tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12974236563301901822024-03-12T21:35:48.304-07:00anywhere in the rainIntrospection and retrospection in a perfect gray.rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-16261243746718999712014-04-13T15:57:00.002-07:002014-04-13T15:57:32.935-07:00The Poetry BusFollow this link to an awesome publication of poetry, short stories, art, and music! Snag your copy now!<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-21969528292196559912014-03-05T09:52:00.001-08:002014-03-05T09:53:10.755-08:00Disciplining The Willful Child and the Legal System<br />
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Total ridiculousness! There aren't many topics which chap my hide as
much as that of a whiney, out of control teenager complaining about being
disciplined. As Americans, we are taking children's right to be
autonomous way too far. When do we as parents/adults have the right to
discipline?<br />
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Back in the day, I remember when parents not only had the right to spank
their kids, but even the principal's office would take a swing or
two. I'm going to tell you something, when you knew all the adults in
your life not only the right and/or obligation to discipline your
ass, you straightened up: QUICK! Today, you can't only not
spank, you can't even tell a child that they are out of line for fear they'll
call Child Protective Services (CPS). <br />
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Rachel Canning, a New Jersey high school honor student, is suing her parents
for abandonment, demanding they provide financial support and pay for her
college tuition. She also claims she was forced to leave their household
once she turned 18. Her parents say she was a willful child with whom
they tried to instill rules to stop her rebellious behaviors. Long story
short, she's at odds with her parents because she wanted to break house rules,
party, and live with her boyfriend. Ha! I think the boyfriend's
family are idiots for taking in this willful child, and they will live to
regret it. But that's for another blog post. Where did Rachel's
parents fail so that she thought she could run to others for support of her
childish behaviors? Should the court actually intervene on her behalf to
seek a financial remedy of which she made of her own volition? Time to
feel the real sting of not having the shelter of your parents' nurturing,
Rachel! In other words, you reap what you sow. This is where adults
come into play: Though the courts aren't allowing us to take
charge. Instead, they reprimand us for taking a strong parenting
role. <br />
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I know of someone going through a similar situation.
She and her husband took in a foster child with behavior problems and
like Rachel, had her own idea how life should be led. She's been very
defiant; difficult to redirect. As they encouraged her to go to
school (as opposed to skipping it); not to lie, cheat, or steal (she already
had a felony on her record); and for God's sake: To clean her room, how
did she repay them for opening their home to her? By calling CPS!
Today, children know that overzealous investigators will indeed come out,
thusly gaining the juvenile response they wanted by getting their caretakers
"in trouble." When speaking with another grandparent, I had to
chuckle when she told me she handed their granddaughter the telephone, gave her
the number to CPS, and lastly, told her to pack her bags to go with them!
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I'm not sure that the powers that be realize in allowing children to
become autonomous before they have a full grasp of all the consequences of
their actions/inactions is criminal unto itself. Without proper guidance,
they are left to their own devices and let’s face it, if they were capable of
making proper choices, they wouldn't get into the fixes in which they
often find themselves. Adults make fouled choices, too, but the
difference being is that we know better!<br />
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There needs to be a better plan in helping children grow as productive
adults that doesn't involve the legal system. Untie our hands: Let
us parent!<br />
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<br />rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-10103555723967595862014-01-03T09:27:00.001-08:002014-01-03T09:27:36.562-08:00The Forming of "Wild Animal Things"Today my husband showed me a photo his long-haul trucker brother texted him of a young brutha
on a HUGE billboard outside of Kansas City, KS. Why was he there? Not
because he was a celebrity, but he is Kansas' most wanted criminal!
Young man, only 23 years old, wanted for two murders (amongst other
crimes). How did he end up being a "wild animal thing?"<br />
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What
I've been so noting with the youth of this generation is that they live
for drama. There doesn't seem to be a need for peace and enlightenment
like in the 60s; they stir the pot until it's overflowing
(attention-seeking behavior)? The violence associated with this drama
is appalling, but the apathy is even worse. They don't care. But, why
should they? The current mindset of the establishment doesn't allow for
second chances. Yes, many folks get "caught up," but those who have
the money are allowed to have their hands slapped, then continue on with
their lives (even get their own t.v. shows or a memoir about their
experience). Meanwhile, those who don't have the means to buy their way
out of legal or financial troubles are left living under bridges! Lets
face it, why should these young folk care? In a country wherein the
citizens would pay $3,600 for a Superbowl ticket, but are unwilling to
pass a levy to improve their schools shows that there is a disconnect.
What's more important? Watching a football being tossed back and forth,
or assuring that our young folk are getting educated so that they may
take care of US in the future?<br />
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College? What is that?
Definition: An educational goal unachievable by the masses. It's
almost as if the lower/middle classes are being targeted to fail. When I
was up and coming, just about everyone had the opportunity to continue
their education past high school. Now a young person has to beg,
borrow, and/or steal to get the chance to further their education. I
grew up back in the day when education was a right, NOT a privilege. <br />
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Jobs?
