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Ah, but I am a baby...an Adult Baby!KBoy said:That's cute Bobbi, sometimes when I read you talking about engines, plane crashes, autism, I completely forget that you are a baby
Just rambling...
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Bobby Sue this site was a teen site in the beginning. When a lawyer e consulted it was found out parents could sue people chatting to under age people. Now All of us care for any one that is under age.
But I was alone many years until I discovered dpf. I was in my 20s.
They must find there own way.
We all did it can make the community look bad we don't need anymore black eyes.
A friend hug your way
But I was alone many years until I discovered dpf. I was in my 20s.
They must find there own way.
We all did it can make the community look bad we don't need anymore black eyes.
A friend hug your way
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I know.
I know...thank you.
I know...thank you.
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Well, life goes on. And another development emerges...
I got back today from St. Paddy's Day shopping and talked with my landlord/friend to arrange use of the turkey/slow-cooker for the two briskets & veggies on that day (am also guinea-pigging a recipe for Irish soda bread). And he and I talked some as he played his MMORP game...
He offered me a project: the living room upstairs, which isn't used by any of us, makes an appealing bedroom-conversion candidate and would be the biggest bedroom in the upstairs. We did some initial brainstorming as we talked: replacing the large window with two smaller ones, walling it off between the front door & middle wall (putting in a door there, too) and walling off the big passage between it and the dining room (with another door there as well). I assured him I can do it with the greatest of ease, some 2x4s & nails, a bit of drywall & mud...and a little time. He offered to give me a month or two of free rent for labor. He wants another tenant in the place to make a little extra monthly dough...
...he also told me the new tenant would get my current room, which stunned me. "Oh...where am I gonna live?"
"You get the room you're working on."
My brain instantly chewed up the data: my current room is 10-foot-4 by 13-foot-6, currently the biggest in the upstairs; this new room would be 13-foot-6 by 16-foot-zero. A dramatic increase in space. Room for my crib, rocking chair, high-chair, mini-fridge, clothes, toys, you name it...and ample space to play on the floor! Ready access to the kitchen, to boot!
My landlord/friend had told me many times he and his wife don't want me to go. Several times they told me I had a place to live out the rest of my days if I wanted to. And that wasn't exaggeration...they meant it. So, well...now I'm seriously thinking of abandoning plans of my own place. I do like it here...and I'd feel more useful here. Guess I'll roll with it, see how it works out...
I said "Okay, I'm in". I have all the tools, the skills to do this. Plus it'll keep me busy, keep my skills fresh, keep me outta trouble. I'll get the Go when it warms up reliably.
I got back today from St. Paddy's Day shopping and talked with my landlord/friend to arrange use of the turkey/slow-cooker for the two briskets & veggies on that day (am also guinea-pigging a recipe for Irish soda bread). And he and I talked some as he played his MMORP game...
He offered me a project: the living room upstairs, which isn't used by any of us, makes an appealing bedroom-conversion candidate and would be the biggest bedroom in the upstairs. We did some initial brainstorming as we talked: replacing the large window with two smaller ones, walling it off between the front door & middle wall (putting in a door there, too) and walling off the big passage between it and the dining room (with another door there as well). I assured him I can do it with the greatest of ease, some 2x4s & nails, a bit of drywall & mud...and a little time. He offered to give me a month or two of free rent for labor. He wants another tenant in the place to make a little extra monthly dough...
...he also told me the new tenant would get my current room, which stunned me. "Oh...where am I gonna live?"
"You get the room you're working on."
My brain instantly chewed up the data: my current room is 10-foot-4 by 13-foot-6, currently the biggest in the upstairs; this new room would be 13-foot-6 by 16-foot-zero. A dramatic increase in space. Room for my crib, rocking chair, high-chair, mini-fridge, clothes, toys, you name it...and ample space to play on the floor! Ready access to the kitchen, to boot!
My landlord/friend had told me many times he and his wife don't want me to go. Several times they told me I had a place to live out the rest of my days if I wanted to. And that wasn't exaggeration...they meant it. So, well...now I'm seriously thinking of abandoning plans of my own place. I do like it here...and I'd feel more useful here. Guess I'll roll with it, see how it works out...
I said "Okay, I'm in". I have all the tools, the skills to do this. Plus it'll keep me busy, keep my skills fresh, keep me outta trouble. I'll get the Go when it warms up reliably.
