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We keep living
by Lorenkoran

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We keep living

We keep living for our children

We can’t let them see us die

The universe keeps drifting

The music flows on by

No matter the pain

Not matter the torment

This life is but a moment

Don’t fill it with regret

They live with our consequences

They carry them on their backs

It takes more than a notion

To free themselves of it

Let them live

Free from condemnation

Let them sour

Far above reproach

Let them see us as guiding hands

Not shaping their own destiny

We brought them into this world

We have a responsibility

To let them be who they are

And not what We wanted to be

Not what society has handed down

That lie is someone else’s crown

Don’t pass it on

It’s time for those lies to end

Legacy is in one’s own hand

Not passed down from man to man

Be yourself

Don’t give up

Don’t throw in the towel

Change roads if it’s not workin’

Take another path

Reflection, change, betterment

Are living and not quitting

It’s okay to change your way

Just be present all the same

Be here for you children

For the generations behind you

Extend your hand in service

And wave them high in praise

These children who are watching you

Will never be the same.

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Things have been emotionally difficult lately, and physically. Sometimes the very people whom we have such difficulty with are also the ones who give us the most inspiration.

Last night I was watching Oprah interview and talk with Dr. Shefali on Super Soul Sunday and this evening I watched Birdman starring Michael Keaton. I’m not sure how I feel about that movie. I partly was bored with it but I partly get it too. Anyway, this poem was inspired by both shows. It didn’t exactly go the way I thought, but then again when it comes to poetry one never really knows what the end result will be till one gets there.

 

 

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Well, at least it’s kind of here. I am still learning to navigate Weebly and make my own free web site. There’s a lot more work to be done. But you can still check it out and get involved.

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aParently Fandom is a new community, or at least it will be a community soon I hope, for parents of children in fandoms. It’s not just for parents really, it’s for anyone who knows someone in fandoms and loves that someone and wants to support them.  It’s also for parents who don’t quite understand and are frustrated, scared and even embarrassed to come and learn more and share and get rid of fears and help their child go on with life as well as go on with life themselves.  It’s also for the people in the fandoms. Who better understands what a fandom kid is thinking then a fandom person themselves. You can’t expect your folks or loved ones to read your mind, sorry!  But you can (nicely) let us know how you feel and why you do what you do and what you’re thinking.

 

Never assume you are the only one who is going through what you are going through. Every one needs someone to understand.

 

The person or persons in your life that are into fandoms may not just be children it can be teens and adults as well.

 

So, I could call it a support group but that’s so overused. I think something like “encouraging group” or “inspirational group” or “the world isn’t actually ending group” or something less used like that.

 

My daughters helped me come up with the name aParently Fandom for the group. Obviously it had to have the word Fandom in it but we got aParently by playing with the words “apparently” and “a patently”.

 

How do you know if your loved one is in a fandom?

Are they obsessed over anything?

Do they talk about and go to or at least try to go to cons? (A con stands for convention. Think of Comic Con and you might get the idea.)

Do they cos play or at least try to or really want to? (Cos play stands for costume play where the person dresses up like characters from their favorite show or game.)

Do they watch the same show over and over and sing all the songs and talk of nothing else and find a way to relate everything to that show?

Do they write fan fiction? (Fan fiction is where fans of the show write their own stories using the show characters and ideas. I’m not sure how that all works legally but many shows love it and encourage it.)

Do they purchase or try to purchase figures, shirts and other fan paraphernalia often?

Do they order or try to order various wigs?

Do they purchase or try to purchase various costumes and or items to make costumes with.

Do they have to have every movie and episode or game of a certain sort and if they think they are gonna get it they become crazed with happiness?

Do all or most of their friends  like the same exact show or shows or game or games? (If they don’t have any friends yet usually attending a con will solve that issue.)

 

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I’m sure there are many more tale tale signs. I’ll have to dedicate a page to this later on the website. For now if you want to join the aParently Fandom community please click on –     aParently Fandom

 

See you there!

PS! If you are into fandoms please remember to let your folks and friends know about aParently Fandom and get them involved. Please & Thank You!

 

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Under Construction!!!

When ever I upload the video from my YouTube channel it posts one of my other videos. It driving me nuts! So I will give it a break and walk away and try again hopefully tomorrow.

Until then the URL is –  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf1S4UUQilg&feature=share&list=UUSP5n88BddF0AkvqknMRrgg&index=5

 

DSCF1089(A pic I took at Dashio Con 2013.)

12/14/2013

A friend posted a link to another article that reminds me of what I was talking about on my vlog. It’s called,

What My Kids Are Learning While Playing Minecraft.

