tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30505089410293004082024-03-13T20:29:00.267-07:00Cooking TipsBudi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.comBlogger8895125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-73651661613112251422011-09-20T14:39:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:58.223-07:00Our British Invasion<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://themeaningofbritish.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/british_invasion.png?w=226&h=226" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course it's all in good fun, the "invasion".</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://themeaningofbritish.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/british_invasion.png?w=226&h=226" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's right...The Boyfriend will be here in about 4 hours now, flying in from the UK, to live with us...so we're doing to logical thing and drinking. We're not going to spend the last few hours of freedom writing. <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/state-of-union-re-boyfriend-moving-in.html">We wrote last night about how we all feel.</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, Frank did, on all our behalf...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're nervous. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're angry. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're scared. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're indifferent.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're excited.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're apprehensive.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're in love (well, some of us)...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...he's going to be<i> LIVING</i> with us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the immortal words of Carrie Bradshaw..."I can't help but think"...what the fuck were we thinking. (sorry, yes, we did it...a Sex in the City reference...)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay. Time to go breath into a paper bag.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meanwhile....here's a crap load of the better stuff from our blog (there are 345 entries here now, as of this posting). You can play catch up, get to know us...or don't...what the fuck do we care? It's a free country (well, the ones we like to live in are).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now where are those paper bags?! Oh, look! A bottle of wine! *gulp*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is pretty much the story of our lives...get to know "why" we are...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"></span></div><ul style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li style="border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/" style="color: #6aa84f; text-decoration: underline;">*We Are Just Call Me Frank | The Power Of We</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/addressing-issue-of-frank-part-1.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">1. Addressing The Issue of Frank: Part 1 (2011)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/emergence-of-frank-beginning.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">2. The Emergence of Frank: The Beginning (8 Yrs Old)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/emergence-of-frank-second-coming.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">3. The Emergence of Frank: The Second Coming (13 Yrs Old)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-emergence-of-frank-three-times.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">4. The Emergence of Frank: Three Times A Rescuer (21 Yrs Old)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/emergence-of-frank-franks-failure.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">5. The Emergence of Frank: Frank's Failure (23 Yrs Old)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/emergence-of-frank-we-go-to-university.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">6. We Go To University & We Take A Lover</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-frank-first-two-years.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">7. Life Without Frank - The First Two Years</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">7b. Collision: The Other Girls Accident/Franks Coma (2004)</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">8. Culinary School and Affairs</a></li><li style="border-top-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.496094); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://hhttp//just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/culainry-school-part-two.html" style="color: #993333; text-decoration: none;">8b. Culinary School: Part Two</a></li></span></ul><br /><br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Some</i> of our writing on this blog we like to promote (<i>consider them highlights</i>), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote due to embarrassment over things that some have written - they are here for our own tracking - they are angry, mean, scary things. If you feel like it you can find them on your own (<i>they are in the</i> <b>What We've Been Up To</b> <i>over on the left</i>). Here are the highlights of what we have written so far this year. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.</span></span></b></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></span><br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US">The Mental Health Entries:<br />Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder</span></b><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/mental-health-awareness-month-our.html">Mental Health Awareness Month: Our Introduction</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl.html">The Other Girl </a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl-her-final-journal.html">The Other Girl: Her Final Journal</a></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Chat With The Father About DID </span></a><span lang="EN-US">(<i>this post contains information on what DID is</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">Frank Gets Candid</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>We talk about Catherine, one of our alters</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-freak-out.html"><span lang="EN-US">**We Freak Out</span></a><span lang="EN-US">** (<i>this was a very important day, the day we met Marisa, recoverer of DID</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-fragments.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Are Fragments</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-we-get-random-we-have-questions.html"><span lang="EN-US">We / We Get Random / We Have Questions</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/marisa-answers-our-questions.html"><span lang="EN-US">Marisa Answers Our Questions</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/bethanys-picture.html"><span lang="EN-US">Frank Gets Candid, About Memories...and Bethany</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk about one of our alters</i>)</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/note-from-frank-only-frank.html"><span lang="EN-US">A Note From Frank, and ONLY Frank</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>actually not written by Frank</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/standby-and-death-of-other-girl-part-1.html"><span lang="EN-US">Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we start talking about the death of one of our alters [our core])</i><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ears-may-be-burning.html"><span lang="EN-US">Our Ears May Be Burning</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk about what people we recently knew might be saying over Easter)</i></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-just-need-good-map.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Just Need A Good Map</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Mental Health Awareness Month Post - Frank talks about DID mapping)</i><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-dont-do-blog-post.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Don't Do A Blog Post</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk a little about mapping, Bethany, unicorns & stuff</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-discuss-three-mis-diagnosed-mental.html">We Discuss Three Mis-Diagnosed Mental Illnesses</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/d-in-did-dissociation.html">The D in DID: Dissociation</a> (<i>written by Cassandra</i>)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 17px;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/bethany-has-flashback.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bethany Has A Flashback?</span></a></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"></h3></span><i>Other, Not As Much DID related, Written By Alters:</i><br /><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-room.html" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;">A Day In The Room</a> (<i>Writing done by those other than Frank et al</i>)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Have Nothing To Lose</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Cassandra talks about the death of a mentally ill "friend"</i>)</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-room.html"></a><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/frank-lets-you-get-to-know-bitch-me.html">Frank Lets You Know Bitch (me!)</a></span><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Bethany got to write her very own entry about herself</i>)</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/sam-gets-angry-about-ignorance.html">Sam Gets Angry About Ignorance </a> (<i>Written by Sam)</i></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-emmie.html">A Little Bit Of Emmie</a> <i>(Written by Emmie)</i></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/sam-gets-set-off.html">Sam Gets Set-Off</a> (W<i>ritten by Sam</i>)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-answer-some-follower-questions.html">We Answer Some Follower Questions</a> </li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/cassandra-writes-about-special-someone.html">Cassandra Writes About 'Someone Special' </a>(<i>Written by Cassandra</i>)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-us-has-sociopathic-tendencies.html">One of Us Has Sociopathic Tendencies</a> (<i>Written by Melody</i>) </li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/emmie-writes-about-sex-erotica.html">Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica</a> (<i>Written by Emmie</i>)<br /><br /> <i>The Other Girl - Stuff She Wrote:</i></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl-travel-journal.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal: Canada to Berlin</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/The%20Other%20Girl:%20A%20Travel%20Journal%20Part%20II:%20Berlin,%20Germany">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part II: Berlin, Germany</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-ili.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part III: Munich, Germany</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-iv.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part IV: Germany -The Final Days</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-v.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part V: Germany In Photography</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-vi.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VI: Amsterdam In Photography</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-vii.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VII: Cairo, Egypt</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-viii.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VIII: Alexandria, Egypt</a></li></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></ul><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Health:</span></b><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-anxiety-attacks.html"><span lang="EN-US">When Anxiety Attacks </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/franks-100-pound-weight-loss-story.html"><span lang="EN-US">Franks/Our 100 Pound Weight Loss Story</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html"><span lang="EN-US">Collision: The Other Girls/Our Terrible Car Accident</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/expediential-weight-loss-and-illness.html"><span lang="EN-US">Stress and Expediential Weight Loss</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-pain-and-old-fear.html">New Pain and Old Fear</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/anxiety-revisted.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;">Anxiety, </span>Revisited</a></li></span></ul><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b></b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Family:</span></b></span></b></span></span></b></span></b></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"></span></span></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-most-of-us-dislike-our-mother.html">Why Most Of Us Dislike Our Mother</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-most-of-us-dislike-our-mother.html"></a></span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Chat With The Father About DID </span></a><span lang="EN-US">(<i>this post contains information on what DID is</i>)</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-hours-with-father-and-baby-brother.html">A Few Hours With The Father and Baby Brother</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-its-about-our-father.html">Father's Day, It's All About Our Father</a></li></span></span></span></span></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Relationships:</span></b></span></b></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/relationships-frankand-love.html">Relationships, Frank...and Love</a><b> </b></span></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-first-girlfriend.html"><span lang="EN-US">Our First Girlfriend</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-boy-we-liked-that-like-us-back.html">The First Boy We Liked, That Liked Us Back</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-boy-we-liked-that-like-us-back.html"></a></span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/ass-face-comes-texting.html">An Ass-Face Comes A Textin</a>g</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/emergence-of-frank-we-go-to-university.html">We Go To University, We Take A Lover</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-special-someone.html">We Say Goodbye To Special Someone</a><br /><br /><i>Standby:</i></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-human-if-indeed-thats-what-you-are.html"><span lang="EN-US">To A Human, If Indeed That Is What You Are</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (1 of 3)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2022608508">The "Death" of Standby and the "Birth" of a Villain</a></span><span lang="EN-US"> (2 of 3)<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/standby-final-chapter.html">Standby: The Final Chapter </a>(3 of 3)</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/standby-and-death-of-other-girl-part-1.html">Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3</a> (to be continued)<br /><br /><i>Fuck Face:</i></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/mistress-without-cutlery.html">A Mistress Without Cutlery</a></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuck-face-who-he-is.html"></a><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-becomes-of-broken-hearted.html">What Become Of The Broken Hearted</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuck-face-who-he-is.html">Fuck Face: Who He Is</a> (<i>also work related</i>)</span></li></span></span><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-face.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 1</a></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-2.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 2</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-3.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 3</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-4.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 4</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-5.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 5</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-5.html"></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-6.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 6</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-have-drinks-with-fuck-face.html">We Have Drinks With Fuck Face</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-send-or-not-to-sendthe-e-mail-is.html">To Send, or Not To Send...The E-mail Is The Question</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/situation-standstill.html" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;">Situation Stand Still</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-fuck-face.html">Our Final Goodbye to Fuck Face</a><br /><br /><i>James:</i></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/50000-tweets-and-all-we-got-was.html">50,000 Tweets and All We Got Was...</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/state-of-union-re-our-twittercrush.html">A 'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/james-and-giant-peach-pit-of-despair.html">James and the Giant Peach Pit...Of Despair</a><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Friendships:</b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/situation-standstill.html"></a><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends-tale-of-non-bestie.html?showComment=1300421653178#c3904854139420347922">Friends: A Tale of The Non-Bestie</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ears-may-be-burning.html">Our Ears May Be Burning</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ears-may-be-burning.html"></a></span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html">We Have Nothing To Los</a>e</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html"></a><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-crush-gets-411-on-us.html">Girl Crush Gets The 411 on Us</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/frank-evening-with-fabulous-people-and.html">A Frank Evening With Fabulous People and The Pup</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-e-mailed-intervention.html">We Get An E-Mail Intervention</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-e-mailed-intervention-followup.html">We Get An E-Mail INtervention: Followup: The Followup</a></li></span></ul></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b>Work:</b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-in-days-work.html"><span lang="EN-US">All In a Days Work</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2115500774">All In a Days Work</a></span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-in-days-work-ii.html"> II</a><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-in-days-work-iii.html">All In a Days Work III</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-room.html">A Day In The Room</a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-day-another-dollar-fuck-our.html" style="line-height: normal;">Another Day, Another Dollar; Fuck Our Lif</a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US">e</span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-job-gets-fuckity.html">When The Job Gets Fuckity</a></span></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-get-fired-from-our-job.html">We Get Fired From Our Job</a><br /><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-new-job-james-meets-fuck-face.html">We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-deeds-and-old-jobs.html">Good Deeds and Old Jobs </a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-weight: normal;"></span></div></b></span></span></span></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Life:</b></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></li></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></ul></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><ul><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-dont-let-us-be-misunderstood.html"><span lang="EN-US">Please Don't Let Us Be Misunderstood</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-all-we-have-is-hope.html">All We Have Is Hope</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/distraction-in-form-of-jeans.html"><span lang="EN-US">A Distraction, In The Form of The Jeans</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriouslyand-nicksilly-answers-some.html">Seriously...And @NickSilly Answers Some Questions</a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; 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line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">American Psychological Association: </span><a href="http://www.apa.org/index.aspx" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue;">http://www.apa.org/index.aspx</span></a><span style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">Canadian Mental Health Association: </span><a href="http://www.cmha.ca/bins/index.asp" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue;">http://www.cmha.ca/bins/index.asp</span></a><span style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">Mental Health Europe: </span><a href="http://www.mhe-sme.org/" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue;">http://www.mhe-sme.org/</span></a><span style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">World Health Organization - Mental Health: </span><a href="http://www.euro.who.int/en/what-we-do/health-topics/noncommunicable-diseases/mental-health" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue;">http://www.euro.who.int/en/what-we-do/health-topics/noncommunicable-diseases/mental-health</span></a><span style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">Mental Health America: </span><a href="http://www.mentalhealthamerica.net/go/may" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue;">http://www.mentalhealthamerica.net/go/may</span></a><span style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;">World Psychiatric Association: </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.wpanet.org/">http://www.wpanet.org</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-16459802860060302162011-09-19T14:54:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:58.803-07:00A 'State of the Union' Re: The Boyfriend Moving In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wyblog.us/images/report_card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://wyblog.us/images/report_card.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the state of the union in regards to what we thought about James’ (The Boyfriend) visit, about him leaving, and now what we think about him coming back to live with us…tomorrow. TOMORROW. As of tomorrow we lose our alone time…:-/<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s been a stressful week, for everyone involved, we’ve been having issues, some of us and James, and he’s been hoping for awhile that we would finish writing this, and post it, to ease his concerns about how we all feel, because he is feeling less than positive/apprehensive about how we feel. It also helps us to sort it out. M</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">uch like our <a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1844844494"> </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;"></span></span></div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/state-of-union-re-our-twittercrush.html">'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James</a> back in July right before he came to meet us in person for the first time.</span></span></h3><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This has been entirely difficult to complete, mainly because it takes team work in its entirety to write, and the added stress of our life lately has made it difficult to focus and work as a team. So much this last week, from saying <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-special-someone.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">goodbye to Special Someone</span></a>, and <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-put-in-our-three-weeks-notice.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">unexpectedly to Fuck Face</span></a>…to <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-put-in-our-three-weeks-notice.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">putting in our three week notice at work</span></a> so we can <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">prepare to move, because we have to</span></a>. But James will be here soon, and maybe we won’t be as stressed…maybe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are putting everybody in alphabetical order for the ‘state of the union’, as to not indicate anyone has more or less feelings, one way or another, regarding James.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Bethany</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – It was confusing for us to decipher how Bethany feels, about James, at first. Bethany really doesn’t talk much, or rather she goes through “quiet but there” periods. <span> </span>James and she spent some time together on and off, a short period at the museum when she was unintentionally triggered* at the hands-on science museum in our city, (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/whos-here-today-james-blog-post.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">James wrote about that day</span></a>) an evening watching ‘X-Men: First Class’, a then another night where James read her a story, though it could have been the same night as the movie (<i>Sorry, I don`t have all the details, but we do know a switch happened in the middle of the night that night, during a bad dream/flashback she had</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There has been some uncomfortable conversation with Bethany about James, and this will sound strange…and it’s rather embarrassing for us – and straight off we will tell you this is not a perversion, or sexual in the very least. At some point she started referring to him as “dad”…now we know what some might be thinking, but like we said, this is <i>not</i> a perversion, or a sexual thing. (<i>When he is unfortunate enough to have to share the bed with her he wears shorts, and she wears her favourite nightgown that is white, knee length and has little pink flowers on it</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We’ve explained to her that James is not her dad…that she knows who dad (daddy, a.k.a. The Father) is…our father. It made our stomach churn until we realized that it all comes down to love feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bethany is 6 years old. The only equation to love she knows, has ever really known, in male form, is the love she feels for our father. Once we figured this out we relaxed a bit…but not completely.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seriously makes my head hurt thinking of her calling him that accidentally…for now we’ll just let her call him “teddy bear”, or pick a different nickname, because for some reason she also thinks he is that, her teddy bear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bethany is happy and excited for James to come home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Brooke</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – Honestly, she’ll be angry about it, but we don’t give a fuck one way or another about what she thinks, or how she feels. The only way it matters is when she’s persuading us to be angry, or mean, to James…and then we have to apologize, and then she wins - except for the apology part, and it only matters insofar as she feels like she wins. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We know from messages she’s left both to, and entries regarding James, on this blog and on Tumblr, that she hates him; probably as much or more than she hates us, for whatever reasons she does (<i>she thinks us stupid, and worthless, and untalented, amoung other things</i>). We won’t get too much into things about her, or her personality – we don’t know much about her yet (<i>though we have been mapping her on our therapy mapping project</i>) other than she is mean, and she tortures us…and we have to learn more about why she is part of us, and what her purpose is.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She never directly spent time with James, until briefly, recently, on video chats, but she’s been in co-consciousness many times<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/brooke-gets-better-of-me-james-blog.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">. James has written about her in his blog</span></a>; I am not sure if she has been mentioned in our entries much, though she has written one or two recently.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Catherine </span></b><span style="color: black;">– Catherine had a really good time with James, she loves him very much, but she is also fairly young. She spent more time, in the last week or so of his visit, with James then he had anticipated. Towards the end it was a fight for who got to spend time with him. She’s excited for our boyfriend to be living with us, especially since he knows about her (<i>and can tell when she is here more and more each time they talk, and this makes her pretty happy</i>). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All that matters is James knows Catherine loves him, and she feels safe going out into public with him when she has “an episode” (<i>she has paranoia & social anxiety issues</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is happy, James…to have you coming home tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Cassandra</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-meet-cassandra-it-doesnt-go-well.html"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Cassandra and James had a rough start</span></a>, James wrote about spending time with Cassandra, as he did write about a few of us, however I think he wrote more than one entry about her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While not a fan at first, because of her love for Someone Special, Cassandra now is okay with the fact James will be our boyfriend, and thinks James is going to be a neat friend to hang out with and watch movies with, plus he likes to eat, just like her. Thankfully James knows about her penchant for eating and hopefully will be a good influence on her, or they are liable to dine on pizza, pudding (<i>more than she is supposed to</i>), donuts and other assorted things that she is <i>technically</i> not allowed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She doesn’t love James…and he knows that and is okay with it. They can be good friends and maybe someday that will change.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The only concern I have is that her depressive moods and his depressive moods will feed off of each other and send us all into a downward spiral. James is aware of this concern, however, because we have really good communication with him, and we hope we can <i>all </i>be strong for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Emmie</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – What can we say, Emmie? She doesn’t fall in love easy, and she is still has residual “feelings”/thoughts for Fuck Face, so …we’ll wait and see about the “L” word. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She says she is pretty happy with the conversations she’s had with James about sex, and the things he is willing to do, and let her do (read<i>: everything and anything her dirty little heart desires</i>). She’s exceedingly happy with…the equipment…that is being provided to her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is interesting though, the last day she spent some time with James and he wanted to know what other things she liked, besides sex, because he wants to spend additional time with her, apparently. She didn’t have too many answers for him that weren’t in the realm of sex, but after he left she put some thought into is, and realized no man has ever wanted to know more about her, or know the things she likes to do that aren’t in relation to being naked. She’s curious to find out if James likes some of the things that interest her, outside of the bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">As a note, for Bethany’s sake, and further clarrification</span></i><span style="color: black;">: The one “sick” games Emmie <i>doesn’t</i> play, is the daddy-child role-playing, our stomach collectively churns at the thought of it, though everything else is open for experimentation with Emmie.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Frank</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – What can I say? James is my love. I had a wonderful time with him while he was here, despite everyone else fighting for a chance to spend time with him (<i>meaning become Executive*, or be “out”,</i> <i>which means massive headaches for me, and for some of the others</i>) but, just as he doesn’t ever seem to have the right words to say in e-mail, when it comes time to say something to me, (<i>he writes us letters, and addresses us separately, on occasion</i>) it’s hard for me to put into words my feelings for him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He is so supportive of us all, and honestly I never thought we’d find someone we could all be ourselves with, <i>all</i> of us (<i>Bethany being the biggest concern, always</i>). He is patient (<i>but not always and that’s good because I don’t want him to be a doormat</i>), he is not afraid to address us each in the way he feels we should each be addressed; he is handsome, intelligent, sensitive, stabby, witty, honest. He knows that I love him, and would do anything for him, as he would us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My concerns fall into the areas about his ability to withstand…everything/everyone that is us, but it’s nice to know we can have a relationship with someone and not be afraid about being entirely honest, and though sometimes he hurts because of our frank honesty, we know he would have it no other way, because he has told us so.