I am working on moving this Blog to here.. http://mywalkingpath.com/
I haven’t posted yet, I will change this sentence when I do 🙂
I am working on moving this Blog to here.. http://mywalkingpath.com/
I haven’t posted yet, I will change this sentence when I do 🙂
*Warning some words in video maybe inappropriate for children*
I wrote the below email yesterday and then emailed it out to a few politicians in Illinois.
See the list at the bottom, a few of the addresses went through their personal web sites.
It seems that luck has been very evasive for everyone. I would hope for some golden fairy dust to end all dismal grey, insanity dust that seems to be floating around.
Today, I am debating how to make some cash to pay my taxes. I would love to get a job writing, or just getting paid to do any type of work. If you have work for me email me: email@example.com.
Really, not kidding!
This past week has been …interesting. I decided to do a rap-poetry rant on YouTube, (I am stuck to what else to do) its aimed at my step-daughters biological mother. I use the word frackin so it is not for little ones.
Here is the email.
“Help! My husband has been going to court for eleven years, at theMcHenry country courthouse in Woodstock Illinois, for his daughter, M, who is now sixteen and a junior at Hampshire High School.
Michael’s daughter lived with him and went to kindergarten in Huntley Illinois, until he filed to have paper work written up to insure his fathers’ rights.(2001), at that point Carol ran off and hid M. Michael’s lawyer had to get an order for Michael to see his daughter.
We were married in 2002 and he moved in with me in Hampshire Illinois, Kane County.
Michael has had full custody since spring of (2006). Michael got hurt in car (not his fault) accident in 2004. Then he got SSD in 2006, and the back child support was given to her mother, at that point, Carol dropped M off at our door. She tried to control the SSD child support money and threatened to take M away if we told anyone she lived here, Michael ignored her and we reported that she lived with us.
We have been living a nightmare with the courts and with, Carol Momani. She gets away with everything. She is fantastic at lying. She has tossed garbage at us, lied to have us arrested, threatened our lives, sicced her many boyfriends on us. Her family members have tried to damage our property and driveway. She won’t talk to us, she screams and yells and threatens. She got married last year and her new husband doesn’t want to drive.
The reason I am writing this is that our lawyer messed up last week and signed it Without Michael’s permission, an order written up by Carol’s lawyer, and the judge signed it.
Michael sent his lawyer an email last October, “Carol O’Shaughnessy is as of today $10,656.00 behind in her court ordered child support.”… “I reported her to DHS in mid-September and the day I left the message for you I had received a letter informing me that Carol’s wages will begin being garnished as per the current court order.”
My husband has been in touch with DHS, so signing anything to reduce her back child support is ridiculous.
The court order (01-FA-23) signed last week cut her back child support nearly in half. WHY!!
My husband who is disabled and only able to drive locally (unless he has a seizure, which he did from the stress from this past week. ) was ordered , by that new judge to drive M to a half-way point. He can’t drive at all. He has a doctor’s appointment on the 23rd of October, so he doesn’t have paper work to back him up. But, it is in the court file, because the last judge tossed this out ‘Michael having to drive’, due to his health issues.
My husband tried to talk to Carol telling her that this was a very dangerous situation, she told him she didn’t care. She also got on the phone with my stepdaughter and laughed telling M that she couldn’t wait to get Michael thrown in jail.
How could this have happened? This is unbelievable to me, that a judge would order a disabled man to drive for an able body person.
Whoa, I just got a letter from the county!! Literally, a knock on the door and the mail person stood there with a letter from the county!
Kane county doesn’t take payments on taxes!! I am behind on the second payment. I just got a letter saying that my taxes are being sold- we cannot even make payments in Kane County. Kane County doesn’t take payments! I emailed Kane County and got response ‘not my job’ I finally got to the right department and was told they don’t take payments. Really, in this economy you don’t take payments…
My husband and I are both disabled. We try, and try and keep getting kicked in the teeth by people who lie and cheat.
I am writing to you because I have no idea how to stop this from happening, so I wrote this and sent it out.
Judge James S. Cou..? if he read the file how could he have signed such an order?