Another right that has been denied by the powers that be. The greed of
a few leave us without roofs over our heads and sleeping in cars. When
there are not only homeless men forging through garbage cans, but
entire families left to suffer at the hands of indifference, there's a
definite problem that needs to be addressed.<br />
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The internet
can be a blessing and a curse. Petty crimes are now being used to keep
adults from acquiring employment. Along with this, employers often
times do not hire full-time workers, making parents work 2-3 jobs each
to make ends meet. Thus, children are left to raise themselves. With
no adult to guide these kids, they are left to form their own image of
what a man or woman is.<br />
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So, this is just a start of how
youngsters become wild animal things. Attention-seeking behaviors
result in dire consequences. What are we to do? Without basic needs
such as food, shelter, education, employment, and love, society will
continue to disintegrate. It's a shame because I can see the future as a
nightmare. Until we start addressing the fact the opportunities we
were afforded before the 90s are not being offered to our young ones, we
will continue to see the decline in our society which is wrought by the
uncaring, greedy corporations and political systems. <br />
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rainwriter jones rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-13112112230851991822013-08-05T13:06:00.001-07:002013-08-05T13:11:26.491-07:00Mental Health Issues vs. Learned Behaviors?At some point in our lives, all of us are subject to mental illness. Believe it or not, it's an underlying condition for any one of us which can be triggered by stressful circumstances. This can sometimes lead to being professionally diagnosed. The operative words are "professionally diagnosed!" So many use the term "depression" without knowing the true meaning. Having a short term period of the blues is NOT depression. Please read the excerpt from WebMD which describes the signs/symptoms of clinical depression:<br />
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This blog post is referring to what I call learned behavior. It's best described as attention-seeking conduct. There are so many who fail to follow through on what they should do; often times replacing their wants with their needs. Often times, the results of living by poor choices result in said person feeling what they construe as being depressed. They are often moody, lash out at others for their sense of inadequacy, and isolate themselves from those who care about them. They refuse to take accountability for their own action/inaction, and blame others for the precarious positions for which they may find themselves. By saying they're depressed, they mask what's truly going on: An inability or unwillingness to management their personal affairs.<br />
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Proper life management can be an essential element to avoiding the use of mind-altering psychotropics and/or mental health counseling. Knowing the things we can or cannot change, and making appropriate life decisions may be paramount in maintaining good mental health. Not saying that ALL mental illnesses are "curable" by these means alone. But with those of us who are not mentally unstable due to natural chemical imbalances CAN control the onset of mental illness by making decisions which are healthful ones.<br />
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Take control of the direction your life is headed. If need be, seek the advice of a life management counselor who can assist you in addressing the concerns which make you feel inadequate. And definitely don't blame others for your circumstance. You have more control than you think!<br />
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<br />rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-40296259249110468792013-07-05T11:39:00.005-07:002013-07-05T11:39:59.964-07:00Playing with Fire(Works)<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My husband and I watched the fireworks from across the street at the postage stamp-sized tribal property. The parking lot was filled with those who bought fireworks to light off, and employees of the smoke shop/bar and grill. There were some lovely displays of colors shot into the cloudy nighttime skies, with an orderly crowd of spectators who reside inside and outside of our neighborhood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While sitting in our lawns chairs wrapped in blankets and sipping on rum and Cokes, something really odd occurred to me. The Native Americans can sell and shoot off fireworks, but no one else in our city can. Because they are a nation separate and apart from the United States, they are allowed to write their own laws which govern their community. And seeing as though Native Americans were the first oppressed race in America that are now celebrating the way we used to celebrate felt kind of surreal. We will be cited if we're spotted setting off any type of firework. With us being only feet from reservation land, it's really, really weird. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Don't get me wrong as I'm not saying that as a nation the Native Americans shouldn't be able to celebrate July 4th, but it's somewhat disconcerting that no one else in our city can celebrate the way we used to: With fireworks! Yes, I know they can be dangerous, but we were perfectly fine losing a finger or two at the cost of a truly spectacular pyrotechnic display. (LOL)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Sometimes the powers-that-be can over-emphasize safety over tradition. I remember when my Father would buy the BIGGEST box of fireworks in the neighborhood, and then shoot them off for everyone to see. Nothing burned down, no one was hurt. Maybe we were lucky? Nonetheless, it was an important part of our July 4th celebration. Our own city didn't put on a fireworks display. What the hell's going on? Yet again, another example of the Graying of America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Hopefully our officials will let up on some of the restrictions which limit our use of fireworks (i.e., reduce the height of aerial displays, allow ground displays, etc.). We can't lose EVERYTHING which makes us "us." Our customs are being lost to practicality. Can you be reasonable and still enjoy life to its fullest?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"></span>rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-90882293741295521162013-07-03T13:13:00.003-07:002013-07-03T13:13:48.584-07:00Urban M.I.A.s (where are the bongo boys)...<span style="font-size: large;">As of late, it's been awfully quiet. No migraine-inducing ultra-bass-playing mofos to be found ANYWHERE! I wonder where they all went? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My husband and I had a chuckle at some young lad that thought he was jammin'. We pulled up to the stoplight next to this dude, and then what he construed as music started. Huh??? No bass??? Well, I glanced over to my left to see he had a laptop riding shotgun in the passenger seat. The fool was playing rap music from a laptop! N_____ this and n_____ that all muted and sh*t! He's just bobbin' his head in time like: "I'm bad...I'm bad!!!" (LMBAOOO) At least he spared us all from that hideous noise which he calls music.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I haven't even heard The Bongo Boys roll past my building. Summer usually brings out the worst in these young wannabe gangstas, but...nothing. Hmmmm...where did they all go? Not missing them: Just asking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">rainwriter jones</span>rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-65824253098855109692013-03-27T10:01:00.004-07:002013-03-27T10:03:35.406-07:0080s Club Kids<br />
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First thing this morning, I thought about my clubbing days, and where my ex-club buddies were. I don't know why at this particular point in my life I would think about them besides the fact I'm 51 years old, and they've got to be close to my age (or older, in some cases). I'm married, have children, AND grandchildren. Do they?<br />
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I worked with one of my clubbers in dietary at the local university hospital. I distinctly remember her fair skinned self trying to tan herself into looking darker. It was obvious she had a lack of confidence in her mixed heritage as she would only date dark skinned Black men, and wouldn't even consider dating White men (even though she was half white). She was in school to become an x-ray technician, and I doubt if she made it through the program. She partied WAY too much, and continually failed her exams.<br />
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Another partier was quite tall. She towered over me, and was somewhat intimidating with her size. She was younger than I, and had fake identification. Funny as hell as one night we tried to enter the club, and the dummy had a dark-skinned woman's ID. With her being extremely fair-skinned, I seriously doubted she would gain entrance. The doorman laughed in her face AND took her ID, too! She was man hungry, and wanted to go to the NCO Club that was on the military base. I didn't want to go because these dudes were thirsty and starved. I wasn't given up my stuff to just anyone! (LMBAOOO)<br />
