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you can’t find it.
not found
lost girl
gone girl
I’m lost most of the time whenever I just get in a conversation
I want food

» Posted By Dayle On 02.17.2017 @ 9:30 am


To break or fall apart into small fragments, especially over a period of time as part of a process of deterioration.
A mixture of flour and butter that is rubbed to the texture of breadcrumbs and cooked as a topping for fruit.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.14.2017 @ 11:30 am


A deposit or an object with a pawnbroker as security for money lent.
A chess piece of the smallest size and value.
A person used by others for their own purposes.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.13.2017 @ 11:34 am


In social studies, guidance is needed for me when it comes to certain African countries.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.09.2017 @ 10:47 am


In a banking job, you must be very educated in money, economy, loans, finances and business.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.08.2017 @ 11:59 am


stolen food that you sister says she’ll pay you back but she ends up paying you back like 3 months later
I’m hungry now

» Posted By Dayle On 02.07.2017 @ 11:28 am


to be wanted
ice cream
great, now I’m hungry

» Posted By Dayle On 02.03.2017 @ 10:51 am


not lone
not protected
i need help

» Posted By Dayle On 02.01.2017 @ 11:34 am


men clothes
women clothes
kid clothes
hobo clothes
I’m so bored for no reason
goth clothes
dark clothes
basket case clothes
sunshine clothes
hipster clothes
just clothes, ok, gosh

» Posted By Dayle On 01.27.2017 @ 10:53 am



» Posted By Dayle On 01.25.2017 @ 11:38 am


long time
waste of time
dry eyes

» Posted By Dayle On 01.24.2017 @ 12:00 pm


Something that keeps friends close. It breaks things up when it gets out. Some of them are huge, but others are small, practically insignificant. But what people don’t know is all secrets matter. Whoever is holding it in, whether that’s one, two, or a thousand, can feel a guilt.

» Posted By Dayle On 08.03.2012 @ 11:01 pm


Conneaut Lake Park, NW PA. The Amusement Park to beat all others, at least in the mind of this 8 year old in 1969. They had a pony ride. I remember that I was allowed to ride, but that my sister could ride twice, because she was interested in horses and I just liked the ride. I remember thinking that it wasn’t fair, but also realizing that I would rather have been on the roller coaster than a brown pony anyway. Never thought about it before, but this is pretty much how our lives have turned out.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.16.2012 @ 5:43 am

I have often wondered what it would have been like to be adopted, or to adopt a child of my own. I can’t see that it would make any difference. As I’ve gotten older, the link between people is not always due to bloodlines. I’m very glad things turned out as they have, but I do wonder.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.16.2012 @ 5:39 am

I’m constantly amazed at the power of music to take us back to an emotional place. I remember in the mid-70’s, I heard Elton John sing the lyric “Butterflies are free to fly” and for some reason, that freed me in some emotional way, like a layer of ice broken through. I needed to hear that line at that exact moment. I don’t even remember what the issue was (probably typical angst) but it left an emotional image. When I hear that song, and that lyric in particular, I can still feel the release of understanding and emotion that I felt then.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.16.2012 @ 5:34 am


I find Walls to be very useful. They keep the heat out in summer and the cold out in winter. They keep nasty people out of your personal space. Of course, there are always times you want more interaction with the outside. That’s why Jim Morrison made Doors and Bill Gates made Windows.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.08.2012 @ 2:21 pm


Wannabees. They copy, they follow, they orbit around their pedestilians like dead moons around a planet. Open your eyes. You are your own planet just waiting to shine with YOUR life, not some one else’s.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.07.2012 @ 2:41 pm


I have a friend who spends his time slaying sacred cows. He’ll listen to the daily chatter, see what people whisper about, then shouts it from the rooftops, or at least the comedy club stage. I wish you the best in the future as you air the things others dare not. Thank you, my fearless court Jester.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.05.2012 @ 3:48 am

As we entered the restaurant, the sign said to rub the life-sized Indian Chief’s headdress. It explained that he would help you know exactly what you wanted to eat. The 4 of us looked at each other, shrugged, and decided “why not.” After rubbing the feathers we were shown to our table and handed our menus. Opening the menus, indeed, a different item stood out, nearly glowing, to each of us. Skeptical, we exchanged menus. Indeed, we each saw our item glowing, but no one else’s. We all decided to order “our” dish. Yes, each was exactly what we wanted to eat. As we walked out, I said “Thank You” to the Chief. I swear I heard him say “You’re welcome”. As I turned back to look him in the eye, he just stood there with that same wooden expression. We go back every chance we get … and we always get the “suggestion”. Thanks Chief.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.04.2012 @ 11:43 am


