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 The Other Side Of Me
 

Posted by prisonerofhope at 11:47 AM - 15 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Dear Friends
 

Dear Friends,


I am feeling a bit sad tonight.

Over the past few days I have become aware that there is another round of arguing and hurt feelings on the blogstream.

I am not judging anyone. Lucy and I have had our share of problems and I know it was hard for others to sort out what was right, what was wrong and what the truth was in the mix. It was interesting that the problems that both of us had were lumped together, but they were really kind of different. Both of us deactivated for a time and both of us realized not only how much we missed our friends that we have made here, but how much the blogstream has become part of our lives. I still miss not having Lucy around as much as she used to be. It's not the same without her here.

I haven't been posting very much this summer, just as I didn't last summer. It's hard to for me to find very much time when I have seven children still at home, four with drivers permits and some getting fulltime jobs that they have to be driven to. Of course we still have Gabriel and we are working to sell our main house in favor of living at the lakehouse. It's all exciting............and it's all a LOT of work. Sometimes my body hurts so much that I can hardly move to get up out of my chair. Sometimes my mind is so overwhelmed that I feel like I just need to go to sleep in order to make it stop spinning.

I want you all to know though that I love you all, miss you all and hope and pray that whoever is mad at whoever will all kiss and make up.

It's hard to get along with people all the time, isn't it? Don't we all have our 'moments' in life? Don't we all say and do things that hurt someone we love sometimes?

I know I do. I do alot.

There is so much more I could say.........I don't know how much more would be fruitful though.

I love you all.

I know some of you more than others but there is not a one of you who I have not loved and cared about.

If I don't visit your blog very much, please be assured that it is NOT because I don't care or don't like you. It's truly because I don't have TIME. Anyone who has known me any length of time knows that I spend a great deal more time on the computer in the winter than I do in the summer. As I am a walker, swimmer, bike rider, gardener etc. it will probably always be that way.

The way I go to blogs is this. I generally try to go to the people who come to mine. Sometimes I don't even take the time to check my blog when I come on though because I just want to visit around so much and my time on the computer is so limited. My comments can sometimes be long and involved, in which case it can take my perfectionist nature up to half an hour or more to post just one comment even though I type very fast using the standard typing technique, not the hunt and peck. Other times when I come on the blogstream, I don't check the comments on my own blog and just go to the recently updated list to see who might be around. I tend to gravitate toward blogs where the blog owner is there at that time and there can be a fun interchange. Again, because my time is so limited right now, I am more apt just to fly through, post a few comments and leave. Please, PLEASE, do not take this to mean that I don't care about you or don't want to know what you are doing.

If it is any consolation, people who call me will tell you that I am even worse with the phone. Half the time I don't even have my cell phone with me.....or the battery is dead. We don't have a landline phone at the moment so that won't work either. I know I need to be more diligent about all of that, and I am trying. I actually don't really like the telephone that much because I am very visual and when I can't see you it is hard for me to gauge the conversation.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that I really hope that this is all resolved very soon and I hope that any one who has deactivated, or is planning to, won't. Please.

I don't know why anyone should care about my opinion, especially ones of you who don't know me, but I am begging you. The blogstream has been one of the major highlights of my life. I have LOVED meeting every single one of you so much. You have become my friends. Please don't leave. There is always a hole when someone leaves. I feel it even when it is a person I don't know very well.

Have a wonderful day today and meet a new blogger. Or hug an old one. What would our lives be like without the friends we've made on the blogstream? I know mine wouldn't be nearly as rich. Thanks for all you do for me.

Love,
POH
Posted by prisonerofhope at 11:59 PM - 80 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 I don't like being told what I can't do while I'm in the middle of doing it.
 

I wrote this humungous long post tonight (well, semi-humungous.....compared to what I can do when I am really motivated!) and when I went to post it I lost the WHOLE thing.

I was so frustrated.  Mr. Hope asked me to go for ice cream.  I did.  I got Peppermint Stick, one of my all-time faves.  It helped.

Well, the short story is that we are now selling our main house and moving permanently away from my dinky town that I haven't wanted to live in for 31 of the 33 years we've been here.  There is no sadness in this move for me.  Maybe there would have been before but there isn't now.  I am ready.  The lake waits for me and when I am there I feel very serene.  When I am here I generally feel uptight and tense.

I am teaching myself the in's and out's of "staging" a house for sale.  Both houses we have owned, the first when I was 19 and the cabin I sold in March, I sold myself.  The first seemed like a fluke that I sold it.  I mean, my girlfriend from high school was getting married and she and her fiance bought it.  The realtor still got his 6 % but did not have to do anything.  When I sold the cabin in less than a month in March I realized the Lord might be trying to tell me something.  Like don't hire a realtor because I can do it myself.  Again, the realtor did nothing,  but he still got his 6%.

