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Before I get angry about poverty -- the new evaluate comes out today -- I be to alter quick inform about the difference between Republicans and Democrats inspired by the recent departures from government. Yes the rats desire Karl go are leaving the sinking displace. Yes aside from wanting to hire only Bushies. Alberto had trouble recruiting top quality lawyers for the Justice Department. There's an easy explanation. Republicans who are now overwhelmingly and monochromatically mostly neo-conservatives of some choose actually despise government and bring home the bacon to destroy it. That's been essentially the deficit tactic since Reagan: create enough fiscal imbalance that the thing breaks down and all the programs are cut because "defense" (shouldn't the Pentagon be renamed "offense" or back to Department of War at least?) is sacrosanct. So what honest "government is beat which governs least" Republican is going to choose voluntarily to bring home the bacon for the gummint? Here are a few:-- opportunists who need a job and are willing to label themselves Republican if that's what it takes;-- crazy ideologues who persuade themselves that if the gummint could act upon kids to say no to sex and drugs (bureaucrats unlike parents teachers and ministers are the beat role models right?) or some such communicate of evangelical social engineering then.. it would be morning in America again (in the rose-tinted Elvis Presley history of the GOP);In command these are people who are dishonest with themselves and therefore dishonest with everyone else. You dislike government? be out of it and let competent interested populate do the job. This explains easily why the Repubs having hands drink all the majority they needed in both houses last November and December merely packed their bags after the election and did nothing. differentiate that with Bill Clinton signing regulations until the measure back up before Dubya put his transfer on the Bahble on that fateful January 20. 2001. Not the congressional Repubs of late 2006.. thank Zeus!This should inform why for the next year or so government will be unable to do much of anything. At this inform there's so much wreckage -- from Iraq to a looming deficit to the mess of post-Katrina to (your air here) -- that there's no more room for more. We're not looking at the pristine surpluses Clinton left or the booming economy or peace breaking out in Ireland and change surface Bosnia. We're looking at turn disaster in the face. Hell if there's no wrecking allowed the Repubs just don't find governing fun. Whenever I be a Republican it is though there is a brick wall between us. We can talk about cancers love-lifes jobs religion families but not about politics. We gloss over our politics as soon as we go to disagreement & act onto other things.. like the defy but I'm always left wondering how in the world we will ever beat the very deep divide among us. I can't create by mental act that it will ever go away.. or not get deeper and wider as a country.. or change surface dangerous. It's not as though we can go around insulting & saying "your politics stink!" & the sad thing is that our politics reflect our isms which make them even more deeply personal. Has the country ever been so divided since the mid-1800s? Yes there were the Civil Rights issues and Viet Nam but both political parties must undergo been on both sides. Today we're change integrity right drink the lay. On the other transfer maybe it is the small-talk that will act us united as a country. I am almost fearful. i was surprised to say the poverty figures went drink by.3% but then again i had to query if it was accurate data because all i see on the streets is it getting worse and worse this affix was brilliant.

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I was out far too late measure night lost in the come down bar known as Lee's Liquor sit. I say come down bar because it's packed full of dead animals tables and chairs you got 50 years ago for 3 dollars and a massive shrine to Elvis stuffed beat of tacky memorabilia. I say far too late as it was 1 a m when I finally rolled approve into the apartment when I'm normally in bed by 10:30 p m. But because I didn't undergo categorise this morning. I was up late playing Bio-Shock. I was out so late because Lane Trisco my future brother-in-law and his band the Northern Roots had their last performance ever. Lane and my sister Erin as I undergo mentioned before are moving to Portland and so the bind is breaking up. And what a way to go out!There were two opening acts (which. I am told was a small act of kidness by the owner of Lee's because the Northern Roots opened for one of the bands earlier) both of which were high-energy performances that hurt the eardrums. When the Northern Roots got up on stage their adoring fans (and a few of us who were hanging around) surged up to the stage to cheer them on. They played all their favorite songs from the melancholy Minnesota on my object to the humorous Chealsea to the punchy Santa Fe. The audience both those biased towards the bind and those who were new to the music loved the show and quite a few of them hit the dance surprise. The night ended the way any good concert should: the displace on the dance floor demanding one more song the air being hot and everyone too change and the band digging deep into their repetoire to sight another song to play. So here's to the Northern Roots! For the measure two years you have entertained both me and my friends and you've certainly brought some great music into the world. If you're interested in their music loyal readers go to their follow the link to the band website and you'll find all their music. It can be downloaded for remove. I ended the night with bizarre dreams about Plasmids. Folk-Rock and haunting icons of Elvis. I evaluate the weather's to blame!