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would be stupid not to be honest about still having some sort of feelings for Fuck Face, but he was a very important person, and without him what we had to do this past year, to become separate, but whole, would likely not have transpired as quickly as it did. He will always hold a special place in my heart, in our hearts…we know James can understand this.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you, James…with my whole stabby insane heart. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Ivy</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – Ivy didn’t get to spend a massive amount of time one-on-one with James…a bit in the art museum, a bit here and there, but she was present enough to fall in love with him. Of course, she is our lover of many things, and happy and giggly and a smart ass (<i>James like to call her a “sarcastic moo”</i>). She is very excited for James to come back, even though she appears to disappears for some lengths at times (<i>we hope this changes</i>), lately, however, she’s been more here. She likes to poke fun at James. She never had a chance to be intimate with James while he was here, so she’s pretty excited for that day to come. (no pun intended).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Melody</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – Melody spent some time with James, not a lot, but she enjoyed it as much as she could. She likes that he knows to let her be and work on the computer, write or do whatever. She likes to be alone a lot. She is a little fearful of having someone around 27/7 again, but luckily for her, and the rest of us…for most of us it’s never 24/7…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She doesn’t love James, and James knows why (to not love is part of her function in our system*)…and that’s all that matters.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Sam</span></b><span style="color: black;"> – didn’t spend ANY time with James one on one…but is very excited at the prospect of having a guy to hang out with, and play video games with (<i>word is the boys are going to buy a game counsel, probably a Wii…and will probably be looking for people to race Mario Kart with online…if you know some people</i>); most of us are terrible <i>TERRIBLE</i>, at video games, and find them a waste of time. Sam is also excited to have a guy to check out girls with (<i>though he and Emmie enjoy doing that together, as well as some of the rest of us who like girls…which we all do not</i>) we’re sure it’ll be different with an “outside” person, the checking out “the ladies”, he used to have fun doing it with Fuck Face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That’s us, the 9 we can account for. We’ll be working on mapping through the winter (<i>that’s a form of therapy for DID</i>)…we hope there are no more than 9, but sometimes none of us know who we are…and that scares us…so we’re going to look into that, once we get some peace and quiet…and now that we have someone who can support us, emotionally, when we freak out a bit, like we did when we first started the therapy process <span> </span>back in (roughly) March of this year (2011). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DID mapping is not something generally done quickly, is something usually assisted by a therapist (<i>there are none in our current city who “treat” DID patience</i>), and is discovering, and refining personalities is an evolving process…you can read more about it on our mapping therapy blog: <span style="background: white;">(<a href="http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/</span></a></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One thing we want James to know, collectively, is that we can take care of ourselves, we have for 32 years. Some of us want to say that we don’t need you. We don’t in fact need you, or anyone, except us…but we want you. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope, James, that this somehow eases your mind. You know you are important to us, we would not be giving up so much for you, if you were not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Frank (et al)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">_______________________<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Some helpful terminology imported from our public blog where we do our mapping therapy (<a href="http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/</span></a>) which is currently not being worked on due to massive life stress.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER A.K.A MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER: TERMINOLOGY<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Personality Specifics:</span></b><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Alter:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">alter states, selves, parts (a subjective term); distinct personalities; fragments alternate personality, personality state, ego state or identity with its own unique perspectives, abilities, memories or other traits that differ from the Host or Executive personality.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">The Core:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">The original birth personality.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Host: is the alter personality who dominates the control of the body most of the time and is often unaware of the other personalities. The host is usually the alter personality who will initiate after experiencing symptoms of mental distress, such as, anxiety, triggers or recovered memories.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Executive:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">When a personality (alter ego) has control of the body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Switch:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">To switch from one personality to another. The process of an alter coming out from the subconscious mind into the consciousness mind while the other alter (who was already in the consciousness mind) slips back into the subconscious mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Who's out? </span></b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">A common question used to determine which personality is executive or host.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Co-conscious(ness): (The Core)</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">A state of being aware of what the other personalities are doing and saying.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Other Terms:</span><u1:p></u1:p></b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Acquired:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Anything that is not present at birth but develops some time later. In medicine, the word "acquired" implies "new" or "added." An acquired condition is "new" in the sense that it is not genetic (inherited) and "added" in the sense that was not present at birth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Triggers:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Hysterical conversion symptoms or body memories. Physical phenomenon such as pain, smells, tastes, etc.; re-experienced again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Dissociation:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">In psychology and psychiatry, a perceived detachment of the mind from the emotional state or even from the body. Dissociation is characterized by a sense of the world as a dreamlike or unreal place and may be accompanied by poor memory of the specific events, which in severe form is known as dissociative amnesia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Re-live:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">A total memory recall (includes visual, emotional, physical and all other senses).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Losing time:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Also known as a Dissociative Fugue, is the period of which an alter personality is in the subconscious mind and has no recollection of the time that is being utilized by the alter personality who is occupying the conscious mind. Therefore when the alter switches into the conscious mind they realize that minutes, hours, days, or even months and years have passed since they were last aware of time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">System:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">is the structure of relationships between the alter personalities who live within the internal world of a survivor with D.I.D.! Every system is created and operates in it's own unique way, just like every family living in their own homes run their households different from the next door neighbour.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Inner (Self) Helper:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">is usually the alter personality who has a good understanding of the system and how it works. The I.S.H. is also among the typical group of helpers or protector personalities.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">Grounding:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;">is the process of disrupting a dissociative episode and is accomplished by tugging on an earlobe, rubbing the hands together, or shuffling the feet back and forth. This type of physical stimuli can bring the survivors mind back to awareness of their surroundings, and helps to make them feel less animated.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<i>these terms are pulled from a wide array of sources throughout the internet and are ones we choose to use in writing, on occasion, to talk about the things that happen in our lives</i>)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-86166448932465091242011-09-19T13:53:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:59.089-07:00'Brooke Gets The Better Of Me' - James' Blog Post<span class="Apple-style-span" >Imported from his blog...we've got no response to this (currently, maybe ever...) now we have to run on over and finish our post for the night, it's the rule tonight...before Twitter OR wine...we have to do our post! *runs really fast*</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >---------------</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tonight (Monday 12th September) has been a wonderful night chatting to Franky and one that I will write about tomorrow (time permitting) but this post concerns Sunday night and a night I do the unthinkable, I cave with Brooke and let them down.<br /><br />As has been the case over the last few nights the chat has been strained and not the happiest of times. They got some (more) bad news about their house and it upset them and they become very worried about how it was going to effect their (our) future plans.<br /><br />As the evening went on the tension between us grew and we were both snipping at each other. They said they were going to have an early night which to be honest suited me fine, I needed to get up early and I was, for the first time, feeling that the negativity aimed at me was getting a little much. But then a switch and they no longer want to go to bed. I made a comment about they should go to bed (may have been to tell them to do their teeth, a little ritual we have when Skyping) and they snapped at me and rather childishly perhaps I said "well I'm going to have an early night anyway". I don't recall why it was bothering me so much tonight, I don't think there was anything specific, I think it had just been such an upsetting week that it just got more than I could handle without saying something and I didn't want to do that. Unfortunately I couldn't keep the look of sadness off my face and this didn't help none; we both (all) often feed off each other's emotions and we bring each other down.<br />Some more snipping ensues and with a rather snotty "going to bed, night" I go. I end the call, something I never do (the only other time I've ended the call, they asked me too as they didn't want to).<br /><br />I instantly regret it. I sit and stare at the monitor and notice within minutes they sign out of GTalk so I couldn't call them back anyway. They were so vulnerable and upset and I left them.<br /><br />At some point during the night I wake up and check their blog and tumblr to see if there's anything about it and sure enough, there was. And it was written by Brooke.<br /><br />Their Tumblr post - <a href="http://jstcallmefrank.tumblr.com/post/10112528814/superpower">Superpower</a><br /><br />I don't know why I didn't suspect her. But that's even worse. I left them thinking it was someone other than Brooke, that it was a younger alter who was just upset, angry, confused and I left them. If I had known it was Brooke I may still have gone but that might have been justifiable. The fact it was (if not all, mostly) Brooke should make me feel better but it doesn't.<br /><br />I don't normally call them in the morning but I did Monday. I wanted to make sure they were ok, to hear their voice and tell them I'm sorry and that I do love them and I want to be with them. I say to you all now, as I have done many times before, I love them and I want to be with them and nothing is going to make me feel differently or doubt it.<br />Brooke says in her post "<i>that look on his face where I can tell he is questioning having a relationship with us</i>" I may have looked upset and maybe angry but I never, ever question or have ever questioned, having a relationship with them.<br />I love them. I love them all. I love them for who they are and everything they are.<br />But tonight, despite their protests against the idea, I let them down.<br /><br />The distance thing is a killer. In just so many ways. It effects how I deal with things, it effects how I take things, it effects my thoughts, opinions and feelings. But I'll be back with them very soon and it will be ... wonderful.<br /><br />Brooke: I'm sure you're very pleased with yourself. Enjoy your moment. I still love you.<br /><br />To Frank et al: I love you. I miss you. I'm so sorry for leaving you - and I mean both 3 weeks ago and last night. Please forgive me. I'll be back with you very soon. Stay strong for me my beautiful Angels. I love you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">[copied from the original location <a href="http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/">http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/</a> - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; ">Some </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">of the other stuff he's written about us</span></span></div></span></span><br /><ul style="line-height: 1.4; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px; "><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-meet-cassandra-it-doesnt-go-well.html" style="text-decoration: underline; ">'I Meet Cassandra And It Doesn't Go Well' </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/rough-night-not-good-kind-james-blog.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'A Rough Night, Not The Good Kind'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/whos-here-today-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'Who's Here Today'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "><span class="Apple-style-span">'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-got-nothing-for-today.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'I Talk to Cassandra'</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "><span class="Apple-style-span">'</span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; ">'<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">'</span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/nine-of-nine-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">Nine of Nine'</a>'</span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; ">'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-meet-catherine-not-bethany-james-blog.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'Meet Catherine, Not Bethany'</a>'</span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; "><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-good-day-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'Today Was A Good Day'</a></span></li><li style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial; "><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-are-one-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">'They Are One'</a></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; "><span style="font-family: arial; "><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-are-nine-james-blog-post.html">'They Are Nine'</a></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; "><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/emotional-night-for-us-all-james-blog.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >'An Emotional Night For Us All' - James' Blog Post</span></a></h3></span></li></ul></span></span></div></div></div></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-3194117766106931912011-09-18T16:55:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:59.352-07:00New Frontiers and Stress<a href="http://www.gvsu.edu/cms3/assets/01174DE8-A6DD-E615-487FB094045DE5E8/images/roots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://www.gvsu.edu/cms3/assets/01174DE8-A6DD-E615-487FB094045DE5E8/images/roots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>What, we're drunk(ish)...(what's new, really) we have most of a post done...but we haven't all been able to weigh about how we all feel about The Boyfriend (@mr_jmm/James) becoming our live-in boyfriend. We haven't done this is in over a year...we figured we would never again live with anyone but us, considering all the changes in the last year, our being public with our mental illness, and accepting it, wanting a life as us, destroying The Other Girl, and writing about our life so we can survive (<i>seriously, without this blog...we'd be dead...you don't even know</i>).<div><br /></div><div>He's moving from the UK you know, on Tuesday evening he'll be here...it's a little stressful. We've always been the one to move for someone else, to bend for others...but...other than the logical ways that it can go wrong...what can go wrong? Yeah, everything. Our willingness to try, some mutual love, and ...well...it's gonna work, right? We want to be positive, but...it's hard.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stress. It's pretty much the theme of the the last 9 months, if not year (yeah, year). We're moving in November, James and us, to live with The Mother...and then there is new stress...but <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">we have to move, we have no choice at this point</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>We hope to sleep for days once we unpack and crash in her (The Mothers) basement...again. We know it's a pipe dream to think we can sleep for more than 8 hours...even that is an achievement.</div><div><br /></div><div>People don't get how much of a failure it makes us feel to be back, pretty much at square one, over 8 years later...moving back in with her, towing a boyfriend behind...again...especially now that we are 32...almost an inverse number from when we last had to do this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mental illness is not easy...and we never want the "easy way out"...but we also need a break again...<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">the back pain</a>, the mental struggles...the last year and a half -to- two years...two years...have just been too much. Too much. TOO MUCH.</div><div><br /></div><div>*sigh*</div><div><br /></div><div>We hope tomorrow we can all work together to finish the post we have been trying to complete for weeks...but we can't make any promises about that. We just know, that despite the stress, the changes...by 2012...it'll be a completely different and new frontier for us all...James, and us...and we are thankful we have been able to write for almost the last year...because when a lot happens in our life, a lot also gets lost, it's hard for us to sort it our; and we are lost enough most of the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>~Ivy</div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-30307035960809243382011-09-17T16:56:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:59.614-07:00We Put In Our Three Weeks Notice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.thevanman.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBm@nQoKCBkAAHhATnA1/timecard.gif?et=nbQuJSoPRvRnX6KumTSdVg&nmid=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.thevanman.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBm@nQoKCBkAAHhATnA1/timecard.gif?et=nbQuJSoPRvRnX6KumTSdVg&nmid=" width="162" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, so we never got the three weeks notice/resignation in...we ran out of time on Friday to bring it to the "boss". We will on Monday though...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, yesterday, aside from saying goodbye to Fuck Face quite unexpectedly…we also had a hell of a day at work. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About three days ago the one guy we work with in our kitchen station got upset, because when we leaned down to get something out of the fridge by his knee, in the thick of rush service, we put our hand on his side to let him know we were there. He jumped to the side, partially tripped over our kitchen clog, got angry and wore because he thought we were pushing him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First, anyone who knows how a hotline in a kitchen works when you are getting slammed knows you are moving around very quickly, and it is not unheard of to put your hand on someone to let them know you are there, especially if you need them to move aside and you don’t want to risk any “below the waist touching” on accident. Plus, what could we gain from pushing him in the middle of a rush? Ignorant little twat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we could tell something was up because he wasn’t friendly or nice to us for the next two days. Which is fine, because we are leaving in three weeks, and fuck him, he’s a stupid kid; we just want to get our job done, make it through the day and get the fuck away from people.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then yesterday we were going to put in our three week notice because we <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-set-in-limbo.html">have not heard anything about the paperwork/short form they tried to push through last minute</a> and we wanted to make sure we end this job right (because we never have before) in case we make it back to this city with a valid work permit, and want to be employed. <span> </span>We’re pretty much the master at walking off of a job with no explanation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then the sous chef (<i>the sous chef in a kitchen is the one who is right under the chef as far as kitchen management goes</i>) took our station partner to his office while we were cleaning up at the end of service, and following that he took us aside, sitting us down in his “office”, which is just one are of the building where donuts are sold, right off of the kitchen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first thing he asked was about us saying something on the hotline.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you look at a bill and say ‘god damn chicken’?” (<i>a “bill” is the receipt/written slip of paper that has the order on it</i>)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He could see the shock and confusion on our face. We, at that point, and still, don’t remember saying it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No. Did I say that?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He responded with a “never mind”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s possible, we figure…but also, if it was our kitchen partner, or someone in the vicinity that “complained” it could have been a misunderstanding and us saying “I’ve got tha chicken”. We remember saying <i>that</i> this week during service, to indicate we were going to put the chicken in. Don’t know how we remember such a small detail…but we do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he asked if we had any pain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We just stared at him for a moment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“This is all off the record” he said to us, in his Sri Lanken accent. “I’ve just noticed some days you move in the kitchen like you are having pain.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we tell him about our back, share with him brief details, but not excessive amounts, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">about the car accident</a>, tell him about how one of the instructors in culinary school (<i>one he knows because he had graduated the year before us in school</i>) <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">said we wouldn’t last 10 years in the kitchen</a>. A tear came to our eye when we say “So far it’s been 7 years since the accident”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He agrees that it’s sad; he knows we love cooking, we are good at it. He loves food and cooking just as much.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We continue to talk and he tells us that we are a nice person, and friendly, but sometimes when he looks at us, he sees something…”There is something going on in there” he said to us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All we think is “crap” and “If you only knew” and then…we’re even more sad. We’ve only been at this job for 5 weeks, we’ve tried to put our head down and work, get the job done…during service we are focused as we can be…but, it comes off as bitchy. And sometimes we bitchy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He is far too perceptive we suppose…he references mood as we being to talk, asking about anything in our personal life, we explain to him it’s probably the back pain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Basically he likes us working in the kitchen though; he wishes we were not leaving. He’s just concerned about our back, and also agrees that sometimes that might be why we are short with people, because of all the pain. But we also know that sometimes we are a bitch, even though we try to control that from happening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He only knows half the story, and it’s okay. We’ll be one from there soon…and we can try again at another job, we suppose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We discuss other problems in the kitchen, which we site, and he agrees, as communication problems. The meeting ended well, he shared stories about what he had done before culinary school. A nice guy and we are fortunate to have him as a sous chef for the next few weeks. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, we were stressed even before meeting with Fuck Face for drinks last night, but then that took it to a whole new level.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We told James we don’t think we will ever be able to have a job, all of us, together…and we don’t know how to do about it. We need to find some online work, so we can work where people can’t see our eyes, our face….the thing that gives us all away; it’s impossible for us to hide anymore. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We’re no good with real life situations…and it’s okay, because we prefer the life we have (livesd mostly behind closed doors), if we could only make money to live not working with people…because it’s so difficult, it hurts. <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/struggleexhaustion.html">We get so many headaches</a> at work these days…and our back literally feels like someone is setting it on fire on a daily basis now.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, that’s the conclusion of our week. If we were staying at this job we’d probably get fired down the road, that’s clear now…so it’s a good thing <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">we are moving away from this city</a>. We also <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-special-someone.html">said goodbye to Special Someone</a> on Thursday, and yesterday <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-special-someone.html">Fuck Face told us he loves us, after all this time, and that he always has</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s no wonder we drink, and amazing we don’t drink more.</span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-25515926443212072892011-09-16T18:33:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:56:59.857-07:00Our Final Goodbye To Fuck Face... Unexpectedly.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/177/8/2/Rainbow_Star_by_StarDreamBo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/177/8/2/Rainbow_Star_by_StarDreamBo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We said goodbye, unexpectedly, to Fuck Face tonight…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had plans to write about our day at work, which was unusually stressful (more to come about that tomorrow), but it looks like we are going to save it due to some unforeseen...something.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In an unusual turn of events…well…what can we say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First, we had drinks with Fuck Face tonight, turns out it was our last drinks with him. We didn’t expect that. (<i>Don't know who he is? The many stories of him are over there on the left hand side...if you care to know)</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over a glass of wine (several, at this point, for us, of course) and a Guinness (several, for him) he began telling us about his plans for the weekend, yard work, and such...things to do regarding his wife’s horses..and the infamous barn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know, despite the fact all that we are going to do is dance at the grocery later, paint, write, drink wine, and spend the weekend on Twitter…we still live a more interesting life than you. When you’re on your deathbed ,working won’t be what you are thinking about” we snidely we say, we’ve had a couple wines at this point, “Hopefully you’ll be thinking about us”, mostly joking of course.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were his first, and probably only, affair. We <i>know</i> that to be true, we also know, from previous conversation, it’s <i>us</i>, not just the fact that we were an attractive female, that had led him astray. Once he had said, last week “There will never be another [The Other Girl].”, when we were discussing things about him seeking some education outside the city, away from his wife, for a couple of months…chiding him about infidelity. So we give him a hard time, about thinking about us on his death bed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A shadow passes over his face. He is silent. He leans back in his chair. We can tell he has had a bit more to drink than he should. We’ve never seen him this candid looking. He reaches for our hand with a serious look on his face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He pulls his hand back.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m not going to spill the beans” he says, and starts to divert the conversation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The Beans” being something he referenced the first and second drinking “dates” ago (<i>last week</i>)…regarding our getting fired. We had tried to get him to tell us then, but to no avail.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Take another drink of your beer” we say, nodding our head towards his beer. We know that with another drink he might tell us what he’s been referencing for the last couple drinking sessions. We want to know, we have no idea what his secret is.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He begins talking again, about something random…we don’t know what, and then all of a sudden he stops, leans in, looking seriously and blurts “I love you”. This look on his face, we’ve never seen it before. We know he’s telling the truth.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We…stare at him…our eyes well up…there are many things going on in our head. With tears spilling onto our cheeks we give him "the finger". </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fuck you, I hate you, you suck”, we say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He spilled the beans. We are angry, confused, and sad...those are not the beans most of us are expecting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fuck you and your timing” we say. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More tears.