one music fans know well.
Jill's old boyfriend was Dan Fogelberg, who memorialized their convenience-store encounter in "Same Old Lang Syne." Since the song's release in 1980, Peoria - as well as the rest of his fans worldwide - has wondered about the "old lover" referenced in the song. Fogelberg never would say, and only a handful of people knew the ex-girlfriend's identify.
Jill, now Jill Greulich of Missouri, feels she can finally share the story.
"It's a memory that I cherish," she says.
She says she had kept publicly mum because Fogelberg was such a private person.
"It wasn't about me. It was about Dan. It was Dan's song," Jill says.
Further, though she and Fogelberg only rarely had communicated over the past quarter-century, she feared that her talking about the song somehow might cause trouble in his marriage. But in the aftermath of his death - he passed away of prostate cancer Sunday at age 56 - she has been sharing her secret with old friends in Peoria.
"I don't want this to overshadow Dan," Jill says. "When I heard the news that he died, I was very sad."
She and Fogelberg were part of the Woodruff Class of '69. They would date for long stretches, break up, then get back together.
Often, they would head to Grandview Drive, take in the vistas and listen to the likes of Joni Mitchell and Crosby, Stills & Nash. Fogelberg often would pen poetry, some of which he gave to Jill.
"I still have some of those in a drawer at home," she says.
After high school, Fogelberg went to the University of Illinois in Urbana to study theater, while Jill attended Western Illinois University to major in elementary education. They stayed in touch, even continuing to date for a while. But the romance ended for good when he left the U of I early to head to Colorado and pursue his music career.
After graduating college, Jill relocated to the Chicago area, where she worked as an elementary teacher and flight attendant. Not long after college, she married a man from that area, and her connection to Fogelberg faded to memories.
But on Christmas Eve 1975, Jill and her husband visited her parents, who still lived in the Woodruff district. Also at the home were some friends of the family.
During the gathering, Jill's mother asked her to run out for egg nog. Jill drove off in search of an open store.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, a similar scenario was playing out at the Fogelberg home, where Dan Fogelberg was visiting family for the holiday. They needed whipping cream to make Irish coffees, so Fogelberg volunteered to go search for some.
By happenstance and because almost every other business on the East Bluff was closed, Jill and Fogelberg both ended up at the Convenient store at the top of Abington Hill, at Frye Avenue and Prospect Road. She got there first, and Fogelberg noticed her shortly after arriving.
They bought a six pack, sipped beer in her car and gabbed away. "We had some laughs," Jill recalls.
As two hours flew by, Jill's family and friends grew worried.
"We were like, 'Where is she?'" says a laughing Eileen Couri of Peoria, one of the friends at the gathering that night.
When Jill returned, she simply explained that she had run into Fogelberg, and the two had caught up with each other. No big deal.
Five years later, Jill was driving to work in Chicago. She had on the radio, and a new song popped on. First, she thought, "That sounds like Dan."
Then she listened to the lyrics, about two former lovers who have a chance encounter at a store. "Oh my gosh!" she told herself. "That really happened!"
They would not discuss "Same Old Lang Syne" until years later, during a conversation backstage at a Fogelberg concert. Two parts of the song are inaccurate. Blame Fogelberg's poetic license.
Jill does not have blue eyes, but green. In fact, when they dated, Fogelberg called her "Sweet Jilleen Green Eyes" - a combination of her full first name and his twisting of a song title by Crosby, Stills & Nash.
Fogelberg explained that he took the easy way out for "Same Old Lang Syne." As he told Jill, "Blue is easier to rhyme than green."
Also, her then-husband was not an architect but a physical-education teacher. Jill doubts Fogelberg knew what her husband did for a living. She thinks Fogelberg probably just thought "architect" sounded right for the song.
But those are minor details. The heart of the song hangs on its most chilling line: "She would have liked to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie."
Still, even decades later, she declines to discuss that line of the tune.
"I think that's probably too personal," she says.
But the song had no impact on her marriage. By the time of its release, she had divorced.
"Somebody said he waited until I was divorced to release the song, but I don't know if that's true," Jill says.
In 1980, the same year of the song's release, Jill married Chicago-area native Jim Greulich. Eventually, they would move to a St. Louis suburb, where she now teaches second grade.
A few of her school associates have known her secret about the song. So has Fogelberg's mother, who still lives in Peoria and exchanges Christmas cards with Jill.
This week, Jill sent e-mails to a few old pals in Peoria, lifting the lid off the "Same Old Lang Syne" mystery. One of the e-mail recipients was Wendy Blickenstaff, a Woodruff classmate of Jill's and Fogelberg's.
"I had a big suspicion" it was Jill, says Blickenstaff, now the head counselor at the school. "I'm happy for her. It's really cool. ... That's a memory that she treasures."
