Sunday, May 24, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
“Go Home Yankees!” (Another Boy Story – A Replay)
By: JENA ISLE
My name is Pepe. I am 12 years old. People say nobody would read what I will write because I lack schooling and English is my second language but you see, I very much want to share with you the story of my friend Dave. I am confident that although I'm not really a writer, I hope I will be able to communicate the message I want to, through this story. My qualifications? I earned the "Best in English" in my grade six class. This is my story.
I met Dave one night in a bar. Right after I graduated from elementary, I worked as an errand boy for Paradise Bar. I wanted to earn to be able to continue my schooling the coming year.
Dave was not one of the "ugly Americans" as others call them. ("Go home, Yankees!" I often hear the cry of protesters in the streets.)
According to the women in the bar, he looked like Mel Gibson - the actor in Braveheart. (I watched that movie several times with them, and I had to agree.)
When the other airmen were noisily drinking, he was just in one corner, silently sipping his beer. He was also soft spoken and treated me kindly -unlike the other Americans. He always gave me a tip - not in coins but in paper- that was a lot for me.
Every night, he came to the bar, all by himself. The women would crowd around him and tried to talk to him, but in the end , he always preferred to be alone. One time when all the customers left and I was done gathering the empty bottles, he summoned me.
"What's your name?" he smiled.
"Pepe" I answered.
"Where do you live?"
"Gueco Street."
"Do you want to work for me?"
I was surprised, "What work?"
" A yard boy and someone to clean my house once a week," he continued smiling at me. "Lighter work, and more pay"
" Yes, " I nodded eagerly.
" You can start tomorrow."
I started working for Dave. He lived alone in a three - room apartment near their Military Base. I learned that he was a pilot - an officer - he had a "wing" symbol on his military uniform. At times when I was done cleaning the yard, he would talk to me about his family back in Wyoming. How he missed them. He said he had a younger brother my age. (Perhaps that was why he had helped me?)
He went less and less to the Paradise Bar as days went on. He allowed me to stay in the other room of his apartment. I went home during weekends to give money to "Nanay" (mother). I was earning more and I was able to save money too.
During evenings, we would barbecue at the backyard and just talk. He asked
me about my family and my plans. I told him about how I wanted to go to high school; that I was the eldest of 5 children and that my parents could not get good jobs because they were not able to go to college too.
I was not telling him this to ask for help. I was telling him because he was able to encourage me to talk and I didn't usually open up that easily. I think we were alike because we didn't talk openly about ourselves to other people.
One day when he came home;
" Myrna, this is Pepe, Pepe this is Myrna - my girlfriend."
I was shocked. I stared at her face and saw a smirk. I did not like her but I shook her hand anyway.
" Sige na, iwanan mo kami," (Go on, leave us alone) she said in the dialect, so I left them.
I could hear Myrna's laughter echoing in the house.
"You don't like her," Dave said when she left.
I did not reply.
"You'll like her when you'll get to know her better." he said and I nodded.
Everyday thereafter, Myrna came to the house even when Dave was not there. She ordered me around like she owned me. I am not new to this as bad people always do that to poor people like me.
"Pagkatapos mong gawin iyan, labhan mo ang damit ko!" (After you're done with that, wash my clothes!) She would bark the order at me.
I had no choice but to obey, she was my boss' girlfriend and I could see that Dave's happiness was complete with her around.
One day. when Dave was at work, Myrna came. She had a man with her. They went straight to Dave's room. I can hear her giggling.
" Eto, puede na ba ito? " (this one, is this okay?) She asked the man.
There was no reply and when they came out, she was carrying Dave's big camera in one hand.
"Ate," I asked " Saan po ninyo dadalhin iyan?" (Where will you bring that?)
"Wala ka na doon", (It's none of your business) she pouted at me.
I could not do anything when she walked past me. When evening came, Dave arrived and I waited for him to ask about the camera but he said nothing , so I presumed that everything was well.
During the days that followed however, I noticed that Myrna no longer came to the house. Dave went back to his usual silent moods. I tried to talk to him but he answered in monosyllables.
"If it's about the camera, .." I started.
"No, don't worry about that," he replied, and that was that.
He did not want to talk about Myrna and I did not dare ask. By then I knew that when Dave wanted me to know, he would tell me. As days passed, his mood improved.
We went back to cooking barbecue and talking about his experiences: how he had slipped into a pond because he was rushing to school; how he and his brother enjoyed their first rodeo and many others. These was all new to me so I listened with awe.
When it was my turn, I went on to talk too about how I enjoyed reading so much and my interest in poetry and writing. He gave me a box of pocketbooks to read the following day, "here, they are all yours." he said.
Several months later, I had saved enough money for enrollment but not enough to buy my school materials. That was good enough for me though, the rest can be remedied, I was sure.
It was after a few more months that Olive came into our lives. Unlike Myrna, I liked Olive immediately. She treated me like Dave did. Her kindness was from the heart, because even when no one was around she treated me like a younger brother. I came to know that she worked as a nurse in the Base hospital.