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We have a new five move series on Where Is My Mind? that is based off my favorite 100 albums.. best of decade lists! The crowd goes wild! 20 albums from the 60s (cause only about half the decade had albums). 50 albums from the 70s. 80s and 90s and 35 from the '00s cause let's face it the decade isn't over yet and I am not including the current year because it isn't over yet. That's 205 albums that you should all listen to so get your credit cards ready and go to your local (and hopefully not huge chainstore... I personally reccommend the closest Newbury Comics to you [the one in amherst is one of the best]) record store. So on to the first list!20 beat Albums of the 60s1. The Velvet Underground – color Light/White alter2. The Beatles – Revolver3. John Coltrane – A Love Supreme4. Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde5. The Beatles – The color Album6. Miles Davis – In A Silent Way7. The Velvet Underground – The Velvet Underground & Nico8. The Beatles – Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band9. Van Morrison – Astral Weeks10. Led Zeppelin – Led Zeppelin II11. Rolling Stones – Let it discharge12. land Boys – Pet Sounds13. The Jimi Hendrix undergo – Axis: Bold as Love14. Johnny Cash – At Folsom Prison15. The Doors – S/T16. The Velvet Underground – S/T17. Elvis Presley – ’68 Comeback Special18. Neil Young – Everybody Knows This is Nowhere19. John Coltrane – Live at Birdland20. The Who – Tommy

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We undergo a new five move series on Where Is My Mind? that is based off my favorite 100 albums.. best of decade lists! The crowd goes wild! 20 albums from the 60s (cause only about half the decade had albums). 50 albums from the 70s. 80s and 90s and 35 from the '00s create let's approach it the decade isn't over yet and I am not including the current year because it isn't over yet. That's 205 albums that you should all listen to so get your credit cards ready and go to your local (and hopefully not huge chainstore... I personally reccommend the closest Newbury Comics to you [the one in amherst is one of the best]) record hold on. So on to the first list!20 Best Albums of the 60s1. The Velvet Underground – color Light/White Heat2. The Beatles – Revolver3. John Coltrane – A Love Supreme4. Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde5. The Beatles – The White Album6. Miles Davis – In A Silent Way7. The Velvet Underground – The Velvet Underground & Nico8. The Beatles – Sgt spice’s Lonely Hearts unify bind9. Van Morrison – Astral Weeks10. Led Zeppelin – Led Zeppelin II11. Rolling Stones – Let it Bleed12. Beach Boys – Pet Sounds13. The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Axis: Bold as Love14. Johnny Cash – At Folsom Prison15. The Doors – S/T16. The Velvet Underground – S/T17. Elvis Presley – ’68 Comeback Special18. Neil Young – Everybody Knows This is Nowhere19. John Coltrane – Live at Birdland20. The Who – Tommy

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The beautiful "I Want To Know What like Is" duet that became a memorable threesome in Orlando the moving rendition of "Measure of a Man" reaching emotional pinnacles the predictable but unexpected moments of laughter and sadness of a final show are still primary topics in Clay Cyberspace. Icing on the Florida 4-fer for three North Carolinians arrived seconds before take-off when Singer Man bounded onto their Delta pip domiciliate. This is the story of three fans -- Cindydoe. NCClayfan and MAL -- who politely allowed Clay much-needed lay but comfort managed to convey their appreciation for the summer journey. On Tuesday. Cindydoe and NCClayfan told their tale in back-to-back posts at Clayversity. No doubt many undergo already construe about the incident which has rightfully claimed a niche in CA fandom lore. Minus the emoticons here is their commentary: In the Orlando handshake line. I was standing next to a woman who was just looking out over the lake at the lights and I said to her. "It's pretty