Jill agrees. Yet her memories of Dan Fogelberg stretch far beyond "Same Old Lang Syne."
"I'll always have a place in my heart for Dan," she says. " ... Dan would be a very special person to me, even without the song."
PHIL LUCIANO is a columnist with the Journal Star. He can be reached at pluciano@pjstar.com, 686-3155 or (800) 225-5757, Ext. 3155.
Well she was precious like a flower She grew wild, wild but innocent A perfect prayer in a desperate hour She was everything beautiful and different Stupid boy...you can't fence that in Stupid boy...it's like holdin' back the wind
She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't Stupid boy Stupid boy
So what made you think you could take a life And just push it, push it around I guess to build yourself up so high You had to take her and break her down Oh...
She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream and crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy
Oh you always had to be right And now you've lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive
She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream and crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice She Hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy Oh, I'm the same old, same old stupid boy
It took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, Long gone
Oh she's gone She's long gone Yeah she is Yeah, ohhh
Oh, nobody's ever gonna love me like she Loved me And she loved me, she loved me God please just let her know I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby Yeah, im down on my knees She's never comin' back to meeeeeee
You know.....I guess I should let up a little on Lil' Tim......awwwhhh...what the hell! This little tune has a great little swing to it and I wish that my boy, Colt McCoy, would post a video on You Tube so I can see how he moves.....but this is the original video from 3rd Flo and you can look on "You Tube" and see everyone from mommas, to momma's momma's,......... to daughters, to da boyz "doing the Heizman." It's gotta nice little swing to it and I just wish that super sweet, candy laced, sugar coated, sweet as gold, Tim Tibow would cut loose and post his little comin' out video! I don't know WHY he don't.......he's so competetitive! You know he wants to....he's probably sitt'n there wanting to bust a move all over YOU TUBE cuz everyone else is cuz he didn't win..........
But then again, I think this guy right here is the BOMB!!!!! HE IS MY ULTIMATE HEIZMAN!!!
I guess I'm cold hearted........but if this was my son I would have beat him senseless! There is no reason for this shameless display of overacting drama on the boys field! I thought they were suppose to be tuff? Indestructible? Destroyers? When asked what Tebow was going to remember most in Florida.......his respons"Everything!" Hummmm......wonder what that consists of? I know he's somone's son and all......heck! I've even taken up for the poor bastards that can't kick field goals when they are put in the pinch........but you don't see them out there cryin' and want'n a little face time with the camera like Mr. Tiny Tim Tebow! What a puss........sorry........I guess I'm a little bitter these days..........can't stand to sit there and see an arrogant, "full of himself" man cry..........kind of like 'crocodile tears' to me! Peace Out!!!!!!!
It's amazing how people take things when they see them in 'their' own light.......they take them either at face value; judgemental; sympathetic or empathetic....whatever the case, all people take information and process it in their brains the way they want and that's just the way it is.....some are narrow minded....others are open minded......others don't judge.......others just don't give a crap. Don't get me wrong, as I sit sometimes on my veranda in my moo moo and sip a little mint julep and drag off my swisher sweet, I often judge some of those folks myself.......I admit it..........wonder'n what they're think'n and 'why the hell they do what they do?' But then.......I look back at some of my friends and myself and think.......who am I to judge?? I especially look at some of the men in our lives and think......."what the hell were WE think'n????" But, I guess, that's what makes us who we are today..........right??? the wise ol' women that we are today???? Or......are we just now figuring it out....? Will we ever figure it out? Will we ever be down right "Happy"........"Satisfied"............I'm not sure of anything anymore but I do know that I want those things and I am realist....I know that they are not an EVERYDAY occurrence......but they can exist..........
Miranda Lambert kinda says it pretty good......in her video she's talk'n about her man.......but I read way deeper into these words than just a man.........this could be a woman or a man that really doesn't know what or who they are in life..........he or she puts on a poker face and lets people think they are who they ought to be expected to be.............but they're just a white liar......and sometimes, it comes back to bite you in the ass........... Peace Out!
"Hey white liar The truth comes out a little at a time and it spreads just like a fire slips off of your tongue like turpentine and I don´t know why white liar
Here´s a bombshell just for you turns out I´ve been lying too
Yeah I´m a white liar The truth comes out a little at a time and it spreads just like a fire slips off of my tongue like turpentine and I don´t know why White Liar "
On a happier note..........this is a good one and a feel good video.......this is where I want to be......but, in reality......I'm in the lawn chair! Double Peace!