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That's wonderful news. I am so happy for you, especially when it comes to the acceptance, you are a sweet person and you deserve some acceptance. i know that you need it to, we all do.
Life goes on and nights grow long, plans change. Can't advice you on the "should i stay or should i go now" How could i, but i will say, whatever you do it is always a matter of Well Being, if it's good for you and it's good for everyone else then that is Well Being, something you seem to have a pretty good handle on.
Good luck Bobbi, sounds like you have a life worth loving
Life goes on and nights grow long, plans change. Can't advice you on the "should i stay or should i go now" How could i, but i will say, whatever you do it is always a matter of Well Being, if it's good for you and it's good for everyone else then that is Well Being, something you seem to have a pretty good handle on.
Good luck Bobbi, sounds like you have a life worth loving
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I'm so happy you can be you.
Let's say you have a family.
That means a lot in life.
Let's say you have a family.
That means a lot in life.
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The other day, I ordered two 3-inch autism puzzle-piece decals in silver...and they're on the way.
When they arrive, they get black lettering on the bottom, saying #LostPieces; they represent all people, living and gone, who never got the benefit of awareness, diagnosis or acceptance; those who were written off, dismissed, bullied, assaulted, misdiagnosed, locked up, forgotten, hated...even neglected and murdered. Those who'll never share in the bounty...who never got to see the faintest light of it.
Adults of today who have autism often get discouraged, denied, turned away from the right to an answer. Caught in the gap. This is something I wanna try out, to create awareness toward greater adult autism recognition, diagnosis and acceptance.
"Because everybody deserves an answer to a mystery."
When they arrive, they get black lettering on the bottom, saying #LostPieces; they represent all people, living and gone, who never got the benefit of awareness, diagnosis or acceptance; those who were written off, dismissed, bullied, assaulted, misdiagnosed, locked up, forgotten, hated...even neglected and murdered. Those who'll never share in the bounty...who never got to see the faintest light of it.
Adults of today who have autism often get discouraged, denied, turned away from the right to an answer. Caught in the gap. This is something I wanna try out, to create awareness toward greater adult autism recognition, diagnosis and acceptance.
"Because everybody deserves an answer to a mystery."
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Well said BobbiSueEllen. A adult baby activist, that is something that will be good for our community as well. Autism is a deserving cause and much to my surprise, well represented in our abdl community. I think both will be well served by your voice.
I have been interested in what you have had to say as I have a beloved family member who is on the spectrum.
As a man who suffers from mental illness I understand how preconceived notions and down right ignorance create huge stumbling blocks for anyone who is different, or challenged in anyway.
Like the brave incontinent people stand with abdl's like me. I stand with all of my dear friends here with autism.
It's different being different.
Thanks BobbiSueEllen for shining your gentle and unique light of a subject kept to long in the dark.
I have been interested in what you have had to say as I have a beloved family member who is on the spectrum.
As a man who suffers from mental illness I understand how preconceived notions and down right ignorance create huge stumbling blocks for anyone who is different, or challenged in anyway.
Like the brave incontinent people stand with abdl's like me. I stand with all of my dear friends here with autism.
It's different being different.
Thanks BobbiSueEllen for shining your gentle and unique light of a subject kept to long in the dark.
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There are a lot that don't fit we are very unique. The big thing is getting back to liking one another.
Back when I was Young.
What I see today makes me sad.
Back when I was Young.
What I see today makes me sad.
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Sure isn't easy being a Believer in a world of preprocessed & canned McReligion...
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You and I remember all the shows had good messages helping one another crime doesn't play.
Most kids were trying to do the right things but sometimes miss understood then the parent leaned the lesson Andy Griffith gental Ben flipper.
Most kids were trying to do the right things but sometimes miss understood then the parent leaned the lesson Andy Griffith gental Ben flipper.
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Just a quick visit back to the upcoming construction project. It maybe well worth double checking local code to see if the property has any restrictions to the number of 'rentable' rooms that can be rented and what requirements are added when an additional room is added. Thing like; fire code, additional access to the second floor requirements, permits, etc.
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What a bad week for Idaho: there was a shooting at a Boise hospital here on Wednesday where three Corrections officers were shot at as they escorted an inmate to the DOC van back to prison. The inmate escaped with the shooter and a responding officer accidentally shot a DOC officer. No fatalities and both 'men' and a female accomplice were arrested Thursday...but in the 36 hours between escape and arrest, it got worse...
