The clerks in Dwayne Reade look scared. The man was menacing looking and looked as if he was going for a gun. Shrugged and put his hands in the air.

Jesus Christ I can’t deal with 2008

He smiled and walked out.

There are two new 3WW’s below this. The second one is better and shorter, Dawg with coat of shiny hair The other blog is a true WIP. We’re not having a good day in anyway. It’s Groundhog Day at The Savage house–and probably will be for a few days or the rest of our life.
UL asked me to do this. I don’t tag people. If you want to do any or all feel free.
Five weird things about me: that will be hard. Five places that I would like to visit or visit again. Five things I never imagined at 25. I’m going to begin with that one. Read more…

I wrote this last May. It wasn’t a 3WW but the words fit. There’s a much shorter new 3WW below this that I do like. I keep forgetting to say that Bone is responsible for 3WW probably because….I won’t get into an indepth analysis about his screen name that I still can’t stand but am used to.
I’m hung up on aging as I’m not 35 anymore–sometimes it takes awhile to realize that. Paisley has a project on aging that sounds fun. Read more…

3WW can be found here Thanks Bone This was written in ten minutes. And i’m not planning on editing at all–my last week’s was much better

Who was that woman in the mirror? Her face used to be so smooth. Strangers would approach her and tell her how beautiful her skin was.

Liza tried to get used to this new person. Her looks had truly been her fortune. Every door had opened for her. She knew an open door was just a beginning. It was her responsibility to make the door open wider and have more doors open. They had.

About ten years ago Liza noticed that she had to actually try a bit to get people to like her. She didn’t know how. Life hadn’t prepared her. She supposed she was lacking character. But how do you get a personality when her face and figure had sufficed for so long?

She had never been a drinker. Now she retreated into the world of high quality vodka. People used to laugh at how long a bottle lasted in her house. Now she went through a bottle or two a week.

She began calling in sick once or twice a week. Her boss had been her friend. He told her he could no longer keep her on.

She couldn’t see her furniture because of the clutter on it. She didn’t care. The cleaning woman had long ago stopped coming. The cleaning woman told Liza’s friends that she was a dirty dead beat. They knew. Liza’s friends stopped caring. You can’t help a person who won’t help herself.

When the eviction notice came, Liza pretended not to notice. When the marshals came and took her stuff onto the street, Liza rescued a few bottle of vodka and drank straight from them.

The people at the shelter thought they had seen everything. They weren’t prepared for Liza Adam, former super model. When they did the intake, Liza refused to answer all questions. The caseworker thought Liza still beautiful for 56. She investigated her life and was shocked to find that Liza had always worked. She had saved nothing, but the caseworker thought Liza could be eligible for disability. Despite her constant drinking, Liza didn’t have any liver damage. The rare times Liza spoke she was still lucid.

The caseworker was in her 20′s and determined to save Liza. She had such beautiful smooth skin. Her face looked unmarked from years of drinking. The caseworker wanted Liza’s figure.

She came to work one day and was shocked to find that Liza had broken a bottle, taken it to her face, and cut it all over. She cut as much as the rest of her body as she could before passing out.

“See,” Liza said some days later when she regained consciousness. “I am disfigured.”

I delete spam pingbacks

A good blogger to me is somebody who moderates comments, is constantly reading new blogs, and commenting. I just don’t have the time or mental energy for that. Not now. I need to write and to write I begin blogs. I have a few private ones and one not so secret one.

Courting isn’t going on hiatus. I will be writing and moderating comments but I won’t be commenting until I’m in a different space. I mean that physically. Actually I go through this every few months. I’m obsessed with blogging and admire bloggers who never tire of commenting. I’m not comment crazy and enjoy reading blogs without commenting often but then I’m called a lurker. I don’t understand why “reader” isn’t acceptable and people can’t be happy with people reading their blogs without commenting at times.

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The three most exciting parts of the State of the Union address to me where:
3) Looking at men’s ties–and I don’t have a large TV or LCD or plasma
2) Watching Ted Kennedy sleep–for one of the few times in my life I agreed completely with David Brooks–on my birthday, or the next day in 1969, he knew he could never become President so he focused on becoming a great senator
1) Watching Nancy Pelosi try to find a proper facial expression–she went through every fake smile I know

I don’t usually link editorials but I loved this one. On what could have been had our president made a different speech six years ago.

CAN YOU SAY PORK BARREL? I ADMIT I KEPT FALLING ASLEEP BUT I WOULD WAKE TO HEAR BUSH TALK AGAIN AND AGAIN ABOUT ENDING OR DRASTICALLY REDUCING EAR MARKED RESOURCES.

I updated my other blog. I’m doing all apartment stories, past and present, in it.

Somebody close to me believes I have no patience and expect people to do things when I snap my fingers. Most other people, close to me, think I’m a total jerk for having so much patience.

I should be submitting. I’m not for many reasons including paralysis, and fear, not of being rejected but of life itself. It seems as if it’s an endless to do list that I never come close to completing. The new sub contractor is supposed to be here at noon. “Do you have a point list?” my best friend asked. “Uh, if a point list is what’s to be done than I have it.” Read more…

Life is good. Yes it is. See why it’s becoming good for me personally. Though I believe Horry County SC was the one county Obama didn’t take. I will be there for the general election where I will finally have a vote that counts. In the post below I included Caroline Kennedy’s endorsement of Obama. Caroline Kennedy can say the things many of us feel with more authority simply because she is who she is. I wish I remembered more about her father’s administration and less about his death but I was young…
The post below also has Bob Herbert’s truly excellent article “Questions for the Clintons.” It’s a rare Sunday that doesn’t belong solely to Frank Rich in my house…..
This article is about the death of young icons. Baby boomers grieved when James Dean died in 1955? As the oldest baby boomer was nine, and the peak year for baby boomer’s birth was 1957, this was almost impossible. I was four and rather doubt that I ever heard of James Dean. Read more…

Beach music–really great beach music. There’s about a 30 second buffer and then some of the best beach music you will ever hear. It will change your perception about beach music. It’s wonderful.