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next 20 minutes are him admitting how he’s felt about us from the very begging, even before our affair, and that the week we got fired how he felt, us not being there, going to our office for something and…just…being sad we were no longer there, (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-get-fired-from-our-job.html">because we had gotten fired</a>) which makes us understand how happy he was <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/fuck-face-gets-fired-what-we-think.html">when he got fired</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Him saying how his marriage has improved since<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-4.html"> telling his wife about the affair</a>, but he says he still wakes up in the morning and watches out tweets while we ride the bus to work. He reads our blog, he reads James blog. While he plays video games…our Twitter feed is there. He thinks about us always. Thinks about us and tries to erase the feelings, kill us, metaphorically, while he digs fence posts for his wife’s horses.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He loves us. <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/mistress-without-cutlery.html">Just as we always thought</a>. Thank god we were not off base. But he agrees, as do we…there are four people involved now. He says he wouldn’t try anything, he doesn’t want to do that to his wife again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He read our blog entry from last night, and he had hoped tonight’s drinks would be us “breaking up with him”…our final drinks, <span> </span>as last night was <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-final-goodbye-to-special-someone.html">our “goodbye” to Special Someone</a>, now that James is coming into town to live with us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We sit and talk…he says he wanted to come tonight and ask us to run off to Cuba, only half jokingly. We are stunned, laughing, and then crying, confused, but relieved that we had been right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tells us how James is good for us, and that he doesn’t want to hurt James (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-new-job-james-meets-fuck-face.html">they actually met once</a>). </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tells us “In another life…” then he pauses…and talks about how it never would have really worked because of one of us (Bethany) and that he only wanted to deal with us as one, as <i>Frank</i>. We tell him that he’s dealt with all of us. He says he realizes that, and has noticed the differences in each of us, but still…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We cry, and cry…covering our mouth, alternating between laughing because he is trying to make us laugh, and crying because he tells us we are gorgeous, and amazing, and funny, and interesting…and that had he been single, almost the first day we had started working where he worked, he would have asked us out that day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow. I really hate our life”…just <i>one</i> of the things that come from our mouth, because sometimes the irony is far too painful, as we listen to him talk about the first time he laid eyes on us and called us “Wonder Woman” to our face…and how he says he had loved us from the beginning, and how the last week or so, after we got fired…was the worst days of employment he has ever had; how he hoped each time he had asked us for drinks since we had gotten fired he wished we had said no…and other things too much to write about, involving throwing rocks at our window…and…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We know he is telling the truth. Several of the men on Twitter, our followers, married ones who had had affairs before, who were reading the story as it unfolded, back in the day, told us “He loves you, he is confused”. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They were right. Men know men, we guess; and clearly we do not. (but we do, they just have to be honest...and then we know we are right.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We stood in the parking lot this evening, outside of our apartment, in front of his new motorcycle…he wouldn’t let us hug him goodbye…but we did anyway. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're talking, and crying a bit, and he is staring at us, with pain in his eyes, and finally he asked us, almost pleaded, that we just walk away…He was sad, we were sad. He was our friend, more than anyone can understand, if only because we have not written about the rest of the impact he had on us, and how he helped us, this year…with us. We will write about it someday...it's disturbing, and dark...and everything that Fantastic was to us in those days.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s bittersweet…it all is. This year has been…fucked up…we still haven’t written everything about our relationship with him…we will. We’re two years away in the writing of our life. When we get to that part, those days with Fantastic New Addition/The Jean/Fuck Face…the things we didn’t and couldn’t write about at the time, why he was so important…you’ll all understand more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For now, we sob…because…well…life is never what you expect…people are…confusing. We had a shitty couple days at work…we’ve had a shitty couple of days in general, now, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">saying goodbye</a> to friends is hard…and we haven’t even gotten to say the goodbyes to Girl Crush and Fabulous People (our female friends); they will be just as difficult, but in a different way.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For now, the rest of what we know about tonight, we are keeping within us. Rest assured, there was no betrayal of any kind. James is important, many of us love him…and as someone we truly love, we could never betray him, and his love…that’s not how we roll.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">[Dear Fuck Face...as you knew we had to tell James...you also knew we had to write your final chapter...you know we will miss you...you know.]</span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-8557687816012121062011-09-15T16:47:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:00.094-07:00Our Final Goodbye To Special Someone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/d/4/a/2/12573627201215462928Special_K_blue_star.svg.med.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/d/4/a/2/12573627201215462928Special_K_blue_star.svg.med.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight we said goodbye to a friend, and a former lover, someone who we had been mentioned in two of our blog posts, and James in at least one of his.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Special Someone. While his identity must remain a 100% secret, we can tell you that he is one of our followers on Twitter, and he reads our blogs. We met him on Twitter and had only said a few words to each other here and there, then one day while we were live tweeting a stalking of Fuck Face…he began DMing us a lot, and it progressed from sharing that he had many the same thoughts about people and society, to saying it would be fun to have us stalk him. We obliged, of course, because it was a fun thing to try…we only knew what he looked like vaguely from his avi, but we knew he was attractive; and then one day we figured out where he worked. He didn't know what we looked like exactly but when we passed him on the sidewalk the first time our stalking "hit the target", we both knew it was each other. We’ll always remember one of the first things he e-mailed to us after that, that of course we were "way out of [his[ league", but we knew we weren't. We had been talking to him for weeks, we’d gotten to know a lot about him, and we knew he was a kind, broken soul...and he also a hottie, he just couldn't admit it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We met Special Someone in real life (<i>though he’d been our follower for some time</i>) about the exact same time we met James on Twitter (<i>May of this year</i>). Most of our time spent with Special Someone where fleeting moments in a special location after he was done with work, talking and kissing; a couple of make-out sessions in our office at work; a few walks; and a couple of evenings laying in the grass in a local park, talking about life, laughing and just being together. Only once did we ever share an evening with him, and wake up in his arms.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/cassandra-writes-about-special-someone.html">A couple of us where in love with him</a>, and despite the fact we met him and James around the same time, and he knew all about James, James knew nothing about him until our <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/state-of-union-of-sortsor-not.html">State of the Union entry, written right before he was to arrive in our city</a> in July to spend a month with us. James was upset, and we knew he had a right to be, even though we were not dating at that point; but at least we were honest with him. We only saw Special Someone for a short bit of time, once, while James was here (<i>James actually mentioned him in a couple of his blog entries</i>).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight was only the second time we’ve seen Special Someone since right before we got fired from our job at the end of July. He is a beautiful man, who fell in love with us, and a couple of us with him; however due to many things in his life he was not able to have a relationship with us. Read that how you want. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After about 20 minutes of talking in our usual spot, laughing sadly, him asking us about our plans, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-new-adventure-decison-is-made.html">our big adventur</a>; and after several long tearful hugs, because we had all come to the conclusion that this would be our last goodbye, he confirmed the feelings we suspected he had had for us, that he had made clear to us, without saying the words out loud, many times. As he pressed the elevator button, looking at us for the last time with his beautiful eyes…he told us that we had guessed right, about how he felt. With tears gently spilling over our cheeks, we told him we were sorry if any of us had hurt his feelings by making the decision(s) we did.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m just glad we had time together” he said, the sad look in his eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he stepped into the elevator and turned back to us, we blew him a tearful kiss goodbye and waved.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Take care of yourself” he said. We nodded our head...and he was gone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked home, thinking about the times we had spent with him, when we met him, the giddiness some of us had felt, and all the other feelings in between we had shared about him, we cried and sipped our wine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The air has grown chilly in our city, so we wore different clothes than we usually would have – nothing like our summer dresses, but we know that's how he will remember some of us; and as we passed the fountain we played in several time this past summer, wine in one hand, Twitter in the other, we noticed the water had been drained…looking around the city, some of the trees are actually changing. Fall is upon us. Change is here. James will be here on Tuesday, we will start a new life, all of us, finally...all of <i>us...together</i>...for the first time in our life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We cried and lamented about the summer we had, about how far we have come, how far we have to go….this year had been something else, this <i>year</i> had been something else…and it’s not even over yet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We’ll miss you, Special Someone. The poem that was started for you will be finished someday; the ending and tone will just be a little different, but the sentiment the same. We will never forget you, friend.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Cassandra, Catherine, Emmie & Frank </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-43795895485213618302011-09-14T14:11:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:00.331-07:00'An Emotional Night For Us All' - James' Blog PostWe're going to try to get to writing tonight; James just published a new blog over on his blog site (<span style="font-style: italic;">not this post, however</span>), all about how we booked his tickets back on Monday, because *gulp* he's coming to live with us now...(someone should start praying for him, or, you know, sacrificing a goat or something)...and so we need to catch up to our "relationship" entries...something like that.<br /><br />We had planned on doing a "State of the Union" after he left three weeks ago, like the one we did about him coming to visit, but we've been stressed with having to plan to move out of the city where we live, and figuring out how to sell our house, because of some very unforeseen circumstances, which we've written about (<span style="font-style: italic;">but currently, we don't feel like back linking, so check out the posts from the last week and a half, or so, to find out why we have to move, and what we plan to do after that</span>). If life ever settled down then maybe we'd get a better glimpse of this "boredom" we hear people talk about so much...but probably not.<br /><br />Having just gotten off the phone with our tenants, a screaming match was had, to be sure, we need to have some wine and sort ourselves out before we can even think about writing for tonight. Stress stress stress *mumbles to self*.<br /><br />The following entry is imported from James' blog (<span style="font-style: italic;">link to his blog is at the bottom of the entry</span>), also at the bottom of this entry you will find several other titles of entries, both ones written while he was here staying with us for a month, and since he has returned home. All of the links are internal, so don't be afraid to click them, they'll just take you to other pages within this site.<br />------------------------------<br />Friday 9th September 2011<br /><br />This post is about a video chat I had with Frankie and a response to a Tumblr post they wrote about their day. I'm not linking to their post just yet as I want to write about the time we spent on GTalk Video first.<br /><br />I had a friend over this evening and they were out drinking with one of theirs (the infamous [Fuck Face]) so our chat was later than normal. It started off very well, they (both Frank et al and the chat sessions) have been stressed recently but today seemed to be a good one, helped by the fact that I had a bottle of wine. We haven't drank together like this since our first ever chat.<br />But then, very suddenly, their mood changed whilst they were trying to write their blog post for the day. They looked upset, confused, almost angry. I asked them if they were ok, all too aware that this question, asked when they're upset, is often met with some hostility. They tell me they have had a hard day at work having to fight to maintain who was there at work in order for them to get the work done. As the chat goes on they are switching every few minutes. I've never seen them switch this quickly and so often before, I'm not sure who is there or how many are switching. They bounce from being close to tears to being almost happy in the blink of an eye but each time they are upset longer and happier for shorter periods until it seems as though the switching has stopped and they are desperately upset, confused, hurting and angry. They won't talk to me. They may have stopped switching but there is clearly a massive conflict going on in their head. At one point they say they have to go, they'll call me back later. The look on their face was of anger and dislike. So much I think that Brooke is there. There was no tears, no upset, no apologies, nothing but the desire to stop talking to me. In the past this has been to protect me from someone and / or from seeing them upset; I didn't get that impression tonight but I could be wrong, it could well have been just the inner fight that made it seem this way.<br /><br />They call me back and they are upset. The rest of the chat consists of them writing a tumblr post and chatting to people on twitter. They still don't seem to want to talk to me but the fact they called me back and are comfortable with me just being there is comforting.<br />They say, as they always do, as we always do, that they want me there as soon as possible. They say they are going to book the flight the flight tonight but the prices have gone up and trying to adjust the days to get the price as low as possible is upsetting them and confusing them. I offer to do the looking and so I do. Then they say they want to leave it till Monday and I can't help but feel a little hurt by that but I understand, it's to much for them tonight. I carry on looking but don't tell them.<br />I have to say that whilst I say they don't seem to want to talk to me they do repeat that they just want me there with them and of course I want to be there with them too. I hate seeing them like this and not being able to comfort them. They don't always like me comforting them when they are upset but at least I can be there.<br /><br />They are tired too and one of them wants to go to bed; eat pizza and go to bed but the others are saying to them that it's too early.<br /><br />I am positive I know who I'm with now but I read their Tumblr post and it is signed by someone else. I'm confused and a little upset again. The person that signed it, Catherine, used to tell me she loves me but tonight she hasn't and in the Tumblr post says "I wish I could love him". I ask them about this but they get more upset and stay quiet.<br /><br />They won't talk to me and so I break one of my own rules, I read their timeline as I know they're talking to people on twitter. Sometimes it's the only way I know what's going on is to look at their timeline. But there's a good reason I avoid this. And tonight's reminder of what that reason is kicked me the head, stabbed me in the heart and stamped on it. I get up, I leave the room, I take the advice form my counsellor and "release", in this case I air box for a few minutes. When I come back they ask where I have been and ask if they are upsetting me. I say no, it's not them. Maybe not a completely honest answer but a lot of it is my issues, I shouldn't get upset by what they say to others but when I'm here telling them I wish I could put my arms around them and they ignore me then tell someone on twitter they want to be in their arms... well excuse fucking me if I need to kick shit out of something.<br /><br />But I read their Tumblr post again and one sentence that I read over and over again makes me feel better. I love them so much. I get upset and I allow silly things to hurt me but it's because I'm so far away and I miss them so much.<br /><br />I've mentioned it too many times without so much as link so here is their <a href="http://jstcallmefrank.tumblr.com/post/10020913883/just-a-radom-tumblr-post-not-drunk-enough-to-deal">Tumblr post</a> for tonight, about tonight. You'll notice something about the sign off.<br /><br /><blockquote>When we’re from the outside looking in, from the outside. </blockquote><blockquote>We’re doing too (to?) much switching, and not getting drunk enough to deal with it, no matter how much we drink; just repeated headaches, and crying, and making our boyfriend upset, in so many ways…logging off of video chat with him, and then logging back on…nobody wishes they were him, at least you shouldn’t; he probably wishes he wasn’t tonight, and he’s the bravest man we know. I wish I loved him, but many of us do, and that’s usually enough…it should be. He is very patient though. </blockquote><blockquote>Don’t know what switching means? Read our blogs. Don’t care to to do that? Then don’t, and it doesn’t matter…this Tumblr post is for us, and the people who know us, and do care…we’re sorry we’re not funny tonight, we know we never have to apologize…but sometimes we feel the need. Sometimes we’re a #sadclown…like in our recent painting. </blockquote><blockquote>It’s too a hard. This week is too hard, life is too hard. </blockquote><blockquote>We/I hope to sleep until Sunday…knowing us, and our inability to sleep (most of us don’t let me sleep as much as I sometimes want), we’ll get 8 whole hours…an unprecedented amount for us (we don’t get to nap unless we’re sick either); I’ll probably just want to lay in bed until we sleep again tomorrow night, but one of us won’t let that happen, if they’re in charge, and I hope they are…I don’t want to be here. Then again we have an appoitnment tomorrow, someone is viewing the house we are selling. I hope we remember… </blockquote><blockquote>Sometimes we hate us, as we’re sure others do. </blockquote><blockquote>If you’re confused, be unconfused…I’m in no mood to explain. Sorry.<br />I’ll be going to bed now…so, goodnight, lovely followers…we’ll try to do better tomorrow. Sweet dreams. </blockquote><blockquote>~Cassandra (part of Frank et al…for those of you who don’t know me, or the rest of us)</blockquote>First, I want to reply:<br />Cassandra, I love you. I know you can't say it back but it's OK. I know you care so much about me, I know you miss me and you want me there with you. I know how much you do for me and for them and I love you for all of that. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you or make me not want to be with you. I have never had doubts about that and I don't now. I certainly don't wish I was someone else, only that I am me, James, your boyfriend, the man that loves you, you all, the man that won't leave you or stop loving you. Stay strong for me Cassandra. Please don't hate yourself. There are horrible people on twitter but what they think really doesn't matter. Many more people love you, all, very much.<br />To you all: I know how hard things can be for you sometimes, I know how much pain you are in and how much that upsets you, I know you can't always tell me what's going on, I know you don't always know. I know today was so hard for you and you were struggling to cope with it all.<br />Please don't feel bad for me getting upset. I know you just want me to be with you now, I do too baby, so much and I will be there very very soon. I love you all so much. You are wonderful, amazing and beautiful, to me, to others, for others, and for yourselves. Never doubt it, never let others tell you different (I know that's not an easy thing to do for you).<br /><br />Back to the post - You see their Tumblr post is signed by Cassandra, they don't know why it was originally signed by Catherine. I have mixed emotions now, I'm happy that my thoughts of Catherine not loving any more may be laid to rest but feel so sad for Cassandra.<br />The night ended early, they took the laptop to bed and I read them stories till they fell asleep.<br /><br />I try so hard to be happy for them, they need me to be for me and for them. It's so hard to sit here and see them so upset, in so much pain feeling so helpless. There are things about last night (at the time of writing it's Saturday 10th September) that still bug me. A lot of things I can dismiss, last night was just too personal, too much emotion. I'll get over it. I have to. They love me and I love them and really, what else matters?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">[copied from the original location <a href="http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/">http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/</a> - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background- line-height: 19px;color:white;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Some </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">of the other stuff he's written about us</span></span></div></span></span><br /><ul style="line-height: 1.4; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background- line-height: 19px;color:white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-meet-cassandra-it-doesnt-go-well.html" style="text-decoration: underline;">'I Meet Cassandra And It Doesn't Go Well' </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/rough-night-not-good-kind-james-blog.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'A Rough Night, Not The Good Kind'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/whos-here-today-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'Who's Here Today'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; font-family: arial;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;"><span class="Apple-style-span">'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-got-nothing-for-today.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'I Talk to Cassandra'</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;"><span class="Apple-style-span">'</span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; 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0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Despite the fact that we graduated culinary school with honours, it didn’t come easy; as any honors student of any faculty/study will tell you...it takes hard work to be at the top of your class.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">As we’ve mentioned in previous writing, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">after our car accident we had slight brain damage</a> that had granted us, through a series of neurological testing, private test rooms and longer testing periods through disability services in the <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-frank-first-two-years.html">Second University we attended (<i>where we started a Nutritional Science degree for a year and a half</i></a>). It being University, you could be a disability student and still be somewhat anonymous and discrete about it, especially if you were us, a “mature” (26 years old) student, who had no desire to make friends on campus. (though we did have a study partner once, for accounting…a class which we failed miserably).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Once we got to Culinary School we felt we didn’t need to register with disability services and we were proud, so we tried to manage, knowing that if we got granted disability status for testing, and took tests in a separate room from our classmates, in a small class setting, they would all notice and ask questions. We were ashamed of our mental disability, prior to the accident we were able to manage distractions, work together fine, and organize thought structures much more effectively. We were a top student in <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/emergence-of-frank-we-go-to-university.html">First University, were we studied fine arts and communications</a>, before the accident. Some classes we didn’t even have to attend, we scored higher marks than most of the people who went to class, and we didn’t study all that much, even though in those days we were living with The Mother and smoking pot every minute that we weren’t in classes, or working out to maintain our huge weight loss.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">It turns out, in the end, we had to register. Instructors began to question our focus ability for tests, we knew we could do better than we were, we knew the information, we just couldn’t test in a room full of people. So we registered with disability services, and we took tests in a private room, in far less time we were allotted, and our text book grades improved.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Culinary school, and cooking in general, was always something that came natural to us, being from a food oriented family, we were engrained with the keen interest of at least eating food…which is only part of the reason we gained so much weight over the years, in addition to depression, various other mental health issues, and an unlimited food budget with time to experiment, was also to blame (the only good thing that came from our short lived relationship and marriage to The Ex Husband).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Slowly over the years we had gotten to 275 pounds, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/franks-100-pound-weight-loss-story.html">thankfully we lost it</a><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/franks-100-pound-weight-loss-story.html"> (100 pound in 9 months, back in the day)</a> and gained an interest in food, from a nutritional standpoint, and then moved onto culinary arts when being in University got entirely too difficult for us to manage, and we began neglecting our studies to pour over cookbooks and internet sites; and create recipes and plan dinner parties trying to teach ourselves how to do it all better. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Man, one of the things we are confident in is that we can cook…<i>can we cook</i>…but we can hardly ever cook anything we are satisfied with – other people beg for our cooking, or have in the past; but because we live alone, and we are hyper sensitive to any weight gain, one of us fears food now, and a couple of us refuse to eat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Culinary school, for us, was the most fun we can imagine having as an adult in school, and was as eye opening as the time we sold Kirby Vacuum cleaners door-to-door in one of the Mountain States. Being an older (“mature”) student, we got on well with the instructors, had a good report; and us being some of us, occasionally mouthy and opinionated, meant they all knew who we were – and the majourity of them enjoyed it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">It was in culinary school where we started smoking again, unfortunately. We’d been cigarette-free for at least four years, even as we had been in a relationship with Talented Boyfriend, a smoker; but as the last semester of classes loomed the stress, the physical pain, and influences from new friends in our social life began to take an effect, and by the time we graduated culinary school we were a smoker again, and it increased from there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">While in culinary school we ended the year long relationship with a man we were seeing and living with (Dreadfully Boring Boyfriend), because of several illicit affairs we had gotten tangled up in</a>. We spent a couple of months sleeping on <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/standby-final-chapter.html">Standby</a>’s living room floor, after we had broken off our love triangle with him and Firecracker, a girl who had been in love with us, and they began dating. To say we were hurt to have been second choice to our first choice would be putting it lightly, and sleeping in his apartment for those months, over the holiday season, eroded our friendship for awhile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Those two years of culinary school also presented us with an opportunity to make friends all on our own, previously the only people we’d know in the city where we lived where fellow-musicians of Talented Boyfriend, so we were basically alone once we got the Culinary School. We made a lot of friends, like Partner In Crime; but we also made a friend in an ex-girlfriend of a musician who had been the first female we’d ever met in the City, we’ll call her Sexy Librarian. We became good friends with Sexy Librarian when we reunited she was super intelligent, and appealed to some of us very much. The friendship ended, as most of our female friendships do, when we met The Non-Bestie. Sexy Librarian commented on not being able to keep up with our party lifestyle, one facilitate by a new crowd of people we were merging with, and so, gradually she was gone, and was replaced by The Non-Bestie.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Culinary school was the first time we’d ever done hard drugs, having stuck with marijuana, and the accidental laced doobie <a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/03/emergence-of-frank-franks-failure.html">when living with The Body Piercer</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">As anybody who has read <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">our first story of culinary school</a>, you’ll know that we went through a “stage”, (<i>you call it a stage, we call it letting Emmie run too much of the show</i>). One of the last weeks of culinary school the class was at a local pub, there was a lot of drinking, and we were doing shots of tequila (<i>we don’t even like tequila</i>). Somehow we ended up in the washroom with a fellow female student, and as we stood there and talked to her, drunk, sharing boy talk we both came to the sudden realization that we were fucking the same guy from class (<i>he was </i>our<i> bootie call, in those days, and nobody knew we were “seeing” him</i>). </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">In a frantic state, she yanked us into a bathroom stall, locked the door, mumbling, and from her purse pulled a small white packet and her keys. That was the first day we ever tried cocaine; at about the age of (<i>physically</i>) 28, in the bathroom of a pub stall, with a hot younger woman from culinary school. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">She took the first line off of the key, dipped the key in the baggie and instructed us what to do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">To this day we don’t remember feeling strange, or much different, just very...alert. We do, however, remember being dropped off at home, standing in the middle of the house we were renting in the hippie/yuppie part of the city, and exclaiming out loud while standing in the living room, to nobody but ourselves, “What.The.Fuck.Was.That”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">We were glad not to be around cocaine the next day, because even though we had a vague recollection of it, and the feeling we had, the post nasal drip down the back of our throat left us wanting more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">Around this time we also started dating Younger Man, our first younger man, 8 years our junior (<i>we’d always been in to considerably older ones</i>) and while it didn’t last more than a few months, it was an experience we should have learned from; however, it didn’t prevent us from moving on to the next younger man relationship, with one of a similar age difference; but apparently even the stalking, the leaving gifts on our doorstep and apologies accompanied by gifts when his jealousy would get out of hand when we refused to let him call us his girlfriend (<i>he was also a culinary school student</i>), didn’t sway us from moving on to the next relationship with Significant Other, a young man we terminated our relationship with last August (2011).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">The friendship with Significant Other prior to dating didn’t seem to prevent us from pursuing a future, of sorts, with him. It was right before Christmas break our last semester of culinary school when we were pulling something from our locker, when we first met him and became friends. He stopped to talk to us and we thought him weird looking at that moment, he was probably high though. He was a massive pot head, and from a very young age, and could pass as a burn-out in almost any setting. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">The worked in a restaurant that employed a server who also worked at the previous restaurant we had worked in. Long story short, he had told the waitress he liked us, and at the holiday party of the restaurant that Christmas she told us the things he had asked and said about us, so we knew he liked us and we teased and flirted with him in the halls at school while we dated Younger Man for a few months. Significant Other would call us up and ask us if we wanted to get high.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">Our first memory of him was the night we didn’t have many people over (<i>the goal of the evening was to smoke a bunch of pot we had in our freezer that was getting to dry to finish on our own</i>) and he was slamming beers and smoking massive amounts of weed (<i>that he had brought</i>). He stepped out for a cigarette and came back into the house, went to the washroom and then informed us he had thrown up<span> </span>in the snow in front of the house and in the washroom on our second floor. We told him he really didn’t have to share that with us, and a little while later he was too inebriated to tolerate, so we requested Standby, still our friend in those days, drive him home. Obviously it was love right from the start. A fixer-upper!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">That house we rented in the hippie/yuppie neighbourhood was the last place we held temporary residence, that last semester of culinary school we got a payment from the trucking company whose <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">trucker had been responsible for our car accident</a>. It wasn’t a lot, it was enough to buy a shitty house, in a tolerable shitty neighbourhood, buy a new bed, and some furnishing, things of which we’d owned none, being practically transient for years. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style=" margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">During one of the final parties we had in that house a guest of a guest rammed his head through the car window of a neighbour's vehicle, and with a house full of people that neighbour came barreling into the house, located us and told us what had happened, and that he had called the police. Some of the male guests located the young man, chased him down, and beat him up on the corner within view of our front steps.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">Us being drunk, and high as a kite, we tried to maintain some calm, and as we sat on the steps of the house and awaited the police, crying, scared, because we were not a resident of the country we were living, and we’d never had the police called on any of our countless parties, people began fleeing. Word was that when the news traveled to the third story of the house there were drugs being stashed, and people trying to figure out how to escape out the third story windows. Fun times.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">It wasn’t long, only a few months in that house, before we had to move out anyway, so it was a good thing we had the money to buy a house. The landlady, who didn’t live in the city, from that point on, had all the neighbours watching the place, and if more than two people entered the house she would call to “check up” on us. We were being watched, by neighbourhood watch.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">When we bought the house in that sketchy neighbourhood, where we would live for just over two years, Significant Other moved in with us the very first day. He will be, for us, the last man/person we had a desire to “fix”, because as Frank re-emerged, finally, during the span of that relationship, due to a variety of reasons, <i>we</i> decided The Other Girl was going to stop trying to “fix” others and instead she would try to fix us. It didn’t work out exactly as planned, but the final year of the last two years of her life, The Other Girl began to write, even before we had her start a blog. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">But that’s a story for the next entry of our history.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">--------------</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;">Didn't click the links but want to read some more of our life story, specifically about how we came to be We?</span></div><ul style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/">*We Are Just Call Me Frank | The Power Of We</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/02/addressing-issue-of-frank-part-1.html">1. Addressing The Issue of Frank: Part 1 (2011)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/02/emergence-of-frank-beginning.html">2. The Emergence of Frank: The Beginning (8 Yrs Old)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/03/3the-emergence-of-frank-second-coming.html">3. The Emergence of Frank: The Second Coming (13 Yrs Old)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-emergence-of-frank-three-times.html">4. The Emergence of Frank: Three Times A Rescuer (21 Yrs Old)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/03/emergence-of-frank-franks-failure.html">5. The Emergence of Frank: Frank's Failure (23 Yrs Old)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/emergence-of-frank-we-go-to-university.html">6. We Go To University & We Take A Lover</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-frank-first-two-years.html">7. Life Without Frank - The First Two Years</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">7b. Collision: The Other Girls Accident/Franks Coma (2004)</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">8. Culinary School and Affairs</a><br /><br />(one day, one day all of this will be elaborated on even more...until then, these are the shells of our lives)</span></li></ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:small;"></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-14411991574697245042011-09-13T11:21:00.000-07:002011-09-22T06:00:57.807-07:00Personalized tote bag<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/goodmoodfactory/6144709002/" title=" Personalized tote bag - for Geisa"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6144709002_b839722f45.jpg" alt=" Personalized tote bag - for Geisa by good mood factory" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/goodmoodfactory/6144709002/"> Personalized tote bag - for Geisa</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/goodmoodfactory/">good mood factory</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Geisa wanted<a href="http://goodmoodfactory.blogspot.com/2011/05/walking-dog.html">a tote bag</a><br /> I already sold, but I promised that I will make for her , a similar one. The similar one, not the same, because I never make things twice, even with paintings. Can be similar, but always different. <br />For Geisa I used a different laces ( from 70's) and knowing for whom it is, finally I embroidered her name on it...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFFFHhQuRSs/Sty60cDJA3I/AAAAAAAAATk/TShDo7eZumM/s1600-h/cherry+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 21px; height: 30px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFFFHhQuRSs/Sty60cDJA3I/AAAAAAAAATk/TShDo7eZumM/s400/cherry+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394391863728341874" /></a></p>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-1225060483667284172011-09-11T18:10:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:01.019-07:00How To Tie A Noose With Words - A New Guest Blogger!<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As mentioned at the end of our blog post from today (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/doing-freedom-right-our-911-post.html">Doing Freedom Right, Our 9/11 Post</a>), we have a new guest blogger. We're not sure if this is a one off, or not...but we hope he comes back and writes some more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We liked his piece for a variety of reasons, we hope you like it too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">---so here you have it---a new guest blogger---take it away, Jake!</span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How To Tie A Noose With Words</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1389blog.com/pix/hangmans_noose.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1389blog.com/pix/hangmans_noose.gif" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OK, that was the cheap tactic to get to you to read further into the story. Hopefully it worked, and the hook is set. I need to preface this whole post with a disclaimer: I really am going to try and put this into ordered thoughts, and structured ideas, but sometimes when I get on a roll, I just don't stop, and sometimes don't make as much sense. I'm like the Tarantino of writing, except mine is mostly manusha. I know I've said that before, but I kinda feel like there's some truth, and a ring to it. On second thought, I'm a complete moron. Tarantino is the Tarantino of writing. I forgot he writes that shit too, not just directs it. So is my point that I'm just a 99 cent store version of the great storyteller himself? Yes it is.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I decided that since I had stopped writing my blog, although not consciously and on purpose, I would write a piece for Frankie, since they said i could. Most of my opinions these days are poured out through the ether via a microphone and streamed into your earbuds. I felt it might be good to knock the dust off the last couple months worth of buildup on my "skills" if you will. I did, however, take some parts of this post from a previous one on my blog. No one reads that anyway. Not like <i>this</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> crowd. So if, by the laws of probability, you happened to be of the small percentage that may have come across some of these words arranged in this order before, I apologize. Deal with it.<br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had the pleasure, along with my co-horts on <a href="http://www.nothingbutshow.com/" target="_blank">The Nothing But Show</a>, of talking to Frankie at some length. almost thirty minutes of length if I remember correctly. It was an experience I have never had before, and look forward to having again. Almost like the first time I stole a candy bar, or a rodents virginity, it was a rush I hadn't felt before. I do realize that Frankie enjoys hearing of mental issues and the viewing of the world through other, perhaps fragmented-as-well personalities. Such as my own. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suffer from Hyper-Vigilance. And by "I suffer", I mean that everyone that is in my life suffers from it <i>way</i> more than I do. I also must state that I don't think Hyper-Vigilance is a real disorder. I think I'm just tuned into a couple more different stations at once than most people are. This post is about feelings. I don't mean the mushy, sloppy stuff that no guy likes talking about unless he marches in that certain West Hollywood parade once a year. This is more about the lack of feelings that I tend to have and display, and the arrival at the void of those feelings. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First off, I have to say that I steal the description from the great Adam Carolla. He describes his attention to the details of life that most people miss as "Hyper-Vigilance." I genuinely feel that I have something very akin to that same "affliction". On a side note, I can barely type the word "affliction" without thinking of those really gay shiny t-shirts that Affliction clothing makes. but anyway, I believe it was Dr. Drew that coined the phrase Hyper-Vigilance, or it could be very real and I'm just an idiot that doesn't do research, but for all intents and purposes, I stole it. I say that Adam and I "suffer" from almost the same thing, but I don't have the pleasure of knowing the man, so I can only speak for myself. Here's how it relates to me: I've never taken the time to look up the definition of the word. In fact, I never knew it was even a real word until I googled it a moment ago as I write this post. Not that wikipedia is that reliable, but Dictionary.com had basically the same description, so this is the one from Wikipedia: (Maybe it is real after all)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hypervigilance,</b> <i>is an enhanced state of sensory sensitivity accompanied by an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exaggerated" target="_blank" title="Exaggerated">exaggerated</a> intensity of behaviors whose purpose is to detect threats. Hypervigilance is also accompanied by a state of increased anxiety which can cause <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exhaustion" target="_blank" title="Exhaustion">exhaustion</a>. Other <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symptoms" target="_blank" title="Symptoms">symptoms</a> include: abnormally increased <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arousal" target="_blank" title="Arousal">arousal</a>, a high responsiveness to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stimulus_(physiology)" target="_blank" title="Stimulus (physiology)">stimuli</a> and a constant scanning of the environment for threats.<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypervigilance#cite_note-0" target="_blank">[1]</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypervigilance#cite_note-1" target="_blank">[2]</a></sup> Hypervigilance can be a symptom of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder" target="_blank" title="Posttraumatic stress disorder">posttraumatic stress disorder</a><sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypervigilance#cite_note-2" target="_blank">[3]</a></sup> and various types of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety_disorder" target="_blank" title="Anxiety disorder">anxiety disorder</a>. It is distinguished from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoia" target="_blank" title="Paranoia">paranoia</a>. Paranoid states, such as those in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizophrenia" target="_blank" title="Schizophrenia">schizophrenia</a> can seem superficially similar, but are characteristically different.</i><br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, after reading that, it seems that it is usually attributed to victims of PTSD. I can't speak for Adam Carolla, but the only shrapnel I took in 'Nam was playing Call Of Duty online. All joking aside, I <i>do</i> realize that there are many ways to endure traumatic stress other than war, but if Hypervigilance is truly what I have, I guess my childhood would be the place to start. I don't know if the condition is something that can be learned, instead of something directly attributed to personal experience, but I definitely think I have it. The source of me attaining such otherworldly powers would <i>have</i> to be my childhood. Now, I must state that overall, I don't think I endured much more of an abnormal childhood than most kids. Then again, what <i>is</i> a normal childhood? That my friends, is a question for another day. As for how I arrived at this superhuman enigma is kind of beyond me. But then again Superman didn't know much about his beginnings either, except some ice cave, and a green planet, but I digress. In my case, I don't think that my attention to things comes from any trauma. I honestly don't. I have really, truly, always been this way.<br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From as far back as I can really remember, I've always felt aware of almost <i>everything</i>. I mean I see things that I think 99% of people don't see at any given time. Don't get me wrong, I'm not psychic or clairvoyant, I just see what I consider to be "common sense" type things happening all around me, and I don't know why other people don't. Half of what I say here today is in jest, and half is serious. I guess it's up to you as the reader to determine where the line is, or if it blurs excessively right off the bat, but here goes:<br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I live day to day, and "in the moment" as much as the next person, but the difference is that I always have this antenna that picks up a certain frequency in my head. This frequency is nothing but a running commentary on everything my subconscious is taking in. For example, while waiting to to turn left at a signal, this is about how a typical 4-5 second action on my part yields so much more going on in my head. From the color of the shirt on the lady crossing the street, and how it looks like a shirt my mom used to own when I was a kid, to the dog shes walking, and the limp it has and where it could have gotten it. Then there's the car in front of me, and his license plate frame bearing a really shitty play on words, an inside joke, or the dealership where he bought his car. If it's somewhere out of town, I think about that town for a split second, and if I've been there before etc. A cop car enters the intersection next to me as I wait to turn and a flood of thoughts about police, laws, government, social injustice and attitude occupy a portion of my thoughts for another split second. There's a myriad of combinations of events that transpire in my head in any typical 4-5 second event like that. And, I can do all of that while texting, talking to my wife or passenger, and sometimes all of the above. And I have a perfect driving record. I'm not that guy doing 60 in the left lane because he's talking to his friend about the pictionary tournament they had the night before and how he almost guessed "dog" if the tail had been a little longer.<br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I'm saying is I am fucked aren't I? This "condition" feels like a curse. It doesn't stem directly from narcissism, but I would be lying if I didn't say there wasn't an element of it to my plight. However, I am not Spencer Pratt. I don't think I'm better than everyone. I <i>know</i> I am. OK, little joke there sorry. to be serious though, I think it would be impossible to not feel slightly narcissistic when think about this stuff. I realize I'm not the only person who thinks of more than one thing at a time, but I am definitely the only person I have known in my life who has it this bad. Carolla is better at explaining his situation and making it funny, but I relate very closely to his description. It's not as cut and dry as me feeling like I'm "better" than other people, as the traditional definition of narcissism suggests. I do feel like that sometimes, I won't lie, but not that often. It just seems to me that the small daily decisions that a lot of people agonize and seem to labor over, almost make themselves automatically in my mind.<br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sure than being an Atheist and having no real "belief" about our whole existence and future has something to do with it. In fact, I'm sure that my outlook on a lot of things has a direct correlation with me not "wasting time" dwelling on those things that seem to take up 75% of everyone else's day. The thoughts that are constantly floating around in my brain soup are pretty serious thoughts, and on a 24/7/365 basis. I CANT TURN IT OFF. I think about things like the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qbdTcvr8bQ&feature=player_embedded" target="_blank">Gashole</a> documentary. I wrote a whole previous post on it so I won't go into it again, but I constantly think about that stuff, and the stuff that makes up 99% of our daily lives that just distracts us from what's really going on. I think about how all of our social arguments, and almost every second of news on CNN or your favorite fill-in-the-blank channel is completely pointless when our world operates on <i><a href="http://vimeo.com/25118844" target="_blank">this</a></i> kind of level behind the scenes. After watching and dwelling on that, I cannot help but just laugh out loud when someone complains about not wanting to buy something over the phone with their credit card. It just doesn't matter! I try not to be negative, but I almost feel like just being realistic these days is being negative. These are the things that are on my mind all day, every day. And people wonder why I smoke so much weed. I would probably feel like the unfunny version of Mel Gibson in <i>What Women Want</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> if I didn't. <br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To avoid rambling on about every thought that pops into my head on this subject, I'll wrap it up. The most important/scary/rewarding/important again part of this whole thing is how it effects emotion. Most all of my reactions to things are very visceral and raw, knee-jerk type reactions to things, and usually reflect my honest, unbiased opinion on the subject. Most of the time that scares people. But the strangest side-effect, if you will, of this whole thing is my ability to knowingly, and sometimes unknowingly have no emotion. Or, I will have so much disdain for people putting emotion into something my brain has deemed unimportant, that I will almost get angry at them. And sometimes, not almost, I do. It's easy to write it off as narcissism, and say that it's just because I want people to think the way I do, but it's not that simple. I don't even fully know where it comes from, but it's not nearly as much narcissism as you might expect it to be. My avoidance of so many topics that would fill a normal discussion table is just because almost all of those subjects, no matter what they are most of the time, are shit. My lack of interest, or that fact that I have already thought about it, weighed it out, and made a decision on the topic in my mind before you even finished your thought, is often received as apathy. And I guess for lack of a better explanation, it is. This "ability" to turn off emotion, or just to be void of it for most intents and purposes, is a skill/curse I have yet to master. I have to learn when to try and wield it for good, instead of letting it lead me down the path where I can end up hurting people that just don't truly understand where I'm coming from. I realize now re-reading this, that I have probably asked more questions of myself and my readers than I have answered. For that, I don't know what to say except this is the war that goes on inside my head. I can only feel sorry for my partners in crime on the podcast. You see, on top of this Hyper-Vigilance, I also was raised with a fair amount of stubbornness, and desire to do things <i>my</i> way. This has led to problems in the past with bands I have been in. I have always been the only one "doing the work" it seemed. I made the phone calls, booked the tours, bought the tour van, wrote the songs, bought the equipment, etc. I later realized that although I was the only one with the money to buy things at that time, part of the reason that people didn't do anything to help (it seemed) was because I was too vigilant on getting it done first, and without realizing that, I caused a lot of problems. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have since come such a long way from those days in realizing the company I keep, and recognizing my own issues with just constantly having a part of my brain "turned on". I swear people, even my sleep patterns are fucked up by thought. I can only say now that I'm older. Although that really only means that I don't know nearly anything that I thought I did before. But I do know that I have a desire to get my thoughts out there somehow. If I don't I think I'll literally implode one day from the pressure. I have made a lot of new friends in my life over the past few years since the band days, and I feel that I'm a much better friend to them than I could have been in the past, and I'm much more aware of what makes me tick now. It's all part of growing up. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You should tune in sometime, and hear my friends and I talk about whatever we want. It's cathartic for me, and hopefully entertaining for you. There's even an episode with Frankie on there. <a href="http://hw.libsyn.com/p/0/f/f/0ff4f103e8e48e62/08-20-11.mp3?sid=276295453b2fd58b38ed5542258a7f3b&l_sid=32793&l_eid=&l_mid=2692725" target="_blank">Episode 6</a> I believe. Tune in and hear my ramblings and barely coherent thoughts, and those of my co-hosts. but for now, just know that I know how crazy I am. And welcome to the front lines. Please pull up a chair, and don't forget to tip your waitress. Enjoy the show. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-VK</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jake can be found on twitter <a href="http://twitter.com/vagabondroyalty" target="_blank">@vagabondroyalty</a>, and on his podcast <a href="http://www.nothingbutshow.com/" target="_blank">The Nothing But Show</a> at <a href="http://www.nothingbutshow.com/" target="_blank">www.nothingbutshow.com</a></span><br /><br /><br /></div><iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3qbdTcvr8bQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-74203654032465789212011-09-11T10:58:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:01.342-07:00Doing Freedom Right, Our 9/11 Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://abluteau.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/clintona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://abluteau.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/clintona.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">We’re not gonna get too deep into this, or maybe we will. Who are we kidding, we will.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">*Gets on soapbox*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">It’s 9/11…and we have views on that…just like everyone else.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Before we get too far, understand, this is our opinion. If you get upset, angry, about the words we wrote…that’s your right and freedom, just as it is ours to write and share our thoughts and feelings on this, and so much more. People died for freedom; a long time ago and people are no longer dying for freedoms, and haven’t been for a very long time. Freedoms are getting stripped away every day, from all over the world, and it’s been happening all through history…from book burnings, banning, censorship, violent acts by police in non-violent protest, wiretaps, government watch lists…on and on…all in the name of freedom while the rug is slipped from beneath us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Recently we had a follower share an article written recently for CBC Canada, about Homeland Security and mental health…it’s just one example of freedom being taken away not only by citizens of the country so proud of their freedom (<i>of which we are a citizen</i>), but also, that countries attempt to take the freedoms of others away; as if they are the only ones with the right to such a privilege. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">If you are interested, this is the article in question…<a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/story/2011/09/08/f-border-mental-health-privacy.html?cmp=rss">http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/story/2011/09/08/f-border-mental-health-privacy.html?cmp=rss</a>…we were shocked and saddened by what we learned…and are open to debate if you feel that it’s justified; because the truth is, mentally ill people are no more a “threat” than any other person who has not had the misfortune of coming face-to-face with their illness/problem/mental health, and given it a name (<i>or in our case, names…<insert bitch="" here…lighten="" laugh="" this="" up=""></insert></i>)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">That event, on September 11, 2001, 10 years ago, brought a nation together…at least it brought the white people of a nation together. Ten years later, they are divided again, if ever they were truly together for anything more than false altruism. Many people have died because of that day, people from almost every nationality in the world, not just white Americans, and while the man who was responsible (<i style="line-height: normal;">in theory</i>) for the attacks is dead…we still fight a war in a country that somehow got the blame…and the public is okay with it because of what the government has them believe. If you don’t think it’s about money and oil, if you really think it’s about freedom…you don’t pay any attention - if you put specific names on the blame, like George Bush, Barack Obama...then you don't know how government works, and how media works with them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Our September 11<sup>th</sup>, 2001 was spent in Chicago. Back in those days we were married and we were headed back home from downtown that morning, listening to Mancows Morning Madhouse, a favourite morning program of ours in Chicago. When he started relaying the news we didn’t believe it, we thought it part of a skit or prank. When we made it into the house we turned on the TV and there we sat glued for days, but for trying to get our husband out of downtown Chicago because the entire city was on lockdown, we were transfixed. We were 22 years old, and since then we’ve watched news programs with the take from every angle, watched documentaries from both sides, we’ve read books on facts surrounding 9/11. We formed our opinion based on facts and observation, not what some lunatic who got his own show on FOX, or some other network, made us feel like we had to believe.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">We’ve watched a world get even more divided with hate and intolerance, all while pretending an event brought them together. In neighbourhoods in Chicago, in days surrounding that event, as well as all over the United States, those that were heavily ethnic (<i>read: Muslim/Middle Eastern</i>) we’re under attack, as if they had been responsible, personally, for what had happened. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">We have so many things to say that we won’t, things about the people who die all over the world by terrorist attacks on <i>their</i> homelands, that go unnoticed, uncared for by an entire nation that fixates on themselves - unless there is a natural disaster, then they come to the rescue…<i>after all</i>…natural disasters are an act of “God” and are in no way the fault of man, and the raping and pillaging of the natural resources that the earth requires to maintain balance in its ecosystem; but that’s a whole other thorn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">If you couldn’t taste the sarcasm in the end of that last paragraph then let us insert that hashtag for you now…#sarcasm</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The political world, the world, is a catastrophe…and it is people who stand by and believe everything the news and government has to say, without thinking, logically, about the words they are being fed, that propagate ignorance around the world; people who don’t want to analyze what’s going on around them. Anyone who can think and act logically, who really pays attention to the facts, questions them, turns them on their head, and analyses them can see…the government lies, people lie…and lies breed hate, ignorance, intolerance and distrust.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The world is divided. It always has been. From before words were ever written, societies have been fighting each other over differences in philosophy and religion, and land, since the evolution/creation of man. Now it’s just called terrorism, unless you’re a government doing the terrorizing, then it is justification.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">It would be great if the world gave peace a chance…but the world has <i>never</i> been in peace… ever, and until people learn to respect the rights and ideals of others, there will never be peace.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Some might be saying “Well, it sounds like you want people who kill others to have that right. You must think it is okay the to kill someone, that it’s their right!?!” If you think we mean that, then you aren’t listening/reading. If people respected differences in each other then nobody would have just cause to kill each other, they wouldn’t want to. Break down the hate, break down the intolerance, build up the knowledge and understanding, and there will be peace.