Escapee Skylar Meade and shooter Nicholas Umphenour, both experienced in prison life after convictions for violent firearms crimes, were members of the Aryan Knights prison gang and took delight in violence and hate. In the 36 hours their freedom lasted, they went to northern Idaho--a known white-supremacist-dominated haven--and brutally murdered two elderly males in their hate, apparently in revenge. One male was walking his dogs when he was ambushed, leaving said dogs and a wife behind; another victim was a male, obviously killed for his status: a gay male seeking solace & privacy from the heavy pro-hetero majority of northern Idaho. Both males were known by both 'suspects'.
Both Meade and Umphenour were captured in the afternoon of March 21, along with a female who aided & abetted them by housing, feeding and driving them around. They were caught after a 100-mph chase in Twin Falls.
It's safe to say at least one of the male 'suspects' will be tried with the death penalty in mind, perhaps both. The investigation is ongoing.
Escapee Skylar Meade and shooter Nicholas Umphenour, both experienced in prison life after convictions for violent firearms crimes, were members of the Aryan Knights prison gang and took delight in violence and hate. In the 36 hours their freedom lasted, they went to northern Idaho--a known white-supremacist-dominated haven--and brutally murdered two elderly males in their hate, apparently in revenge. One male was walking his dogs when he was ambushed, leaving said dogs and a wife behind; another victim was a male, obviously killed for his status: a gay male seeking solace & privacy from the heavy pro-hetero majority of northern Idaho. Both males were known by both 'suspects'.
Both Meade and Umphenour were captured in the afternoon of March 21, along with a female who aided & abetted them by housing, feeding and driving them around. They were caught after a 100-mph chase in Twin Falls.
It's safe to say at least one of the male 'suspects' will be tried with the death penalty in mind, perhaps both. The investigation is ongoing.
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Take care good friend, as hate /bias flow both ways! Revenge implies knowing and it sounds more like a terror outing with the 'want' to kill and those folks happen to be in the wrong place.
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It's already known these murders were not random and were premeditated. Both suspects knew and were helped by these victims years ago; both victims sheltered and attempted to help the suspects as troubled youths. That's what came out in the wash so far.Edgewater said:
What disturbs me is that the prison 'system' has lost both initiative and control because of prison gangs. Hate and violence flourish in prisons. I sometimes wonder just what is being 'corrected'...
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i have had many friends in prison, haven't been myself. My nephew looked like a skeleton coming out. Savage. i'm sorry Bobbi, Edgewater, i know that you are both nice people, it's heartbreaking.
We have violent crime, hatred and madness... here in paradise.
These things break me as well and i mostly don't watch the News.
All you can do is love yourself, your friends and family.
And try to be brave...
We have violent crime, hatred and madness... here in paradise.
These things break me as well and i mostly don't watch the News.
All you can do is love yourself, your friends and family.
And try to be brave...
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Moscow.....
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Moscow, Idaho?KBoy said:
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be glad it wasn't....
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Okay, a story I wanted to tell @mistykitty at-length...and anyone else is invited to read along...
It was December 1, 1984: father and I slept overnight in the truck at the entrance to the Ford Arizona Proving Grounds...in a Ford F350 HD Super Cab truck, no less. We originated out of Seattle, taking a 35-foot, triple-axle flatbed trailer behind us, upon which was tied a Hughes 500C helicopter, sans tail & main rotors. The same type of helo as used by TC on Magnum, P.I....but TC's D-model had a T-tail, our C had a "Y-tail".
We both got up, wearily got the sleep out of our eyes and looked around: it was a clear, bright, warm day despite being late fall, with an intense sun shining into the cab. We were used to sleeping on the road, in vehicles, but it still made for a slightly-wearier morning...but we saved money over a motel. The weather across the Cascades outside of Seattle & then the Rockies was pret-ty bad, as we'd tried to make that route a few days earlier in heavy snow and were forced to turn back 15 miles from the Snoqualmie Summit. We decided the price of extra gas was worth taking the longer, warmer route. So now we got into our seats, started up as Ford's surveillance cameras spied on us, put 'er in D, started moving...we stopped because the Proving Grounds gate then opened wide and out came a brand-new Ford F350 Super Cab...with a very weird nose-hood arrangement. We pulled in behind, we both got onto eastbound Interstate 40 for Kingman, for gas, for breakfast. That other Ford truck hit the left lane, hit 100 mph and was gone out of sight before we knew it.