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Then there was another dude-ish looking chick I partied with very briefly. I didn't hang out with her that long because she enjoyed being high. She'd drop pills and drink alcohol. I wasn't into the "high" thing. That's a very dumb practice when you're out clubbing. You'll wake up in a back alley with no clothes nor wallet.<br />
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And then there was John. He started partying with the aforementioned chick until they had a falling out. Strange thing being is that I don't remember his last night, but I do recall it was German. He, too, enjoyed a variety of inebriates which included pills and alcohol. Often times, he licked postage stamps of speed, and would go off on a tangent all willy-nilly like. Though he was fun when we partied, he was a real bitch when we weren't. I think he was mentally unstable, and I never felt comfortable outside of the club with him.<br />
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I stopped clubbing when I met my husband. He wasn't into partying at clubs, and I guess that was all well and good. I pulled it together, got my nurses' degree, created a business, married, had children, grandchildren, blah, blah, blah. I wonder if my buddies had the same successes? Good question. They were hot messes that didn't seem to fit in any other environment other than the club scene. Maybe I should look them up?<br />
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And maybe not. Some things are better left alone!<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-73145224081546750862012-12-31T09:51:00.001-08:002012-12-31T09:51:48.924-08:00Availability: Make Yourself...<span style="font-size: large;">With 2012 coming to a quick close, I've had time to reflect upon relationships. They can be friendly, loving, weird, crazy, but a relationship all the same. I've "met" wonderful people in my online communications. Some I've actually met and befriended offline. For example, the terrific friends I've had the honor of meeting from The Flat Earth Society. Creative, funny, adventurous. Brings all the good out of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then there's all of you from Facebook and Twitter. Getting to know some of you through your discussions and images have been very rewarding. I've learned a great deal from you, and when you pop onto my page just to leave a smile or wave hello? Makes me happy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Family and friend interactions in real-time are to be cherished. You never know what the future has to hold, and like I mentioned from the Spittin' Kitten, tomorrow is promised to no one. I say this because of a few interactions (or non-interactions, so to speak) from the winter of 2011 to 2012. We make ourselves available for people or things we find important. There are those that choose to be "elsewhere;" checking out from interacting with a particular person or not attending a certain gathering for whatever reason they have. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I say, "Let it go!" No need to analyze why you don't want to be available; just move on. Clear your mind of any real or perceived encumbrances which keep you from being there with that certain person. Negative emotions are very destructive to not only your mental state, but your spiritual one, too. Breath and let go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">rainwriter jones</span>rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-28458879448007871162012-12-17T09:45:00.001-08:002012-12-17T09:46:00.376-08:00Not-So-Intimate Apparel (Pajama-Jammas)<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A few days ago, I sat in my truck just before lunch time. To my chagrin, I see yet another pajama'd individual strutting into a grocery store like nothing was wrong. <strong>PAJAMAS!!!</strong> Outside the home <strong>AND</strong> in the middle of the day, mind you! You might think me strange, but it makes me sad to see this trend of wearing intimate apparel outside the home. There's a reason why it's called "intimate." No one's supposed to see you wearing these items unless they are familiars.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">But to me, it goes beyond a poor clothing choice. It denotes a laziness; a devil-may-care attitude towards the world. I liken it to the horrible trend of people wearing drooping pants and thongs (both men and women bearing their bottoms). I'm sure these pajama-jammas fall straight out of bed, unshowered, and head out into the community at large. Yes, indeed. The very fabric of society is becoming threadbare. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">To me, this lack of grooming signifies a great decline in sensibilities. Every time I see nightclothes in public, I shudder. By far, I certainly am not a prude. My concern is that this is a reflection of where we are headed: People who don't give a damn about anything. A lack of seriousness regarding life in general. We're headed down a road to which the end is dismal. This kiss-my-ass-ness must end!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">rainwriter jones</span>rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-53782969782506621242012-11-25T16:40:00.002-08:002012-11-27T14:47:16.492-08:00The Benji Affects -- Revisited (Again)<h3>
When It Rains: It Rains Bullets</h3>
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I tell you, wonders never end! In previous posts I've made mention of the North Point Bar and Grill and all the violence that goes with it. I felt pretty good when there seemed to be a concerted effort to end the gun violence by closing at 10 p.m. (just before the REAL knuckleheads come out). <br />
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With disdain, I watched as the closing time became later and later. I knew they were tempting the fates with this idiotic effort to make a few more bucks at the expense of sleeping children and working adults alike. A few hours again it happened. Yet another shooting across the street. I was stirred by the sound of yelling at 1 p.m. What the f*ck, what are they still doing open?" was my thought. Shades of months prior, the arguing could result in gunfire, so I fully awakened to listen for shots.<br />
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Peeking out the blinds (to the side of the glass, mind you). With the "Open" sign dark, the parking lot still has cars. I see a male enter, exiting his car over and over again. Finally with the last exiting, there it was.<br />
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Here we go again. These folks don't ever learn. The later they close, the more likely gun violence will occur. Homedude shot out the front door glass of the bar. Who knows why, but does that make a difference? He could have hit anyone in the vicinity. I'm not so much concerned about the patrons of the bar because the know the risks associated with going into this particular establishment. It's the innocent bystanders which get caught up in this nonsense. Those who are not involved in the mindset of those who carry weapons for "protection" that eventually fire them because they were available when they snapped.<br />
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Come on, Puyallup Tribe! Stick to an earlier closing time so that those would commit crimes in our community will be elsewhere. Making your establishment a choice location for these criminals is in itself criminal!<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-75023320790259438812012-09-04T17:46:00.001-07:002012-09-04T17:46:35.670-07:00The Benji Effects: RevisitedDo you remember a few posts back wherein I used the term "Benji Effects" to refer to any activity in which people engage that is meant to have a positive result even though the person/people performing such an activity know damn well that it AIN'T gonna work? Well, as predicted, The North Shore Bar and Grill are back up to their old antics! <br />
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A few coats of paint and a new closing time of 10 p.m. change nothing when the same tomfoolery that prompted these changes re-occur. The "business as usual" mentality and "private" parties that appear to have extended closing hours have resulted in the first tribal police intervention in weeks. Though whatever happened was dealt with quickly, the troubling fact that there are times when there are patrons in the bar WAY past 10 p.m. (i.e., 10:45 p.m. - 12 a.m. or even later) is definitely a recipe for another shooting. <br />