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Now, that looks optimistic, and not all of us are optimistic, but that doesn’t mean we can’t see what is ideal, and be a realist about the likelihood of something like peace and understanding being magically created…but it makes us feel comfort to know what we think the answer is, even if the answer will never be find the solution.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">*steps off soapbox*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Later tonight we are posting an opinion piece by a fellow follower (<a href="http://twitter.com/vagabondroyalty">@VagabondRoyalty</a>), "friend" and host/co-host) of <a href="http://www.nothingbutshow.com/" style="line-height: normal;">The Nothing But Show</a>. He talks about hyper vigilance, which is a theme running through this blog post…it’s a very interesting take from him and we can relate to a lot of what he says in his piece, so if you remember, come back tonight, or click over to it now (<i>if it's tomorrow already</i>)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">You don’t have to agree with him or us…you just have to know we, and him, have the right to write and express our thoughts and feelings in a non-violent manor. That’s doing freedom right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Freedom. How sweet it is.</span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-12915095534230852052011-09-10T15:26:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:01.579-07:00'They Are Nine' - James' Blog PostWe got blocked on Twitter, so what better thing to do then import some of our lovely boyfriend blog posts, from the blog he writes about living/being in a relationship with us.<br /><br />We're drunk...we probably shouldn't import (we probably <span style="font-style: italic;">shouldn't </span>be drunk)...we cried when we read his latest post (What!? We fucking cry...some of us anyway...not all of us...some of us would rather cut you, then cry)...but not at this one, this one didn't make us cry...the other one, that will follow in a couple of days, yes, it made us cry.<br /><br />Sometimes we hate us as much as other people do. Last night, when taking a "break", we stared in the mirror and told one of us "I <span style="font-style: italic;">hate</span> you". Without knowing much about us, or our disorder, that probably makes less sense, though we know that people who are singular also experience the same self-hate...only one of us does.<br /><br />Always remember, this blog is <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> about some fucking pity party,<span style="font-style: italic;"> fuck that</span>. It's about showing people what it's like to live with this particular disability...or "disability"; shedding light, creating awareness and acceptance...breaking down intolerance, no matter what the mental disability is...and in this day and age, there are so many. Sometimes it breaks our heart, and sometimes we realize that without the "help" of pharmaceutical companies, most people would be...just people...but we digress.<br /><br />It's not fun (though sometimes, it is) and it's difficult, us being us. It was less so (<span style="font-style: italic;">difficult</span>) when we were us, without an outside person; but now...he's worth it (<span style="font-style: italic;">to a lot of us</span>); our "outside person" (our boyfriend), for the first time in our life, knows all of us...and is willing to accept us...even the ones who don't like him, and for those of us who love him...it means the world to us.<br /><br />So, this is one of <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> latest posts, though not <span style="font-style: italic;">the </span>latest (<span style="font-style: italic;">now that we look at all of his posts, at his blog...there has been many we apparently have decided not to import</span>).<br /><br />By the way, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-quick-post-today-soon-were-going.html">we <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> write our own post today</a>...earlier tonight, but whatever.<br /><br />------------------------------------------<br />I previously wrote a post titled <a href="http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-are-one.html">They Are One</a> where I talk about how they are one, how I see them as one, how I love them one. They are "Franky". But in that post I talk about why after spending time with them I felt the need to try and work out which alters were executive. This post is to elaborate on that as I don't think I answered it (at all) very well and because some events recently have highlighted the fact they are nine.<br /><br />It's been two weeks now since I left them at the airport. It feels like it's been months. It's been incredibly difficult being away from them but I have spent every day trying to sell my flat and raise the ticket money to get back to them, something I, we, are hoping happens very soon. We have been able to have video calls every day which has been wonderful; I really don't know what I would have done without it. I know people coped before and cope now without it but after all the hours before and the time we spent together I couldn't imagine a day without seeing their beautiful face.<br />I mention this because now, since I did get to know most of them individually, I recognise some of them when we Skype (I'm going to say "Skype" because it's easy and people know what I mean though we recently switched to GTalk Video). I haven't made as big a point in trying to work it out, just when they say or do something that makes it obvious. If I don't know who it is I have not been really trying to work it out; I have been trying to just see them as one again. Having said that, three of them I have recognised - Ivy, Frank and Brooke, though with Brooke the chat was instantly broken off.<br /><br />Last night (Sunday 4th September) there was another instance of Brooke upsetting them. It started by my mood being very down. They picked up on it and asked what was wrong (as they are good at doing). It was so stupid, after spending the first week flapping about the flat not knowing when or how I was going to get back to them, fearing that it would be nearer 8-12 weeks I have found myself suddenly calm about it. I know I'll be back there soon, I am raising some money, they have offered to help with costs if I need it (I'm hoping to avoid that as their job may come to an end very shortly) and there is no reason at all to doubt it. Because of that, in my head I've put all my efforts and thoughts into finding temporary / casual work and selling my flat. Last night I had also been thinking about the book I'm reading and spent the day thinking about the phone calls I need to make to friends and family and how I need to find a way to see some of them to let them know. It was a culmination of all these things that had got me down. Oh yes, twitter, twitter and some of the people of twitter were seriously pissing me off last night too. This probably more than anything was responsible for my sullen mood. It had all got me down and had been such an emotional day I was drained. So when I was trying to explain all this too them I failed completely to convey what was going on and they thought I was trying to say that I was having doubts. Then Brooke goes in for the kill (bad choice of words) and tells them that that is indeed the case, that I don't want to be with them. They clamp their hands over their ears and are crying. I desperately tried to get them to focus on me but as you can probably imagine, me on Skype vs Brooke in their head with them, I was not going to win. It's hurts to watch and soon it gets too much for them and they ended the call (second time over the last few days). Then Brooke wouldn't let them answer when I tried to call back. It took me a couple of attempts to stop trying and let them try and deal with Brooke in their way, which they were able to do about 30-45 minutes later.<br /><br />Now, after you've read that, see if you still need to ask me again why I sometimes struggle to see them as one.<br /><br />What I have managed to (mostly) avoid doing is using names (I called one by their name on two occasions, one of which was last night whilst they were trying to deal with Brooke). I have pushed the boundary a couple of times with a look or stressing words to them and Ivy acknowledged that she knew I knew.<br />I wrote to them recently again, in private, an email where I said a little something to each of them in turn but on our video calls I've not felt such a need.<br /><br />And that's maybe an important point. I haven't thought about it yet, I'll write it out and see...<br />Whilst I have had urges to use names it's not been something that is as big a "need" for me as it was the last few days I was with them. It's helped in part by the fact that for the past several days at least it seems to have been mostly one of two, maybe three. I am aware that there is a lot going on under the surface (behind the eyes maybe a better term) though and that can sometimes mask who it is. But this is about the use of names, there is also the issue of any need to work out who they are even if not to use a name. Again, as I mentioned earlier, I've not tried as hard to do that and with the two or three that have been present I've not had to try. However, just as I am aware it's been mostly one of three that I've been speaking to (I could be wrong of course, but three that it has been obvious to me with) I am aware there are at least 4 others that I haven't that I was expecting... no, more honestly, hoping I'd get to see too (it has only been two weeks though). It was partly because of that that I wrote to them, letting them all know I love them and miss them.<br /><br />Back to the point of this post, that there are nine and my need to work it out. Guess what, same conclusion as last time, I've pretty much answered it as best I can indirectly with my points above.<br /><br />Before I was making a huge conscious effort to work out who I was with at any given moment where-as now I'm not. Maybe that's because I'm here, 4000 miles away from them. Maybe it'll be something that I return to when I'm with them again.<br /><br />No matter how I think about this, the why, it just comes down to one fact. I'm their boyfriend, I lived with them for a month, nearly 24/7 and I'll be living with them again soon, for considerably longer. Even if I didn't try I think I'd eventually learn to recognise specific sets of traits. That and the previously mentioned need to treat them differently.<br /><br />Going back to the names thing, I am not convinced that they all approve or wish to be called by their name again. I may be mistaken, I only think this because they made a comment a few days ago, one I didn't ask about at the time. There is still the unanswered question / concern about the wisdom of this. The main concern was that it encourages them to want to spend time with me, at least spend time being executive and that's hard on them. When I was there before the last few days were hard because of the amount of switching, brought on by me, us all, wanting the chance to spend time before I had to go. When I go back it will be to start our lives together properly and we will then have all that time to be with each other.<br /><br />There are nine of them (nine that are known at least). Sam is the only one that too my knowledge I've not spent any time with. Brooke, whilst not spent time with have "seen" and had some indirect interaction with.<br /><br />There are nine of them. Whilst the rest of the world has no reason to know that, and even less reason to think of Franky as anything other than "Just Call Me Frank" (other than of course to acknowledge that they have DID) I am a part of their life in such a close, intimate way that I see the nine of them.<br /><br />And from the moment I first learnt about Franky, I wouldn't want it any other way. Some might ask if I'd rather Brooke wasn't about but Brooke is a part of them, they are who they are because of her in some way. And we don't know enough about her yet; she may serve an important part of them. So no, I would not want anything to be different.<br /><br />Personal comment:<br />Bethany, Cassandra, Catherine, Emmie, Frank, Ivy, Melody and Sam: You know I love you all. Unconditionally. And you know that if I could I would spend any amount of time with any of you and love that time together. This is so difficult sometimes but we have the rest of our lives together to figure it out. I miss you all so much. I'll be back soon. Stay strong for me and never, ever doubt how I feel about you or how much I want to be with you.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">[copied from the original location <a href="http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/">http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/</a> - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background- line-height: 19px;color:white;" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Some </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">of the other stuff he's written about us.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>r Stuff from James' Blog</span></div></span></span><ul style="line-height: 1.4; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background- line-height: 19px;color:white;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-meet-cassandra-it-doesnt-go-well.html" style="text-decoration: underline;">'I Meet Cassandra And It Doesn't Go Well' </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/rough-night-not-good-kind-james-blog.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'A Rough Night, Not The Good Kind'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/whos-here-today-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'Who's Here Today'</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-got-nothing-for-today.html" style="text-decoration: none;">I Talk to Cassandra</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">'</span></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;" >'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/nine-of-nine-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none;">Nine of Nine</a>'</span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;" >'<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-meet-catherine-not-bethany-james-blog.html" style="text-decoration: none;">Meet Catherine, Not Bethany</a>'</span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border- border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-;color:white;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-good-day-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'Today Was A Good Day'</a></span></li><li style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-are-one-james-blog-post.html" style="text-decoration: none;">'They Are One'</a></li></ul>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-40123834006695270282011-09-10T10:39:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:01.798-07:00Stress And Food...And Weight Obsession<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicolesenior.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Pig-chef.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 300px;" src="http://nicolesenior.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Pig-chef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Just a quick post today, soon we're going to work on an entry about nutrition and weight loss. We studied it for about <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-frank-first-two-years.html">a year and a half at University</a> before we <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">headed to culinary school </a>(only part of that we've written about so far), and <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/franks-100-pound-weight-loss-story.html">after we'd lost 100 pounds on a diet</a> and one of us became very interested in food, nutrition and balanced diet.<br /><br />We've written in the past 9 months about <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/expediential-weight-loss-and-illness.html">issues we have with food, we got really thin for awhile</a>, and it was a problem...but now we're getting back to a healthy weight...and it's a problem again.<br /><br />Part of the stress of last night; which <a href="http://jstcallmefrank.tumblr.com/post/10020913883/just-a-radom-tumblr-post-not-drunk-enough-to-deal">Cassandra wrote about on Tumblr</a>...but only a bit, and not about all the issues she was having, more about the ones <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> were having; is that we're struggling over food with each other again. It's been going on since James was here visiting (<span style="font-style: italic;">we put a few pound onto our 6' stature</span>), and now a lot since we have a new job where we work around massive, <span style="font-style: italic;">massive, </span>amounts of food.<br /><br />"I just want to eat" she whimpered and cried to James last night, who usually spends all of our home time with us logged into Gmail Video Chat. "I want a pizza. They won't let me." She put her hands over our face, sobbing.<br /><br />While Cass and Catherine we're prominent last night, and Catherine's favorite food is pizza, she's a finicky eater, preferring not to eat when she is stressed out, which is the opposite of Cassandra, who is a little cow when it comes to food when she is sad/depressed/stressed...and even when she's not those things, she loves to eat. Catherine wouldn't let her eat...Sam wouldn't let her eat. There were many at work last night, as Catherine wrote, we were switching too much and our head was in agony. James saw us to bed via video chat and read us a story till we fell asleep. He really is the most wonderful boyfriend, no matter how much Brooke protests and hates him.<br /><br />It's always more difficult when there are too many of us around. Back in the day (only a couple of months ago) when we would go to the grocery store, in between Tweeting and dancing, you would have see a tall young woman (<span style="font-style: italic;">looking much younger than her actual age</span>) walking down aisles, staring wishfully, wide-eyed, at all the food. Sometimes in the grocery line she would want a candy bar, and Others wouldn't let her have it, and she would struggle with keeping her tears in until we left the store, begging to us silently, and sometimes she didn't make it out of the store before tears would stream down our face; and that's another reasons we wear sunglasses as much as we can.<br /><br />Sounds childish, but she's only 14...and an emotional and sad one at times...<br /><br />So, we're having struggles...we don't know what to do.<br /><br />If you think seeking professional help is the answer then we won't agree unless you can tell us exactly how they might help; we're not giving each other us, we just want to learn to work together better. Like we told The Father last weekend on Skype, we need more than a year, preferable a year uninterrupted by stupid sexual affairs, getting fired and scrambling to find a new job, problems with the property we own, and all the other stuff that has been going on this past year with people in our past life, from The Others Girls life. It's only been a year since we had to deal with an ex, Significant Other...who we are still in need of writing about...who harassed us when we ended the relationship with him last September.<br /><br />How far we've come, is far...how far we have to go is further...and with all the new stress, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">maybe having to move</a>, but then, <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-set-in-limbo.html">maybe not (still waiting to know)</a>, meaning selling the house and moving back in with the mother...we're just looking down the road, to some time to relax and not be looking for a job for awhile, and spending time with the man who is much too kind for us...we need a vacation...from our life...we need to get to <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-new-adventure-decison-is-made.html">our adventure</a>.<br /><br />~Frank et al (<span style="font-style: italic;">almost all of the et al these days, again...it so much easier with only 3 of 9</span>)Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-14574052378434588352011-09-10T10:14:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:47:01.115-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BfvLPtpP_w/TmubPpZSqiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kKJgw5RVOUM/s1600/DSCN7103.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650780850578696738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BfvLPtpP_w/TmubPpZSqiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kKJgw5RVOUM/s320/DSCN7103.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Frannie is growing up and her house training and basic obedience has been coming along nicely despite her abundant energy and undying desire for anything naughty. For a few weeks now, we've been working on her field training with planted birds. She's showing a good nose, but it may be tough to convince her that she needs to hold point during and after the flush! </div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-64209679379634990122011-09-09T16:32:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:02.049-07:00Struggle...Exhaustion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.wisc.edu/wisweek/13-Mar-2002/images/headache_drawing1_02.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.news.wisc.edu/wisweek/13-Mar-2002/images/headache_drawing1_02.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We had a struggle of a day so we could do a good job at work...it's been that way all week.<br /><br />We must have done a good job this week because we get to stay in our post another week (we made the new schedule for our "department"), even though last Friday the "boss" said he'd give us one more week to prove we can work where we are, at an adequate speed, and not get relocated to another department. We like where we are, the regular hours, the work (even though it hurts us physically), the creative freedom.<br /><br />This meant a lot of headaches all week, and a lot today, as we had a couple of things to complete and we had to struggle to keep the ones who are good at cooking around. In the end we succeeded...Boss #2 called us the "chowder queen" as we made an extremely tasty Manhattan chowder, and have made great chowders four Fridays in a row.<br /><br />When in culinary school (<span style="font-style: italic;">we're going to write more about that soon, in addition to <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/culinary-school-and-affairs.html">what we've already written</a></span> about culinary school), as well as in other jobs, a word that came up a lot was our lack of <span style="font-style: italic;">consistency </span>in being good at what we do. We're not all good at the same stuff, and it shows, and to the outside world it just looks like inconsistency, or like we are "air-brained"...you know the other words that apply. We're "eccentric"...at least that's what it looks like from the outside...it we try <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>hard we can maintain a damn good job for periods of time (<span style="font-style: italic;">but with more headaches</span>)...but if we are stressed...not so much...and that shows.<br /><br />That's all our blog post is tonight...we've been having a lot of headaches at work this week, we're a little <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-set-in-limbo.html">stressed out being in limbo</a>...<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">and about maybe having to move</a>...and it's Friday. We haven't slept well this week...hopefully tomorrow will be the day we can get some real sleep.<br /><br />Until then...<br /><br />It's a Friday review....here are some of the stuff we've written that we recommend...don't know us? You should probably read...or not. We really don't care...seriously. we don't want to tell you what to fucking do.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;" lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Some</i> of our writing on this blog we like to promote (<i>consider them highlights</i>), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote due to embarrassment over things that some have written - they are here for our own tracking - they are angry, mean, scary things. If you feel like it you can find them on your own (<i>they are in the</i> <b>What We've Been Up To</b> <i>over on the left</i>). Here are the highlights of what we have written so far this year. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.</span></span></b></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div style=" line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; 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margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US">The Mental Health Entries:<br />Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/mental-health-awareness-month-our.html">Mental Health Awareness Month: Our Introduction</a></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;" lang="EN-US"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl.html">The Other Girl </a></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl-her-final-journal.html">The Other Girl: Her Final Journal</a></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Chat With The Father About DID </span></a><span lang="EN-US">(<i>this post contains information on what DID is</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">Frank Gets Candid</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>We talk about Catherine, one of our alters</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-freak-out.html"><span lang="EN-US">**We Freak Out</span></a><span lang="EN-US">** (<i>this was a very important day, the day we met Marisa, recoverer of DID</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-fragments.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Are Fragments</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-we-get-random-we-have-questions.html"><span lang="EN-US">We / We Get Random / We Have Questions</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/marisa-answers-our-questions.html"><span lang="EN-US">Marisa Answers Our Questions</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/bethanys-picture.html"><span lang="EN-US">Frank Gets Candid, About Memories...and Bethany</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk about one of our alters</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/note-from-frank-only-frank.html"><span lang="EN-US">A Note From Frank, and ONLY Frank</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>actually not written by Frank</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/standby-and-death-of-other-girl-part-1.html"><span lang="EN-US">Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we start talking about the death of one of our alters [our core])</i></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ears-may-be-burning.html"><span lang="EN-US">Our Ears May Be Burning</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk about what people we recently knew might be saying over Easter)</i></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-just-need-good-map.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Just Need A Good Map</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Mental Health Awareness Month Post - Frank talks about DID mapping)</i></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-dont-do-blog-post.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Don't Do A Blog Post</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>we talk a little about mapping, Bethany, unicorns & stuff</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-discuss-three-mis-diagnosed-mental.html">We Discuss Three Mis-Diagnosed Mental Illnesses</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/d-in-did-dissociation.html">The D in DID: Dissociation</a> (<i>written by Cassandra</i>)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;font-size:16px;color:#333333;" ><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/bethany-has-flashback.html">Bethany Has A Flashback?</a></span><br /></span></span></h3></span><i><br />Other, Not As Much DID related, Written By Alters:</i><br /><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-room.html" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;">A Day In The Room</a> (<i>Writing done by those other than Frank et al</i>)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Have Nothing To Lose</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Cassandra talks about the death of a mentally ill "friend"</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/frank-lets-you-get-to-know-bitch-me.html">Frank Lets You Know Bitch (me!)</a></span><span lang="EN-US"> (<i>Bethany got to write her very own entry about herself</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/sam-gets-angry-about-ignorance.html">Sam Gets Angry About Ignorance </a> (<i>Written by Sam)</i></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-emmie.html">A Little Bit Of Emmie</a> <i>(Written by Emmie)</i></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/sam-gets-set-off.html">Sam Gets Set-Off</a> (W<i>ritten by Sam</i>)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-answer-some-follower-questions.html">We Answer Some Follower Questions</a> </li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/cassandra-writes-about-special-someone.html">Cassandra Writes About 'Someone Special' </a>(<i>Written by Cassandra</i>)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-us-has-sociopathic-tendencies.html">One of Us Has Sociopathic Tendencies</a> (<i>Written by Melody</i>) </li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/emmie-writes-about-sex-erotica.html">Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica</a> (<i>Written by Emmie</i>)<br /><br /><i>The Other Girl - Stuff She Wrote:</i></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-girl-travel-journal.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal: Canada to Berlin</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/The%20Other%20Girl:%20A%20Travel%20Journal%20Part%20II:%20Berlin,%20Germany">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part II: Berlin, Germany</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-girl-travel-journal-part-ili.html">The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part III: Munich, Germany</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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text-align: center;" align="center"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; 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line-height: 15px;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-most-of-us-dislike-our-mother.html">Why Most Of Us Dislike Our Mother</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-get-candid.html"><span lang="EN-US">We Chat With The Father About DID </span></a><span lang="EN-US">(<i>this post contains information on what DID is</i>)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-hours-with-father-and-baby-brother.html">A Few Hours With The Father and Baby Brother</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Relationships:</span></b></span></b></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-2.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 2</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-3.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 3</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-4.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 4</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-5.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 5</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/demise-of-fuck-facepart-6.html">The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 6</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-have-drinks-with-fuck-face.html">We Have Drinks With Fuck Face</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-send-or-not-to-sendthe-e-mail-is.html">To Send, or Not To Send...The E-mail Is The Question</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/situation-standstill.html" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">Situation Stand Still</a><br /><br /><i>James:</i></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/50000-tweets-and-all-we-got-was.html">50,000 Tweets and All We Got Was...