I'm very passionate about my football........for those of you who didn't know! And I often read the sports section in two of the tangible papers that my big metro-opilis (word?) has access to.......that being the SW Times Record and the Arkansas Democrat Gazette. But I was never so moved......and I mean MOVED when I read Mr. Tolley's Commentary last Wednesday about a little controversy going on in the Arkansas River Valley and 3-A Division, High School Football Playoffs!!!!!! It made the "Earth, Move....under my Feet!" I got down right giddy as I read and read this article! Lamar Vs. AAA: Who Wins, Who Loses? (click on this link to get the full read-this IS some good stuff!!!!) It don't get better than this when it comes to nailin' the those big ASS whiners out there that always are think'n that they are bigger, better and above all, holier than thou when it comes to the rule books of ANY sport!!!!!! I loved it........my heart went pitter, patter with every prose he wrote and I salivated on "It's about time the little guy won something against the monolithic evil of administrative red tape!"and "Paris officials didn't like it and they sure griped about it, but they didn't get a slick country lawyer and file a grievance."and the ULTIMATE BIG OHHHHH!- "Maybe Paris should get a lawyer to file an injunction to force the Paris-Lamar game to be played over again?" Mr. Tolley: I'm in awe of you........"you lit up my life" for just a brief second in this world of non-policy driven people that don't want to play by the rules and "everyone is a winner" kind of bull. I guess I'm old school or something, but I can remember when there was a rule in school or on the playing field; you went by it and you didn't have this scream'n parent or scream'n coach making a spectacle of themselves out there and setting the standard for the kids watch'n them. All the while, that kid's think'n "he's my hero!!!!" Well, now......unfortunately, we have to deal with all these little kids that have now grown into adults that, for some ungodly reason, felt they got the raw end of the deal back in the 70's or the 80's! And it sounds to me like they have all moved to Lamar!!!!!
****JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR.....I'm old enough to remember when Lamar didn't even know what a FOOTBALL WAS!!!!!!! ALL THEY KNEW HOW TO DO WAS BOUNCE A BASKETBALL, and I admit, they were pretty scrappy back in the day!!!!! Wouldn't it be sad if their sports program had to take a step back in time to the OLD DAYS!????!! I'm just sayin'...................Peace Out!!!!!!
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter.......and those who matter.......don't mind!"
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."
"Anyone can give up, its the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength!"
"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.........."
My mother read me Dr. Seuss books all of my childhood and I still have them to this day........she sure is a smart lady and my hat goes off to that fine Dr. Seuss!.................Peace Out!!!!!
"Keep away from those who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you too can become great!" ................Mark Twain
Fergie (Stacy Ferguson) I guess showed us at 11 way back in 1986 what she could do then on "Kids Inc."..........
Yesterday, the jury of six men and six women convicted Anne Pressley's murderer, Lavelle Vance, guilty of all counts on capital murder. The picture of Patti Cannady weeping on the front page of the ADG is haunting.......it makes me sad and glad for her at the same time. But there are things that don't add up in my sick little brain when I read some of the testimonies that tell of what happen to poor Anne in those minutes of trauma.......as described by Dr. Stephen Erickson, the states deputy chief medical examiner, "Pressley was struck at least a dozen times, several times in the face, with each blow splitting her skin. He said she suffered five skull fractures." First of all.......why would a burglar take the time to disfigure someone so? Why would a "stranger", as Prosecutor Johnson put it, want to take the time to take Anne's beautiful face away and not her belongings.........I don't get that? Did he really hate her that much and have that much ill-will towards her for fighting back? Supposedly this was a random burglary.........or maybe he was stalking her-but still, why would you take a blunt object to someone that is beautiful unless.....unless........you're jealous? Bitter? Rejected? Scorned? There are a lot of emotions I could think of for tearing off someones face just because I am a woman and could be really vicious and vindictive at times.......but why? Why do this? Why break in to a woman's house to burglarize and rape and then beat her beautiful face beyond recognition? Don't make sense to me.........You kill Vance and all the secrets will be buried......sounds like a good plan. Whose getting justice in this case? Yes, I think he played a part and Yes, I think he is getting his........however, I think there is more to it than is being told and that may ever be told..........As for Patti Cannady, I'm sure if you were to ask her what her feelings are 5 years down the road, or even 20 years after Vance has been fried and long and gone, she'll have the same response that Patricia's mother has said every time........."Why didn't you just take me instead? She had her whole life ahead of her and you took it away! Why didn't you just take me.........." Peace Out............Bless the families of brutally murdered victims.