On to Kingman, the morning sun to our right-rear. We got there, stopped for gasoline, got breakfast sandwiches, coffee and cocoa. Back in the truck, we'd both discussed how Kingman had it in for us, with all the mechanical breakdowns we'd suffered either in or outside of Kingman. It was family legend, well-marked: blown tire, sheared rear axle, blown radiator, transmission failure. Those were our prior tragedies. "The Kingman Curse".
And I'm pleased to announce that on this occasion, we did not at all suffer one mechanical malady before, during or after Kingman this time around. But we didn't leave it untouched. And here's why...
Five miles east of Kingman, headed to Wichita to drop off the helo and the trailer for a cool $15,000 (worth a lot in 1984!), we were cruising at 60 mph, talking: father had been out of work for 3 weeks since his employer had to declare bankruptcy and liquidate all assets, and the airport's client, an aircraft insurance underwriter, bought some of the assets at auction; in turn, to show their gratitude to my father, they gave him the triple-axle trailer, one complete Hughes 500C basket-case parts helicopter and temporary use of the truck for this mission. We were still talking it up when we heard it...
*tonk!*
It was loudish, rather quick and just barely felt. "What the hell was that???" we asked each other...I said "Let me look back behind us, make sure we still got everything", of course knowing that we always assured our load's lines were taut during stops. But a rope could've given way, could be flopping behind in the slipstream. I turned my head full around to look, casually. That feeling didn't last long.
"Pull over! Pull over right now!!!" I said, loudly and tersely. Underneath the Hughes 500C's belly atop its tall skids, I saw it all: coming up behind us, fast, was a musclecar which must've been doing 100, easy. That wasn't so much the problem, as was the fact that right behind it was 15 (I counted 'em later) Dodge Diplomat police cars, gumballs full-blaze, three-abreast on the 2-lane freeway...and staggered. I started wondering if we, by chance, took a bullet, thinking about that noise and the current circumstances. But we were almost fully off on the right shoulder and the musclecar now was 800 feet or less behind, still at breakneck speed.
Before we came to a full stop, that musclecar suddenly darted hard-left, exited the eastbound, got into the dipped median, still speeding hard, came up the other side...and with my jaw dropped, the car caught air, became airborne into oncoming traffic. The whole scene now cleared the underbody of the helo and was now wide-open visible to my right of its fuselage, showing the musclecar clearing the left-lane traffic by what seemed like mere inches, then hitting a FedEx double-box semi right between the boxes, resulting in a brief, dim but huge fireball on impact. The musclecar severed the 'train'; the rear box's front separated from its bogey and fell, getting dragged as it all slowed & stopped. What was left to see, once the semi cleared by, was thick, black smoke rising from said car after it plowed through the box, hit the embankment on the westbound right side and stopped in a cloud of dirt. The cop cars swarmed in immediately, cops emerging with guns drawn. All traffic on both sides was now fully stopped.
I don't think anyone could've lived through that. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
Father and I stayed a few minutes more, inspecting the helo, the tires, the truck for bullet holes. We found none. Certain that all was okay in our particular world, we got back in the truck, slowly pulled away, back on the freeway in the warming Arizona late-fall morning, kept going doing 60. And began talking about The Kingman Curse...and how it somehow got to us again. Father got his coffee, started sipping. I reached down for my cocoa, eager for my own chocolatey sip...
...it wasn't there. I'd left it on the flatbed trailer in all the excitement. It was now splattered all over the eastbound Interstate 40 right shoulder, 5 miles east of Kingman. Guess it decided to get to me, too. The Curse.
"KINGMAAAAAAN!!!"
It was December 1, 1984: father and I slept overnight in the truck at the entrance to the Ford Arizona Proving Grounds...in a Ford F350 HD Super Cab truck, no less. We originated out of Seattle, taking a 35-foot, triple-axle flatbed trailer behind us, upon which was tied a Hughes 500C helicopter, sans tail & main rotors. The same type of helo as used by TC on Magnum, P.I....but TC's D-model had a T-tail, our C had a "Y-tail".