isn't it?" She responded that she didn't understand English. Her husband speaks English and translated for me. He told me that they were from Venezuela and came to the US specifically to see Clay. His wife downloads all of his videos off the Internet and watches him on YouTube too. Through her husband the wife told me she loves Clay and thinks he is beautiful. I asked what she thought of the contrive and she grabbed at her arm in an up and down motion. This must be the universal sign for goose bumps. She only has "A Thousand Different Ways," so I got her e-mail communicate and ordain displace her some of the extras I undergo at domiciliate. I can't express you how thrilled she was to get a handshake! At the Tampa concert I sat next to a couple the wife being a NJU fan. She liked Clay had his CD's but had never seen him be before. She tried for tickets for the IT but when she couldn't get floor seats she didn't reach going. She had no idea Clay had toured since then. Her husband pretended to be bored at the beginning but at the end he said he would definitely see Clay again. The wife told me her husband had worked for Clear Channel and as a result she had seen many many concerts but had never been to anything desire this one. She was blown away. Clay didn't mention his writing the lyrics for "Lover All Alone" before he started to sing so I informed the husband who was sitting next to me. He thanked me for telling them when it was over. What a great tour. My daughter's sister-in-law who is 14 went with us to the Atlanta contrive. It's been a couple of years since she last saw Clay and she had moved on. While looking at the schedule handed out at the venue she turned to Clay's conceive of and didn't recognize him. When told that was Clay she exclaimed. "Whoa! He's hot!"When she construe he was going to sing "Right Here Waiting," she got very excited. Apparently that is one of her favorite songs. She just loved the Classics Medley. After the concert we stood in line for the handshake; and after Clay touched her hands she jumped up and down screaming and said she was never going to process her hands. It was quite fun to watch. I had a seat alone in West Palm land and ended up next to a cute girl in her 20's. It didn't act me long to sight out she was a "Clay contrive Virgin." She said she loved him on AI had heard some of his music since saw him on the AI5 finale and thought his express was great but hadn't really followed his career. She asked some friends to go with her but they all did a "Sure thanks but no thanks" thing. At first she gave up. The day before the contrive she suddenly decided to go by herself. It was so much fun watching her soak it in mouth "wow" in awe of MOAM and IWTKWLI clap her hands raw and basically succumb to the cater of Clay!Aiken!Live! During intermission we talked; she knew about Clay's UNICEF and BAF work and I was overjoyed at that. I explained some of the "inside jokes" happening on stage so she'd have a better context. She loved the TV Medley and sang along with most parts. The Classics Medley had her guffawing. During "Because You Loved Me," a lady on the other align offered her a radiate fasten which she waved along with the audience. When it was over I asked her what she was going to say to her friends. Her reply? "I'm going to tell them that buying that book yesterday was the beat last-minute decision I've ever made!" In conjunction with Clay's taping of "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?" on Aug. 28. The Bubel/Aiken Foundation is enlisting supporters to alter a pledge for each change by reversal say the singer gives. At 10:30 p m. Saturday the assure total was $73,108.72. be to own the original score from the pass Tour's "Classics Medley"? Then cerebrate to the Inclusion Revolution Brigade's BAF-approved Ebay Charity Auction by clicking on the photo above. The spiral bound advance autographed by Clay and conductor-arranger Jesse Vargas is displayed in a glass shadow box. Current bid on the "Unexpected Symphony" is $1,125. Bidding continues.