 

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Letting Go
by Lori K Revels (Hobbs)
1/3/12

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Black hole
the room so dull
they took my life
they slew my soul

I cast off
in the water deep
to get away
a place to weep

But the ocean
was already full
for another
I felt a lull

I clung to a branch
of an old oak tree
the branch broke
I swung free

I balanced on another
but it broke as well
I kept climbing
before I fell

I didn’t want to leave
I didn’t want to go
I didn’t want to give up
to my ever present foe

Now I’m digging
at the roots so deep
I will uproot it
a difficult feat

Have I got time
that I do not know
still I’ll keep trying
until I’m quite old

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Part 4

Vineyard Christian Fellowship Jr. High Camp

School was out and my mom signed my sister and I up for camp. My sister went first to the high school cam and then it was my turn. I loved it there even though my mom was a councilor. She mostly left me alone and minded the kids she was giving charge over. I did get in trouble with her once when another councilor say be and some other kids break dancing and I spun on my head. It was the first time I did that move successfully and it was thrilling. It felt amazing. It was also the last time I did that move cause the councilor had a fit and told my mom who forbid me from ever doing it again. My mom also later told my chiropractor who also lectured me about the dangers of breaking ones neck. Sigh!

I met a lot of great kids there at camp. I sadly insulted the most popular boy there as well. He was actually very nice and didn’t deserve it. My sudden “get in you face” attitude popped out when he introduced himself to me on the volley ball court in from of everyone. He reached out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Sloan”. I shook his hand and replied, “Hi Slum, I’m Lori”, Every one laughed. Oh my goodness, I feel so bad about that, I was not normally mean but that was mean. He recovered well, it probably helped that most the girls there were in love with him and most the boys wanted to hang out around him. He was cute, naturally I had a secret crush within a short time. He was tall, stalky, well dressed, carried him self confidently and walked with his arms bent at the elbows and hands flapped down. His girlfriend was the cutest thing up there, she was just baby doll adorable. Though she seemed a bit self absorbed, she didn’t come off as a snob either. This puzzled me, I wasn’t used to popular, rich, good looking kids being nice. When he broke up with her and she was constantly crying I actual felt a tinge sorry for her. It didn’t seem cool that he next choice was the girl who really was a snob.

I didn’t entertain my crush on that boy though, it wasn’t even close to realistic so I picked another cute, but shy boy and made sure to never let him know. I couldn’t believe it when his dad offered my mom a ride home and he and I had to sit together in the back of his dads pick up truck. As fun as sitting next to ones crush sounds, having your hair whip you with constant stinging pain in the face as the vehicle your in is speeding down the Las Angeles freeway isn’t my any means romantic or thrilling. It did add to the fun that the boy would speak a word to me. It was a long miserable trip. But then again, now that we kind of knew each other I’d see him again, or so I thought.

A bit of this and that about New Port peninsula.

Newport_Beach_Homes_For_SalePicture found at http://edbrophy.com/homes-for-sale-newport-beach/.

Summer my sister and I spent a lot of time roller skating near the pier and the board walk while my folks hung out at Charlies Chili. Often times we’d all walk down the peer together and watch the fishermen and interesting people. New Port Beach peninsula was never boring. There is every kind of all kinds of people there. We made friends with a real sweet old man and his wife. He was in a wheel chair and they would sit off to the side and he would play his harpsichord. People would gather around him and listen and when he was done with his song he would tell them about Jesus.

We hung out at Charlies Chili a lot. They had a jukebox there that people would mistakenly put money in and press the button for the then popular song Heart Attack. It would get stuck on either the part that said, “you’re givin me” or the actually word “heart attack” and play it over and over again. It was partly annoying and partly funny. Of course a good kick would make it go to the next line.

charlies-chiliPhoto found at http://www.mynewportplace.com/guide_gallery.shtml.

The laundry mat was always had at least one naked person wrapped up in a sheet doing their wash there. Run always from all over the country would stay on the peninsula. There were homes rented or owned by rich kids who would house all their “friend” so often the run always would find a temporary shelter and I’m sure drug house as well. Further down the peninsula was Balboa. It was very carnival like and the tour ship docked and worked from that there. We would go there once in a while and when we did we usually spent time at the Orange Julius. I remember this one time I was reading my history book while in home-school and there was a picture of the young Abraham Lincoln. It gave me strange biting metal type feel or vibe. I didn’t like it. Later at Orange Julius there was a young man there who reminded me of the picture and I got the same odd ”vibe”. I tried to talk the family into going elsewhere but my mom insistent we go there. I saw him several times and just had to suppress the strange feeling. I don’t know what that was about but I obviously never forgot.

FerryPhoto found at http://openplac.es/trips/balboa-island-ferry-co-in-newport-beach-california.

New Port peninsula didn’t go to bed till at least 3am. People were still up walking around well into the late night. We were quite used to it. Often my dad worked late but there was really no late in New Port.

Taking a dump…no, not that kind!

We usually rowed or motored out dinghy to a long dinghy dock and tied up there when we went ashore. There was a shorter dock we used on occasion depending on out destination. One such evening we tied up there in at night in the winter while it was rather cold. Since I was used to the longer dock I didn’t think twice about stepping back until I found myself plunging down into the cold bay water. My dad was there immediately and said I was headed back up like a bullet out of the water before he could grab the back of my jacked and help me land back on the dock. The top of my head wasn’t even wet. We had a good laugh about it. He took me home to the boat to get changed while my mom and sister waited on the dock. However, we left the key with my mom. Apparently we weren’t too good about locking up cause the front hatch opened so I slipped in and changed. There were many years on the boat that my sister and I could also fit through this one big port hole but once we got in our teens we couldn’t fit through anymore.