</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/state-of-union-re-our-twittercrush.html">A 'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/james-and-giant-peach-pit-of-despair.html">James and the Giant Peach Pit...Of Despair</a><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Friendships:</b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends-tale-of-non-bestie.html?showComment=1300421653178#c3904854139420347922">Friends: A Tale of The Non-Bestie</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ears-may-be-burning.html">Our Ears May Be Burning</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html">We Have Nothing To Los</a>e</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-crush-gets-411-on-us.html">Girl Crush Gets The 411 on Us</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/02/frank-evening-with-fabulous-people-and.html">A Frank Evening With Fabulous People and The Pup</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-e-mailed-intervention.html">We Get An E-Mail Intervention</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-e-mailed-intervention-followup.html">We Get An E-Mail INtervention: Followup: The Followup</a></li> </span></ul></div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><b>Work:</b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-in-days-work.html"><span lang="EN-US">All In a Days Work</span></a></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2115500774">All In a Days Work</a></span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-in-days-work-ii.html"> II</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-in-days-work-iii.html">All In a Days Work III</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-room.html">A Day In The Room</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-day-another-dollar-fuck-our.html" style="line-height: normal;">Another Day, Another Dollar; Fuck Our Lif</a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US">e</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-job-gets-fuckity.html">When The Job Gets Fuckity</a></span></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-get-fired-from-our-job.html">We Get Fired From Our Job</a><br /><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-new-job-james-meets-fuck-face.html">We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face</a><br /></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> Life:</b></span></span></span></span></span></div></li></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <ul><li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-dont-let-us-be-misunderstood.html"><span lang="EN-US">Please Don't Let Us Be Misunderstood</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-all-we-have-is-hope.html">All We Have Is Hope</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/distraction-in-form-of-jeans.html"><span lang="EN-US">A Distraction, In The Form of The Jeans</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriouslyand-nicksilly-answers-some.html">Seriously...And @NickSilly Answers Some Questions</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-nothing-to-lose.html">We Have Nothing To Lose</a></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-we-feel-about-adviceand-we-ramble.html">How We Feel About Advice...and We Rambl</a>e<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;" ></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-karma-is-bitch-for-reason.html">Sometimes Karma is a Bitch for a Reason</a> (1 of 3)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-kicks-us-in-ass-at-every-turn.html">Life Kicks Us in the Ass at Every Turn</a> (2 of 3)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;">...<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-ass-kicking-from-life.html">More Ass Kicking From Life</a>... (3 of 3)</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/fuck-face-gets-fired-what-we-think.html">Fuck Face Gets Fired and What We Think About That</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-get-new-job-james-meets-fuck-face.html">We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face</a></span></li> </span> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-deeds-and-old-jobs.html" style="line-height: normal;">Good Deeds & Old Jobs</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-our-twitter-account-name-is-me-and.html">Why Our Twitter Account Is "Me" and Not "Us" </a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Food & Cooking</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/cooking-with-frank.html">Cooking With Frank</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/cooking-shepherds-pie-with-us-drunk.html">Cooking Shepherds Pie With Us, Drunk</a></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: separate; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/cooking-with-frank-ratatouille.html">Cooking With Frank, Ratatouille </a></li> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><b><span lang="EN-US">Opinion:</span></b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/religion-you-say-we-have-view-on-that.html"><span lang="EN-US">Religion, You Say? We Have A View On That</span></a></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/growth-and-change-artistic-standpoint.html">Growth and Change; An Artist Standpoint</a></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/04/reading-we-recommended-casey-hannan.html"><span lang="EN-US">Reading We Recommend: Casey Hannan</span></a><span lang="EN-US"></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/hell-rider-film-review.html">Hell Ride: A Film Review</a></span></li> </span></ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><b><span lang="EN-US">Art/Poetry:</span></b></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:16px;color:#333333;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-good-day-james-blog-post.html">'Today Was A Good Day'</a></span></li></ul>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-78779349625313345872011-09-08T16:51:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:02.317-07:00Life Set In Limbo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.craftster.org/pictures/data/500/9628_25May10_Damask_Stencil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.craftster.org/pictures/data/500/9628_25May10_Damask_Stencil.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We're in limbo.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Our boss today told us that they (Human Resources) are trying to push some paperwork through (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">this is in regard to Fridays post, about having to leave our job, and therefore move</a>)...some short form or something that they had used for another "immigrant worker"...he said in a week and a half, to two weeks, they will know for sure if it's been approved; but we're not feeling optimistic about it, for a variety of reason. They are trying to keep us on at work...should it be approved we are faced with a decision.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We hate decisions. We fight about decisions...we all have a different idea and outlook.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do we stay, or do we go?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are many options...and we've come to peace with the idea that we have to leave, and we have someone looking at the property we own, on Saturday, who is interested in purchasing it. We have made a list, talked to James...we have set in motion the plans for leaving (<i>which, if you know us, is a great deal of work even up to this point</i>).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Do we stay?</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If we stay we will keep this job, a job that is killing our back (<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/collision-other-girls-terrible-car.html">we have major back problems from a car accident</a>) and we haven't been there an entire month (<i>the pain...is like someone is setting our back and neck on fire all through the day</i>...<i>it hasn't been this bad since March</i> <i>or so</i>)...and in addition, given our job history...it won't be long until we can't contain <i>Us</i> at work. Yesterday we already started to visibly front (<i>that's a DID term</i>), things were awkward. Things have gotten even more awkward feeling as the days go by, and it's been only a month or so.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are good at what we do though, and the people we work for can see this, it's why they pushed the paperwork through anyway, even though we are on a three month probation, as anyone hired there is...we know that they wouldn't go through the trouble if they didn't have faith in abilities.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Do we go?</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are pretty excited about<a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-new-adventure-decison-is-made.html"> traveling around the United States, and introducing our boyfriend to America</a>. We want to write, to paint, and work our way across the country, and we have the means to do it, if the house sells; we also want to work in restaurants around the country.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It would be nice to live in the United States again, where things are affordable...and we can visit family. <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-hours-with-father-and-baby-brother.html">The Grandmother is ill, and senile</a>...we'd like to be in the same country when it comes time to say goodbye...we never really got to say goodbye to The Grandfather (<i>more to be written about that when the time comes</i>).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have many reasons for going, just as we have many reasons for staying.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Faced with this week and a half wait, we don't know if we should continue carrying on with our plans of moving from here in November, or if we should stay put.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What does our gut instinct say?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have too many opinions, too many gut instincts. Staying would be the easy option...but we're not familiar with easy. Life is short. We've almost died once (<i>the car accident</i>), we've been through terrible experiences (<i><a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/2011/02/emergence-of-frank-beginning.html">our entire life</a></i>)...to say what could go wrong would incite possibilities, but we feel like we should ask "what could go right?" (<i>...that positive little bitch in us who wants to paint the world...</i>). We don't know what to do.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, we're in limbo. We won't know exactly how to feel until the final letter from the government of the country where we are currently living comes in. If it's denied we only have once choice, if for some miraculous reason it is approved then we have <i>choices</i>. We're uncomfortable with that.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do we stay, or do we go?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~Frank et al </div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-8686724736896384132011-09-07T18:13:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:02.561-07:00There's More Than One Way To Skin A Troll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VAQH6-45WI/TmgBWuL-drI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CIh3iEhlWwM/s1600/6.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://us.cdn1.123rf.com/168nwm/pixelsaway/pixelsaway1007/pixelsaway100700020/7343215-the-word-troll-a-creature-from-nordic-mythology-or-someone-who-posts-inflammatory-or-off-topic-messa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://us.cdn1.123rf.com/168nwm/pixelsaway/pixelsaway1007/pixelsaway100700020/7343215-the-word-troll-a-creature-from-nordic-mythology-or-someone-who-posts-inflammatory-or-off-topic-messa.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">What started out as an enjoyable evening on Twitter, and an innocent exchange, because we were drinking, spiraled into a trollish attack when our <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-guest-blogger-writes-about-suicide.html">Sucide Prevention Month post, written by our guest blogger and friend</a> @KerryStott, hit the "Twitter waves" (Timeline). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As per Twitter, read from the bottom up on the following screen shots...which are completely fragmented...ironically. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlaSIXsnCsU/TmgARALUpxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/x9Mp90r-bH0/s1600/5.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4GfVIlYsbE/TmgA_OPlbZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ur7kH7YnzBE/s1600/9.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4GfVIlYsbE/TmgA_OPlbZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ur7kH7YnzBE/s320/9.PNG" width="318" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1YtLY7E4oQ/Tmf_s3mzheI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QFvR3GG9Lik/s1600/4.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1YtLY7E4oQ/Tmf_s3mzheI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QFvR3GG9Lik/s320/4.PNG" width="279" border="0" height="320" /></a> </div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ7HSPnx-bU/TmgCJpIO_OI/AAAAAAAAAlM/xTCiQVxs-88/s1600/8.PNG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ7HSPnx-bU/TmgCJpIO_OI/AAAAAAAAAlM/xTCiQVxs-88/s320/8.PNG" width="320" border="0" height="310" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>You'll have to skip to the bottom of this lower image to start<br />where the other left off, a la Twitter Style.</i></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A fairly new male follower decided he didn't like the post, (<i>or rather the post that Kerry primarily wrote</i>) saying it "glamorized" suicide. We (<i>last night, Catherine</i>) asked him to explain why he thought this (<i>don't think that screen shot of her request made it into the bunch</i>)...he did not...instead he started attacking us about our age, and it spiraled. I'll admit, some of our younger alters are not equipped to handle attacks on Twitter, whereas Frank would have given the bastard a verbal beating, (<i>and did, eventually</i>) and others would have handled it much differently. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usZT85oA5r4/Tmf_dgJgRDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EloLL-7WqhE/s1600/3.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VAQH6-45WI/TmgBWuL-drI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CIh3iEhlWwM/s1600/6.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VAQH6-45WI/TmgBWuL-drI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CIh3iEhlWwM/s320/6.PNG" width="286" border="0" height="320" /></a> </div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFQslnewja0/Tmf_DR9AmnI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z6tyVaW5x88/s1600/2.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFQslnewja0/Tmf_DR9AmnI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z6tyVaW5x88/s400/2.PNG" width="306" border="0" height="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-engVtFUdRYE/TmgBtLvIc6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/nq6LaDqMX3c/s1600/7.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-engVtFUdRYE/TmgBtLvIc6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/nq6LaDqMX3c/s320/7.PNG" width="280" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usZT85oA5r4/Tmf_dgJgRDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EloLL-7WqhE/s1600/3.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usZT85oA5r4/Tmf_dgJgRDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EloLL-7WqhE/s400/3.PNG" width="285" border="0" height="400" /></a> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One of those screen shot is how Sam dealt with it. He's our protector of the younger. He's only 16, but he's an angry angry boy.<br /><br />Then Frankie stepped in. It was really a bad night, not helped at all by the drinking that had gone on while we were on Twitter. (<i>the only way we can sleep through the night, and not wake up every hour, is by drinking these days</i>)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It really spiraled from there, and then Frankie maintained control and the incident was mostly put out of our mind; until morning, when a fellow friend, fellow DID "sufferer" sent us an @ saying he had just performed his very first block. Our response to this was poorly constructed and the "troll" got angry, because he picked up on it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the end we chose to ignore him after the following messages:</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlaSIXsnCsU/TmgARALUpxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/x9Mp90r-bH0/s1600/5.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlaSIXsnCsU/TmgARALUpxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/x9Mp90r-bH0/s400/5.PNG" width="400" border="0" height="311" /></a>You know what, some of us just don't have the capacity to give a fuck, yet others are sensitive (<i>they are younger</i>).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We understand some people might view us as "bat shit crazy"...we also understand, and KNOW, that some people think us more sane than the half of society that judges people based on things like their levels of mental health.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This troll, who hadn't bothered to read our blog, not even the top banner that says who we are, just for a little understanding, felt confident enough to say the things he did to us (<span style="font-style: italic;">all the while admitting he had only skimmed it before "attacking" us about it</span>), and then eventually told us we were "self-important" (<span style="font-style: italic;">because of his misunderstanding as to why we use "we" and "us" in our Tweets</span>), as well as calling us a cunt, and a fat ass (<i>which, by the way, we are not...a fat ass, that is. We're a size 8/10, with a proportionate ass</i>.)</div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cWBjIyN0qA/TmgDTSbfEdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ie5eZS3WsT0/s1600/a.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cWBjIyN0qA/TmgDTSbfEdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ie5eZS3WsT0/s400/a.PNG" width="400" border="0" height="176" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our followers, who he had addressed separately, who came to our defense. We thank you.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This stuck with us, him calling us "self important". All day as we went about some of our work tasks, pipping butter rosettes...and, well, we had some switching today and the only thing I can remember is us being very angry and shoving a lot of stuff, and scowling a lot...and me...thinking thoughts about our sous chef that would get us in trouble with the boyfriend. (Sorry, honey...I'm "lonely"...)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We'll get back to more about the "self important" stuff, meanwhile...trolls are all over the internet, and in social media they reign. Here is a little screen shot of an article we read tonight, which we thought applicable....</div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/30/opinion/30zhuo.html?_r=1&src=ISMR_HP_LO_MST_FB" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z1h5jVHcLQ/Tmf95H9k7zI/AAAAAAAAAks/Expax7zOc0Y/s400/b.PNG" width="400" border="0" height="346" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Screenshot of a NYTimes article, if you click it then it will take you to the article in it's entirety. </td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Having read that, some of our trolls do not seem so bad in comparison...though it depends which of us they are dealing with; we did have a mean one a few months back whose comment on a painting we wrote completely threw some of us into a tailspin (<i>read: sobbing and calling Fabulous People...it was a very bad time of year for us</i>). It currently lives in the comments section of this post <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/saviour-painting.html#comments">http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/saviour-painting.html#comments</a>)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In our time on Twitter, for US it's been about 9 months, us being us, obviously we have encountered many people who some might consider Trolls, for a variety of reasons (<i>and actually, the guy who we talked about at the beginning of this post, we didn't even consider him a troll until one of our followers told us to stop paying attention to that "troll"</i>)...we usually have been able to talk to them rationally, and then they become devout followers...and friends.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not this time.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bottom line, if you are on the internet and blogging about, or have a social media account that you also use to deal with something you are passionate about, you will incite the evil trolls...(<i>we try to remind some of US of that all the time)</i>. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The thing is, there are so many wonderful people who aren't trolls, but all it takes is one nasty fucker to spoil a night, or a day at work. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>How to deal with a Troll</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.socialconversations.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/do-not-feed-the-trolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://www.socialconversations.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/do-not-feed-the-trolls.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="182" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not feeding the troll is a problem for some of us, because we've had positive results...that's one of our optimistic dears at work for you...but ultimately, what we tell the rest of us, and you...don't respond. We stopped responding today when the comments elevated to become extremely rude and harassing...and he went away...hopefully for good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cdn.thenextweb.com/socialmedia/files/2010/07/NetTroll.jpg" imageanchor="1"><br /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Kill them with Kindness</i> -</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We'll admit, this is one (as well as the next two) of the tips we found online...there are only tips given to businesses...people seeimlingly forget that every day people/writers/those in the public eye, can be subject to this bullying. (A troll is a bully)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We're guessing being kind to a troll is akin to waving and smiling to that guy who just gave you the finger on the interstate. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Reach out for support </i>-</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We do this by RTing, sometimes. If one of us feels they can't handle the situation they RT the harassment in hopes someone comes to the rescue, but other times it's to show what a complete cunt the person is. And if it happens in the blog, we blog about it, it's therapeutic...more people read our blog than most would guess, but sadly never enough for our advocacy goal. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We've had people who know us from real life turn into trolls, and have support from followers on Twitter, and friends on Facebook, and blog readers, who have been inspired through our blog come to our defense. Reach out, to wherever you have to when you need help with a troll.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Listen </i>- </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yeah,we got this tip from business related troll literature...listen but also take with a grain of salt...this is how we listened...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He said we are "Self important".<br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No, but we are <i>not self </i>important.<br /><br />We're important.<br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Conceited to say? No.<br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All <i>we</i> have to know about <u>us</u>, to know that overall we are important, is the countless DM messages sent to us...<br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">[paraphrased, but accurate] </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<i>Thank you. My mom suffers from DID and you've given me understanding on what she goes through</i>"</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<i>Thank you, your suicide blog entry was just what I needed. My family member is in the hospital right now because of suicide</i>"</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<i>You help me pull through my day</i>"</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<i>You have inspired me to write</i>"</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...and the list goes on.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Last weekend we were up till well into 2am DMing (<i>Direct Messaging</i>) with a couple of people, one who had placed themselves on self-suicide watch, asking us questions about mental illness (<i>we directed them to see a professional</i>, <i>but we're willing to listen</i>), and a young woman who we scrolled across in the Timeline who clearly needed someone to listen to her. We (<i>the one we were that night, honestly, I never would have done it</i>) extended a hand to them, offering our e-mail address if they ever needed to talk.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Self important. No. But guess what. People who read our blog, our FRIENDS and followers, and people on Twitter who know about <i>us</i>, and feel safe to contact us, because they know we won't judge when it comes to the deep issues (<i>even though are tweets, sometimes, can be a bit cunty bitchy</i>). And though sometimes we struggle with own survival...knowing that we can help someone for a day, an hour, any amount of time, makes us feel like we are important...to others. But never to ourselves.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At the end of the day, when faced with a troll, look at the people who matter,the people who you influence and touch with what you say or do, not the troll and his worshipers, for they are a sad bunch who are angry, and disappointed, by something in thier life, and it's not you.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cdn.thenextweb.com/socialmedia/files/2010/07/NetTroll.jpg"><img src="http://cdn.thenextweb.com/socialmedia/files/2010/07/NetTroll.jpg" width="236" border="0" height="320" /></a> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This post was written for our wonderful followers, and some of <i>us</i>...some of us who have not had a lot of experience first hand with people like those we have experienced since writing and putting our life in the "public eye". Those of us who are older have been trying to guide them, the younger ones, but as anyone knows...guiding the young, trying to teach them how to act and feel...will get you nowhere, and they have to find out for themseleves.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">*<i>Notes to trolls, specifically our recent one...if you're gonna be a douche, you might not want to </i>a)<i> have the location of your Tweets publicity known OR </i>b)<i> provide Twitpics of your face.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As our troll was trolling last night, our protective boyfriend, who could see the distress in Catherine's face, was locating said troll a mere hour and a half away from his own location in the UK. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Meanwhile, on Twitter, you never know who you are dealing with. We are <i>comfortable</i> in the fact that <i>any</i> one of our followers could actually be a murderer, a psychopath, completely fucking insane...There are reasons that people are pushed to that edge.<br /><br />Be a social media troll, we dare you.<br /><br />P.S. We <span style="font-style: italic;">WE'RE</span> gonna hide our "special friends" identity,,,but <span style="font-style: italic;">I </span>decided...fuck it, it's too much work.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>~Emmie (see, I can write about more than just sex)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-776242374294115992011-09-07T18:12:00.000-07:002011-09-22T06:07:27.774-07:00I'm Back At 15 Weeks<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WOW...it has been far too long since I last blogged. The babies and I are doing really good. Just had a busy end to my summer and trying to get in the back to school routine. This year I have such a sweet little class! They are so excited about the twins and cannot wait to meet them. Daily they ask me many questions about the babies. Just yesterday, one little girl told me that she thinks that my babies will be cute! I told her that I know they will be adorable. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's a picture of the babies at 13 weeks. We still have two more weeks before we get to peak at them again. </span><br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-yE9lcphKM/TmgUZGcRS1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/B05nUeSZKFg/s1600/Baby+B+13+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-yE9lcphKM/TmgUZGcRS1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/B05nUeSZKFg/s320/Baby+B+13+weeks.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baby B at 13 Weeks...this is our big baby.</span></td></tr></tbody></table> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zli0X0xBlz4/TmgULRjCEII/AAAAAAAAAFI/sBiV3PHOqlo/s1600/Baby+A+13+Weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zli0X0xBlz4/TmgULRjCEII/AAAAAAAAAFI/sBiV3PHOqlo/s320/Baby+A+13+Weeks.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baby A at 13 weeks...look at those little legs, so cute!</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Starting this week, I'm going to do a weekly pregnacy highlight post. My goal is to document this pregnancy so that I can reflect on it from years to come. I wanted to make it through my first trimester before I started doing weekly posts. So here we go....</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">15 Weeks</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egienpr8NVE/TmgV_AFpf1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fwKK1RVL7x4/s1600/15+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egienpr8NVE/TmgV_AFpf1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fwKK1RVL7x4/s320/15+weeks.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is what I look like after a fun filled day with 22 first graders.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really need to take my pictures in the morning. :)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic"; line-height: 22px;"><b> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic"; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>How Far Along: </b>15 Weeks...finally in the second trimester.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Size of baby:</strong> 4.5 inches and 2 to 3 oz.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Gender:</strong> We will find out at our gender reveal party in October.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Maternity Clothes:</strong> This week I broke out a pair of maternity pants. Other than that, I'm still wearing regular clothes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Weight gain</b>: 3 pounds</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Movement:</strong> No movement yet. Hope to feel them soon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Sleep:</strong> Sleeping like a baby. I know that won't last forever. Soon they will be preparing me for sleepless nights. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Symptoms: </strong>Still a little bit of nauseau.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Cravings:</strong> I don't think I'm craving anything. Jeremy says I'm craving steak. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Watching my little belly grow.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pregnancy Highlights:</span></b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></span></div></b></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-40266411084135961762011-09-06T16:48:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:02.811-07:00Why Our Twitter Account Name is “Me” and not “Us”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.freecoloring.org/images/grapes-coloring-pages.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://www.freecoloring.org/images/grapes-coloring-pages.gif" height="200" border="0" width="146" /></a><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Yep, we're copying a Tumblr post over....why? Because we had a bit of a stressful night and day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;" >We got about three or four hours of sleep last night, it was hard getting to sleep because we were thinking about moving, and things we have to do to prepare and kept getting interrupted by some of us who are sad to be moving...and tears.</span><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Then it was hard to stay asleep and of course we woke up every hour and were awake before the alarm went off (which, btw, these days is:</span><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OSF3h8evqMg" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:small;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">Some of us like our apartment, like the city we live in, especially the part we live in ... and we're moving to live in The Mothers basement. We don't even want to take the room she keeps for us there...that's The Other Girls room...and is right across the hall from The Mother and The Stepfathers bedroom...so we plan on taking The Angry Brothers old bedroom, where he slept when he got in some trouble and had to go stay with The Mother for a couple of years. That's what happens when you create broken children..it's a revolving door of having to help them when they need time to figure shit out. It's why parents should do a good job the first time and try not to fuck their kids up. It's why we don't plan to have any. We'd surely fuck up some poor soul that would be born with amazing potential...and we could never bear the guilt.<br /><br />We're scared of this move, even though we are excited, because it's almost the middle of nowhere, compared to where we live now...we're scared because whenever we visit her all we want to do is eat, and that's going to make us fight (some of us hate when we eat). Ant it's going to be an everyday battle, and there are no jobs in the town/city where she lives...and...there is just so much. But it'll be less stress than the last year. It has to be.