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14:50 Mar 30 2009
Times Read: 563

LMAO----someone called me a milf, I had to look it up to find out what it meant! OMG, that's too funny---sexist but funny!

13:29 Mar 24 2009
Times Read: 582

I am finding myself sitting here and remembering back to a time as a kid when certain places just felt good –my parents used to take me camping and we would go to this one place that I fell in love with called Pike Lake.



The beauty of it was mesmerizing to say the least. It wasn’t the biggest campground we had gone to, nor did have the most activities or for that matter flushing toilets, it was the woods, the lake, the very air of the place that made it special. Or maybe it just helped that every time we went there I felt so happy that I made the effort to do everything that was offered and ended up making friends on each visit, friends that ended up being pen pals for years. Thankfully it is one place that I have never fallen into that disenchanted feeling.



I wish I could say that about so many places…it’s sad really when you go to a place that you feel comfortable at, you like the people there, at least in general, but something happens along the way, could be the wind shifted direction in the cosmos or something, or maybe it was an offhanded comment by someone else maybe even a few and it’s like those imaginary pretty violins in the background come to an abrupt stop and the magic of the place is lost. Sort of just makes me want to stop pushing myself to do anything there.



Take for instance a site like this, once I become disenchanted I pull back. I stop or slow down the things I do, I may still do them but not with the same eagerness or enthusiasm. Funny how one or two people can ruin something for others with their negativity or callous comments.

15:42 Mar 22 2009
Times Read: 612

why do i even bother getting out of bed anymore?



yeah, i've retreated to that dark place i have.



no matter what i do today i cant seem to pull myself out of this downward spiral i seem to be in. i feel like everything is swirling around me and i'm drowning.

13:17 Mar 15 2009
Times Read: 634

OH my God, how can this kid be from my body?????? I asked her to please make one pot of coffee! I swear I think I could remove tar from the driveway with just one pot of her coffee! I had to add cream 4 times and still ended up pouring the cup down the drain! But, hey, after 4 sips I don’t think I’ll be falling asleep anytime soon! Geeeeeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, talk about feeling like I'm wired for sound!

PRIVATE ENTRY
13:09 Mar 08 2009
Times Read: 647


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19:48 Mar 06 2009
Times Read: 651

I am a small town girl at heart. I always have been and always will be.



When I was little I used to go to a small town in West Virginia to spend my summers with my Grandmother who was affectionately called ‘Mommy’---Mother was mother, but our Grandmother to us was ‘Mommy’.



Mom, lived in a small town called Mount Hope. This little out of the way town was not only small but to this day it is still very much like the little fictional town of Mayberry from the old Andy Griffith show. It is like time has in some way magically stopped and the jadedness of today’s society has left it a little more pure than the rest of the world surrounding it.



Do you ever find that some places you go thru in your lifetime that those that have been there before you leave a spiritual marker of themselves? I think they do, I think that the spirit or bits of a person’s essence gets left behind in places of importance. It’s not that something major in history happened there, but the importance of a place is marked by time and the embodiment of the goodness that a person has within them makes the place a special or unforgettable place.





Mount Hope is like that. Mount Hope is marked by those that settled there long ago and made the little town what it is, a place of serenity and peace.





The wild beauty that has gone untouched surrounding Mount Hope is like the very hand of God/Goddess cradling and protecting the simplicity and purity of what this little village can give to your mind. The people there are so real and genuine that you feel at home amongst strangers. The history of the town is one of struggle and hard work, set backs and yet so filled with faith, faith in being neighbors and working together, faith in a stronger power that holds them together and gives each member of the community the strength to keep going, even after flood, fire and the depression era.





During the last few years of Mom’s life she spent a good deal of time here in Ohio with my Mother and my Aunt who took turns in caring for her in her declining years, I often asked her why she always said she wanted to go home. This was usually when I was driving her from my Mother’s to my Aunt’s or vice versa and the cars would be whizzing past, or when she would see the hustling fast paced activity of the big city. She would just smile and tell me that I would someday understand. Well, as I sit here to write all of this and share the beauty of the quiet peacefulness of Mount Hope, I can honestly say, “Mom, I finally understand.” Thinking back on it now, I do recall that when summer would come to a close and I would have to return home to the big city in Ohio I would daydream my days away, always holding fast to the peacefulness of that sleepy laid back town of Mount Hope.





I have to smile now as I think of the homes there, they aren’t much by most standards for a lot of people, they are quaint and simple, and not in the best of repairs. Mount Hope is not like the picturesque homes of New England, or some other posh community that dots the United States. No, Mount Hope is an old coal-mining town nestled in the hills of West Virginia, carved out from hard work, honesty and endurance, or maybe that should be perseverance. To an outsider, Mount Hope will not be conjuring up thoughts of the cosmopolitan sophistication that New York City may bring to them, the clear skies at night where you can see millions and millions of stars are not going to be the glitzy lights of Las Vegas or Hollywood. But what traditionally marks the character of Mount Hope is the people who inhabit it, now and those that have long passed from this lifetime.





Mount Hope fosters a unique sense of place, evoking images of kids riding bicycles on tree-lined streets, homespun tales told to anyone who will sit long enough to listen and neighbors who know each other by name. The town is filled with, individuals that can make a difference if only given a chance to be heard. Mount Hope West Virginia is one such quintessential American town where hope stills springs eternal and faith still captures your heart. I know because it captured mine many years ago.



Today I live in a small town, it is not Mount Hope, but it is so close to being almost identical that it almost seems eerie! I finally got my dream of moving out of the city and into a small country town, I am finally at peace with my surroundings and I feel I can honestly call this home. Utica has become my “Mount Hope”, everyone needs to find a little Mount Hope in his or her mind and when you do, hold fast to it, hold fast to that simplicity and find the elegance in the essence of life.