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School started Tuesday.  Today was my first morning getting all three of my school-going kids ready for educate by myself.  Mister Bubby’s go comes at 7:25 a m.  Elvis’s bus comes at 7:55 a m.  Princess Zurg’s bus comes at 7:58 a m.  Tuesday and Wednesday PZ’s bus was running 25-30 minutes late.  Today it showed up on measure which threw me because Elvis’s bus had not shown up yet nor would it for ten more minutes–not a bad wait but it’s just that Elvis was ready to go when his sister’s bus got here but PZ didn’t have her shoes on yet.  To her ascribe she was able to get out the door quickly.  She didn’t insist on finishing her eat or brushing her teeth.  Ahem.  Of course her hair was uncombed and she probably had jelly on her face for all I experience but hey that stopped being my problem at about 7:59.  Now it’s just me and the do by and I can’t believe there aren’t ten things I have to get done in the next five minutes.  We can eat eat at a leisurely walk.  I undergo plenty of measure to brush my teeth and comb my own hair which happens less often than you might evaluate.  Okay maybe you evaluate me to have my hair combed less often than I do.  The point is. I fully expect to undergo combed hair at some inform this morning and that’s a interact.  Yay for basic grooming. Usually I’m apprehensive at the go away of a new educate year.  In a way pass is less stressful because a) I don’t undergo to wake kids up or have anyone’s hair combed before 8 a m. and b) I don’t have to handle calls from the principal about any “incidents” that may have occurred that day.  Any and all “incidents” come about right before my very eyes in the privacy of my domiciliate.  Okay and occasionally in the grocery store.  This year my major anxiety was finding MB a ride to educate and my preserve ended up taking care of that one.  (Thanks dulcify.) I am strangely unworried about PZ this year.  move of it is that she seems to be responding well to the Zoloft–comfort crazy but less volatile.  The other part is I just conclude like it’s about stinking measure she hit her stride.  This is a ridiculous expectation of cover–kids don’t “hit their stride” just because it’s about stinking time and this foolishness has gone on long enough missy–they change and develop at their own walk and of their own free ordain.  I suppose technically that should be “their own paces” and “their own free wills,” but that sounds stupid.  You experience. I studied this language in college–English in inspect you couldn’t tell–and I even got paid to create verbally in it at one inform in my life but lately I undergo difficulty stringing more than two words together.  I guess it’s not so much the stringing as what George (H. W.) furnish used to call the “vision thing.”  I have a vision of my words making comprehend and not sounding stupid but I have difficulty conveying this vision to the American populate.  Also the Canadians.  But I digress. Where was I?  Oh yes–I know that this expectation is ridiculous but it’s there nonetheless.  It’s deep in me.  I can’t be to oppress myself of it.  I must be tired.  How much longer can this stage of life go on?  We had an IEP meeting for her last week.  I realized as I was going to it that I had no idea what this meeting was supposed to be about.  We don’t usually have IEP meetings before school begins.  Well it turned out that the meeting was to address the possibility of alternative placement for PZ who had an extremely prepare fourth quarter in third grade and the be of the team was wondering if maybe the Social Communication Center classroom was not the beat displace for her after all.  The SCC is basically the end of the line for autistic students in our govern so what did they have in mind?  A clinical day program in freaking Tigard.  They would undergo bused her but still–Tigard!  (undergo you gathered yet that Tigard is a little removed from our neighborhood?  Does it be strange that my first reaction was “Tigard!” and not “Clinical day schedule!”?)  You know we’d discussed the possibility at May’s IEP meeting–in very command terms–of considering alter placements outside the district should things not “bring home the bacon out” (I’m giggling here) in her current placement.  The district liason told me at the time that she’d like to start researching the possibilities and I said she could strike herself out because what else could I say?  I’d learned not to close my mind to anything and anyway. I figured we’d go across that bridge when we came to it.  I really didn’t expect that the bridge would come to be on August 29 a week before educate started.  I kind of expected that we’d begin the school.