What happened with the cabin is that the realtor didn't want to do an Open House and hadn't even gotten the ad in the paper yet, but so many people were checking it out from the road (and we were in an out of the way spot), because they saw the sign from the top of the main road, that I told my husband to get Open House signs from the realtor and I would do it myownself. 

The first two weeks after the house was listed were Palm Sunday and Easter......... so I waited.  The third week I opened the house up and had 9 different couples come through that afternoon.  One couple spent the next week scrambling for financing.  They weren't fast enough though because the following week I hosted another Open House (all by myself as Mr. Hope and kids went to church) and a couple came through that didn't need financing.  They spent three hours at the cabin looking around and talking to me and put in a purchase offer the next day.  We also got the price I had set for the property, which most people said we would NEVER get. 

If there is one thing I know it is lakefront property.  I've been studying it for over 15 years even though we didn't get a place until five years ago.

Now I'm being told that we will never get the price that I have set for our main house.  Well, we'll just see now, won't we?  I guess I don't like being told what I can't do while I'm in the middle of doing it.

BTW Scooter, if you decide you want a little vacation up in the Finger Lakes with Leetle POH,  you'll help me sell it, right?   You're the only realtor I'm trustin' these days *smooch*

I'm not around much these days, but I will be soon enough.  I love you all.
Posted by prisonerofhope at 11:51 PM - 29 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Thou heardest her..................Thou hearest me..................
 

This is a repost, but I felt that I wanted to put it up again right now.  I don't agree with everything Augustine says, but he had a grrrrreat mother.  One who prayed and wept big tears for his salvation.  Gotta love that kinna Mom.


"Leave him alone for a while", the Bishop said to Monica, "only pray God for him; he will of himself, by reading, discover what that error is, and how great it's impiety. Go thy way, and God bless thee, for it is not possible that the son of these tears should perish"
The Bishop to Monica

"God drew my soul out of the profound darkness because of my mother who wept on my behalf more than most mothers weep when their children die. Thou heardest her, O Lord. Thou heardest her, and despisedest not her tears, when pouring down, they watered the earth under her eyes in every place where she prayed; yea, Thou heardest her."
Augustine refering to his mother Monica

"God is not so much concerned with the greatness of one's work as the love with which it is done" Teresa of Avila
Posted by prisonerofhope at 11:33 PM - 53 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 I'm mad.................and I'm very, very sad
 

Okay, this is long, and if you don't want to read it that's okay.

This is the jist of my post. I'm mad. I'm mad and frustrated and everytime I hear about this on the radio or TV, or my husband brings it up I feel like I am going to go over the edge.

And I don't even know the girls personally. This was not my school district.

Why then, I can hear you asking, are you so mad and frustrated?

BECAUSE SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SINGLE SCHOOL YEAR RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL LETS OUT FOR THE SUMMER!

5 girls......count 'em FIVE, were riding in a car together on their way out to the lake at 10 pm at night. My daughter's boyfriend was traveling the exact same route at the exact same time of night only going the other way. He never saw the crash, but it must have happened within minutes of when they passed. They are all gone. Everyone of them.

The drivers SUV crossed the center line and hit a tractor trailer..........it exploded in flames. The white picket fence and front yard of the people who live in the house right where the accident occurred suffered extensive damage from the heat and flames.........that's how hot it was.

I'm sick. I'm sick to death of this.

I want to cry out...STOP!

I want to grab those parents and say, "YOU KNEW YOUR DAUGHTER HAD A JUNIOR LICENSE! AND EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T.............WHY....WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU LET ALL OF THEM DRIVE TOGETHER IN THE SAME CAR? COULDN'T YOU MAKE A SPECIAL TRIP BACK FROM YOUR LAKE, OR WAIT AT HOME UNTIL THEY WERE READY TO COME OUT SO THAT ALL THESE GIRLS DIDN'T HAVE TO RIDE TOGETHER?"

Oh.......but they WANTED to, you'll say.........they've graduated high school, donchaknow POH? What do you know anyway, POH, you old fogie?

Well, I know this..........that I have seven daughters.......and I wear myself OUT keeping track of their whereabouts and what they are doing.

I have 4 children, three girls and a boy, with drivers permits. They have driven that very same route out to the lake with our older son in the shotgun seat. You think I don't worry?

You would be DEAD WRONG.

But we NEVER let a child with a permit OR a Junior License drive with any one other than the older licensed driver in the front passenger seat. Even if it means that we have to do more of the driving ourselves.

Look at these beautiful girls.............gone............all gone.

It goes beyond sad.........it's NEEDLESS! It didn't need to happen.