I was going to win. She wouldn’t get me. It was 84 degrees at 2:23 on the afternoon of Friday, June 3rd. We all sat in 11th grade English with Sister Mary Margaret. She started reading the Iliad at 1:00, right after lunch. The combination of the heat, the monotone voice, and the carb crash had just been too much. Tommy Zellner fell asleep first. It was then that we all noticed the ruler in her hand. At 1:07, she whacked Tommy on the back of the head and yelled “Epic”. He sat up, looking for a fight, then remembered where he was. Ruth was next: “Epic”, then Billy: “Epic”, Suzette: “Epic”. “Epic”, “Epic”, “Epic” she’d barked. I was determined to somehow stay awake for the entire 90 minutes. The whole class had fallen asleep at least once … but not me. My eyes were heavy, but I was going to beat her. I felt bad for Tim, who had fallen asleep 4 times and now had a trickle of blood running down the back of his neck. S&M (as she was known) woke each kid the same way. She seemed to enjoy it. She kept scanning the room as she read. Finally, as she read, her eyes became transfixed on me, and only me. Did she sense my weariness, like a wild animal can sense fear? I was no longer following Homer’s words. I was tracking S&M’s movements about the class. To stay awake, I was thinking of the baseball game tonight, of the swimming hole we were going to visit tomorrow and of last winter’s sledding adventures. Ding, Ding, Ding. The bell finally sounded for the end of class. As she closed the book she glared at me with that practiced Nun-schoolteacher stare that teach on Day one at the nunnery. I knew better than to say or do anything untoward. I calmly got up, picked up my books and went out to the hall. The minute my feet left the room, I smiled brightly. All my fellow classmates were standing in the hall applauding. I bowed, glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

» Posted By Dayle On 02.03.2012 @ 4:40 am


When I was little, I heard people talking about the “Festival of Lights.” I told my parents I wanted to go. They took me to the County Fair at night. I thought that was really cool. Now, I realize that they were just circumventing some religious stuff that they didn’t understand or want to explain to me. Same thing with Catechism.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.31.2012 @ 3:09 pm

f(x) used to mean nothing to me, no matter how hard I tried to understand it. Now, I use it in everyday life, not just in math, to think about processes that I deal with all the time. Happy Function Day. (Yea, I just made that up.)

» Posted By Dayle On 01.31.2012 @ 3:05 pm


He knew the odds were 40/60 against him, but he had a feeling. As the dealer turned up the first 3 cards the odds got worse. Still, the feeling persisted, so he bet. The 4th card was flipped. Nothing. And he now had only 2 cards out of 48 that could help him. Not good, but the feeling was there, stronger than ever. More money flowed into the pot, and his nemesis just stared at him with nothing showing in her eyes. Others had now gathered round the table to watch. This kind of excitement in a card room is the fuel for stories told later over cheap beer and peanuts. The dealer casually glanced at the camera in the ceiling, then at the tournament director. The dust hung in the room, and all other sound had stopped. The dealer nodded almost imperceptibly, glanced at the two players, and reached for the 5th and final card …

» Posted By Dayle On 01.30.2012 @ 7:49 am


Damn damn damn. I’m just not young anymore. I picked up a hula hoop in the WalMart yesterday and said to Kathy, “I was really good at this when I was a kid. Watch.” As I spun it around me, it just fell to the floor and I was left looking like a hula dancer at the local retirement home. {{Sigh}}

» Posted By Dayle On 01.29.2012 @ 4:23 am


The bell rings. First day of school and I take stock of my students. 3 dog collars, 2 micro-mini skirts and an anime costume. I realize 3 things.

1) I feel proud that I know what anime is.

2) I recognize the same underlying – search for/expression of – individuality that I felt when I wore poodle skirts, chewed gum in class and didn’t raise my hand when I knew the answer.

3) It feels too young to be dressing this way in kindergarten.

Man … I feel old.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.27.2012 @ 1:12 am


I was 6 years old. The beehive was hanging low from a branch in the side yard. I knew enough not to approach directly, but I didn’t know enough not to screw with it at all. So, from the garage, I got a broken rake handle and tentatively tapped the hive several times. Nothing happened. Emboldened, I hit it harder. Well, I’m sure it wasn’t exactly the way I now remember it, but … a straight line of about 500 bees exited their abode and followed the rake handle straight to my waiting, tender flesh. Ahhhh, the good old days.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.26.2012 @ 7:23 am


You’ve made plans for Saturday night? Our anniversary? What could be so important that you’ve made plans? Huh? … You’re going out with the guys? To a bar? I’m not invited? What the …? Well … Happy 7 week anniversary to you too.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.25.2012 @ 4:01 am


She left at exactly 12:00 noon. She arrived at her alternate office at 12:04. Her first client was ready at 12:05 sharp, just like always. She finished 10 in those 50 minutes before she had to go back to her administrative filing job. Now, all she could think about was how surprised her co-workers would be when her book, “A view from the knees” was published next week.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.22.2012 @ 5:10 am

Our annual February “Walk the Runway for Charity” was in full prep. All 18 of us were putting the final touches on our garments and helping one another out. This year we would raise over $40,000 dollars for the kids. Now, if we could just avoid frostbite, security, and planes.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.22.2012 @ 5:00 am


Above the paper plates, pizza crusts, forks and moldy cheese, but below the overdue library books and losing lottery tickets, I see the 23 socks my daughter has lost in the past 2 years. She’s not worn a matching pair since she was 9 years old. So she now has 11-1/2 more pair to wear, once I wash and disinfect them. I love teenagers.

» Posted By Dayle On 01.17.2012 @ 2:52 pm

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