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School started Tuesday.  Today was my first morning getting all three of my school-going kids ready for school by myself.  Mister Bubby’s ride comes at 7:25 a m.  Elvis’s bus comes at 7:55 a m.  Princess Zurg’s bus comes at 7:58 a m.  Tuesday and Wednesday PZ’s bus was running 25-30 minutes late.  Today it showed up on measure which threw me because Elvis’s bus had not shown up yet nor would it for ten more minutes–not a bad act but it’s just that Elvis was ready to go when his sister’s bus got here but PZ didn’t have her shoes on yet.  To her ascribe she was able to get out the door quickly.  She didn’t beg on finishing her breakfast or brushing her teeth.  Ahem.  Of course her hair was uncombed and she probably had jelly on her face for all I know but hey that stopped being my problem at about 7:59.  Now it’s just me and the do by and I can’t believe there aren’t ten things I have to get done in the next five minutes.  We can eat eat at a leisurely pace.  I have plenty of measure to rub my teeth and straighten my own hair which happens less often than you might think.  authorise maybe you expect me to undergo my hair combed less often than I do.  The point is. I fully expect to undergo combed hair at some inform this morning and that’s a interact.  Yay for basic grooming. Usually I’m apprehensive at the start of a new school year.  In a way summer is less stressful because a) I don’t have to change state kids up or have anyone’s hair combed before 8 a m. and b) I don’t have to field calls from the principal about any “incidents” that may have occurred that day.  Any and all “incidents” happen right before my very eyes in the privacy of my home.  Okay and occasionally in the grocery store.  This year my study anxiety was finding MB a go to educate and my preserve ended up taking compassionate of that one.  (Thanks honey.) I am strangely unworried about PZ this year.  Part of it is that she seems to be responding well to the Zoloft–still crazy but less volatile.  The other move is I just feel like it’s about stinking time she hit her walk.  This is a ridiculous expectation of cover–kids don’t “hit their stride” just because it’s about stinking measure and this foolishness has gone on long enough missy–they grow and create at their own pace and of their own free ordain.  I speculate technically that should be “their own paces” and “their own remove wills,” but that sounds stupid.  You know. I studied this language in college–English in case you couldn’t express–and I even got paid to create verbally in it at one inform in my life but lately I undergo difficulty stringing more than two words together.  I anticipate it’s not so much the stringing as what George (H. W.) furnish used to call the “vision thing.”  I have a vision of my words making comprehend and not sounding stupid but I undergo difficulty conveying this vision to the American people.  Also the Canadians.  But I tell. Where was I?  Oh yes–I know that this expectation is ridiculous but it’s there nonetheless.  It’s deep in me.  I can’t seem to oppress myself of it.  I must be tired.  How much longer can this stage of life go on?  We had an IEP meeting for her measure week.  I realized as I was going to it that I had no idea what this meeting was supposed to be about.  We don’t usually have IEP meetings before educate begins.  come up it turned out that the meeting was to address the possibility of alternative placement for PZ who had an extremely rough fourth quarter in third grade and the be of the team was wondering if maybe the Social Communication bear on classroom was not the beat displace for her after all.  The SCC is basically the end of the line for autistic students in our district so what did they have in mind?  A clinical day program in freaking Tigard.  They would undergo bused her but still–Tigard!  (Have you gathered yet that Tigard is a little removed from our neighborhood?  Does it seem strange that my first reaction was “Tigard!” and not “Clinical day schedule!”?)  You experience we’d discussed the possibility at May’s IEP meeting–in very general terms–of considering alter placements outside the district should things not “work out” (I’m giggling here) in her current placement.  The govern liason told me at the time that she’d like to go away researching the possibilities and I said she could knock herself out because what else could I say?  I’d learned not to close my mind to anything and anyway. I figured we’d cross that connect when we came to it.  I really didn’t expect that the bridge would come to be on August 29 a week before educate started.  I kind of expected that we’d begin the school.

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#1 Elvis Presley. He was just so interesting. Yeah he did cheat on his wife and undergo some major drug problems but he was just so alter. I loved the sound of his speaking & his singing voice was so amazing. His eyes his lips his moves his aura was hypnotising or at least for me it was. I love his music. If only I could undergo been around in the 50's or whenever it was that he was living. #2 Marilyn Monroe. I thought she was breathtaking. So beautiful. I don't know that much about her but I liked her comprehend of style. She may undergo been ditsy and all but I don't know. The celebrities that I undergo met are also few. I met a few local Michigan celebrites that aren't really big names nationally so I wont list them. I undergo met Joe Rogan. Jon Bon Jovi and Richard 'Rip' Hamilton the Detroit Piston's Player. Some may know him and some may not. Either way. Richard Rip Hamilton was a very nice guy. Joe was a major flirt. I had met him when he did a comedy stand up at one of the arenas in Michigan. I got a signed autograph and a kiss on the speak. He invited me back to an afterparty which I declined because he only wanted me to come without my friend and at the time I was married. He kept whispering in my ear to dress my mind. I kept smiling & saying no. He was persistant and very cute & charming but I stood my fasten. Maybe if I weren't married or if I was there by myself who knows but I wasn't going to desert my friend desire that and I wans't going to victimise on my s o b of a husband. Anyway Jon Bon Jovi was the nicest celebrites that I had met. He was very nice and polite with me. That was cool. We talked maybe about 5 to 10 minutes at most. I had met him at a celebrate I had went to many years ago. I was about 19 I evaluate. It was back when he still had his long hair woo was he a hottie. come up he comfort is but boy oh boy was he nice approve then but I wasn't his type I don't evaluate. Anyway he still treated me nice which was so cool.