<br /><br />I'm nervous, but today not paranoid. We got stressed by the tenants that live in our house...who were not happy to hear we were going to be selling it soon...but that's a story for another day.<br /><br />We decided to move the Tumblr post that Ivy wrote this past weekend over to here "The Big Blog"...so here it is.<br /><br />Frank and I are going to drink now, because we need to be able to fall asleep tonight and it seems that wine does that for us, eventually...help us fall asleep.<br /><br />~Catherine (& Frank...she's here too)<br />-------------</span></span><span style="font-size:small;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We get a lot of people asking… </span></span><br /><br /><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Shouldn’t your account be called @JustCall<span style="font-weight: bold;">Us</span>Frank?” or why isn’t it.</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">If you read our blog you know that the one of us to start the blog, and this account (The Other Girl, our core*, who no longer exists) did so trying to hide who she was, and who we were. Once she started the account, that was linked to our “Big Blog” then we decided not to change it. Too much work, and we were under a lot of distress to worry about such things. Now…it’s pretty much stuck.</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">In addition, while we are many of us, we wish to be treated like any other person, be treated as one. We don’t want our illness to define us. Mental illness should not define anyone.</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">If you’ve read our boyfriends blog you know what a struggle that can be for him, treating us as one. It shouldn’t be hard for you people on Twitter to deal with. Just do it.</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:small;">At any given moment we are a different person, and sometimes more than one at once…for those of you who don’t read our other blogs that makes no sense….but in the meantime, our desire to be treated as one makes us appreciate having our blog and accounts named Just Call Me Frank…because we don’t want people, outside of our boyfriend and super-close friends, calling us anything else (and even then, only some of us want to be, and are allowed to be, called by our real names)</span></div><div face="arial"><br /></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:small;">Plus, it’s a user name. Get the fuck over it and deal with it. Do you use YOUR real name? No. So we choose to use only one of our names. There are nine of us, just like in real life, we have to use The Other Girls name (the one of our birth certificate), here we have to use Franks. How hard is that really to understand?</span></div><div face="arial"><br /></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:small;">Shouldn't be. AND it should[n't] matter to you. (she wrote while drinking...we had to fix that with brackets...)</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">Thanks for reading. This was inspired by yet another person asking a stupid irrelevant question…and 140 characters not being enough to explain it.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">~Ivy (and some et al)<br /><br />P.S. The harshness is a bit of an edge from a bottle (+) of wine…but anyone who knows us knows we're not angry…just…us</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">------------------------------------------ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://images5.cpcache.com/product_zoom/197654475v7_480x480_Front_padToSquare-true.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://images5.cpcache.com/product_zoom/197654475v7_480x480_Front_padToSquare-true.jpg" height="320" border="0" width="320" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div face="arial" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;" >*that's a DID term...which you can find more information about, if you care to, on one of our other blogs...</span><a href="http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/</a><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> (the terms are on the left hand side)</span></span></div></div><div face="arial" style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-19953611292279528132011-09-05T16:27:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:03.030-07:00Sad Clown Society - A Painting<div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">Despite the three paintings in waiting...like ladies, only more patient....this weekend we started another. </span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">We managed to complete it, while the other three paintings looked on miserably, each 75% done.</span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">We don't know how to describe our painting style, it depends on who starts them, who finishes them...and who has any influence at all over them; most of them end up looking like someone else painted them (in some peoples opinion).</span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">This one was started by the major influence of Brooke...without getting into too much about her, for reasons only we and James really understand, we hope that if we sell any paintings one day, this is the first to go. While he, and we, enjoy/like it; Brooke is not a nice person, and has been very unkind to James...and was so the night we started this painting.</span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;" >We paint as therapy, the stuff in our head that can't be put in words get set to canvas</span><span style="font-size:small;">.</span></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size:small;">While it was started by Brooke, the clown in the painting was inspired by a character in a story written by and dedicated to us by our dear friend </span><a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/JimRitchie16">@JimRitchie</a> called <a href="http://jimrit.wordpress.com/2011/08/05/the-pomegranate-prince/">The Pomegranate Prince.</a><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:small;">This is our fifth painting this year. We plan to complete at least two more (two in waiting) by the end of the year.</span> Here are links to some of the other pairings on this blog.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><b><span lang="EN-US">Art/Poetry:</span></b></span></b></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><ul style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/evil-of-three-painting.html"><span lang="EN-US">Evil of Three</span><span lang="EN-US">: A Painting</span></a></span></span></li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/03/saviour-painting.html"><span lang="EN-US">Saviour: A Painting (<i>this one is our favourite</i>)</span></a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/05/deadly-catch-painting.html">Deadly Catch: A Painting</a></span><span lang="EN-US"></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/06/untitled-vision-a-painting.html">Untitled Vision A: A Paiting</a></li></span><br />...or here they are, all in one place, as well as pairings/artwork we've done over the past 20+ years: <a href="http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/p/inside-mind-of-frank-visual-art.html">http://issueoffrank.blogspot.com/p/inside-mind-of-frank-visual-art.html</a><br /><br />And here is our new one...the lighting is shit, and we lost our good camera almost a year ago (will be replaced before <a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-new-adventure-decison-is-made.html">our big adventure next year</a>).<br /><span id="goog_218497823"></span><span id="goog_218497824"></span><br /></span></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZjTChqfpmI/TmVXUI5ZJeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PaA7DC7NU48/s1600/SAdCLowSociety1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZjTChqfpmI/TmVXUI5ZJeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PaA7DC7NU48/s400/SAdCLowSociety1.jpg" height="400" border="0" width="330" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Sad Clown Society</i><br />20 x 35<br />Acrylic on Canvas</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Close ups (<i>clickable to be seen bigger</i>):</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWrDzDqHBbE/TmVXbVsltaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/bIe8Omt3SiM/s1600/SAdCLowSociety1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWrDzDqHBbE/TmVXbVsltaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/bIe8Omt3SiM/s400/SAdCLowSociety1a.jpg" height="250" border="0" width="400" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzzgz9KEyi0/TmVXiXMFZcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BhNNusF4CtI/s1600/SAdCLowSociety1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzzgz9KEyi0/TmVXiXMFZcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BhNNusF4CtI/s400/SAdCLowSociety1b.jpg" height="315" border="0" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-78184219366622908142011-09-04T13:06:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:57:03.246-07:00Our New Adventure - The Decison Is Made<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QX6crS25q4/TmPXGDnzPwI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yE7fLIoSWc8/s1600/il_fullxfull.169189842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QX6crS25q4/TmPXGDnzPwI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yE7fLIoSWc8/s320/il_fullxfull.169189842.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Regarding<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_251401888"> <span id="goog_251401885"></span></a><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_251401888">Fridays post<span id="goog_251401886"></span></a><a href="http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-we-live.html">, where we talk about where we live and why we might have to move.</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We've decided no matter the outcome of the work permit renewal we are headed back to our land of birth. So, somewhere between November and January we will be headed back to The United States of America...where we will, along with our British boyfriend James, take a stop for a week, to a couple of months, and live with The Mother (<i>we'll see how long that lasts before we go bat shit crazy</i>).</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Following that we will be working on a way to work and travel around the United States, we hope to start out around April 2012. </span><span style="font-size: small;">James has never been to the United States, so we figure it will be a good geography lesson for when he has to pass his citizenship test. Does anyone know what's on that thing anway? Probably a lot of stuff an average American can't even answer, we're guessing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://i.infopls.com/images/states_imgmap.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://i.infopls.com/images/states_imgmap.gif" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully we will be spending no more than a couple of weeks to a month in any single big city. <i>So far</i> the list includes stops in Illinois, Ohio, New York, Florida, Kansas, Arizona, California, Oregon and Minnesota.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On our tour of the United States James and us would like to stop and see some of the Tweeple who we have come to regard as mutual friends...some of you know who you are. We also plan to "hop the fence" and see some our Canadian Tweeple who live along the borderline.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the process James and us will get a good idea of where we might want to move to in the end, what city we feel most suits us, where we can stay and...who knows what. Build a future together.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We definitely will be blog about it...just as we do everything else.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We've decided we are tired of the struggle we've had and the money we've spent trying to stay in a country that seems, now, hell bent on making it difficult for us to stay, over and over, even after we've put in blood, sweat and tears...not to mention love.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's given us some calm, peace of mind...or maybe we've just lost our last marble. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Granted not every one of us is thrilled, some are nervous about living with The Mother and The Stepfather, and they will be the catalyst in a speedy departure, to be sure.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We're excited, we're nervous, we're apprehensive...but feeling oddly optoimistic to be moving "home".</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We have some loose ends to tie up where we are now, and we'd like to be able to stay here, as a visitor, once our work permit expires (October 6th)....we'd like to stay here until January.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the most spontaneously non spontaneous we have ever been. We're not good with making plans...but I feel like that with James...anything is possible. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully we will figure out how to make that happen, the move, the trip...without too much stress. The Father is coming with a trailer whenever we are ready to help us move, which will make it much easier.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the meantime, we'll be finishing out our work permit at our current job, putting a house up for sale that we own, and working on some of our paintings, continuing to write and hopefully finishing up the last few years of the story of our lives so we can move onto the future, and trying to be positive about the whole thing...taking two cats, the man we love, and the whole of us...</span><span style="font-size: small;">embarking on a new adventure, to a new life. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">~Frank et al </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.laserremovaltips.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Phoenix-tattoo-designs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.laserremovaltips.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Phoenix-tattoo-designs.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-34597763928496366562011-09-04T06:08:00.000-07:002011-09-04T09:30:09.920-07:00Jokes 4 September 2011<br /><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b> </b><img alt="http://yattungka.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/hilarious-jokes.jpg" src="http://yattungka.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/hilarious-jokes.jpg" /></div><br /><b>Ihsan Magazine</b> - kali ini saya akan share tentang jokes 4 september 2011,ini dia cekidot : <br /><br />Boy: Nikah yuk? <br />Girl: Kamu punya rumah? <br />Boy: Enggak <br />Girl: Punya mobil BMW? <br />Boy: Enggak <br />Girl: Gaji kamu brp? <br />Boy: Nggak ad gaji, tapi..!! <br />Girl: Nggak ada tapi !!! Ga punya rumah, ga ada BMW, ga ada gaji?? Pergi loe.!! <br />Boy: (sambil pergi dia berfikir) gw punya 2 villa, 3 pulau pribadi , 3 Ferrari, 2 Porsche, ngapain juga beli rumah lg sm BMW... Yang gaji gw siapa? Org gw bosnya.. Dasar cewe aneh !!!<br /><br />============================================================<br /><br />Ternyata neraka itu dibagi-bagi sesuai dengan asal setiap orang, tapi siapapun boleh memilih ke neraka negara mana saja. <br /><br />Karena si perampok ini ngefans sama celebrities Amerika, akhirnya dia memilih masuk ke pintu neraka Amerika. <br /><br />Pintu di buka, ternyata tidak banyak orang yang antri. <br /><br />"Kalian diapain di sini?" dia bertanya kepada salah satu yang antri. <br /><br />"Pertama kita didudukkan di atas kursi listrik selama satu jam, lalu didudukkan lagi di atas kursi paku selama satu jam, terakhir disiram dengan bensin dan disulut api sambil menunggu setan Amerika datang yang akan mencabik kita sepanjang sisa hari." <br /><br />Karena kedengarannya tidak menyenangkan, si perampok tadi pindah ke pintu neraka negara lain. Mulai dari Rusia, Inggris, Jepang dan negara-negara lain. Tapi, perlakuan di sana sama semua seperti di neraka Amerika. <br /><br />Akhirnya dia memutuskan untuk ke neraka orang Indonesia, siapa tahu perlakuannya lebih menyenangkan. <br /><br />Pintu dibuka, dia kaget. Banyak sekali orang yang antri di sini, bahkan orang-orang dari negara lain ikut berdesak-desakan. <br /><br />"Kalian diapain di sini?" dia bertanya kepada salah satu orang Indonesia yang ikut antri. <br /><br />"Pertama kita didudukkan di atas kursi listrik selama satu jam, lalu didudukkan lagi di atas kursi paku selama satu jam, terakhir disiram dengan bensin dan disulut api sambil menunggu setan Indonesia datang yang akan mencabik kita sepanjang sisa hari." <br /><br />"Lho! Itu kan sama persis dengan neraka-neraka yang lain?!" si perampok 'ga habis pikir. <br /><br />"Tapi, kenapa orang yang antri lebih banyak ketimbang di neraka tetangga sebelah?" <br /><br />"Mas, di sini service-nya sangat-sangat buruk; kursi listriknya nggak nyala karena listrik sering mati, kursi pakunya nggak ada - tinggal pakunya aja karena kursinya sering diperebutkan, bensinnya juga 'ga ada tuh - harganya melambung tinggi, panitia 'ga sanggup" " kata orang tadi. <br /><br />"Dan yang paling enak, setannya cuman dateng, tanda tangan absen, langsung pulang…<br /><br /><br />=====================================================<br /><br /><br />Seorang taster pada sebuah pabrik minuman meninggal, si boss mulai mencari penggantinya untuk segera mempekerjakannya. <br />Pada suatu hari datanglah seorang pemabuk dengan pakaian compang-camping, terlihat kotor dan dekil datang untuk melamar. Si boss mencari cara untuk mengusirnya lalu mengujinya dengan memberinya dengan segelas minuman. <br />Si "dekil" mencobanya dan berkata "Ini anggur merah, muscat, sudah berumur tiga tahun, tumbuh di lereng utara, disimpan dalam dalam kontainer baja." <br />"Itu benar", kata boss lalu memberinya satu gelas lagi. <br />"Ini anggur cabernet, merah, delapan tahun, lereng barat daya, disimpan dalam tong kayu oak." <br />"Benar." Si bosspun tercengang. Dia lalu mengedipkan mata pada sekretarisnya untuk "menyarankan" sesuatu. <br />Sekretaris kemudian ke belakang sebentar untuk buang air kecil dan menampungnya dalam gelas lalu diberikan kepada sang boss untuk melanjutnya test. Setelah mencicipi isi gelas tsb si "dekil" berkata "berambut pirang, umur 26 tahun, hamil tiga bulan dan jika anda tidak memberi saya pekerjaan, saya akan memberitahu siapa ayahnya.<br /><br /><br />========================================================<br /><br />Malam ini udara dingin sekali. Dua hari lagi hari raya Imlek akan tiba. Vivin yang sedang berdiri di halte, mengusap-usap telapak tangannya untuk mengusir dingin. Sayup-sayup terdengar suara burung hantu di kejauhan. Vivin mengutuk bossnya dalam hati, karena memaksanya berangkat pada jam yang sangat tidak menyenangkan ini. Vivin ditugaskan untuk mengantarkan sebuah paket ke sebuah gudang tua di ujung kota. Perjalanan ke sana memerlukan waktu sekitar setengah jam, dan satu-satunya jenis angkutan umum yang tersedia adalah bis bertingkat yang sudah tua dan jalannya lambat.<br />Setelah menunggu lama, akhirnya bis itu muncul. Vivin pun naik. Hanya ada beberapa penumpang saja yang terlihat. Vivin terus melangkah menuju tangga karena dia memutuskan untuk duduk di tingkat atas saja. <br />Tetapi langkahnya dihentikan oleh seorang nenek keriput yang duduk di dekat tangga.<br />Nenek itu berkata,<br />"Jangan naik ke atas, nak. Di atas berbahaya.". <br />Vivin terkejut. Dia pernah mendengar kisah-kisah menyeramkan tentang bis bertingkat seperti yang pernah diceritakan teman-temannya. Karena merasa ngeri, Vivin pun mengurungkan niatnya untuk naik ke atas. <br />Setelah memilih sebuah bangku yang agak jauh, Vivin duduk sambil membayangkan hal-hal yang mengerikan yang mungkin terjadi.<br />Perjalanan 30 menit yang menegangkan itu pun akhirnya dapat dilalui. Vivin telah sampai di tempat tujuannya, ketika bis bertingkat itu berhenti di sebuah halte. <br />Vivin turun sambil menarik nafas lega, sementara bis itu kembali melanjutkan perjalanannya.<br />Keesokan malamnya, satu malam sebelum malam Imlek, Vivin kembali ditugaskan bossnya untuk mengantarkan sebuah paket lagi ke gudang yang sama. Vivin pun kembali berangkat menuju halte. <br />Keesokan harinya, tepat pada malam Imlek, Vivin kembali diberi tugas oleh bossnya untuk mengantarkan sebuah paket lagi ke gudang yang sama dengan sebelumnya. <br />Vivin menunggu bis di halte sambil melihat ke sekelillingnya. Suasana kota terlihat meriah. Lampion dan hiasan berwarna warni menghiasi sudut-sudut jalan. <br />Ketika bis bertingkat yang ditunggunya datang, Vivin naik. Bis itu adalah bis yang sama dengan yang kemarin. Vivin melihat ke arah bangku di dekat tangga, dan benar saja, nenek yang sama dengan yang kemarin terlihat duduk di situ. <br />Vivin lalu mendekati nenek keriput itu. Sebelum nenek itu berkata apa-apa, Vivin mendahuluinya, <br />"Nek, apapun yang akan Nenek katakan, saya tetap akan naik dan duduk di atas. Malam ini adalah malam Imlek dan suasana kota begitu meriahnya, saya tidak takut akan sesuatupun."<br />Tanpa menunggu jawaban apa-apa dari nenek tua itu, Vivin lalu naik ke atas. Tidak ada penumpang satu orang pun di atas. <br />Vivin memilih untuk duduk di dekat jendela, dan menunggu dengan perasaan tegang. Tetapi hingga 30 menit berlalu, tidak terjadi apa-apa.<br />Akhirnya Vivin sampai di tempat tujuan, dan bis itu berhenti di sebuah halte. Vivin turun dari tingkat atas dan mencari si nenek keriput di dekat tangga. <br />Setelah bertemu, lalu Vivin bertanya, <br />"Nek, kenapa sih, Nenek melarang penumpang untuk naik ke atas? Saya sudah mencoba sendiri, ternyata di atas tidak ada apa-apa yang membahayakan. Sebenarnya ada apa sih, nek?"<br />Sambil menunjukkan jarinya ke atas, nenek keriput itu menjawab, <br />"Di atas berbahaya, nak. Tidak ada supirnya."<br /><br />=======================================================<br />Seorang supir bernama topik lagi nyetirin boss bule Amrik, kebetulan lagi sial. Mobilnya nyodok kendaraan di depannya karena mendadak berhenti. <br /><br />Dengan terbata-bata topik minta maaf kepada si boss, "Sorry Sir, I brake brake, do not eat. After I check the wheel no flower again." ( maaf Tuan, saya rem-rem nggak makan, setelah saya cek rodanya nggak ada kembangannya lagi) <br /><br />Begitu si Boss mau ikutan ribut sama yang ditabrak, topik nyeletuk, "Don't follow mix, Sir! The bring that car if not wrong is the children fruit from manager money, he stupid no play! Let know taste." ( nggak usah ikut campur, Pak! Yang bawa mobil itu kalo nggak salah anak buah dari manajer keuangan, dia memang goblok bukan main! Biar tahu rasa) <br /><br />Besoknya si topik gak masuk kerja, terus pas lusanya dia masuk si boss bule nanya, "Why didn't you come to work?" <br /><br />Topik menjawab, <br /><br />"I am sorry boss, my body is not delicious, my body taste like enter the wind." ( maaf boss, badan saya tidak enak, badan saya rasanya seperti masuk angin<br /><br />kaskus.us <br /><br />Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-67652255896125880552011-09-04T06:06:00.000-07:002011-09-04T09:30:10.406-07:00SMS GOMBAL 4 SEPTEMBER 2011<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3GWpvO1xsA/ThLe4paKdMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/iPZ1jbQFgdI/s1600/Cinta-Sejati+remaja.jpg" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3GWpvO1xsA/ThLe4paKdMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/iPZ1jbQFgdI/s200/Cinta-Sejati+remaja.jpg" width="193" /></div><br /> <b>Ihsan Magazine </b>- SMS Gombal Terbaru ini merukapan koleksi SMS yang kesekian kalinya saya share,setelah saya sudah lama nganggur share sms gombal kali ini saya akan sharing yang bermutu dah :<br /><br />Tatapan mata kamu ibarat gigi piranha; sekali nancep, aku ga bakalan bisa selamat.<br /><br />"Semenjak kenal sama kamu, warna pelangi berubah jadi mejikucintakamu."<br /><br />"Namanya siapa?" "Thia" "kepanjangannya?" "Thiada yang lain kecuali kamu dihatiku"<br /><br />"Namanya siapa?" "Maria" "Oh, kepanjangannya?" "MARIAku tunjukan jalan menuju hatimu" "...."<br /><br />"Udah siang gini panasnya gak nahan, tapi kalo udah liat kamu pasti langsung seger deh.<br /><br />Masuk angin dikerokin, biar mantep pake paku. Dari kemarin aku mikirin, kapan kamu mau nembak aku?<br /><br />Biar kaya, peras keringet. Apa yg bisa buat kamu percaya, kalo aku sayang banget?<br /><br />Buah duku dibawa tamu, taruh di keranjang buatan Kenya. Aku sangat cinta kamu, dari sekarang sampe selamanya<br /><br />Nasi hangat untuk tamu, tamunya lembut penjual aki. Aku sangat merindukanmu, dari rambut sampai ujung kaki<br /><br />Pergi Kepulau W lewat jalan berduri,semua barangku emang KW tapi cintaku ORI<br /><br />Ke Kampung Melayu panen buah. Love you and muuuaaahh.<br /><br />Ada kuntilanak, di atas pohon beringin. Kalau punya anak, kamulah ibu yang kuingin<br /><br />Diatas kereta, kita bertemu. Aku jatuh cinta, karena kecantikan hatimu<br /><br />Langit mendung, hujan rintik-rintik. Pakai kerudung, kamu kelihatan makin cantik<br /><br />cewe: 'abang, abang bener2 cinta ga ama AKU?' <br />cowo: 'tentu donk' <br />cewe: 'buktinya ?' <br />cowo: 'WALAUPUN LAUT TERBENTANG LUAS DI ANTARA KITA, AKU AKAN BERENANG UNTUK SAMPAI KE TEMPATMU' <br />cewe: 'terus?' <br />cowo: 'WALAUPUN BERIBU-RIBU GUNUNG MENGHALANGI KITA, AKU AKAN MENDAKINYA UNTUK TERUS BERSAMAMU' <br />cewe: 'bener?' <br />cowo: 'bener donk, dan WALAUPUN BADAI API MENGELILINGIMU, AKU AKAN MENEROBOSNYA UNTUK TERUS MENDATANGIMU' <br />cewe: 'terus kenape kemaren kagak dateng?' <br />cowo: 'Gak boleh sama bini<br /><br />Kalau kamu nanya berapa kali kamu datang ke pikiranku, jujur aja, cuma sekali. abisnya, ga pergi2 sih! — Gubraak!!<br /><br />Sempet bingung jg, kok aku bisa senyum sendiri. Baru nyadar, aku lagi mikirin kamu. — WAKS!<br /><br />Kalau suatu saat kamu hancurkan hatiku… akan kucintai kamu dengan kepingannya yang tersisa. — Hoeeek!<br /><br />Berusaha melupakanmu, sama sulitnya dengan mengingat seseorang yang tak pernah kukenal. — Hahaha nice one!<br /><br />Kalau kamu ajak aku melompat bareng, aku ngga bakalan mau. Mending aku lari ke bawah, bersiap menangkapmu. — idih gepeng ntar!<br /><br />Aku pernah jatuhkan setetes air mata di selat Sunda. Di hari aku bisa menemukannya lagi, itulah waktunya aku berhenti mencintaimu. — jitak!<br /><br />Ga usah janjiin bintang dan bulan untuk aku, cukup janjiin kamu bakal selalu bersamaku di bawah cahayanya. — Jreng.. gak kuku..<br /><br />Kalau kamu nanya mana yg lebih penting buat aku: hidupku atau hidupmu, aku bakal jawab hidupku. Eits, jangan marah dulu, karena kamulah hidupku. — hahaha sakit perut..<br /><br />Pertama ketemu, aku takut ngomong sama kamu. Pertama ngomong sama kamu, aku takut kalau nanti suka sama kamu. Udah suka, aku makin takut kalau jatuh cinta. Setelah sekarang cinta sama kamu, aku jadi bener2 takut kehilangan kamu. Kamu emang menakutkan — gantung diri…<br /><br />Ketika hidup memberiku seratus alasan untuk menangis, kau datang membawa seribu alasan untuk tersenyum. — getok pake kursi<br /><br />Jika aku bisa jadi bagian dari dirimu, aku mau jadi airmatamu, yang tersimpan di hatimu, lahir dari matamu, hidup di pipimu, dan mati di bibirmu -– maksut loh?!<br /><br />Orang bilang bulan itu indah…tapi aku bilang tidak. Orang bilang planet venus itu cantik…tapi menurut aku tidak. Aku bilang bumi itu indah dan cantik…karena ada kamu. — lempar pake bedug mesjid!<br /><br />Obat yang gak pahit dan NGGAK NYIKSA tuh cuma senyuman kamu<br /><br />Pgn internetan deh, cuma buat browsing cari tau kamu sudah punya pacar atau belum.<br /><br />Bang, cinta itu NGGAK NYIKSA. Yang NYIKSA itu kalo abang NGGAK sama aku<br /><br />Tiap kali buka Internet ada menu home. Jadi inget kamu karena you are my home.<br /><br />Ayah kamu nahkoda? Hati aku ketimpa jangkar nih baca SMS kamu. <br /><br />Ketemu Julia Perez bikin gemeter, liat SMS dari kamu bikin hati deg2 syer.<br /><br />Kalo ga ada internet, aku mati gaya. Kalo gak ada kamu aku bisa mati gila<br /><br />Kalo aku dapet semen gratis, aku akan bangun istana cinta kita di hatimu<br /><br />Kamu connect INTERNET terus buka wikileaks deh. Disitu ada rahasia2 betapa aku sangat mencintaimu<br /><br />Nggak perlu beli rumah mahal2, kamu cukup tinggal di hatiku aja, GRATIS!<br /><br />INTERNET= INgin TERus-meNErus mencinTaimu. <br /><br />Biar kata orang abang jual mahal tapi kalo buat eneng abang gratis dah.Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050508941029300408.post-87241663362159303462011-09-04T06:05:00.000-07:002011-09-04T09:30:10.592-07:00Inilah 10 Tempat paling Rahasia di Dunia <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="id" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"><b>Ihsan Magazine </b>- Banyak tempat di bumi ini yang tidak bisa dikunjungi oleh umum</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"> yang diyakini sebagai</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">tempat-tempat</span> paling <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">rahasia</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">dan eksklusif</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">bahwa</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">Berikut ini adalah daftar</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations"></span>10 <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">sepuluh</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">tempat yang</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">paling</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">signifikan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">di seluruh</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">dunia</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">yang</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">tertutup</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">untuk</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">umum</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">atau</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">yang</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">hampir</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">tidak mungkin</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">bagi</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">masyarakat</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">untuk mengunjunginya</span><span class="" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="id" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">10. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Mezhgorye</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/underground16_01-tm.jpg?w=291&h=350" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #004b91; float: left; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/underground16_01-tm.jpg?w=291&h=350" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="266" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Mezhgorye is a closed town in Russia which is believed to <br />house people working on the highly secret Mount Yamantaw.">Mezhgorye adalah kota tertutup di Rusia yang diyakini sebagai rumah bagi orang-orang yang bekerja di Gunung Yamantaw yang sangat rahasia.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The town was founded in <br />1979.">Kota ini didirikan pada tahun 1979. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Mount Yamantaw stands at 1,640 metres (5,381 <br />ft) and is the highest mountain in the southern Urals.">Tinggi Gunung Yamantaw 1.640 meter (5.381 kaki) dan merupakan gunung tertinggi di Ural selatan.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Along <br />with Kosvinsky Mountain (600 km to the north), it is suspected by the <br />United States of being a large secret nuclear facility and/or bunker.">Berbarengan dengan Kosvinsky Mountain (600 km ke arah utara), diduga oleh Amerika Serikat menjadi fasilitas </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Along <br />with Kosvinsky Mountain (600 km to the north), it is suspected by the <br />United States of being a large secret nuclear facility and/or bunker.">rahasia </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Along <br />with Kosvinsky Mountain (600 km to the north), it is suspected by the <br />United States of being a large secret nuclear facility and/or bunker.">nuklir dan / atau sebagai bungker. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Large excavation projects have been observed by US <br />satellite imagery as recently as the late 1990s, during the time of <br />Boris Yeltsin's pro-Western government after the fall of the Soviet <br />Union.">Proyek penggalian besar telah diamati oleh citra satelit AS baru-baru ini akhir 1990-an, pada masa pemerintahan Boris Yeltsin pro-Barat setelah jatuhnya Uni Soviet. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Two garrisons, Beloretsk-15 and Beloretsk-16, were<br /> built on top of the facility.">Dua garnisun, Beloretsk-15 dan Beloretsk-16, dibangun di atas fasilitas. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Repeated US questions have yielded several <br />different responses from the Russian government regarding Mount <br />Yamantaw.">Mengulangi pertanyaan AS telah menghasilkan respon yang berbeda dari pemerintah Rusia tentang Gunung Yamantaw. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="They have said it is a mining <br />site, a repository for Russian treasures, a food storage area, and a <br />bunker for leaders in case of nuclear war.">Mereka telah mengatakan itu adalah lokasi tambang, repositori untuk harta Rusia, tempat penyimpanan makanan, dan sebuah bunker bagi para pemimpin dalam hal perang nuklir. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="They have<br /> said it is a mining site, a repository for Russian treasures, a food <br />storage area, and a bunker for leaders in case of nuclear war."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />9. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Vatican Secret Archives</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/vatican-archives2-tm.jpg?w=400&h=266" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #004b91; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 1em 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/vatican-archives2-tm.jpg?w=400&h=266" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="This has been mentioned on a <br />previous list – the archives are not secret despite their names.">Arsip di Vatican tidak rahasia meskipun nama mereka. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="You can view any document you <br />wish.">Anda dapat melihat dokumen yang Anda inginkan. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="But <br />you cannot enter the archive.">Tapi Anda tidak bisa masuk ke ruangan arsip. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="You must submit your request for a document and it<br /> will be supplied to you.">Anda harus mengirimkan permintaan Anda untuk sebuah dokumen dan akan diberikan kepada Anda.</span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Despite the foolishness of the recent junk from Ron Howard and <br />Dan Brown (Angels and Demons) the documents are all available and there <br />are no copies of suppressed scientific theories or great works that were<br /> banned."> </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The only documents you can't access are those <br />which are not yet 75 years old (in order to protect diplomatic and <br />governmental information).">Dokumen-dokumen Anda tidak bisa diakses oleh mereka yang belum 75 tahun (dalam rangka untuk melindungi informasi diplomatik dan pemerintah). </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Indexes are available for people who<br /> want to see if a document exists in the archives.">Indeks tersedia bagi orang yang ingin melihat apakah dokumen ada dalam arsip. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The <br />Vatican Secret Archives have been estimated to contain 52 miles (84 km) <br />of shelving, and there are 35,000 volumes in the selective catalog <br />alone.">Arsip Rahasia Vatikan telah diperkirakan mengandung 52 mil (84 km) dari rak, dan ada 35.000 volume dalam katalog selektif saja. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The Vatican Secret Archives have been estimated to<br /> contain 52 miles (84 km) of shelving, and there are 35,000 volumes in <br />the selective catalog alone."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="id" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The Vatican Secret Archives have been estimated to<br /> contain 52 miles (84 km) of shelving, and there are 35,000 volumes in <br />the selective catalog alone.">8. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Club 33</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/800px-dscn1166-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #004b91; float: left; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/800px-dscn1166-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Contrary to popular belief, Disneyland has a full liquor license <br />which is used when the place closes down to the general public to <br />accommodate private parties.">Ada </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="But there is one place in Disneyland that is <br />always open to sell booze: Club 33.">satu tempat di Disneyland yang selalu terbuka untuk menjual minuman keras: Club 33. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Club 33 is a private club <br />located in the heart of the New Orleans Square section of Disneyland.">Club 33 adalah sebuah klub swasta yang berlokasi di jantung bagian New Orleans Square Disneyland. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Officially maintained as a secret feature of the theme <br />park, the entrance of the club is located next to the Blue Bayou <br />Restaurant at “33 Royal Street” with the entrance recognizable by an <br />ornate address plate with the number 33 engraved on it.">Resmi dipertahankan sebagai fitur rahasia dari taman, pintu masuk klub terletak di sebelah Blue Bayou Restaurant di "33 Royal Street" dengan pintu masuk dikenali oleh pelat alamat hiasan dengan jumlah 33 terukir di atasnya. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fees <br />for joining range from 10 – 30 thousand US dollars and membership comes <br />with a car park.">Biaya untuk bergabung berkisar 1-30 dollar AS dan keanggotaan dilengkapi dengan tempat parkir. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="If you want to join the club, you have to go<br /> to the end of the fourteen year waiting list.">Jika Anda ingin bergabung dengan klub, Anda harus pergi ke akhir daftar tunggu empat belas tahun. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="If you want to join the club, you have to go to the end of <br />the fourteen year waiting list.">7. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; 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vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="id" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Metro</span><span class="atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">-</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">2</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">di</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Moskow</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">,</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Rusia</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">adalah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">rahasia</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">diklaim</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">sistem</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">metro</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">bawah tanah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">yang</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">sejajar</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">dengan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Moskow</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Metro</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">publik</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">.</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Sistem</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">ini</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">dibangun</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">diduga</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">selama</span> <span class="hps atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">(</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">atau</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">dari</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">)</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">waktu</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Stalin</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">dan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">nama kode</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">D</span><span class="atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">-</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">6</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">oleh</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">KGB</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Wartawan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Rusia</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">telah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">melaporkan</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">keberadaan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Metro</span><span class="atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">-</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">2</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">ini</span>, tetapi<span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Dinas Keamanan Federal</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">Federasi</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Rusia</span> <span class="hps atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">(</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">FSB</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">)</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">atau</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">administrasi</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Moskow</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Metro tidak membantah atau membenarkan hal itu</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Panjang</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Metro</span><span class="atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">-</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">2</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">dikabarkan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">bahkan</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">melebihi</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">dari</span> <span class="hps atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations"></span><span class="hps atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">"</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">sipil</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">"</span> (publik) <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Metro</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">.</span> <span class="hps atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">(</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">Hal</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">ini</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">dikatakan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">memiliki</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">4</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">baris</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">dan</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">kedalaman</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">50 sampai 200</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">m</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations"></span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">Dikatakan</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">untuk</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">menghubungkan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">Kremlin</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">dengan</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">markas besar</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">FSB</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">,</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">bandara</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">pemerintah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">di</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Vnukovo</span><span class="atn" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">-</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">2</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">,</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">dan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">sebuah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">kota</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">bawah tanah</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">di</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">Ramenki</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">,</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">di</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">samping</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">lokasi</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">lain</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">nasional</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">penting</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">Tak perlu</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">dikatakan</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">,</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">kenyataan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">bahwa</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">tidak ada yang</span><span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate <br />translations">menegaskan</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">keberadaannya</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">membuat</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">cukup sulit</span> <span class="hps" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for <br />alternate translations">untuk dikunjungi</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="id" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Click for alternate translations">6. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b style="margin: 0px; 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outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;">White’s Gentlemen’s Club</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/400px-whites-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #004b91; float: left; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/400px-whites-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: #00e000; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: #00e000; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="White's <br />is the most exclusive English gentlemen's club.">White adalah klub pria Inggris paling eksklusif itu. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It was founded in 1693 by <br />Italian Francesco Bianco (Francis White) to sell the newly discovered <br />hot chocolate but eventually became a typical (but extremely private) <br />gentlemen's club.">Perusahaan ini didirikan pada 1693 oleh Bianco Francesco Italia (Francis Putih) untuk menjual cokelat panas yang baru ditemukan tetapi akhirnya menjadi klub (tapi sangat pribadi) khas gentlemen's. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The <br />club is famous for its “betting book” in which members make bizarre <br />gambles.">Klub ini terkenal dengan "buku taruhan" nya di mana anggota membuat judi aneh. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The most famous of which is a 3,000 pound bet on which of two <br />raindrops would slide down the window first.">Yang paling terkenal yang merupakan £ 3000 bertaruh pada yang mana dari dua hujan akan geser ke bawah jendela yang pertama. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="So why is this club on the list?">Lalu mengapa klub ini ada dalam daftar? </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Women are excluded completely from membership, so that is half <br />our audience out.">Perempuan dikecualikan sepenuhnya dari keanggotaan. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Secondly, men who want to <br />join this exclusive club can only do so if invited by a sitting member <br />who has the support of two other members.">Dan pria yang ingin bergabung dengan klub eksklusif ini hanya dapat melakukannya jika diundang oleh seorang anggota duduk yang mendapat dukungan dari dua anggota lainnya. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Unless you are a member of <br />royalty, or are extremely powerful in politics or the arts, you are <br />unlikely to ever see the exclusive White's invitation.">Kecuali Anda adalah anggota royalti, atau sangat kuat dalam politik atau seni, Anda tidak akan pernah melihat undangan White eksklusif itu. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Unless <br />you are a member of royalty, or are extremely powerful in politics or <br />the arts, you are unlikely to ever see the exclusive White's <br />invitation."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Unless <br />you are a member of royalty, or are extremely powerful in politics or <br />the arts, you are unlikely to ever see the exclusive White's <br />invitation.">5. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Area 51</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-503qIyhGix0/Tb9t0sawarI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_JtqlUKJMtQ/s1600/image+area+51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #004b91; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 1em 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-503qIyhGix0/Tb9t0sawarI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_JtqlUKJMtQ/s320/image+area+51.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="I have put this so high on the list because it is the one <br />place most readers are likely to expect to see.">Saya telah menempatkan ini begitu tinggi dalam daftar karena merupakan satu tempat sebagian besar pembaca mungkin akan mengharapkan untuk melihat. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Area 51 is a nickname for a <br />military base that is located in the southern portion of Nevada in the <br />western United States, 83 miles (133 km) north-northwest of downtown Las<br /> Vegas.">Area 51 adalah sebuah sebutan untuk sebuah pangkalan militer yang terletak di bagian selatan Nevada di Amerika Serikat bagian barat, 83 mil (133 km) utara-barat laut pusat kota Las Vegas. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Situated at its center, on the<br /> southern shore of Groom Lake, is a large secretive military airfield.">Terletak di pusat, di pantai selatan Groom Lake, merupakan sebuah lapangan udara militer besar rahasia. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The base's primary purpose is to support development and testing <br />of experimental aircraft and weapons systems.">Tujuan utama Basis ini adalah untuk mendukung pengembangan dan pengujian pesawat eksperimental dan sistem senjata. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The intense secrecy surrounding the base, the very existence of <br />which the US government barely acknowledges, has made it the frequent <br />subject of conspiracy theories and a central component to unidentified <br />flying object (UFO) folklore.">Kerahasiaan intens di sekitar pangkalan, dimana pemerintah AS hampir tidak mengakui keberadaannya, sehingga sering membuatnya menjadi subjek teori konspirasi dan komponen pusat tak dikenal cerita rakyat objek terbang (UFO). </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The sign above states that deadly force can <br />be used if people enter the Area 51 zone.">Tanda di atas (yang tertulis di plank) menyatakan bahwa kekuatan mematikan dapat digunakan jika orang memasuki zona Area 51. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The sign <br />above states that deadly force can be used if people enter the Area 51 <br />zone."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The sign <br />above states that deadly force can be used if people enter the Area 51 <br />zone.">4. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: #00e000; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: #00e000; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;">Room 39</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cm1VuYrEMBM/Tb9wnPATRdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zO4O5cyB7sU/s1600/image+room+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #004b91; float: left; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cm1VuYrEMBM/Tb9wnPATRdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zO4O5cyB7sU/s1600/image+room+39.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 or Bureau 39 is arguably one of the most <br />secretive organizations in North Korea that seeks ways to obtain foreign<br /> currency for Kim Jong-il, North Korea's Chairman of the National <br />Defense Commission.">Kamar 39 atau Biro 39 ini bisa dibilang salah satu organisasi yang paling rahasia di Korea Utara yang mencari cara untuk mendapatkan mata uang asing untuk Kim Jong-il, Ketua Komisi Pertahanan Nasional </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room <br />39 or Bureau 39 is arguably one of the most secretive organizations in <br />North Korea that seeks ways to obtain foreign currency for Kim Jong-il, <br />North Korea's Chairman of the National Defense Commission.">Korea Utara</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 or Bureau 39 is arguably one of the most <br />secretive organizations in North Korea that seeks ways to obtain foreign<br /> currency for Kim Jong-il, North Korea's Chairman of the National <br />Defense Commission.">. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 was established in the late <br />1970s.">Kamar 39 didirikan pada akhir 1970-an. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It <br />has been described as the lynchpin of the North's so-called “court <br />economy” centered on the dynastic Kim family.">Ini telah digambarkan sebagai lynchpin yang disebut "ekonomi pengadilan" Utara berpusat pada </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It has been described as the lynchpin of the <br />North's so-called “court economy” centered on the dynastic Kim family.">dinasti</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It has been described as the lynchpin of the <br />North's so-called “court economy” centered on the dynastic Kim family."> keluarga Kim. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is unknown how the name originated.">Tidak diketahui bagaimana nama itu berasal. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Very little is known about Room 39 due to the secretive <br />nature surrounding the organization, but it is widely speculated that <br />the organization uses 10 to 20 bank accounts in China and Switzerland <br />for the purposes of counterfeiting, money laundering, and other illicit <br />transactions.">Sangat sedikit yang diketahui tentang Kamar 39 karena sifat organisasi rahasia sekitarnya, tetapi banyak berspekulasi bahwa organisasi ini menggunakan rekening bank 10 sampai 20 di China dan Swiss untuk tujuan pemalsuan, pencucian uang, dan transaksi terlarang lainnya. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is <br />also alleged that Room 39 is involved in drug smuggling and illicit <br />weapon sales.">Hal ini juga menuduh bahwa Kamar 39 terlibat dalam penyelundupan narkoba dan penjualan senjata gelap. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is known, however, that the<br /> organization has 120 foreign trade companies under its jurisdiction and<br /> is under the direct control of Kim Jong-il.">Diketahui, bagaimanapun, bahwa organisasi ini memiliki 120 perusahaan perdagangan asing di bawah yurisdiksi dan berada di bawah kontrol langsung dari Kim Jong-il. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="North Korea has denied taking<br /> part in any illegal activities.">Korea Utara telah membantah mengambil bagian dalam kegiatan ilegal. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 is believed to be located inside a ruling Workers' <br />Party building in Pyongyang, the capital city of North Korea.">Kamar 39 diyakini berada di dalam Partai Buruh yang berkuasa, bangunannya di Pyongyang, ibukota Korea Utara. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 <br />is believed to be located inside a ruling Workers' Party building in <br />Pyongyang, the capital city of North Korea."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Room 39 is believed to be located inside a ruling Workers' <br />Party building in Pyongyang, the capital city of North Korea.">3. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b style="margin: 0px; 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outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;">Ise Grand Shrine</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/800px-naiku_01-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #004b91; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 1em 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/800px-naiku_01-tm.jpg?w=400&h=300" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The Ise Grand Shrine in Japan (which is actually a<br /> series of over 100 shrines) is the most sacred shrine in Japan.">Ise Grand adalah kuil di Jepang (yang sebenarnya serangkaian lebih dari 100 tempat suci) adalah kuil paling suci di Jepang. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is<br /> dedicated to Amaterasu (the Sun goddess) and has been in existence <br />since 4BC.">Hal ini didedikasikan untuk Amaterasu (dewi matahari) dan telah ada sejak 4 BC. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The main shrine is alleged to hold <br />the most important item in Japan's imperial history: the Naikū (the <br />mirror from Japanese mythology which eventually ended up in the hands of<br /> the first emperors).">Tempat suci utama ini diduga menjadi item yang paling penting dalam sejarah kekaisaran Jepang: yang Naikū (cermin dari mitologi Jepang yang akhirnya berakhir di tangan kaisar pertama). </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The shrine is demolished and <br />rebuilt every 20 years in keeping with the Shinto idea of death and <br />rebirth (the next rebuilding will be in 2013).">Kuil ini dirubuhkan dan dibangun kembali setiap 20 tahun sesuai dengan ide Shinto kematian dan kelahiran kembali (pembangunan kembali berikutnya akan di 2013).</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="This ranks very high on the <br />list of places you will never go because the only person who can enter <br />is the priest or priestess and he must be a member of the Japanese <br />imperial family.">Ini peringkat sangat tinggi dalam daftar tempat Anda tidak akan pernah pergi karena satu-satunya orang yang bisa masuk adalah imam atau pendeta dan ia harus menjadi anggota keluarga kekaisaran Jepang. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="So unless<br /> we have a Japanese prince or princess reading the site, no one here <br />will ever see anything more than the thatched roof of the Ise Grand <br />Shrine.">Jadi kecuali kita memiliki putri pangeran Jepang atau membaca situs ini, tak seorang pun di sini akan pernah melihat sesuatu yang lebih dari atap jerami dari Ise Grand Shrine. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="So unless<br /> we have a Japanese prince or princess reading the site, no one here <br />will ever see anything more than the thatched roof of the Ise Grand <br />Shrine.">2. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; 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text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;">Mount Weather Emergency Operations Center</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mountweatherfema-tm.jpg?w=400&h=165" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #004b91; float: left; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mountweatherfema-tm.jpg?w=400&h=165" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; 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float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="This is a<br /> place that is not only closed to the public, but it is a place that the<br /> public hope to never have to enter!">Ini adalah tempat yang tidak hanya tertutup untuk umum, tetapi itu adalah tempat yang harapan masyarakat untuk tidak pernah masuk! </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="In most “end of the world” films we see these days, there <br />is always a highly classified area where US government officials and a <br />chosen few get to go in the hopes that they can escape the impending <br />doom.">Pada sebagian film "<b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">hari kiamat</b>" yang pernah kita lihat, selalu ada daerah yang sangat rahasia di mana pejabat pemerintah AS dan beberapa orang yang dipilih bisa pergi dengan harapan bahwa mereka dapat melepaskan diri dari azab yang akan datang. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The Mount Weather Emergency Operations Center is the real thing.">Gunung Cuaca Pusat Operasi Darurat adalah hal yang nyata. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It was set up in the 1950s due<br /> to the cold war but continues to operate today.">Ini didirikan pada tahun 1950 karena perang dingin, tapi terus beroperasi hari ini. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is a “last hope” area.">Ini adalah area "harapan terakhir". </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="For obvious reasons its operations are highly <br />classified.">Untuk alasan yang jelas operasinya yang sangat rahasia. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It is run by the Federal <br />Emergency Management Agency (FEMA).">Hal ini dijalankan oleh Badan Manajemen Darurat Federal (FEMA). </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The center is already functioning and even in <br />small local disasters in the US, much of the telecommunications traffic <br />is routed through it.">Pusat ini sudah berfungsi dan bahkan dalam bencana lokal kecil di AS, banyak lalu lintas telekomunikasi diarahkan melalui itu.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The center is already functioning and even in small local <br />disasters in the US, much of the telecommunications traffic is routed <br />through it."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The <br />center is already functioning and even in small local disasters in the <br />US, much of the telecommunications traffic is routed through it.">1. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;">RAF Menwith Hill</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/071105_menwith2_0-tm.jpg?w=400&h=288" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #004b91; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 1em 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/071105_menwith2_0-tm.jpg?w=400&h=288" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px 8px 2px 0px; padding: 4px;" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-style: none; border-width: 0pt; clear: none; color: inherit; cursor: auto; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: inherit; word-spacing: inherit;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="RAF Menwith Hill is a British military base with <br />connections to the global ECHELON spy network.">RAF Menwith Hill adalah pangkalan militer Inggris dengan koneksi ke jaringan mata-mata ECHELON global. </span><span style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The site contains an extensive satellite ground <br />station and is a communications intercept and missile warning site and <br />has been described as the largest electronic monitoring station in the <br />world.">Tempat ini berisi stasiun satelit tanah yang luas dan merupakan pencegat komunikasi dan tempat peringatan rudal dan telah digambarkan sebagai stasiun pemantauan elektronik terbesar di dunia. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="The site acts as a ground <br />station for a number of satellites operated by the US National <br />Reconnaissance Office, on behalf of the US National Security Agency, <br />with antennae contained in a large number of highly distinctive white <br />radomes, and is alleged to be an element of">Situs ini bertindak sebagai stasiun tanah untuk sejumlah satelit yang dioperasikan oleh US National Reconnaissance Office, atas nama Badan Keamanan Nasional AS, dengan antena yang terkandung dalam sejumlah besar radomes putih sangat khas, dan diduga menjadi unsur </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="the ECHELON system.">sistem ECHELON. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="ECHELON was reportedly created to monitor <br />the military and diplomatic communications of the Soviet Union and its <br />Eastern Bloc allies during the Cold War in the early 1960s, but since <br />the end of the Cold War it is believed to search also for hints of <br />terrorist plots, drug">ECHELON dilaporkan diciptakan untuk memantau komunikasi militer dan diplomatik Uni Soviet dan sekutu Blok Timur yang selama Perang Dingin pada awal tahun 1960, tetapi sejak akhir Perang Dingin diyakini untuk mencari petunjuk dari plot teroris, pengedar obat-obat terlarang</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="dealers' plans, and political and diplomatic intelligence.">, dan kecerdasan politik dan diplomatik. </span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It has also been involved in reports of commercial<br /> espionage and is believed to filter all telephone and radio <br />communications in the nations which host it – an extreme violation of <br />privacy.">Ini juga telah terlibat dalam laporan spionase komersial dan dipercaya untuk menyaring semua komunikasi telepon dan radio di negara-negara yang melakukan pelanggaran privasi yang ekstrim. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="It has <br />also been involved in reports of commercial espionage and is believed to<br /> filter all telephone and radio communications in the nations which host<br /> it – an extreme violation of privacy."><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />source : <a href="http://www.jacobw.com/news/travel/ten-places-you-cant-enter/" style="color: #004b91; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">jacobw.com</a></span></span></span> <div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br /></div>Budi Santosohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00119436480249321082noreply@blogger.com0