The guys driving down the boulevard loved yelling at the girls. Unless you wanted the attention you wouldn’t even really notice it that much cause there were guys driving by yelling this way and that all day long. My sister and I being teens were often the direction of the hollering. One such time when we were following my parents my dad decided to yell back, “Thank You!” The guys in the convertible were shocked and turned to look while their car ran up on an intersection curb. It was bad, but hilarious at the same time.

Babysitting and jobs

My sister and I also spent a lot of time baby sitting on the bay beach. My mom had made a friend who’s elderly mom was taking care of her children so she could work long hours. The grandma needed help since she couldn’t get out with the kids much. Her condominium overlooked the bay so it was perfect for us to take care of them right where she could check on things if she needed to. The kids names were Christi and Julie. It was mostly fun sitting and playing on the beach with the kids. We’d spend time there then take them back to the Condo for lunch. We hated making PB&J sandwiches there cause the grandma used Weber white bread and refrigerated her peanut butter. The bread would curl up around the peanut butter. We enjoyed getting to watch part of movies there, kids never let you finish a move. Getting a shower was great too. Our water tanks on the boat had long gotten dirty and my dad never had them cleaned out. So we either would heat up water on the propane stove and fill the Sun Shower bag and hope it was enough, or we would use the sink at the beach public restrooms to clean up. So when we could use the shower at Christi and Julie’s grandmas house it was almost a real treat. Almost cause we were always rushed and felt a little odd. Since I didn’t get a shower often I would scratch my head and I ended up with scabs. My sister embarrassed me real good one day when she told Christi about it while she was helping my with my hair after a shower. My mom scolded my sister for letting other people know cause she felt it may look like we were being neglected and then she would get in trouble.

Normally my sister didn’t get in trouble for how she treated me. She was a good sister and she didn’t mind me copying stuff she did and she taught me a lot of stuff my parents didn’t teach me that I needed to know. However, she really liked being the boss. I was still shy and didn’t like attention or a scene so when ever I didn’t want to do what my sister wanted me to do she would threaten do do some thing to make a scene like screaming or what ever. It always worked, I would do what ever she wanted. I rebelled on day and she went to my parents over it. I told them what she had been doing and let them know I just couldn’t obey her any more, it wasn’t right. They scolded her for her past behavior then let me know I still had to do as she told me and that she wouldn’t manipulate me anymore. I cried and tried to reason with them but they insisted she was still in charge. She didn’t change, I just never complained again.

My sister also had what I would now call melt downs, then we called them temper tantrums. My mom would peck at her verbally till she couldn’t take it anymore and would start screaming and kicking. If my dad was around he would calm her and take her out for coffee. I think that was good, he wasn’t nervelessly rewarding her “bad behavior” but more like rescuing her form mom for a moment. He really should have taken me out now and then as well, but that didn’t dawn on him apparently. I didn’t throw fits. I know it’s hard for parents to treat kids fairly and equally. I really try to do so with mine but I’m sure they will have memories that may say otherwise. Well, maybe not, but usually it happens.

Talk about melt downs, Julie, the kid we baby sat, would have run away melt downs. One such time she ran out of the apartment and down the beach as I chased her. She ran into the water though she couldn’t yet swim and then she continued to go further out into the bay. Thankfully there was a life guard who went in after her and brought her screaming kicking body back to me. I was pretty dang strong and tough then so her scratching the skin off my arms didn’t phase me while I carried her back across the sand, up the stares and to her grandma. Her Grandma was very disturbed and sorry about my scratched up arms. I believe Julie got a dang goodwhooping from her grandma after that.

Spankins vs Whoopins

Talkin about whoopins, I hadn’t had one in a very long time when I said something “smart” to my mom and she told me to go in her room and wait for her to come spank me. We called them spankings. Elder Turner, our future church leader laughed at my mom when she said the word spanking. He’s African American and from the gangs and all and felt a spanking was like a pat on the butt since black mommas whoop or beat their kids. However, after living in the “black” world for years we learned that what my mom called a spankin was more like a whoopin. Who knew there was such politicas to punishment and abuse?

When we lived in the house my mom kept a few orange very flexible hot wheels tracks on the window seal behind the dryer in the laundry room. That was what she used to spank my sister and I with. If we weren’t home she would send us to find a switch from a tree. We would honestly try to find the best one cause if we failed she would look and then it would be much worse cause she was very good at finding the long thin strong ones that stung like crazy. If at a friends house she would often borrow their wooden spoon. There were many times she resorted to her long elegant fingered hands. Long thin fingers make for a better stinging sensation. I hated it when she used her hands. On the boat she used the brush.

So there I was at 13 waiting for a spankin and having time to think. I thought about all the reasons she had no right to spank me. For one I was too old and so on. When she finally came into the room I told her what I had been thinkin about. It took a while because I had a long list to go over. She very nicly and patiently waited for me to finish. When I was done she explained that now I wasn’t just gonna get a spankin but I was gonna get he worst spanking I have ever gotten before. Then she proceeded to whoop my butt what the brush for a rather long period of time. I learned my lesson. I didn’t like being in trouble ever anyway and I didn’t like pain so she had no trouble from me for quite some time.

