There Once Was A Dirty Little Girl … (Re-Blog)

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I’m the one on the right, with the pony tail.

The little girl in question was making mud pies with one of her little female friends, and was pretending to be a pony eating hay.

To anyone who read something nasty into the titleSHAME ON YOU!

The purpose of the foregoing is to demonstrate how the words one writes, and how readers interpret those words, are often not the same thing.

My now-famous (chuckle and pat on own back) Battles On the Homefront (A Mother’s Tale) post was meant as a memorial to my own mother, as well as to my daughter’s boyfriend, both of whom had died shortly before that post was written.

A certain family member (who shall remain nameless because I was really ticked at him that person) commented to me that I might want to avoid publicizing such “intimate details” of my life.

Now, I know from at least one of my readers that my mother was not the only “Rosalie” in the world.  And I’m also pretty sure that our “Dan” was not the only 28-year-old in the world to succumb to some form of cancer.  Therefore:

NOTE TO  SIGNIFICANT OTHER  MISGUIDED FAMILY MEMBER:

Lighten up already!

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But all that got me to thinking.

I’ve noticed that not all my readers are interpreting my posts the same way I meant when I wrote them.  I’ve occasionally received comments that seemed to have nothing whatsoever to do with what I was trying to say.

For instance, while I truly appreciate the generosity of the reader who offered to help me set up a fundraiser after my Poor Cordelia (Literally) post ran on Cordelia’s blog site, that post was not  a cry for help – it was merely meant as a lighthearted look at the extremes a mother would go to in order to ease her child’s difficulties.

I believe that reader did, in fact, understand that I was (at least on some level) joking – but her offer seemed totally sincere; perhaps she is a mother herself and read some truth in my words of which I was unaware?  Like many of my posts (apparently), that is open to interpretation.

OpinionsI even ran into this differing viewpoint problem with a guest post I sent to Cordelia.  While she claimed to like the first draft of my Why I Write and Will Continue to Write post, she kept avoiding publishing it.  Finally, I asked if there was a problem with it, and she reluctantly admitted that she thought it was “too negative.”

Say what?

At one point in that draft, I wrote that I didn’t care if no one liked my posts.  Cordelia seemed to interpret that as meaning that I didn’t have confidence in my own abilities, while what I thought I said was that I intended to write my own stories, my own way, without having to slant my words to please others.  I meant that some posts might be a little upsetting or controversial, and that I didn’t care if no one liked my posts as long as they read  them.

It was supposed to be an “in your face” kind of declaration, and to me, at least, it succeeded superbly.

So, I re-read my own draft and finally had to agree with Cordelia that I had worded some parts of it very poorly.  I tweaked it a bit to make it stronger, and Cordelia (at that time, my own personal reviewer and advisor) came to like Why I Write and Will Continue to Write enough to post it.

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And then there are those readers who like and understand what I’ve written, but seem surprised by their own reactions to my words.

My absolute favorite reader response so far was one which an extended family member posted on my private Facebook page, after reading Battles on the Homefront (A Mother’s Tale).  She commented:

weepingWhat, U made me cry, and now I’m supposed to hit like?

If I am able to make someone cry just from reading my words, I’m a better writer than I ever hoped to be.

Although, I’d really rather make people chuckle or sigh.

What I don’t want to do, and hope I have never done, is bore people to tears (well, except for Legal-Shmegal, of course).

So – comments of any kind are good, people – but please let me know if my posts are unclear or not up to my usual excellent standards.  I welcome all input and strive to make my blog as close to perfection as possible.

As always, I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at  cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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Images by:  Cordelia’s Mom’s Dad (way back in 1957!), deeplifequotes, and Girl With Butterfly Wings, respectively

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Taking Back the Neighborhood (If Necessary)

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We have a gun in the house. My husband did security for many years, both as a guard and as an instructor, and his job required that he have a pistol.

I’ve never had much interest in seeing, touching or using that pistol, so it’s been kept locked up when not being carried on the job or used for target practice. But after my recent encounters with my loony neighbor, I came to realize that if ever I had to use that gun, I would be more likely to shoot myself in the foot, or to shoot Cody, than to shoot an intruder. If there’s a gun in the house, all the responsible adults in the house should know how to handle it.

For that reason only, I recently took the New York State Pistol Permit Course. It was run by a local gun store on a Saturday morning, from 9:00 to noon.

I got to the store about 10 minutes early, and the doors weren’t open yet, so I sat in my vehicle watching the other students arrive. I tried to guess why they were there. A couple of young men were obviously either hunters or going into law enforcement – I was OK with that.

Then a young couple arrived – a rather tough looking blond girl and her unfriendly looking boyfriend. They strolled up to the locked doors and became visibly annoyed, after which they walked to the nearest vehicle and had a short, terse conversation with the driver.   The thought occurred to me that perhaps such impatient people were not the best candidates for pistol ownership.

But then, what do I know? Perhaps a wimpy 63-year-old woman is also not a great candidate. As it turned out the aforementioned couple apparently had simply discovered that their formerly safe neighborhood was gradually changing. Sound familiar?

Next came a pretty, very normal looking young woman who reminded me of my own daughters and a 20-something bleach blond lady. I began to wonder if I was going to be the only senior citizen taking the course.

The doors opened, and everyone filed in. At the end of the line were a couple of middle-aged women who looked as uncomfortable as I felt.   When the classroom door closed, there were 14 students of both sexes, a variety of skin colors, and various ages.

Photos were taken, everyone signed the enrollment sheet, and the class began. The instructor was a very competent and knowledgeable man who had retired from federal service in which he had been the range master for some agency or other. He taught the course with common sense and humor, and extreme patience when certain students (other than me) simply could not get the hang of such concepts as dominant eye, support hand, and muzzle discipline.

Taurus RevolversThe highlights for me were being able to handle a semi-automatic pistol (unloaded, of course) and dry-firing a .38 revolver. No actual range time was included – that will come after the pistol permit application has been submitted and approved. I found that a little disappointing – the whole point of taking the course was to learn how to handle a pistol properly!

However, I know I must have done a really good job of interacting during the class, because at the very end, the instructor looked pointedly at me and asked, “Who ARE you?!”

Am I ready to take on the world? Not yet. But we got good instruction on the basics of firearms safety and on how to fill out the permit application so it won’t be rejected. The instructor indicated that there has been a movement lately to make it easier for women to get concealed carry permits, probably due to the increase in violence against women. Not that I want to be a pistol packing mama, but I guess having the legal ability to carry a gun should it become necessary would not be a bad thing to have.

Plus, my loony neighbor, who thinks he’s a cop, might think twice about trying to break my door down if he learns I not only have a gun but know how to use it. That knowledge alone might prevent a bad situation from becoming lethal. Not having to pull a gun at all is so much better than having to use it under extreme circumstances.

Next steps: get fingerprinted and submit the completed application to the County (which must be done in person), and then get some range time (either with my husband’s pistol or with one I will buy that will fit my smaller hand) – finally, an activity that my husband and I can both enjoy!.

Stay tuned – there will be future posts as I go through the process of legally owning and safely using a firearm. Hopefully, the process will not include shooting myself in the foot.

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I love to hear from my readers. You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com or notcordeliasmom@aol.com

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Images by Cordelia’s Mom, and Brian Bennett, respectively

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Meeting The Mistress

Here’s a great post for your amusement. Those of you are boaters will “get it” first.

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The couple practically skipped down the pier carrying grocery bags containing basic supplies for their romantic weekend.
Once aboard, they threw themselves into a passionate embrace, stripping each other of their outer clothes before disappearing into the cabin.
Giggles and masculine murmurs echoed round the bay.

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