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The idiots which frequented this spot had moved to a BBQ place about a mile from here and within a few weeks of their presence, one man was dead and several shot. Don't know who took over the place, but it is now a Bavarian beer joint. They've made a definitive decision not to have violence in their establishment by not encouraging the type of gun-totting fools to patronize their business. Sorry, but lets face it. Businesses which serve alcohol and play rap/hip-hop music tend to bring out the worse in folks. It's quite unfortunate as these genres of music are not really the culprit: It's the people that seem to think it's a cultural thing to listen to it AND carry guns that are the problem. But I can't change their attitude; just try to protect myself, my family, and my neighbors from the deadly end result. <br />
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Wake up, bar keeps! As long as you continue to entertain the Bongo Boys, you'll always have the possibility of trouble. But I don't think it matters much to them as they don't live directly across the street from the front line. <br />
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rainwriter jones rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-25861242282469137472012-07-17T08:43:00.001-07:002012-07-17T08:46:07.338-07:00Near Orgasm: Fumbling With Zippers and Other Such NaughtiesAs of late, my husband and I have enjoyed sitting outside watching traffic pass. The bar and grill across the street have made extreme changes to their property and business which affords us the benefit of relaxing out front without the threat of being shot. Yesterday as we sipped a little and chatted more, we noticed a couple across the street in the side parking lot. They were hugged up on each other <strong>REAL CLOSE LIKE</strong>, but I figured they were just snuggling. I've seen these two before in the same parking lot doing the same thing. This time was different. As we watched, the man slipped his hands into her pants! Yes, in broad daylight, this fellow was masturbating this chick! I'm like, <strong>DAMN</strong>! These two are freaks!<br />
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Okay, I'll admit we did stay seated. (lol) There was another man standing in front of the smoke shop for the longest time. I later figured out he was watching the show, too. After several minutes of pressing, poking, and stroking, this couple decided to finish up in her green truck. I see heads go up; I see heads go down. In the meantime, a young woman came out from the bar to take a look by creeping over and peeking into the cab. She eased back into the building, just to re-appear with the entire bar! The audience for this lurid couple was complete. When they noticed that they'd been spotted, homedude jumped from her truck, climbed into his car, and they left the parking lot going separate directions. At this point, we're laughing our asses off at this spectacle. "Bravo!!" we yelled. (LMBAOOO) Lawd have mercy! Reminded me of the good ole' days. ;-)<br />
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Then I thought about my younger self, and the risk taking behaviors of which I had engaged regarding sex. Needless to say, obvious these two were exhibitionists, and were lucky that no one called law enforcement on them. Many of us have been involved in sexual activity in public in one way, shape, or form. Heavy petting in theaters, necking in the car, downstairs at Mom's (tee-hee-hee), but I have never publicly had sex for the entire community to watch. Wow! *eyes bulging*<br />
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It might behoove these young lovers to get a room, or at least find a darkened alley somewhere. I certainly did! (LMBAOOOOO)<br />
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rainwriter jones<br />
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<br />rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-42315281081925986792012-06-25T08:32:00.001-07:002012-06-25T08:35:56.754-07:00Return of the Bongo Boys (at the North Shore Bar and Grill)<span style="font-family: Arial;">I saw them dance in the freshly paved parking lot. Shirts pulled off, blows struck, cussing, and yes, even a smoke break between swings. And then a resumption of the battle between two Bongo Boys while their homies and bystanders looked on. They exchange blows amongst fancy cars, oblivious to the spectacle of which they were creating. Or were they? My thoughts are that they didn't care. A <strong>MAJOR</strong> problem!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There's been several incidents at this location in which there has been disturbances which range from noise nuisances, gunfire, and murder. Yesterday was a true testament that you can't put perfume on a turd! This latest incident happened in broad daylight in the middle of a busy parking lot <strong>FULL </strong>of cash-paying patrons. What was so interesting is that these individuals felt perfectly at ease in that parking lot: As if claiming it as their territory. I watched from my parking lot as they eased into both the smoke shop and the bar when the police arrived as if nothing was wrong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And still another incident which went unreported: A verbal altercation between three females and a male at 1 a.m. As the male crossed the street, words were exchanged with the three females. God only knows what this sh*t was about. When they wake up from their drunken stupors this morning, they probably won't even realize that they had a fight. Just to return tonight to start the same dysfunction business all over again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">From my little view on their world, I shake my head. I can only wonder what type of childhood these folks had wherein they think it perfectly fine to hang out in parking lots; cause disturbances; be lawless. These are National Geographic moments. It's hard to think of these unruly paying or non-paying patrons as humans any more. Specimens for observation through my blind slats. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">No, you cannot put perfume on a turd. All the beautification projects around the property mean nothing when these individuals are allowed to cause problems for the tax-paying citizens in our neighborhood. As a landlord, I know that to create a rodent-free house for a future tenant, you need to leave it vacant for at least two months. To remove these pests, this establishment should be closed so that these imbeciles can find other places to create their special brand of mayhem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But, these words may be falling on deaf ears. So, I'll continue to blog, and peek through my blind slats.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">rainwriter jones</span><br />
<br />rainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-6417739060604024922012-04-29T11:15:00.001-07:002012-04-29T11:15:50.370-07:00The Bongo Boys: Gun Violence at the North Point Bar and Grill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gun fire. Again. Last night I witnessed what had to have been the most ignorant display in quite some time at the North Shore Bar and Grill. Just prior to closing, some idiot shot 8-9 rounds in the parking lot. I watched folks scramble to their cars (almost hitting pedestrians trying to flee). Others ran for cover inside the darkened building. I stood and watched as I saw cars return AFTER the shooting. Why would they return? One car in particular parked on the curb outside the establishment. I figured he would pick up an associate who he left behind when he fled. But no! After a full 10 minutes of sitting there, he revs his motor and bolts into the parking lot. I think the onlookers recognized him as the shooter, and ran back into the bar. He continued to jam on the accelerator, smash on the brake: Trying to intimidate those he held captive. By this time, I was on the phone calling 911. Don't you know by the time three police agencies responded, this dummy was STILL in the area? I could hear the cops tell him to drop his gun. Yes, a busy night! I could see the police searching the lot for shell casings by flashlight. What a waste of resources.
Is this the new "culture?" You have dangerous people who carry weapons (for protection, they claim), and those who live dangerously that hang around for the fashion of it all. I've looked across the street at the patrons of this establishment. Young girls in tight dresses drunker than hell, young mothers who've left their children unattended so that they can party (drunker than hell), young men with loud stereos and mouths boasting this, that, and the other (drunker than hell). This type of behavior is quite troubling to me. I sleep within feet of this parking lot. There may come a day I won't be here to post anything because I would have died while lying in bed from being shot. To die in this manner is not my plan, but who knows what the fates hold for me.
I cannot understand how this neighborhood nuisance is allowed to continue business. How many "incidents" does it take to finally shut this place down? How many have to die? Is there a quota? Will me or mine have to be killed before the powers that be FINALLY close this place? Needless to say, I'll start my cammpaign to clean up my neighborhood tomorrow. Enough is enough! I think the worst part of this mess is that the people that frequent this dive don't even live in the area. They come into OUR neighborhood to disrupt: Even kill.