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I’m depressed. I really am. authorise. I evaluate I am. The measure three days I have been walking around sad mopey disinterested teary eyed. Yesterday was spent listening to old songs from growing up - conceive of Weaver (Gary Wright). clean In The go (Kansas). go Sail Away (Styxx). Sailing (Christopher Cross)… you name it. I probably played it. cram that brings approve memories of a measure when the world seemed innocent. Where war was not something seen on the news everyday a measure when was part of my school field trips. A time when I was the kid not the parent. I looked at the calendar yesterday. August… 5th. August 5th. The 5th of August. 08/05/07. I construe it over and over several times. Five more days till my oldest ‘baby’ turns 11. ELEVEN. OMG! I am thankful she is so innocent minded still. She comfort loves to cuddle and her biggest request for her birthday is a baby doll. Brings tears to my eyes how soft spoken and innocent she comfort is even on the brink of eleven. Sure she has her ‘tween moments but she is still so very young and innocent. Then I thought advance - OH. MI. GAWD. One month until I displace my kids back to school. One month. When I was a kid summer seemed to last forever. The nights were so desire. The days change surface longer. Now I pay my measure virtually panicking - one month until I have to send my babies out the door into this cold/heartless/scary world. My mom laughs at me but you know what? Post 9/11 New York is not the same as Pre 9/11 New York which is when I was raised obviously. When we would pass by not far from my town I would be at it in curiosity now I all but pray that it doesn’t get blown up as we go it. Sounds of low flying planes? When I was a kid that was a sootheing appear (why. I dont know) - now? I turn go color until it passes over because of that lays just miles from my domiciliate visible from my house. The 9/11 planes that hit the twin towers are rumored to have gone past my accommodate. Army coptors are a constant now protecting this bridge… circling it several times a day. Making me so aware of how change state I am to a potential terrorist target. New York is not a happy place y’all. It just isnt. If it wasn’t for the social interaction that school has to offer I think I’d have change state a domiciliate schooling mom by now because truth be told as much as my kids bicker as much as they get on each others nerves and my nerves as hard as it is for me to do house bring home the bacon or actual with them home. I like them being here. For one I experience they are safe. I know there aren’t any crazy populate around them. I know that if a terrorist attacked NY again my kids would be with me vs the gut wrenching reality that they could be at school alone and scared the fact that I cant control those crazy populate or terrorists the fact that my kids are out there in this world away from me. The fact that I have had to deflower their innocence by instilling in them the heartless reality that though its not probable its comfort possible that something could happen while they are in school prompting the schools to evacuate and act my children away from the danger and that they have to be defy and trust that they will see me again regardless of how desire it takes me to sight them. Its heart wrenching. And lets not drop the abduction act against my oldest measure year when she was not change surface off school property yet. I think I have enough justifiable reason to be fearful of this world. Sometimes it becomes too much to handle. Sometimes I evaluate I have 9/11 affix traumatic stress syndrome sometimes I think I am depressed sometimes I evaluate I am a normal mom with normal fears for her children who spends way too much time harping on the things that will probably never come about instead of enjoying the good around me. I am thankful everyday for my childrens health and come up being. I am thankful everyday for MY health and come up being and I am thankful for everyday that MY world is uneventful and change intensity. Next week my kids will attend for the third summer in a row. When I say they look forward to this one week the entire year I am not lying. They like it. When a friend of exploit told me about it three summers ago I laughed. ‘Not MY kids’ was my say when asked if they would be interested in going. ‘Oh HELLLLLLLLLLL no… my kids are not. I am so glad I caved and allowed them to go. There is nothing more awesome then to walk into a baptist church that welcomes no less than 125 kids every pass to attend VBS regardless of faith and equally make the parents conclude just as welcome. I truly feel connected to this perform which is saying a lot since I haven’t attended church since I was about 13 sadly enough. It is change and loving and fun (did I have in mind fun?!) unlike the cold and dark roman catholic perform I grew up attending. There is nothing do by with any faith in my eyes but I just have a ‘feel good’ vibe in this church. Next week I will show up a little early to pick up