We both got up, wearily got the sleep out of our eyes and looked around: it was a clear, bright, warm day despite being late fall, with an intense sun shining into the cab. We were used to sleeping on the road, in vehicles, but it still made for a slightly-wearier morning...but we saved money over a motel. The weather across the Cascades outside of Seattle & then the Rockies was pret-ty bad, as we'd tried to make that route a few days earlier in heavy snow and were forced to turn back 15 miles from the Snoqualmie Summit. We decided the price of extra gas was worth taking the longer, warmer route. So now we got into our seats, started up as Ford's surveillance cameras spied on us, put 'er in D, started moving...we stopped because the Proving Grounds gate then opened wide and out came a brand-new Ford F350 Super Cab...with a very weird nose-hood arrangement. We pulled in behind, we both got onto eastbound Interstate 40 for Kingman, for gas, for breakfast. That other Ford truck hit the left lane, hit 100 mph and was gone out of sight before we knew it.
On to Kingman, the morning sun to our right-rear. We got there, stopped for gasoline, got breakfast sandwiches, coffee and cocoa. Back in the truck, we'd both discussed how Kingman had it in for us, with all the mechanical breakdowns we'd suffered either in or outside of Kingman. It was family legend, well-marked: blown tire, sheared rear axle, blown radiator, transmission failure. Those were our prior tragedies. "The Kingman Curse".
And I'm pleased to announce that on this occasion, we did not at all suffer one mechanical malady before, during or after Kingman this time around. But we didn't leave it untouched. And here's why...
Five miles east of Kingman, headed to Wichita to drop off the helo and the trailer for a cool $15,000 (worth a lot in 1984!), we were cruising at 60 mph, talking: father had been out of work for 3 weeks since his employer had to declare bankruptcy and liquidate all assets, and the airport's client, an aircraft insurance underwriter, bought some of the assets at auction; in turn, to show their gratitude to my father, they gave him the triple-axle trailer, one complete Hughes 500C basket-case parts helicopter and temporary use of the truck for this mission. We were still talking it up when we heard it...
*tonk!*
It was loudish, rather quick and just barely felt. "What the hell was that???" we asked each other...I said "Let me look back behind us, make sure we still got everything", of course knowing that we always assured our load's lines were taut during stops. But a rope could've given way, could be flopping behind in the slipstream. I turned my head full around to look, casually. That feeling didn't last long.
"Pull over! Pull over right now!!!" I said, loudly and tersely. Underneath the Hughes 500C's belly atop its tall skids, I saw it all: coming up behind us, fast, was a musclecar which must've been doing 100, easy. That wasn't so much the problem, as was the fact that right behind it was 15 (I counted 'em later) Dodge Diplomat police cars, gumballs full-blaze, three-abreast on the 2-lane freeway...and staggered. I started wondering if we, by chance, took a bullet, thinking about that noise and the current circumstances. But we were almost fully off on the right shoulder and the musclecar now was 800 feet or less behind, still at breakneck speed.
Before we came to a full stop, that musclecar suddenly darted hard-left, exited the eastbound, got into the dipped median, still speeding hard, came up the other side...and with my jaw dropped, the car caught air, became airborne into oncoming traffic. The whole scene now cleared the underbody of the helo and was now wide-open visible to my right of its fuselage, showing the musclecar clearing the left-lane traffic by what seemed like mere inches, then hitting a FedEx double-box semi right between the boxes, resulting in a brief, dim but huge fireball on impact. The musclecar severed the 'train'; the rear box's front separated from its bogey and fell, getting dragged as it all slowed & stopped. What was left to see, once the semi cleared by, was thick, black smoke rising from said car after it plowed through the box, hit the embankment on the westbound right side and stopped in a cloud of dirt. The cop cars swarmed in immediately, cops emerging with guns drawn. All traffic on both sides was now fully stopped.
I don't think anyone could've lived through that. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
Father and I stayed a few minutes more, inspecting the helo, the tires, the truck for bullet holes. We found none. Certain that all was okay in our particular world, we got back in the truck, slowly pulled away, back on the freeway in the warming Arizona late-fall morning, kept going doing 60. And began talking about The Kingman Curse...and how it somehow got to us again. Father got his coffee, started sipping. I reached down for my cocoa, eager for my own chocolatey sip...
...it wasn't there. I'd left it on the flatbed trailer in all the excitement. It was now splattered all over the eastbound Interstate 40 right shoulder, 5 miles east of Kingman. Guess it decided to get to me, too. The Curse.
"KINGMAAAAAAN!!!"
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