And this morning, I watch the bees return back to the hive. Some to the smoke shop, others to collect the belongings left behind in their exodus. They'll be back after the hose stops spraying the water: Drinking, fighting, shooting...
rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-37691717098409484922012-03-05T09:45:00.000-08:002012-03-05T09:45:01.482-08:00I'm in Love With a Criminal Mind (and other thieving magpies)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe2jq60I060/T1T7BrteVLI/AAAAAAAADHs/Ydqxis8HuB4/s1600/future%2Bbelvins.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe2jq60I060/T1T7BrteVLI/AAAAAAAADHs/Ydqxis8HuB4/s400/future%2Bbelvins.JPG" /></a></div><br />
the future Mr. B by rainwriter jones<br />
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A few days ago, I sat in a secluded section of a K-Mart parking lot eating a fish filet sammich and fries (of which I haven't had in <b>GRIPS</b> of time). As I munched on my sammich, I spy a bee buzzer cruising around where I was parked. Now mind you, this is the middle of the day, and there were several other exits homedude could have chosen to leave, but he had to slowly pass my truck. Why? He scoped my vehicle for some sort of criminal act. Be it lifting my wheels, or stealing it in it's entirely and selling it piece by piece.<br />
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"Not today, you m*thaf*cka," is what I mouthed as he rolled away. "You've got to find another victim this time, a**hole!" (LMBAO)<br />
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There's been much more crime than usual lately. Lots of homedudes roaming the streets, prowling houses and cars. Sometimes I wish we had a system featured in the "Superman" movie wherein a tribunal convenes, sentences the criminals, and then ships them in a translucent spacecraft hurled into space. Unfortunately, these thugs live amongst us, so I feel the need to dissect their lifestyle, and how they came to being useless vagrants.<br />
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At the university, I enjoyed taking classes which studied sociopathic behavior. Petty thievery wasn't often the topic of discussion, but I find this even more interesting because it is far more prevalent than the stories which are sensationalized in the news. Where does it all start? This feeling that what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine?<br />
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I would think it begins in the formative years. I can't say only children who had a dysfunctional home life are involved in criminal activity as it crosses all socio-economic lines. I know of a family in which there were five boys. The mother was one hell of a bad influence (i.e., stealing and substance abuse), and four out of five of the boys turned out to be productive citizens. Go figure! But for some reason, the one child became a habitual drug abuser and petty thief. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe he's "hard-wired" for crime?<br />
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In this point in my life, I can sit back and chuckle. I think it more hilarious than aggravating. Just sit back: Analyze: Watch them slow-roll me as I eat my fish filet sammich! You might nick me tomorrow, but not today! (LMBAOOOOOO)<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-7561196997817700522012-02-29T08:00:00.000-08:002012-02-29T08:00:15.411-08:00DTF? WTF!A few days ago, I indulged myself to an episode of "Jersey Shore." I thought it would be interesting to see what young folk call entertainment these days. So, as I'm watching yet another scantily-clad bimbo strut through yet another drinking hole, one of them says to an intoxicated male, "Me and my friends are DTF!" DTF? WTF is that (I ponder). I ask my daughter and she informed me that was an acronym for "down to fuck." EWWWW! Are you joking? Nope, she was dead serious. And don't you know, those chicks went back to their pad and screwed them??? What makes it even worse is that this here Black lady in the Pacific Northwest saw them acting slutty? I wonder if their parents know of their risky behavior?<br />
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And then I started to think the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I know that back in the day, we would have sex with dudes, but did make such a big announcement that we were receptive females. (LMBAO) I know there's been premaritial sex since the beginning of time, and that marriage is a manmade institution, but damn! To be so brazen is way over the top!<br />
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Is it better to be subtle in your sexual pursuits? Or just be straight forward and say, "Hey, let's fuck?" Good question. I'll let you answer it.<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-17693839965116185532012-02-24T09:04:00.000-08:002012-02-24T09:04:51.324-08:00When All Else Fails: Get Moving!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcSO407ZKOc/T0fDFZY_MNI/AAAAAAAADHg/v-Y1BlvaMjQ/s1600/tools%2B2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcSO407ZKOc/T0fDFZY_MNI/AAAAAAAADHg/v-Y1BlvaMjQ/s400/tools%2B2011.JPG" /></a></div><br />
rusty wrench by rainwriter jones<br />
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Recently, I decided to update my LinkedIn profile. It sat there fairly stagnant, and I had been encouraged by one of my friends to finally flesh it out. Placing the details of my educational and employment background made me somewhat reflective. I saw the road on which I traveled to get where I am today.<br />
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Being quite a dogmatic person, I'm never satisfied with not completing a task to which I set my sights. I started at the University of Washington after taking a quarter break after high school. I didn't have the benefit of being "brainy," nor were my parents rich. Tuition was low, so I could afford to pay it with the little money I made as an employee in dietary services at the university's hospital. Well, the low tuition was short-lived and seeing as though I didn't received any grants or scholarships, I had to stall my education at the university, and go to a lower-cost community college. After obtaining my certificate in word processing, I found a job at two word processing departments. I was allowed to continue my university education while working at the latter insurance brokerage firm. I was very fortunate they allowed me this privilege!<br />
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So yes, it took me 8 years to complete a 4-year degree, but it was well worth it. From there, I obtained my nursing license, and I plan to continue furthering my knowledge base. <br />
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Today it is so much tougher to go the route that I did. With towering tuitions costs, the powers that be don't understand (or care) that it's harder to get educated. Like me, not everyone can get scholarships, grants, or loans. But sometimes you've just got to dig your heels in and do what it takes to complete the task before you. Take two jobs (three if you must): Just get it done!<br />
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I guess you don't need a high IQ to be sucessful: Just determined!<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-62128019375669632082012-01-30T12:53:00.000-08:002012-01-30T12:54:28.433-08:00Stingy Ex-Boyfriends and the Feline Connection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMN3LP24uI0/TycCyeR3j8I/AAAAAAAADHQ/Y0CdGE4einA/s1600/20090320_37.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMN3LP24uI0/TycCyeR3j8I/AAAAAAAADHQ/Y0CdGE4einA/s400/20090320_37.JPG" /></a></div><br />
lounging Felix by rainwriter jones<br />
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Last night, I watched my cat Felix attempt to lie in my lap. As I continually waved him off, he changed his direction in an effort to gain lap access. For some reason, it reminded me of one my ex-boyfriends: A selfish slip of a man who only had his own best interest at heart. That was to get what he wanted no matter if it was good for me.<br />