That ill feeling

I remember one day in New Port when we all had the flu. My mom had gone ahead to her job she had as a maid at a hotel while my sister and I lay miserable on the boat. It was storming that day as well. It was also the day I started my first period. My sister had already taught me a lot about it so I wasn’t surprised, just disappointed it had to be when I had a flu in a storm. I called her and she went over the basics again of wrapping the elastic belt around your waist then attaching the ends of the gigantic pad to the hood and making sue it was properly in place. Like I said, though I wrote complaints earlier she was a pretty awesome sister a lot of the time. We heard my mom call from the dock needing a ride home. Since my sister was vomiting a lot and I wasn’t it was determined by her that I should row out to get mom. I’m the type that may be just as sick as anyone but I don’t vomit. Well I do when sea sick or with food poisoning but not the flu. I used to wish I would vomit just so people would believe I was really sick. Rowing to get mom turned into a huge ordeal. Besides being weak with the flue I was fighting a strong current and wind in choppy water. I thought letting myself drift to the dock bellow the dingy dock then pulling my way back along the dock would be easier but it wasn’t. While trying to get to my mom I came up with a plan to tie the boat up and then take a nap in the car. However when I reached my mom she wouldn’t allow it, she was miserable and really wanted to go home to her bed. She insisted we head back across the water to home. I was most miserable but we did make it which apparently is what matters. It helped that I wasn’t trying to cross alone but had her help.

My sister got a job delivering flayers for Mail Boxes Etc. We had been using the mail boxes there and services and had gotten to know the owners. My folks didn’t want her putting the fliers door to door by her self, they felt it wasn’t safe si either I went with her or all of us did. My dad ended up working with the owner on a multi business flier that my dad put together and then we distributed. It became like a little mini family business for a while. My sister would pay me a few bucks for helping her.

I became the only one in the family who saved money. No matter wither my dad had a good paying job or not we were usually broke. Several occasions they asked me very nicely if they could borrow my money and promised to give it back. I was happy to help. If they had asked if they could actual have the money, not borrow, I would have likely given it to them. But I was taught to keep my word and never lie. It was a biblical principal that they drove into me so I just believed they had it in them as well. But I was wrong. Not only would I never see that money again but when it would come up in the future I would be told by my mom that I owed it to them so they didn’t have to return it. And that’s a story for a later time.

The harbor problems

New Port harbor was very long and winds this way and that so it doesn’t get the fresh water flow from the ocean. It’s not so bad to eliminate in the ocean, the sea creatures will clean it up, but it is bad to dump a holding tank full of human waste and chemicals. There are dumping stations for that. For some reason the yaughties who go out for the weekend often felt is was ok to dump their holding tanks not just in the ocean but in the harbor itself. It was so ignorant and awful. The bay was always murky and from time to time a beige froth would be across the water and you could actually see floating turds in it. It was so gross! We used to swim in that filthy bay a lot. We would get out when the froth came close.

Walking on glass

On the other side of the land strip was the ocean beach. The water was better but the sand was a dark sand color. New Port beach on the “wave” side had very good waves for surfing. I never learned or was ever given the change to try to surf on a board but I did get to body surf and boogie board a lot. I loved hanging out at the beach. The beach on the wavey side was also very crowded. You had so walk in semi circles to get from one place to another in order to get around all the people. It was a bit of a walk across the lose sand to the hard wet sand and then to the water. There was this one day my mom, sister and I settled on a spot right where the dry sand met the wet sand with our towels and such. My mom and sister were sun bathing and I had just got done playing in the water and needed to use the restroom. I let them know where I was gong then headed across the large area of dry sand and people. On my way back I stepped down and heard a crunch. I remember thinking, “oh no”. I lifted my foot to see a bottle with the top busted off and my foot drenched and dripping with blood. I had stepped down on it and it cut into my heal deep. I stated hopping toward my mom and sister. I was negatively amused at all the people around me who didn’t offer a hand. I got within yelling distance and was losing energy too fast. I yelled to my sister a few time. She lifted her head and agitatedly yelled back, “what?” I somehow got her to come to me. She ran back for mom in a panic when she saw my foot. They tried to help me hop back to the bathrooms but I was getting weaker and it was becoming very difficult. Finally two man approached us. One may have been normal size but I couldn’t say for sure cause the other was huge and rippled with muscles. The muscular one offered to carry me. I hadn’t been carried in a very long time and even though it was probably easy for him I felt funny. What really felt odd what when he handed me to the life guard at the restrooms. The life guard was much smaller than him and I was afraid I was going to break the guy. But he was actually fine and helped me wash the wound out at the outside showers then but me in his jeep. My mom didn’t want me to go the ER until my dad looked at the wound so the life guard gave us a ride across the road to the bay side where we got in our dinghy and returned home.