Shoot! COM' ON! When are we going to LEARN????? Gosh, I'm MAD! And I am very, very sad.
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June 28, 2007 7:02 am — The nine Fairport High School graduates had a day of relaxation planned: some sunbathing, some swimming, some boating. With scorching temperatures expected to reach into the 90s Wednesday, a day at a Keuka Lake cottage seemed the perfect opportunity for the nine young women to relax together before they headed their separate ways for college. But the outing ended in a fiery tragedy Tuesday night when a sport utility vehicle carrying five of the teens slammed head-on into a tractor-trailer in Ontario County, as the other four friends watched in horror from a vehicle following behind. "It's a community nightmare. ... I'm personally devastated," school principal David Paddock said Wednesday. "Our hearts are broken. We love our kids and are crying." Paddock opened Fairport High School at 6:30 a.m. today so mourners could gather. The flag was at half-staff this morning. "Yesterday was easily the toughest day of my life," he said today. "I think it was for a lot of people." He said he did not expect students to start coming until midmorning, because they had been at the school around midnight last night. However, counselors will be available at the school all week. He said the counselors were reaching out especially to the young women who witnessed the tragedy. "It was overwhelming how much support there was for everyone yesterday," Paddock said. "I felt like I hugged a thousand people." Even Gov. Eliot Spitzer, who was in Monroe County yesterday, left Paddock a voice-mail message. "He called to tell us he's thinking of us and asked if there's anything he could do." Paddock said he planned to return the call today.

Killed in the accident were Hannah Congdon, 18; Bailey Goodman, 17; Meredith McClure, 17; Sara Monnat, 18; and Katherine "Katie" Shirley, 18. The nine friends, who graduated a week ago today, were heading to the Goodman family's cottage in two vehicles. "We saw the truck and we all started screaming," said Keisha Koneski, who was in the second vehicle. Bailey, who was driving her family's Chevrolet TrailBlazer, had passed a van, then slipped again into the oncoming lane, smashing into the tractor-trailer.

The collision of the two vehicles was so forceful that both erupted into flames. The driver of the truck was uninjured. "The fire trapped the five girls in the SUV. They were unable to escape," said Lt. Bill Gallagher of the Ontario County Sheriff's Office. "Both vehicles were engulfed. There was no chance for rescue." Said Sheriff Philip Povero: "This was ... a horrific accident (like) very few that we have seen in our years here at the Ontario County Sheriff's Office." Most of the young women had participated on the high school's cheerleading squad. "They were the nicest girls," said Elaine Deignan, the cheerleading coach. "They were the most respectful, pleasant and fun to be around. Just really good people."

A week ago, the nine young women — who had been close friends for years — walked across the stage as they basked in the formal pomp and circumstance of graduation at the Blue Cross Arena at the Community War Memorial. A future beckoned for each: One imagined herself teaching elementary school kids; another envisioned a career in communications; one already had marked the date for cheerleading tryouts at college. However, friends being friends, they were not ready to leave each other. So they scheduled a return Wednesday to the Goodman family cottage — they'd also gone there after the recent senior dance — as a chance to spend what could be some final hours together. On Tuesday evening, they left their homes in the two vehicles, planning to reach the cottage about 11 p.m. "We were all best friends and we just wanted to go out and lay on the deck and go out on the boat," Keisha said.

The cause of the tragedy on the well-traveled road of Routes 5 and 20 in East Bloomfield may never be known. Shortly after 10 p.m., as the two vehicles with the graduates drove east, Bailey passed a van. "It looks like she lost control and ended back in the westbound lane," said Gallagher of the Ontario County Sheriff's Office. Sheriff Povero said that he would not know whether alcohol played a role in the accident until autopsies had been conducted by the Monroe County Medical Examiner's Office. David M. Laverty, 50, of Olean, Cattaraugus County, was driving the tractor-trailer west on Routes 5 and 20 when he saw the SUV pass another eastbound vehicle in front of his rig, Laverty told deputies. Police said Laverty told them the SUV made it back into the eastbound lane, then crossed back over the center line and hit his tractor-trailer. Laverty tried to reach the SUV to help, but couldn't get close because of the intense heat of the fire. He could not be reached for comment Wednesday. "It's clear that the fierceness of the impact caused various fuel lines (in the truck and SUV) to rupture," Povero said. Keisha said the van that Bailey passed was driving slowly in the right lane. After almost passing the van, she said, it appeared Bailey may have thought the van was swerving toward her and she jerked back into the left lane, running head-on into the oncoming tractor-trailer. Povero said the stretch of road is clearly marked and "visibility is quite good in both directions." "I'm not aware of that particular stretch of road being of significant danger," he said.

