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      • hello Laurie Fessler
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      • In response to: "What is the one thing you consistently spill on yourself?" My husband sometimes brings me coffee in the mornings and I slurp it so enthusiastically, I spill it on the T-shirts I sleep in. Purple, pink, white,soft shirts now all stained with aromatic coffee.
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    • Stand By Your...Friend, Family...Whatever

      • Not only do I feel uncomfortable when I see someone who is being made fun of, I leap into their world automatically becoming "Super-Defender" on behalf of anyone who is being embarrassed. I hate to see people put on the spot especially if they are awkward or feel uncomfortable. I feel so bad for them especially if the other person is a bully. I will just leap with my invisible cape and dazzling smile, into the conversation on behalf of the victim. I'll make perfect sense and offer a good counter argument as well.
        It's just when it comes to myself that the answers sometimes come later. I should have been a lawyer, a public defender but it's a little late for that now. Unless they have done something illegal, I will always defend a friend or a family member, a loved one, no matter what. I think it's called LOYALTY. There should be more of it in this world.

      • answered by hibernationnow on 05/08/2013
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    • Which season? Seriously?

      • You're kidding right? As if there was a choice, at least for me....Anyone who knows me is probably laughing right now. Fall hardening into winter? Not a chance in the world. Ever. I hate the winter, hate to be cold, hate the length of winter, the snow and ice. Nothing appeals to me about long winters, I've been begging to move to a warmer climate but we can't do that just yet.
        I know people say that because we have these long winters we appreciate spring more but I have to say I don't think there is anyone else that appreciates spring more than me. The beauty of a blue sky, sun warming my shoulders, daffodils popping up, the first crocus, I am grateful for each and every one of them. The cardinals come home, chirping their happy song, flying through the sky, their red coats, like a flash of reward and hope.

      • answered by hibernationnow on 05/05/2013
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    • My Dog Lexi Said......

      • Chomp, chomp. What? What do you mean "what am I thinking about?" I'm not thinking, I'm enjoying my juicy bone. Now what? Don't interrupt me. Chomp, chomp. I don't care if it is a writing exercise, you can SEE what I am doing. I am eating (or trying to eat) my bone. B-O-N-E. Nothing matters more to me now than this slimy, yummy, bone. I know you ADOPTED me from the animal shelter, you don't have to guilt me but I am not feeling anything except that I may have to leave my cozy position on the bed and take my bone elsewhere. Okay, here's the deal, you leave me alone to eat my bone (oh, did I forget to say Thank you?? THANK YOU) and you go back to whatever you are doing. When we are both finished I will give you kisses, I will cuddle with you, I will lick your feet and I won't leave your side. I will always protect you. Yes, I am your best friend. But, food is as important to me as it is to you. Right? See you back here in ten minutes. Oh, and if you have any leftovers, I'd be happy to help you, Mama. Love, Lexi

      • answered by hibernationnow on 04/26/2013
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    • Viennese Music Brings Me Back

      • My father, when he was alive and happy, would always blast the stereo in the living room playing Viennese music/waltzes. I remember as a teenager when I would come off the elevator, which was down a long hallway, and hear that music that practically deafened me. It was so embarrassing to me. Once, I forgot my key so I rang the doorbell repeatedly for him to open the door. Nothing. I started banging on the door with my fists, getting angry and frustrated and just wanting to go inside. Finally, I think my mother heard me and opened the door. Every time now, as an adult, I hear a Viennese waltz, Der Fledermaus or the Blue Danube, I wish with all my heart, that my father was still alive, playing music loudly, him whistling happily and me, just watching, grinning and appreciating him. Just one more time would be enough but I've lost that chance forever.

      • answered by hibernationnow on 04/25/2013
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    • Charitable Donations From Me


      • One Million to Pediatric Cancer

        One Million to Young Adult Cancer, In Honor of the wonderful Suleika Jahoud

        One Million to Heart Sisters for Carolyn Thomas' Research on Heart Attacks for Women

        Two Million for Cancer Research Developing New Cures and Treatment and Prevention

      • answered by hibernationnow on 04/25/2013
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