While waiting for my dad my mom and sister decided to go grocery shopping so they left and promised to be home soon. It was hours before they came home. I was painfully board. They felt they made up for the excessive time they were gone by buying Easter candy which was supposed to cheer me up. It was nice having the sweets but I would have rather had the company.

When my dad got home he looked at the very deep ragged slice into my heal and decided he could take care of it. He cleaned it out and bandaged it. I couldn’t walk on that foot and my folk asked around a few places but couldn’t get a hold of any crutches. They decided I could wear one roller skate and my sister could pull me around where ever we went. She would wear out and I would wear out besides being very embarrassed. It was not by any means fun or easy.

There’s just something about Burger King

At some point my dad was out of work. He had at one time told my moms nephew Ed, that he ought to apply at a fast food place, Ed felt he was above the idea and my dad had a talk with him about it. My mom brought up that conversation to my dad which he found irritating but he went through with it and got a job as a graveyard shift assistant manage at Burger King on the peninsula. AS a person who find people interesting it was hard for him not to end up liking his job. Burger King hired the locals and the local were quite colorful. Many of them had a hard time hiding their mow-hawks under their hats. My dad won the hearts of his workers in time. He had it so they would work very hard and have the place spick and span way before the morning crowd came in. Then he would let them sit around and chat and read till it was time to get things ready again. A manager walked in on them sitting around one day and proceeded to chew my dad out. My dad informed him that he could do it the managers way and make the kids work all night and then in the morning nothing would be done cause they would be doing their usual half ass job or he could continue to do it his way with the “reward: system which worked like wonders. The manager decided to let things be after all and left my dad and his crew alone. My dad, who we still considered “unsaved’ spent a lot of time going over Bible scriptures with his crew on their down time. He didn’t force them too, he just knew how to make things interesting. Many of the kids working there with him straightened their lives out and went on to “witness” to others on different shifts. The afternoon shift had a lady in charge with a big mouth. She would yell and cuss at her workers the whole time. It was awful walking in there and hearing that. Some time went by and we still saw her but didn’t hear her. We found out that one of the young men who would share his faith along side my dad had gotten her to listen to him and she “got saved” The two of them started taking other crew member to Calvary Chapel (Costa Mesa) with them on a regular basis. We considered it a revival at Burger King. The young man did go over board at times. One time my dad found him in the freezer with another guy blocking the door and witnessing to the poor intimidated very cold man. My dad let him know he couldn’t do that, it wasn’t right to do at work and it wasn’t right in general.

Of course my dad worked with quite a few druggies. One was so high that when he was cleaning out the deep fryer the nozzle was turned and the scalding hot oil was dumping into his shoe. The man felt nothing. My dad saw it can turned it off, stuck his feet into buckets of ice and called 911.

Ignorant pre-conceived ideas

So. Cal has it’s affects on you. Some are good, like being used to people from all walks of life. Some not so good, like thinking people should look a certain way. Superficial is a good word to use for that. New Port Beach had it’s own ignorant proud effect. For one we thought all military guys were odd and not to smart. But then again we had a reason for that ignorant conclusion. They would try to look like punk rockers but they still waked in step and had big key chains hooked to their belts. Another one was the questions we would get. They always hung out in twos and they would approach us and ask us which way it was to Disneyland. So we would point the only direction off the peninsula. They would ask why they couldn’t go that direction, pointing toward the bay. We would tell them the bay was there, then it was another direction and we’d let them know the ocean was there. Then the last direction and we’d inform then the jetty was that way. The conversation would end with them saying, “oh!”.

My sister and I hung out at the park near the dock often. We also used that park to fill out water jugs. We would have several gallon milk jugs and some 5 gallon old oil jugs we cleaned out. Other than the park there was a boat community bike my sister and I would share a ride on to the library sometimes. My folks didn’t want us in any after school activities or summer stuff other than working so when we weren’t working we were just trying to entertain ourselves till they returned. My sister worked at Burger King a while as well. A co worker friend of hers would meet us at the park and teach me how to break dance.

Creature life

The animal life there for us was an interesting array and personality of birds. We became friend with a coot we called Paul. We knew a lot of the coots and mallards by the names we gave them. One time while rowing home late at night we spotted a night heron on out mooring can rope. On the can was a seagull white his back to the heron. Night herons have ling sharp beaks they use to slice extremely fast through the water and catch fish with. We stopped rowing and just sat there to watch the show. The heron was sneaking up on the seagull. When he got close enough he stuck his head back and jabbed at the back side of the seagull. The seagull screamed and flew off. It was hilarious. The heron then proceeded to perch on the mooring can, well, until we rowed up.