Close behind in the other vehicle, the four friends could only watch in anguish as fire swallowed the SUV. The flames reached 50 feet in height, singeing electrical lines and burning through cable and telephone lines, Povero said. The four were transported to the hospital, and released after doctors determined they were fine. Keisha said she hardly slept afterward, but found constant comfort Wednesday from her many friends. Whenever she began to cry — and that was often, Keisha said — somebody was always nearby to offer a hug. Throughout the Perinton community Wednesday, similar and necessary expressions of support and condolences were common. In the early morning, as news of the tragedy spread, nearly 100 classmates and family gathered at the high school in a quiet solemn remembrance. Paddock, the school principal, said they watched the sun rise together. "The sun came up," he said. "I'm not sure we all thought it would." Hannah and Sara were members of the Church of the Assumption in Fairport, where the daily 11:15 a.m. Mass was filled with friends of the victims. "There were probably 300 kids here," said the Rev. Ed Palumbos.

On Wednesday night, another service was held at St. John of Rochester Church, where Meredith was in the church's Youth Group, followed by a candlelight vigil at the high school on Ayrault Road. "The girls have gone to a better place," said Mary Claypoole, whose daughter Courtney Claypoole was a cheerleader who also graduated last week. "It's everyone else that's left that's going to struggle."

Kristina Chapell, now a rising junior at Fairport High, remembers her first day at the school — a day that can be so intimidating and imposing for new students who wonder whether some bizarre rite of hazing awaits them (and rarely does). In the hall, she spotted Bailey, the cheerleader who had been designated to be her "Big Sister" the previous year when Kristina was on the freshman cheerleading squad. (Fairport High School includes 10th through 12th grades.) "She saw me and said, 'Ohmigosh, it's my little sister,' and ran up to me and hugged me," Kristina remembered. That little moment of recognition eased her through the day, she said. That sort of camaraderie was common among the cheerleading squad. Though each had their distinct personalities — some of them practical jokers, some of them taskmasters — the team members had a unique and unwavering bond, fellow cheerleaders say. On Wednesday, many of them and their families spent hours remembering the traits of their friends who had died.

Among their recollections:

# Bailey was the team's entertainment, always kidding around. "She made everyone laugh," said Kelly Ludwig, a cheerleader who also graduated. "She always had the best jokes." Bailey also found ways to keep her teammates comfortable, regardless of the intensity of competitive events, Kelly said.

# Hannah was like constant sunshine, smiling through thick and thin. "She was never negative," Keisha said. "I don't think she's ever said a mean thing to anyone," said another teammate, rising junior Tracy Critelli.

# Katie, who was a Pop Warner cheerleader, had a similar joyful disposition, her friends and family say. "She tried to keep people happy," said her father, Patrick Shirley. Katie loved to make scrapbooks and had covered her bedroom walls with hundreds of pictures of her friends. "They depended on each other," said her mother, Stephanie Shirley.

# Meredith was the team's hardest worker, diligent in her practice rituals and willing to attempt any stunt despite its degree of difficulty. "She was always the first one to be jumping, to be tumbling — to do anything," said Tracy. # Sara did not balk at giving orders — always in an amiable fashion. "She was the bossy one," joked Keisha. Sara always had words of encouragement, and knew how to motivate, her teammates say. The team gave itself a name — the 32 Angels for the 32 members of the squad. Before each competition, they'd lie on their backs, hands held, and listen to the song "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. "That was their thing," said Sue Burggraf, whose daughter, Kellyn Burggraf, was a senior on the varsity squad. "They knew how to be good teammates. They knew how to support their school." Never did they imagine that their support of each other would be as needed as it is now. "They were angels on earth," Paddock said. "Now they are angels in heaven."

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June 28, 2007 4:10 pm — The young woman behind the wheel of a vehicle involved in an accident that killed her and four other teenagers Tuesday night was violating the conditions of her license and should not have been driving, according to state motor-vehicle records. Bailey Goodman, 17, of Perinton had a class DJ, or “junior," license, according to the state Department of Motor Vehicles. She and four friends, all recent graduates from Fairport High School, where pronounced dead at the scene of the accident on Routes 5 and 20 in East Bloomfield shortly after 10 p.m. Witnesses said she was driving east to her family cottage on Keuka Lake when she swerved into the other lane and collided head on with a westbound tractor trailer. According the DMV Web site, junior drivers in upstate New York: # Must have an “accompanying driver” who is at least 21 years old. # Cannot drive after 9 p.m. unless the accompanying driver is a parent, guardian or certified instructor. # Cannot carry more than two passengers under 21 unless they’re members of the driver’s immediate family. # Are allowed to have only the accompanying driver ride in the front seat. Ontario County Sheriff’s Lt. Bill Gallagher, who is leading the crash investigation, said he was aware Bailey’s license prohibited her from driving that night. “That’ll be looked at in the investigation,” Gallagher said. “Unfortunately, she is no longer with us.” A friend of Bailey’s parents, Michael Goodman and Sharon Handler-Goodman, said the family was not prepared to talk about Bailey’s role as the driver.

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