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We'll just refer to him as "B." He was a real piece of work. A self-serving troll that floated back and forth between me and the future mother of his child. I don't know if he ever married her, but I do recall an awkward moment of being at my friend's house for a barbeque with my present-day husband, and seeing him and his quite pregnant, pig-faced woman walking up the lawn. I also remember seeing his sorry ass on the 5 o'clock news. At that time he worked for a car dealership, and there was a dispute over medical insurance. <br />
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My main problem with him is this: He was a LOUSY lover! I guess I can't really call him a lover; just a sex partner. He always thought of himself, with his no pleasure-providing self. The type to have "his," and then not only roll over without providing "mine," but take the blanket, too! There's something about a man/woman who doesn't pleasure his/her partner that can equate to an all-around inconsiderate person. <br />
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Yes, I've thought of him recently, and why I subjected myself to such torment. One thing I know for sure is that he provided me with the information I needed to choose someone special. A person who not only thought about himself and his needs, but what I needed or better yet: Desired. He was just a cog in the wheel of relationships, and a much-needed lesson on how not to find yourself saddled to such a brute on a long-term basis.<br />
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My thoughts are these: <br />
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1. If he/she rolls over after sex, they're not for you.<br />
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2. If he/she floats endlessly between you and another sex partner, they're not for you. (unless both of you are into that). (lol)<br />
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3. If he/she chooses an ugly girlfriend/boyfriend instead you, they DEFINITELY aren't for you!<br />
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4. And definitely, very definitely, if he/she doesn't satisfy you sexually NEVER EVER MARRY THEM! <br />
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I'm of the mind that a gratifying sex life is essential to a good relationship. If one partner is not happy, the other wouldn't be, either. But that is only me. There are others who choose to live a life of abstinence. To each his/her own. But if, and only if, your partner doesn't require physical satisfaction, too. <br />
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So what does this have to do with my cat? That's a good question. Maybe it was because it wasn't a reciprocal relationship. He would have gotten a warm lap, and I might have gotten flies? (LOL) Oh well. He didn't get my lap, and I didn't get a lap full of fur.<br />
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And no, I'm not lying. His lady did look like a pig!<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-74295609091225215532012-01-22T15:03:00.000-08:002012-01-22T15:03:06.269-08:00The Professor, Lithium, and the Jade Stalk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK6muKZxo3s/TxyViVgNqnI/AAAAAAAADHA/JgZTc32_vEA/s1600/sex%2Beducation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="367" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK6muKZxo3s/TxyViVgNqnI/AAAAAAAADHA/JgZTc32_vEA/s400/sex%2Beducation.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<i>(should sex NOT be this big ass mystery?)</i><br />
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It's always interesting when parents decide to tell their children about sex (if they do). I guess some children will learn from osmosis? When I got my first period, my Mother gave me a "care kit" which included one horrible strap-on Kotex and a booklet on human reproduction. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me," was about all I got in terms of sex education, but at least it was something. I had early lessons in terms of learning how things really were beyond the safety of my parent's door. They were invaluable lessons for someone like me who developed at such a young age.<br />
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I do not think my Mother understood how really bad it was out there. For some reason, we Black girls stuck together. We knew to be the most cautious of those who others trusted: Our teachers. My first experience with inappropriate behavior was with one of my elementary school instructors. Though without any previous sexual experience, I knew his proximity and touches were unsuitable, that his requests for me to stay after school were not to be heeded. He had the nerve to have a sleep-over at his house. <b>NONE</b> of the Black girls went. We just knew this dude had some really bad intentions. <br />
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The predators which continually attempted to lure us into their cars on our way to school? Classic.<br />
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And then there were the high school instructors. The librarian who continually made sex jokes. I remember his eyes all goopy with some sort of discharge, and me begging my friend to sit with me during my T.A. period. He was one sick puppy!<br />
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I once had a chemistry teacher that was more hilarious than freakish. Nothing offensive with him. He'd teach the class from behind his lab table, blah-blah-blah. One day we were almost asphyxiated by him taking lithium from its oil suspension, putting it on a paper towel vowing it can be exposed to oxgyen for a few minutes without igniting, and then watching it ignite after 30 seconds. Worst still was him immersing the flaming mineral in water, and choking on the billowing smoke which resulted. Yes, he was fairly daffy. It was just funny in that I don't think he realized what he brought back from Japan. What I first thought were salt and pepper shakers were actually ceramic penises. They were removed the next day. <br />
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Let alone college professors trying to exchange grades for sex. <br />
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With all this said, you'd think in this day and age that children would be told about the birds and bees. It amazed me to learn how a 17 year old girl in this area was coaxed by a college music professor to take off her clothes and masterbate in front of him. He told her he was doing a study on sexual arousal and how it affected vocal performance. She said he told her that this would make her be able to reach lower octaves while singing. Was she naive? Or sheltered by her parents? If she knew this man was attempting to take advantage of her, it might have spared her the memory of acting so idiotically.<br />
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So what's the point to all this? Not discussing sex in at least it's basic form suits no purpose other than leaving your children open to any predator that may pop up. They won't have the knowledge in which to compare their information given to them from a trusted source against what some predator might be saying. Just tell them the basics, and sprinkle in a little worldly-type scenarios. It just may save you and them from a lifetime of regrets.<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-56061619109086831772011-12-28T08:45:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:45:10.008-08:00Who Will Be Invited To My Responsibility Party?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIoD0Sq0taY/TvtHDZ5bh7I/AAAAAAAADGk/qjIruz40qgE/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIoD0Sq0taY/TvtHDZ5bh7I/AAAAAAAADGk/qjIruz40qgE/s400/068.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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"back alley wisdom" by rainwriter jones<br />
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By now many of you know the troubles I have with the bar and grill across the street. The tomfoolery which prevailed throughout the years seemed like a never-ending, butt-burning movie. Well, they gave us a Christmas present this year by closing for two entire days! Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were like living in the woods: Quiet, peaceful, and serene.<br />