Thank you for your help,”
Tim Schmitz, Illinois State Representative
Jack Franks- State Representative
Chris Lauzen, 25th, State Senator
Timothy L. Schmitz, 49th, State Representative
Richard J. Durbin, US Senator
Pat Quinn, Governor
Sheila Simon, Lieutenant Governor
Lisa Madigan, Attorney General
Jesse White, Secretary of State
Dan Rutherford, Treasurer
Congressman Randy Hultgren …http://hultgren.house.gov/contact-us/
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The founder and owner of, Men with Pens, James Chartrand, (her pen name) has a business writing course, Damn Fine Words, which is starting on September 3rd
She is also running a contest; it ends as the business-writing course begins on September 3rd.
Information on the contest:
Writing is important to me because … I ‘need’ to use the written word to make money. Luckily, for me the very act of writing makes me happy, because it is not generating any income.
At this point, I feel like I am writing something for school. You know, that dreaded paper that every teacher asks you to write. ‘How I spent my summer vacation…’
I have no idea where I am going with this, so I might as well ramble on.
Last year, my fifteen year old complained about how much homework she was getting in her English literature class. When I had her show me the offending material, I was amazed and jealous of all the tutoring she was getting, everything from how to write a plot and characterization, to the ability to read and discuss literature at a college level.
We talked about how well she understood the class and her only complaint was that some of her classmates were trying to get out of doing their own homework. They would use sibling’s old papers or even get their parents to do their homework.
“Wouldn’t it be great,” I said. “If the schools made parents take one class with their kids?”
Her answer was a silent glare. Teenagers can speak volumes without moving their mouths, and say absolutely nothing after talking for an hour.
“I would sign up in a heartbeat to take this class.” I said that aloud. She said nothing.
I took my high school years for granted. The classes were just something I had to get through on the way to life, not realizing that life was right in front of me, never behind never ahead, just now.
I never know when to shut up so I added. “My classes never had the content that yours have.”
Having an adult tell you that ‘your’ schoolwork is harder than theirs ever was, well, all the rolling eyes and heavy sighing let me know she was not taking it as a compliment.
Writing, for me, was something I wanted to do after I opened that first page of my mother’s encyclopedias, neatly placed, on a small bookcase in the living room. I remember asking who made the books.
The answer I got was, “A writer.”
I often wonder if I were told, salesman or bookbinder or even garbage man, would I have felt that tugging at my soul. Maybe it was God who whispered ‘Writer’ in my ear.
Let me try again.
In order to take my writing to the next level, which would be marketing and ‘what-ever’ I am missing. I just know that I need to learn a completely new way of looking at my writing, and my life. Doing anything well is a progress, steps need to be taken, no jumping ahead I may miss something important. Learning the right steps helps keep me on the right track.
Earlier this year
*I posted another article on this contest here…WikiHook come by and read. 🙂
Anyone interested in trying out for a free class. Paste your link on the Men With Pens site. Do it soon! The contest ends on September 3rd.
Good Luck to all
by Gerardine Baugh
moments before had pounded the roof and quenched the needs of my garden.
As the rains slowed the setting sun slipped around the fast moving clouds.
bluish-black tinged with yellow edges of gold,
quiet pillars of God’s rays mirrored inside those clouds painting a rainbow and exposing an invisible edge.
An edge of a planet that stays out of sight,
except when the earth drinks from the sky,
soaking up color,
then spiraling back to the Earth.
Giving rise to songs as it appears,
within a semicircle of color and hope.
Then quietly disappears.
I couldn’t believe the way the snow came down today, and just last week it was hot, and I mean uncomfortably hot, somewhere near ninety..
I posted this poem for today’s prompt “write a snapshot poem” this afternoon I also took this video with the new camera, – it’s a Nikon.
Link to poem a day challenge: http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2011/04/16/2011AprilPADChallengeDay16.aspx
I used up the Cannon after eight months and the Sony barely made it a month. I had bought the extended warranty at Best Buy so I was able to try different cameras. So far the Nikon is the best.
Michael is beginning to think cameras don’t’ like me. I keep explaining that some electronics have gremlins in them
I thought I would have trouble with setting up a video, then I found using, Microsoft Live I could fix it and upload it to YouTube
Here’s April 16th, 2011’s poem..
by Gerardine Baugh
It is snowing
Uriah runs up to me
His thick coat is covered in water droplets
Looking up, he gives me a doggy grin
Knowing what’s coming I cringe and step back
He begins to shake
That, slow movement
Only his pudgy, furry body can accomplish.