One of our past times while waiting on our parents was laying face down on the dock head hanging over so we could see the sea life attached to the underwater part of the side of the dock. It was always full of interesting creatures. Mussels and barnacles are like an epidemic in salt water. They attach them selves to the docks, pylons, boats and so on. They will slow a boat down as well as ruin the paint and such on the hull. My dad used to make a few extra buck by being hired to scuba dive and clean them off the bottom of the boats. Barnacles will cut your feet up if you walk or run across them. Their shell is sharp and ragged. We liked holding our head over the dock to look for fish, crabs, sea anemones and other crawly things. It felt so cool to stick your finger in the sea anemones center and have it close up around your finger. It was very velvety soft. It was fun, active and beautiful. The most fun was getting some one to lay down with us and pretend to show them the sea life. What we were really doing was setting them up. We’d get them real interested in what they were seeing then we show them the strange looking sea squirts, point the sea squirt at their face and give it a quick squeeze. Sea squirts are called that for a very good reason. It was great entertainment!

sea life

Neighbors

We had a few neighbors that we got to know a little bit. The Seacores helped us out in our first storm. Mike Seacore went to school with my sister. My parents were convinced he had a crush on her and it did seem that way. I had a crush on him but as usual would never tell. He was a really nice guy and even years later when we ran into him again he seemed like someone with very good character. I don’t remember the name of their boat.

Mike hung out with another guy and we got to know him and his dad some. They lived on a power boat and had a big dog. The front of their boat was full of dirt the dog would have a place to eliminate. Sometimes we see one of the guys with a big shovel throwing “dirt” over board. It was a strange sight. In the warm weather the dog would just swim ashore when he needed to. The man and his son were very into computers. We found that odd as well since we really knew nothing about them other then seeing War Games. Not a bad odd, just something curious and something I really couldn’t figure out. It was very foreign to me.

We had really nice neighbors for a while next to us an a small cute power boat. They didn’t live on her, just spend weekends and such on her. They were very Christian, like us pretty much, and became good friends. They also took care of my sister when she had a very bad asthma attack. Kari had chronic asthma. She spent a lot of time through out her life in the ER and critical care area of the hospital. She was use to having needles and tubes stuck into her all over her body. Asthma runs in the family. My mom had a grandma who died of it. Kari being very thin and energetic didn’t fare well with the effects of asthma and my mom would try her best to “fatten” her up. Cause once an attack hit she needed something on her body to burn. But my sister was the type who could eat everything in sight, which she often did, and still be thin as a rail. I just glance sideways at food and I gain. My sister really liked our weekend neighbors and friends son. As a matter of fact my folks and his folks were really into the idea of them hooking up permanently one day. Apparently, he wasn’t on that train.

There were the nice couple and the small family on the boats called the Seeya and the Cricket. I don’t remember which was on which. It doesn’t matter I guess cause they ended up swapping boats anyway. I remember once the family one was getting ready to go ashore when their toddler fell into the bay. We all jumped with worry until we hear him splashing around laughing. He always wore a life jacket when he was out side so he bounced to a float and thought the fall was wonderfully fun. His mom smiled but wasn’t to thrilled about having to rinse him off, dry him and put fresh cloths on him when they were trying to leave for somewhere. She was a really easy going sweet lady. We went to her boat and she to ours with her son a few times to chat and have tea. One time she asked me to read a children’s story she wrote and was about to have published. She wanted my age view point of it. It was about a tug boats adventure in a harbor. I found it very well written but slightly depressing. I tried to be honest but not hurt her feelings when I gave her my review. I thought she was disappointed in me after that but it’s a good chance I was wrong. I was a “people pleaser” so having to say anything remotely negative to anyone was very difficult for me and I usually regretted it for a very long time after. I had let her know I wanted to be an author as well so sometimes she would give me tips about writing. I wish I remembered her name. It wasn’t that unusual for live-aboards to know people more by their boat name then their actual name though.

Though my dad’s old friend Dick Wallis wasn’t a neighbor he did have his boat in a slip in New Port. He’s the guy that originally introduced my dad to sailing in Dana Point. And another of my dad’s friend from the bar (where he worked) had a slip there too. So we would visit them on occasion. My mom got a job for a while working for one of the slip companies near them as well.

Cat Stevens’ Moon Shadow

It was in New Port bay that my sister and I first heard of the song Moon Shadow by Cat Stevens. There was a boat neighbor we had met before when he’d rescued my sisters fav teddy bear from falling in the drink. He was rowing by sing “I’m being followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow.” We told our parents about the song and they said they had always known about it. We didn’t actually hear it till later.

Then the world crashed in.

School had ended, I came back from having a blast and making more friends from camp. While eating at Charlies Chili and talking about the fun, my dad said he needed to talk to me. He took me for a walk and explained that the owners of our mooring can needed their can back. He said he tried to find another one but couldn’t. That meant we would have to move to the public anchorage area and ever one know regardless of the law you can only stay there three days. So, in three days we would be leaving New Port Beach and sailing to San Diego.

To be continued…

Note:
I am still working out the kinks so this may be edited and I do plan to add more pictures when I find them.

Added to Creature life and added Neighbors area as well as titles. – 1/6/12.

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Kyle

Kyle

by Lori K. Hobbs on Sunday, February 8, 2009 at 4:20am

It’s about time I did this. Kyle is my youngest son. He’s three and takin on the world. So, I’m gonna start with tonight and just add things as I remember them. Life is always entertaining with Kyle around.