And to certain friends of mine who can’t stop laughing about me living in South Carolina and going to clandestine Democratic party meetings–I should let them tell the jokes but I have a kind of rule in Courting to only talk about my own stupidity–two words–Barack Obama. While we’re all bitching about the economy, I will be bitching in comfort as you take dwindling subways, buses, and have all the old problems come back

It’s been pretty obvious since Bloomberg became mayor he had to take monies from one place to cover another. Did Hillary try to get money for the city? I didn’t hear her screaming for the aide we were supposed to get–that came three years after 9/11.

.Caroline Kennedy on why she supports Obama.
Most of us would prefer to base our voting decision on policy differences. However, the candidates’ goals are similar. They have all laid out detailed plans on everything from strengthening our middle class to investing in early childhood education. So qualities of leadership, character and judgment play a larger role than usual.

Senator Obama has demonstrated these qualities throughout his more than two decades of public service, not just in the United States Senate but in Illinois, where he helped turn around struggling communities, taught constitutional law and was an elected state official for eight years. And Senator Obama is showing the same qualities today. He has built a movement that is changing the face of politics in this country, and he has demonstrated a special gift for inspiring young people — known for a willingness to volunteer, but an aversion to politics — to become engaged in the political process.

Here’s Bob Herbert, the columnist closest to my heart after Frank Rich on some questions for the Clintons.

Still, it’s legitimate to ask, given the destructive developments of the last few weeks, whether the Clintons are capable of being anything but divisive. The electorate seems more polarized now than it was just a few weeks ago, and the Clintons have seemed positively gleeful in that atmosphere.

It’s time to truly think outside the box and only Barack Obama seems to be able to think that way.

The next president is going to inherit the biggest mess, arguably since The Depression. Obama has grace, style and substance. Yes grace and style are damn important. The President has to be a healer. I hate losing respect for the Clintons. After the presidents of my lifetime, Clinton brought fresh air. It’s not the same Bill and Hill. They have changed.

I was an SSI claims rep in The Bronx then. Our zip codes included some of the poorest in the country and some middle class–we were the second most diverse area after Jackson Heights. People would tell me stories…they had done everything right and found themselves in deep debt because of sickness.

The real 90′s of easy money hadn’t happened yet, but I always felt those two years at SSI–then I became a social worker. While everybody else seemed to enjoy the ease my life became mired in other peoples sicknesses, dementia, poverty, sadder than sad stories. My background is one of privilege. I felt compelled to work in these worlds.

I live among the very affluent. I feel comfortable in this world, but random events happen that we have no control over. Including a president beginning a very immoral war. We need a president who can look at the war, economy and health insurance with unjaded analytical eyes.

The more I hear Obama and read about him I know he’s going to age 30 years in eight but he can pave the way back to a great America.

I’m psyched that I’m finally going to be a real American–I stopped feeling superior because I’m a New Yorker sometime ago. I will never forget the state of Iowa again and what it now stands for.

If we’re to regain confidence in ourselves and hence be respected by the rest of the world we need Obama.

Read the 3WW below this.

Read this.

I’m in one of the worst moods I remember being in, in many a year. Instead of moving forward I’m moving backward. It’s explained in the blog I asked you to read.

Will I put my apartment on the market?
Will I make it out of here?
Even I’m beginning to have my doubts

I wish I weren’t “nice.” It might get me to heaven but as i don’t believe….I’m blaming myself for everything that’s gone wrong. I thought I had moved beyond that. I’m out of most foods etc. Going shopping at a store that’s an exercise in spatial judgment is my idea of torture right now.

I’m trying to simplify my life and it has never been so chaotic.

For the betterment of humanity as in not killing anybody or myself, I need to get this together. I’m a cautionary tale in what not to do.

There’s a new 3WW below this. Here’s another blog My friend lives in this building. Great Upper West Side shots–and the building has an all marble wonderful lobby.
There are bad days and there are days you spend two and half hours on the phone or waiting for people at the cable company–and they exacerbate your problem but you finally figure it out.
The most adorable little girl comes up to you in Starbucks, puts her finger in your coffee, the top on and smiles at you. You have reached the point of no return and give her the look you have never given a kid. The coffee could have been hot–she could have scalded herself–but mostly you’re thinking how truly tacky it was that the mother didn’t control her behavior or make her say “I’m sorry.” Two words that go far in your life. That was the better part of your day until you saw a friend.
Jonathan and his wife Wendy are adopting children in a few days. I can and can’t imagine what they’re feeling as I was adopted, and some people that my father’s letter upon adopting me is the best written thing in this blog. As much as I love my father that doesn’t make me feel great.

Jonathan began a meme about what you have done since finishing school. I finished grad school twelve years ago and uh college 20 years before that. I don’t usually do memes, especially since they all seem to involve knowledge of 80′s hair bands and other musical things. Have nothing against 80′s hair bands or what song fits whats mood–but that’s like wearing a mood ring. Changes too often. Or stays the same for a year. Read more…