Where he turns his head one way, and
His body fat slips in the other direction
Water is launched from the ends of his fur
Encompassing him in a shower of reflected light
I turned my back on him and the wind
My hair covers my eyes
Snow blasts past me
An invisible serpent writhing as an updraft
Bellowing out my coat it slides up the naked trees.
Gathering up dry leaves from the ground, and
Playing with them around the tree tops
In a millisecond, sound stops
Then, the winds skate back down the trees
Raining brown leaves within the white snow
Slipping across the grass, then
Like a playful child, pulls at my legs
Snowflakes hit my face stinging cold
Uriah doesn’t seem to notice the wind, or the cold snow
He whines and nudges at my hand for a treat
I haven’t posted since the end of the Haiku challenge. I have been busy, busy, busy- pulling my hair out and wondering what sort of blockage is holding my muse for ransom..
Then a couple of days ago I stumbled on an article, then lost it later or I would post the link here:-( That article was an interview with a new author he or she was asked when the next book would be out, the writer said “never!” That writing that one book was horrible, he/she had no life and the mental distress it caused him/her was over whelming. I had a good laugh, then pulled out my crumpled up chapters and started over.
|“You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you’re working on another one. If you have talent, you will receive some measure of success – but only if you persist.”|
|~Isaac Asimov I also decided to make an attempt at a daily poem for April- April is the month for a poem a day challenge. I wrote a little blurb on the examiner.http://www.examiner.com/writing-179-in-chicago/gerardine-baugh I started-I am following, Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer…http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
I have been sending my submissions to him through email, instead of posting on his site in the comments section. But today, I will post that poem here, and on his Blog.
I don’t get feedback by emailing him, I really don’t even know if he is getting the emails. I wanted to keep some poems unpublished, and that would be done by entering his poem a day challenge by email and not on a public forum.
I have great admiration for William, his muse never sleeps. http://www.williamm49.blogspot.com/
Uriah is doing well, he wants the weather to warm up so pecan go hunting rabbits not that he ever caught one.
For April 4, 2011, Robert’s instructions were to “pick a type of person and write a poem about him or her”
I picked it apart so many times I didn’t know what I started with, I cut it up to only a few words then decided on the longer version.
Without further ado here’s todays poem.
By Gerardine Baugh
None is more obvious than in the stance of a teenager waiting for the morning bus,
Dragging her feet across the gravel driveway she stops and stares down the road, facing away from the winds that burned her cheeks and lodged dust in her hair and eyes.
With a heavy sigh she brushes hair from her face she was hoping for a few quiet minutes on the bus to study for an algebra test, all but forgotten last night, opting instead to spend hours on the phone texting about guys.
The bus pulled to a squealing stop floating heads lean asleep against the windows no one is talking that morning ritual was left back at middle school when everyone was a chattering cercocebus.
Now excited banter is used on the ride home, an unspoken rule set by upperclassmen studying or partying or sleeping in unison, until they wake up to off color humor and mistrusts.
In one fluid movement she sets her book bag on her lap as she takes the last empty seat behind the driver hoping for a day free of surprises.
Fishing around in her bag she pockets change for the cafeteria, and pulls out a math book falling into its pages unaffected by her growling stomach and the erratic rocking of the school bus.
Life makes a sound
Rattles, Sings, Roars and Whistles
Can you hear your life?
Rush, rush, rush! Ease up
Life comes at you full speed,
Step off the tracks and rest
Walk the rail, kick the gravel
Dance forward, feel the vibration
Just don’t forget, home
This is the last day of The Haiku Challenge. I had fun! I hope you enjoyed reading my Haikus and you followed the links to other poets. Maybe you wrote a few yourself, If not, try it!
The snow is melting, sort of. Everything is covered in a very, slippery coating of ice, right now it’s glistening in the sunlight. Such dangerous beauty! I finally got a camera that works; now I need to set up the software and start snapping pictures. See you outside on our walking path..:-)
Here is the link to the last day of the Haiku Challenge Blog…http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2011/02/haiku-challenge-28-days-28-haikus-day_8843.html