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What I found interesting wasn't the fact that they were closed for business, but the activity in the parking lot. I watched as ride after ride drove up to the building, the occupant walking to the doors, and then trying the handles. Damn! It's Christmas Eve!! Ain't you got no family? And then I thought: Maybe they don't have family, and that's why they hang out at this God-foresaken hell pit in the first place.<br />
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How does one not have a family? I'm not speaking in terms of unmarried people. Just because you're single doesn't necessarily mean you haven't any family. I'm talking about those who have distanced themselves from their family for whatever reason. I had a tenant who had no real relations with his biological family members, but "created" grandchildren, daughters, sons, etc. He used to get on my nerves: Spilling cigarette ashes into my shopping bag, stinking of liquor, etc. His need to please me was pitiful! His inability to connect with his family manifested itself into being overly affectionate to anyone that would give him the time of day. <br />
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Why didn't he communicate with his family? Because there is an innate responsibility when you're in a relationship. You have to be emotionally and physically available. This is something that those who hang out in bars and create makeshift families may lack. <br />
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Responsibility. A real mouthful for those who don't want that encumbrance. Lets face it. It sometimes can be a terrible thing; being accountable for someone else's happiness. Those of us who choose to take on the challenge have the possibility of being fulfilled. Unfortunately, the ones who don't are watched by me as they desperately try to find a connection to other human beings at the bar and grill.<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-40002484357897263852011-12-27T11:02:00.000-08:002011-12-27T11:02:06.111-08:0050 Years of Bare-Bottomed Rock Jumpin'!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxGmsf4kAUs/TvoVzjw59AI/AAAAAAAADGY/zAsjCVZZ7Ow/s1600/tiny%2Brain%2Bbouquet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxGmsf4kAUs/TvoVzjw59AI/AAAAAAAADGY/zAsjCVZZ7Ow/s400/tiny%2Brain%2Bbouquet.JPG" /></a></div><br />
"tiny rain bouquet" by rainwriter jones<br />
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Throwing caution to the wind.<br />
Take a chance…no underpants.<br />
Leap of faith from the rockery<br />
so carefully placed by my Father.<br />
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The smell of mint is in the summer’s heat.<br />
The boys wait with anticipation<br />
as they swat bumble bees<br />
that cling to the clover.<br />
As I fall earthward,<br />
my skirt flies skyward;<br />
making no effort to hold it down.<br />
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The audience scrambles as the porch door opens.<br />
A glance over my shoulder to view my daddy<br />
with a new green switch<br />
selected especially for me!<br />
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Bare-bottomed rock jumping is a dangerous pursuit for a young girl. But even with that said, it set the tone by which I live my life today. Taking chances sometimes entails “baring it all,” but I wouldn’t have it any other way! Risk-taking is paramount to attaining growth. And though I caught a good switch from my Father for exposing myself to the neighbor boys, I learned that being bare-bottomed is extremely free-ing. (LMBAO)<br />
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Be "here," be active, be proactive, be spectacular! Enrich someone else's life as it will enrich yours. If you help just one person in need, you could start a chain reaction of kindness. It doesn't have to be monetary, either. Sometimes just a simple kind word to someone who needs it can make a world of difference. Be brave: Start the chain...<br />
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Be present in 2012: That would be the best gift I could ever receive.<br />
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With love,<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-41958462910191143082011-12-09T08:39:00.000-08:002011-12-09T08:39:56.379-08:00When Rights Outweigh Responsibilties: My Point of View on Gun ControlI remember standing out in the woods with a friend on a summer's day. The air was still except for the rustling of ponderosa pines above our heads. And then, <b>BANG!</b> The sound of gunfire! We let the pistol cool before re-entering the car. We shot the gun just to hear what it sounded like, and what it felt like to shoot. For me, this was a startling revelation: I realized the deadly force of a firearm, and with possessing one, I had the power over life and death.<br />
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A few years passed, and I moved 30 miles south. Things were a little bit more rural, though I still lived in what was called a city (more like a big "small" town). As I drove to an appointment, I watched pedestrians cross the street from an adjacent stadium. In their arms bundled up like precious children? Guns. Lots of guns. It was revolting!<br />
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Americans have been given inalienable rights: One of which is to carry firearms. I'm sick to death of the escalating violence, and the de-sensitization of our citizens. Just this morning I awoke to the news wherein yet another person was shot after a heated dispute at a house party. Drive-bys, road rage, and now school shootings fill the headlines almost nightly. But then again, we have the right to carry weapons. Or do we? <br />
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As I see it, there is a gradual disintegration of society as a whole; an unraveling of a single thread which will ultimately destroy the garment. That thread is that of benevolence. One-half percent of the population is financially controlling the other 99.5%. We wait for crumbs to fall from their over-filled plates. These people have long since forgotten that there are others in need, and look for more ways to hide their wealth rather than share it. <br />
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Unemployment is a major factor which guides societal behavior. It's like a "shit rolls downhill" effect. The big companies tighten the reins on their finances, jobs are lost, and people are thrown into despair. There is a sense of hopelessness; a bleakness which blankets the community at large. This can translate into abhorrent behavior. A feeling of helplessness could drive someone who's psychologically unstable over the edge.<br />
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Guns are a ready source of satisfying the need for immediate gratification: A cessation of that which is bothersome. Pull out a gun, and end a fight. Pull out a gun, kill that cheating lover. With the click of a trigger, frustrations disappear. If guns weren't readily available, people who chose to use them as remedies may actually find positive alternatives to violence. But we may never know as buying a gun has become as common place as purchasing groceries. They are in the hands of criminals, and those law-abiding citizens who become criminals via crimes of passion.<br />
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Associating gun violence with unemployment is critical. They are closely related as the amount of shootings invariably increase with the lack of employment. Those who teeter on lawlessness can be found packing, and wait for an opportunity to act out on unsuspecting victims (like at house parties and bars where liquor flows like the Nile). And though gun supporters claim that we have the right to bear arms as our Second Amendment right, more often than not, guns are used not for self-defense, but in acts of flash aggression. I often make reference to the bar across the street from my building. About a year ago, there was one incident wherein a bar patron was executed two blocks from the bar over a dispute over a woman. If the shooter didn't have a weapon, the victim might be alive today. <br />