+++ “The way you shake and shiver.”+++

This evening after putting the boys to bed I heard Kyle trying to convince his sisters to let him sleep with them. He has been using the line, “I’m scared” in a shaky concerned voice for some time now. This evening he added a new twist, “I had a bad dream.” Now that his vocabulary has made a big leap he has really started to come up with some well thought out new ones. Before when I would ask him what was scaring him he would look around the room till he found something like the fan and point to it saying it was scary. Well, the girls didn’t fall for it and soon enough he was back in his own bed. Later after I went to bed he came in my room explaining he was scared as usual. This time he added in his theatrical shaky voice, “the holy ghost is coming”. Kyle

+++Serious sugar high…and low.+++

It was a couple months ago that Preston came down stares early one morning to find colored sugar from the dip stick candy which was stored on top of the refrigerator all over the kitchen floor. The dish washer was open with a ice cream carton and whipped cream container mostly eaten sitting on the door. On the sink was the coffee grinder which we keep in the cupboard and coffee which we keep on the top shelf of the freezer. There was also a metal bowl with coffee grounds and water in it. The three stair stool was pulled up to the counter near the refrigerator. Lying face down passed out on the floor was our three year old Kyle. First thing Preston did was to feel him to make sure he was warm and alive. A bit scary! Kyle was fine. Apparently the extreme sugar rush had worn off and he crashed right where he was. The best part of this story besides Kyle being okay, daddy found the mess and cleaned it up! Cheers for Preston!!

My youngest! The ham!!

+++Are you my mommy?+++

So, This morning I was work up with two little boys looking at me. There stood Kyle and Mark. Kyle had his arm out stretched and finger pointing at me ans saying, “That’s my Mommy”! Just in case Markie got confused I guess.

Kyle and Markie on the stairs.

+++ E-I E-I Ohhhh!+++

Hannah, Kara and Levi always called McDonalds, McingDonalds, until recently. I guess they are growing out of it. Now Kyle has started it, only in his own style. Here’s how it goes: “Are we going to McingDonalds Had A Farrm?” “McingDoanlds has an -I !”

Kyle in front of McingDonalds Had A Farm.

+++Who let the fart out!+++

I ran into the store to pick something up real quick leaving Jenn, Markie and Kyle waiting in the Expedition for me. Kyle has this thing about yelling in a whinny voice at things that bother him like the wind or sun in his eyes. He yells at the element like it’s gonna obey him. “Stop it, I said stop it. Stop doing that” That sort of thing. This time…it was the stink from his own fart. ” It stinks, stop it. It smells…”

Kyle and Mark

+++ Making it clear.+++

Jenn sent Markie to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He went in and used the toilet. Played with the sink water, messed with the tooth past tube and stuff. Kyle went in to use it and saw that Markie hadn’t flushed. He looked in the toilet and loudly proclaimed, “You have big poops!” Markie said, “Yeah, cause I’m a big boy and you have little poops cause you’re a little boy.” Kyle said, “Yeah!”.

+++High Noon in the Alley+++

She’s a little bitty thing with a big attitude. Not only can she run in heals but Addison know what she wants and who she is.

We’ve wondered from time to time if Kyle would find out the hard way. He’s challenged her a few times but it never amounted to anything, until the other day.

We were sitting at the end of the alley watching our kids so we couldn’t hear what they were saying, just see what they were doing. It was obvious that Addison and Kyle were having a dispute. Kyle was leaning over and pointing his finger and caring on. Then Addison smacked him in the face. Kyle turned abruptly around for a brief moment then turned again to face his challenger. You could tell he was going off verbally again finger pointing and then she hit him in the chest. He spun around again. The exact scene was repeated one more time, the face smack, the turn away, the chest hit, another turn away and always the upset words and finger pointing. Neither child backed down, but apparently they were both done at the same time and walked off.

Later Jenn, Addison’s mom, asked Kyle what the fight was about. He mumbled some stuff that didn’t answer the question then marched off toward Addison. We could see him talking to her, he was pointing to stuff she had and bending over slightly and caringly. She was happy to answer his questions. Apparently their quarrel was over.

Addison can actually run in those shoes. She is so gonna be a run way model!!!

+++Well said.+++

I told Kyle on the way home that he could have ice cream when we got home. When we arrived he had a disappointed remark about having ice cream at home. (Rather than somewhere else.) I had one of those big tubs of ice cream in the freezer so i told him I had a big ice cream making it sound even better to be at home. He asked, “A bigger ice cream?!!” I said, “yeah, a bigger ice cream!!” He then said with his eyes wide open with excitement, “It will make you humongous and bigger”!!

Kiss me!

+++ Don’t forget the sound effects.+++

I opened the boys room door to see if they were settled in bed. Levi was sleeping but Kyle was awake. I noticed he didn’t have a shirt on and that made me wonder if he had didn’t have his pull on as well. Sure enough he didn’t so I got him up and starting helping him change. I saw a tear in his eye and asked him if he had been crying. He said he had so I asked him why. He said he got in trouble with daddy. I asked him what he had done wrong. The explanation went something like this. “I was in yours bed and daddy said Get Out. Swish swish swish, I walked to my room and then I got in bed.” I loved the sound effects!