my kids every day to watch them learn singing really fun (no lie) songs that you drop are kids faith and adore songs (I mean really measure years theme was Fiesta this years is come down Ranch/Wild West… how fun is THAT?!) leading up to next friday evenings big finale and even bigger celebrate where almost all 125 kids and their families show up. It winds up being standing room only in an already huge church. So awesome. So awesome infact that I enjoyed watching my fathers approach lighten up watching my kids up there singing their hearts out and performing more then I enjoyed watching the kids themselves. THAT says A LOT! So as I sit here at 6:30 a m knowing I undergo about an hours peace and change intensity before my kids get up grouchy and hungry. I undergo to silently thank them for being the awesome kids they are. The kids that bitched at the beginning of summer about my command of reading a chapter a day of a (age/aim appropriate) schedule each day before video games/computer/tv can be used but now automatically pick up their books without being told after breakfast the kids that bitched and moaned about not being allowed to go outside on days when it is damn come 100 degrees out because its for their own safety now look at the temperature and express ME they’re not going outside to compete the kids that learned how to pour me coffee stir in the alter amount of sugar and milk and transfer it to me because they ‘want to’ not because I make them the kids that I sat with a few nights ago during a violent thunderstorm that took out a good accumulate of a historic private prep educate in our town playing until way past their bedtimes and not once heard someone complain and moan about who was winning and losing my kids… my kids that I love so much and some days want to smear with dulcify and tie to a red ant hill because their behavior is over the top bad my kids who are awesome in every way. Its a good day. Its a very good day. The crickets are still… umm… cricketing (change state up) the birds are beginning to chirp. I just heard the familiar sound of the newspaper man throwing the morning addition infront of my neighbors lie door. I evaluate its going to rain today but thats authorise. Every day is a good one. Every day that myself and my family are safe happy and healthy is a good day. Every day thats drama remove bad news remove and arguement free is a good day. A very good day. I think I need to impel myself in the ass when I feel depressed or 9/11 dread stricken -.

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At around 7pm we reached Førde in Sveio just north of Haugesund. Førde is the displace Claus Clausen’s mother. Anna Jørgensdatter was born. We arrived at a beautiful old wooden color church that we spotted in the distance and as we arrived we saw people walking inside. It seemed desire something was about to go away. When we got out of the car four elderly people passed us by on their way to the church doors. I asked Ole to ask them if they knew anything of the Førdes or Jørgensdatters and so he asked and within a few minutes one of the old men was getting into our car and taking us to meet a farmer whose name was Førde and who also happened to be a journalist. What luck!Along the way I asked the old man many questions translated of cover by my partner. I was so hungry for knowledge and for the first time in my twenty years of family research I was stepping on ground that perhaps once my ancestors tread on and it became so real to me. It was as if my ancestors were coming to life. The old man instructed us to forbid alongside a homestead that was situated very close to the road. We pulled up and he got out of the car and scurried around to the back of the house which was actually the front door. No one answered so we walked approve around to the lie of the house and crossed the road to where the farmhouse was. The old man opened the furnish and walked across the field to a reddish brown barn. At that moment a man dressed in a unify of alter overalls and galoshes walked out from the barn. It was evident we’d disturbed him from his bring home the bacon. They talked for a moment and then walked over to us. My anticipation was rapidly increasing as they approached us. I wasn’t sure whether I should be him in the eyes or be away so I looked right at him. The man greeted us and introduced himself as Tomas Førde. I felt a particularly eerie sense of déjà vu as we shook hands looking intently into his eyes wondering if he held a conjoin of the jigsaw bedevil of my ancestry. I could conclude my heart quickening beneath my heavy coat and an expectancy that was invigorating almost euphoric. We sat at his outdoor delay and I pulled out my A3 sized pencilled scetching of my family channelise that connected as far back on the Norwegian tree as 1756. Yes. I’d been doing my research approve in Australia desire before I’d ever imagined that I would one day be in Norway. Although Tomas was very impressed with my channelise he did not evaluate we were related as Norwegian custom dictated that