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I don't agree with the saying that guns don't kill people, but people kill people. If guns weren't dispensed like candy in a vending machine, we might be able to use the brains God gave us. Reason with each other without violence. Be...<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-73511749076884198432011-12-05T11:30:00.000-08:002011-12-05T11:30:31.863-08:00Everybody's Got a "Thang." What's Yours???<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QkBUx6Zn6mo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br />
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A few years ago, I found a receipt in her grocery bag: Aspirin, shampoo, lotion, and <b>SEVERAL</b> bottles of wine. Was this receipt left in the bag by mistake, or purposely left there for me to find? We used to stand at my front door to talk, but there always seemed to be something behind her eyes: As if to say something to me. But then she'd leave me with a pregnant pause, and conjecture at my feet. I'm not surprised at all when I received a phone call from her on Saturday. With my suspicions confirmed, I (and she) can breathe a sigh of relief at her confession. <br />
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Holding onto secrets can be very intense. Friendships, marriages, and even political careers can be destroyed by them (Herman Cain?). Though all of them are not grievous, the ones that cause great distress can be the true life changers. And the thing about it is each and every one of us has had them in the past, is sheltering one now, or will have one (or more) in the future. I think this is why I was not judgmental when my friend admitted to being an alcoholic. <br />
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I guess it all comes down to trust, and finding someone who can lessen the burden of guilt. There's a reason why we hold onto secrets. Because of the fear of reprisal, we won't expose ourselves. The thought of losing someone close, social standing, and in some cases, freedom, can be unbearable. I had a life-changing secret in the past, and finding the right person to share it with was difficult. It took YEARS to finally confess, but it was the best thing I ever did! <br />
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For 2012 make a promise to yourself: If you have a secret which is burning you up inside, find someone you trust to share it with. At the very least, use this website to spit your rap: http://www.postsecret.com/. Confessing your "sin" annonymously may ease the pressure for a while, but always keep in mind that whatever you did that caused you to go undercover is still there. Deal with it, and for God's sake, don't do it again! It gets no better the second time around. <br />
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Let it go: And then move on.<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-46522480713243594292011-11-29T10:19:00.000-08:002011-11-29T10:19:44.916-08:00A Promotion For a Grope ("Oral" Arrangements Over Dinner)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fXBNQbfCM4/TtUde-hanjI/AAAAAAAADFw/xs36g81Sngg/s1600/herman%2Bcain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fXBNQbfCM4/TtUde-hanjI/AAAAAAAADFw/xs36g81Sngg/s400/herman%2Bcain.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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By now I'm sure all of you have heard the sexual harassment claims by numerous women in regards to Herman Cain. Well, do you think he did it? I say, <b>HELL YES!!</b> I think he views all people as commodities to be traded for goods, favors, and in the case of women: services. You have sex with me (probably "hands and knees-type" acts), I'll give you that promotion. <br />
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In my humble opinion, I think people who hold seats of power have a tendency to use their power for their betterment (but not always to the benefit to those who are being used). He's not the only one to blame for the mess he's in. There were women who took him up on his offer to further their causes. Of course, they're not speaking as the revelation would surely destroy their careers. But we're not discussing willing participants in the Cain Circus, but those who wouldn't perform sex acts for personal gains, and possibly missed out on opportunities because of their refusal. <br />
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Throughout the centuries, men (and women) have used their bodies to further their position in the world. But the problem is this: Using your perversions to abuse men/women who are trying to improve their position in any given situation (i.e., school, housing, employment, etc.) is not only wrong, but illegal. Mr. Cain f*cked with the wrong women! Some of them took offense to his nasty thigh-touching ways, and blew the whistle on him. And now that he's "reconsidering his campaign," women all over the world can breath a sign of relief. Unfortunately for him, a big can of worms has been opened, and his troubles have just begun with litigating females. <br />
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Hell, he ain't even cute! (LMBAOOO)<br />
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rainwriter jonesrainwriter joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14642124857733688867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297423656330190182.post-23177709577423081042011-11-14T09:51:00.000-08:002011-11-14T09:51:04.568-08:00If Children Were Pets, They Might Be Treated Better...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZG4HiFQSlI/TsFUgAA1RQI/AAAAAAAADFM/je1Bfo5-OQY/s1600/forgotten.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZG4HiFQSlI/TsFUgAA1RQI/AAAAAAAADFM/je1Bfo5-OQY/s400/forgotten.JPG" /></a></div><br />
forgotten by rainwriter jones<br />
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I can't tell you how tired I am seeing big-eyed dogs and cats glossing my t.v. screen at 5 a.m. They peer at me from metal cages, or huddled in corners, with Sarah MacLaughlin singing sad animal songs in the background: All the while, pleading for money to aid these "helpless creatures." Don't get me wrong. I'm a full-fledged animal rights advocate. Well, who really can be an animal rights advocate if you eat animal protein (yes, hamburger meat came from one of those big-eyed animals). <br />
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What about children right here in the United States who suffer EVERY SINGLE DAY? We'll treat animals better than our own species! Special doggy beds, cat furniture, pet purses, etc. In grocery stores, there's even special pet food in the refrigerator section. Shit looks so good, you could make a meatloaf from it, and your guests would none the wiser.<br />
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I had these thoughts for a long while, but a few days ago I saw a disturbing news story which documented the lives of homeless children in Seattle's "Nickelsville." Nickelsvilles is a homeless encampment in Seattle named during ex-Mayor Greg Nickels governing of Seattle. After several years, it has been relocated to different locations, but has never removed. The kids in this community were noted to be "living under plastic" by a King 5 news reporter because of the tents they are forced to live in due to homelessness. <br />
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You can see the video here: http://tinyurl.com/87tqt3q<br />
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Don't you think this warrants a second look? So many humans are disconnected to the wants and needs of our own kind, bypassing a child who's living in a car or tent, and buying bullshit trinkets for their animals. They could at least provide warm coats, hot meals, medicine, to the neediest of citizens. And before you start to say I don't have a heart, I say this. Please do donate to animal shelters, charities, and anti-abuse programs, but don't forget the children who really need you. If I see one more dog wearing a coat a child should have, I'm gonna scream!<br />
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I believe in species-specific charity: Giving to our own kind <b>BEFORE</b> we lend a hand to an animal. I know humans can treat each other horribly, and I think that this is why certain individuals have chosen to do their good deeds for animals instead of human children. But look at it this way. If we don't take care of our children now, who the hell is gonna take care of us in the future? <br />
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