Kyle

Levi leaned on Kyles hand in the car one day. Kyle started yelling and crying that Levi had hurt him. Levi was yelling sorry over an over again. I got Levi to stop then told Kyle it was an accident. Kyle hollered out, “but it hurts, I’m gonna die!”

Just a moment ago Kyle was begging me to take him to McDonalds. I told him no. He said her never get to go to McDonald and he was dieing. Poor kid! lol

I have a baker living in the house now. My 4 year old, Kyle, came up with his own idea while I was getting his PJ’s on him after his bath. Here it is: ” A pull up cookie with marshmallow inside and blue on the back and colors that change and toppings.” Mmmm, who wants to be the first to try??!

2-11-10

-It’s good to have a big brother!-

I wanted to go to the bank and I had the younger three with me. I told them they had to go in cause the bank wasn’t in a good area even though it wouldn’t take me long. Kara had wet shoes and cold feet and didn’t want to get out and didn’t want to be left in the car either. While we were discussing it Kyle gave me his outlook on the whole thing…

He said, “Mom, if you leave us in the car a man will break the window and take me and take Kara. ” I asked, “what about Levi?’ ” He replied, “Levi would beat him up and kill him.”

12/16/10

-Kyle on Religion-

I took Kyle to the doctors today and from the moment he walked into the office for his vitals to be taken by the nurse to seeing the doctor to leaving, it was pure entertainment.

At one point he blurted out, as he does, that he didn’t like god. The Doctor asked him why and he explained. “God teaches us to breath. I don’t like that. I want to be a zombie or a ghost or a vampire.”  I whispered over to the doctor that it actual made sense. She added, “it really does in a twisted way.”

As we were leaving the room Kyle noticed the Christmas deco taped to the door. It was a print out of a child’s drawing of a silhouette of Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. Kyle pointed to it and very loudly for the whole office to hear said, “They look like germs!”  Everyone cracked up. Honestly it did. Even the doc mentioned they did resemble amoebas. I had thought the one of baby Jesus looked like a bug but was gonna keep that thought to myself.

This is the picture that Kyle thought looked like germs.

See the note added on 12/16/10 of http://www.facebook.com/note.php?saved&&note_id=62503508704 for the funny story that goes with the pic.

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    • Kerry Claypool I love that picture of Kyle!
      He is quite the kid!

      February 8, 2009 at 7:37am · Like
    • Christi RimalThat’s exactly what Zachi does!!!! Must run in the family! LOL!

      February 8, 2009 at 12:21pm · Like
    • Cordi FitzpatrickI loved this!

      April 8, 2009 at 11:36pm · Like
    • Vinod Bhathija An intelligent Kyle, such a good innocent boy he is.:D God Bless him much!!! ♥

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8/22/11  – Kyle is 6 years old.

-say it like it is-

Took the kids to eat and Kyle pointed to a table full of some Mennonite folks and said loudly, “They look weird! Mom, why do they look so weird!” I didn’t crawl under the table but I did make him go over and apologize. They seemed to find the whole thing rather entertaining.

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9/13/11

-Your belly just bit me!-

So I had the flu today. Kyle came home from school in a terrible mood and was hollering and crying and carrying on. It seemed bed time was taking forever to get here. figured he was likely sleepy and would pass right out. WRONG! He did get in a better mood but was wide awake till after 10:30pm.

Meanwhile, while he was wide awake he found my stomach noises fascinating. He would lay on my belly and say things like, “it sounds like a toilet,” or “it sounds like water.” One time he laid on my belly and there was an air bubble that I guess popped and he sat up real quick and explained in a startled way, “Your belly just bit me.” What a kid!

October 5, 2011
Kyle (my 6 year old)was enjoying playing legos with a little boy and a little girl at the “talking doctors” office. I was busy reading my book. The little girl got my attention and very politely informed me she didn’t like it when my son called her pumpkin. hee hee I don’t think that boy is gonna get along with feminist type ladies when he grows up.

11/10/11

-Thanks a lot Garfield!-

Kyle threw me a funny today at the doctors office, but not on purpose. He had his blood test done and they were going over stuff with me and we decided to go ahead and do his flu shot as well. All the times he had his blood tested this week and had IV’s he never cried or complained about the needles. He would even watch them but was cool every time. However when he heard that he was getting a flu shot he got real apprehensive and was trying to find other ways to have it done like being put in his drink. I thought this was very odd. The nurse came in with the big flu shot and snapped it into his arm real fast and was done. She did very well with it. Kyle still didn’t complain or cry. Later he told me that the flu shot wasn’t very big, he was expecting something much bigger. lol
Kara told me this evening that he may have been thinking of the Garfield comics books where Garfield and Odie had flu shots and Odie’s was a small shot and Garfield had one that was like the size of the room or something. Too funny, poor Kyle! 🙂
12-11-11
-The way you say things-
Littlest Pet Sops – Littlest Ketchups
Movie Theater – Movieaters
2/28/12
My 6 year old Kyle told me on the way home from school, “On presidents day the mailmen don’t work. They all go see the presidents and celebrate presidents day.”

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