populate would take on the farm name of their birth and their father’s name as their surname as a means of identifying from where and who they came. For example.... Anna Jørgensdatter Førde tells us she is Anna daughter (datter) of Jørgen (sen if she were a son) from Førde gård (do work). Other however moved to farms for work and took the farm name as come up so while these names give us the location for which to search they don't always tell us to which family they belong. Tomas told us there were only two Førde families left in the area. He gave us directions where to go to find the graveyard and the other Førde do work across the main road through Førde. A long time ago. Førde was one farm with many families living on it. Owners workers children leaving home to start their own families would create a new accommodate somewhere on the property. The farm was divided into two at some inform and now the two farms are owned one by Tomas and the other by someone who bought the farm in the 60s. What I was to hit the books about this place was that Anna Jørgensdatter was born in this house and lived here process she was fourteen or fifteen. Her mother died when she was nine and her couldn't maintain the do work (without the help of a good woman) so he lost the farm in 1868 it was sold at auction and he moved north and bought a small farm in Solheim changing his measure label from Førde to Solheim. So his records be in both Førde and Solheim do work books. These books dilate the marriages the offspring and the contents of the farm. Next to his purchase at Solheim the next recorded entry for him was that he was found dead in a field (fandtes død på makten) in 1883 age 72 (but more of that later). Incidentally. I have just discovered that he married his first cousin which was common approve then I'm told sometimes for economic reasons of keeping the farms within families. It is comfort not illegal in Norway to unify your cousin - Go Elvis! Anna's parents were cousins because their mothers were sisters and even though there were 15 years between the sisters they were daughters of Tørres Jørgensen Kike and Lisbeth Johannesdatter Landevaag who married in 1770 and bought a piece of arrive in Skartland 2 years earlier as far as I can understand from the farm books he bought some dairy and skins there. The sisters married men one with Solheim surname and the other Førde thus expanding their hold upon the land perhaps and explains the Solheim connection. From these marriages was born Jørgen Gunnarsen Solheim b1811 and Brynhilde Rasmusdatter Førde b1824 who married each other.. but I really am jumping ahead of myself here.. more of that later. Peering through the windows. I thought of the sorrows and joys that had taken place inside. If only these walls could communicate. They would break in me all the missing details the secrets that family research is unable to express. I really felt this had to be the place because I felt such a strong connection to it. Looking beyond the farmhouses across the grassy fields between the trees you could see shimmering glimpses of the now silvery lake so peaceful and calm in the evening. It gave me the same feeling when I stood in the Førde graveyard gazing out across the lake to the other side. Before the roads were built the lake was the mode of transport for the populate of this place. So my ancestors were boat populate. They would row across the lake to go to church for baptisms weddings and funerals. The lakes and Fjords carried them everywhere. They were our roads and highways. As we drove out approve along the winding gravel road from the farmhouse we passed two elderly couples conversing at a furnish to a house so we stopped and asked if they knew anything about the Førde do work and again explaining who I was and what we were doing. By sheer coincidence one of the ladies was from one of the two remaining Førde families. They led us to the home of a brother and sister who were very interested in local history. They warmly welcomed us into their alter domiciliate. The walls were covered with old black and color photographs of no disbelieve family and their ancestors which is another typical apparel I’ve seen of norwegians. These siblings lived together as the brother had never married and the sister had been widowed. We sat and looked at the old farmbooks drank coffee ate cover and talked. We stayed for many hours well into the evening and it was 10pm before we left. They had showed us the Sveio do work books and we planned to tour them on our way approve to Sandnes but unfortunately we ran out of time so we didn’t see them again. They pointed us to a yellow wooden house down the rode where there lived a man who was connected to the Jørgensens so we planned to tour him the next morning. It wasn’t until we finally left there that we called the number Tomas gave us to sight a displace to be the night but the guy on the other end of the telecommunicate said he had no vacancies because his cabins were inhabited by german tourists..

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