Well.....don't know if it's a good week or a bad week, for Patti Cannady.........The trial started for her daughter's accused murderer last week and Ms. Cannady took the stand the first day of testimony. I posted this picture of Anne because I thought it looked so natural of her......fresh faced.....free spirited.......As I read today's description of yesterday's proceedings, it makes my heart go out to her family that sat through it all......sat there and had to hear the poignant details of every minute--piece by piece of evidence that was stripped from the scene of the crime and basically stripped from their daughters dignity......it was hard for me to even read them; let alone, a mother sitting there in a court room having to listen to the blow by blow accounts of how her daughter fought desperately for her life; but in all reality, they have to know that she will always be the true, fun loving spirit that she was and always will be......forever in our memory! I know this woman too well and I've never met her in my life! I know her mother too well and I've never met her in my life! Not a day goes by that we don't think of Patricia.........the accounts are eerily similar..........yet there is never a day...........I just hope that this is the justice that the Cannady's are deserved of.......maybe I'm a little skepticle; however, I think there is more to this story than meets the eye..........Peace Out!
Everyone who's ever taken a shower has an idea. It's the person who gets out of the shower, dries off and does something about it who makes a difference- Nolan Bushnell
and now......a little video from Michael Buble.......if he would just meet me....all would be well in the world!
The quote in my title is from Robert Fulghumand is taken from a book a friend was telling me about that she was reading. Her therapist thought it would be helpful during her 'healing process' due to what she and every other woman on the face of this earth (and maybe, just maybe......even men; I CAN be unbiased!) and that would be the victim of verbal abuse during a relationship. The title of the book is The Verbally Abusive Relationship-How to recognize it and how to respond...By Patricia Evans. My friend has found this book very benificial and is working hard to regain her inner strength and finding 'herself' again. I can see the change in her and it's like finding that old friend that you had for years that suddenly turned into this person you didn't even know. She left us for awhile........she was distant and made things look pretty on the outside......she made things look pretty for herself........she made things look pretty for her family.......she even made things look pretty in her own mind to the point that she actually believed that this was a life that was o.k. to live. However, we as yaya's....know better when one of our sisters are NOT QUITE what they should be.......However, as she told me, you get to a point where you just can't play the part anymore and you decide that enough is enough......but then she struggled with when and how to get out without getting harmed and, of course.....there were children. It is a very sad story.....but true! And I'm sure we all know someone that is going through this as I write this.....but the defining part of this story is that NO ONE ACTUALLY KNOWS what goes on behind closed doors unless you are actually there. That 'gentle giant' of a man and the 'fun guy' is all well trained and honed into to his craft and is very deceiving to the naked eye.....but not to her. And eventually.....she see's the light. And there is a light......and it is called STRENGTH! INNER-STRENGTH!!! She has to dig her way out and find it.......if willing.....no matter how old she is.......or she sits there and basically dies inside and dwindles into little, if not nothing......And that-is what he (the abuser) wants to achieve!!!!!
So with that-----I raise my glass of cheap ass wine (it's been a shopping week and that's all I could afford) and I toast the ones that actually go towards the light of STRENGTH!!!
I'm gonna quote from the book and I hope I don't get in trouble for this!!! Please Patricia Evans, i've linked your site twice now.......I'm promoting your book for all that need it!
If you agree with 2 or more of the statements that follow, the book of Patricia Evans will support you in recognizing verbal abuse. If you have not had these experiences, the book will support your empathetic understanding of those who have.
He seems irritated or angry with you several times a week or more although you hadn't meant to upset him. You are suprised each time. (He says he's not mad when you ask him what he's mad about, or he tells you in some way that it's your fault.)
When you feel hurt and try to discuss your upset feelings with him, you don't feel as if the issue has been fully resolved, so you don't feel happy and relieved, nor do you have a feeling that you've 'kissed and made up". (He says, "You're just trying to start an agrument?" or in some other way expresses his refusal to discuss the situation.)
You frequently feel perplexed and frustrated by his responses because you can't get him to understand your intentions
You are upset not so much about concrete issues-how much time to spend with each other, where to go on vaction, etc.-as about the communication in the relationship; what he thinks you said and what you heard him say.
You sometimes wonder, "What's wrong with me? I shouldn't feel so bad!"
He rarely, if ever, seems to want to share his thoughts or plans with you.
He seems to take the opposite view from you on alomost everthing you mention, and his view is not qualified by "I think" or "I believe" or "I feel"-as if your view were wrong and he was right.
You sometimes wonder if he perceives you as a seperate person.
You can't recall saying to him, "Cut it out? or, "StopIt!"
He is either angry or had "no idea of what you're talking about" when you try to discuss an issue with him.
Please visit Ms. Evans site if you are in a situation like this........she has other helpful books that will help you to find you way back to you and truly enjoy life again............Peace Out!
Fatal for who????? Well, I can attest to bein' in a hot tub and having a few too many tini's and gettin' a little hot and be withered! But can popp'n a cork in a sauna be that fatal???? Really???? I think this may be a job for Steve-O and Johnny Knoxville! Be careful out there until then........I'm sure they will do a study for us..................