I can see that Dave was happier with Olive than with Myrna. They were so in love. I was not surprised when they told me they were getting married that coming June. I was happy for them! They assured me, I can stay with them for as long as I wanted.
But that was not what happened. Fate had more surprises for me - the following June, Mount Pinatubo erupted. Tons of ashes rained and all US bases (Subic and Clark) were abandoned by fleeing US soldiers.
I was home helping my parents take shelter when the order for the evacuation of the US bases was given. I knew Dave would be looking for me. I braved the ashfall and rushed to Dave's apartment... but he was gone. Olive was there, packing things in boxes.
"Nasaan siya?"(Where is he?) I asked her.
"Umalis na siya" (He's gone), she said with tears in her eyes.
I can't help but cry too. Dave was gone! I couldn't believe it. I had thought we would be together for long.
"Will you be okay?" I asked her , knowing she was feeling the same way, even much more perhaps.
"He promised to keep in touch," she assured me. "He left something for you."
She gave me a camera and an envelope... the camera ?
"It is brand new," Olive said when she saw the question on my face. " He knew about the first camera. It was Myrna. " she continued.
I opened the envelope. There was green money - enough for me to pursue my ambition of going back to school. I cried all the more, thinking how generous he was. You can always count on him - my Boss Dave - NO - my friend Dave!
One important lesson I have learned is that, no matter what race one belongs to, there will always be the bad and the good!
Photo 1 by echoforsberg
Photo 2 by Bob Jagendorf
My name is Pepe. I am 12 years old. People say nobody would read what I will write because I lack schooling and English is my second language but you see, I very much want to share with you the story of my friend Dave. I am confident that although I'm not really a writer, I hope I will be able to communicate the message I want to, through this story. My qualifications? I earned the "Best in English" in my grade six class. This is my story.
I met Dave one night in a bar. Right after I graduated from elementary, I worked as an errand boy for Paradise Bar. I wanted to earn to be able to continue my schooling the coming year.
Dave was not one of the "ugly Americans" as others call them. ("Go home, Yankees!" I often hear the cry of protesters in the streets.)
According to the women in the bar, he looked like Mel Gibson - the actor in Braveheart. (I watched that movie several times with them, and I had to agree.)
When the other airmen were noisily drinking, he was just in one corner, silently sipping his beer. He was also soft spoken and treated me kindly -unlike the other Americans. He always gave me a tip - not in coins but in paper- that was a lot for me.
Every night, he came to the bar, all by himself. The women would crowd around him and tried to talk to him, but in the end , he always preferred to be alone. One time when all the customers left and I was done gathering the empty bottles, he summoned me.
"What's your name?" he smiled.
"Pepe" I answered.
"Where do you live?"
"Gueco Street."
"Do you want to work for me?"
I was surprised, "What work?"
" A yard boy and someone to clean my house once a week," he continued smiling at me. "Lighter work, and more pay"
" Yes, " I nodded eagerly.
" You can start tomorrow."
I started working for Dave. He lived alone in a three - room apartment near their Military Base. I learned that he was a pilot - an officer - he had a "wing" symbol on his military uniform. At times when I was done cleaning the yard, he would talk to me about his family back in Wyoming. How he missed them. He said he had a younger brother my age. (Perhaps that was why he had helped me?)
He went less and less to the Paradise Bar as days went on. He allowed me to stay in the other room of his apartment. I went home during weekends to give money to "Nanay" (mother). I was earning more and I was able to save money too.
During evenings, we would barbecue at the backyard and just talk. He asked
me about my family and my plans. I told him about how I wanted to go to high school; that I was the eldest of 5 children and that my parents could not get good jobs because they were not able to go to college too.
I was not telling him this to ask for help. I was telling him because he was able to encourage me to talk and I didn't usually open up that easily. I think we were alike because we didn't talk openly about ourselves to other people.
One day when he came home;
" Myrna, this is Pepe, Pepe this is Myrna - my girlfriend."
I was shocked. I stared at her face and saw a smirk. I did not like her but I shook her hand anyway.
" Sige na, iwanan mo kami," (Go on, leave us alone) she said in the dialect, so I left them.
I could hear Myrna's laughter echoing in the house.
"You don't like her," Dave said when she left.
I did not reply.
"You'll like her when you'll get to know her better." he said and I nodded.
Everyday thereafter, Myrna came to the house even when Dave was not there. She ordered me around like she owned me. I am not new to this as bad people always do that to poor people like me.
"Pagkatapos mong gawin iyan, labhan mo ang damit ko!" (After you're done with that, wash my clothes!) She would bark the order at me.
I had no choice but to obey, she was my boss' girlfriend and I could see that Dave's happiness was complete with her around.
One day. when Dave was at work, Myrna came. She had a man with her. They went straight to Dave's room. I can hear her giggling.
" Eto, puede na ba ito? " (this one, is this okay?) She asked the man.
There was no reply and when they came out, she was carrying Dave's big camera in one hand.
"Ate," I asked " Saan po ninyo dadalhin iyan?" (Where will you bring that?)
"Wala ka na doon", (It's none of your business) she pouted at me.
I could not do anything when she walked past me. When evening came, Dave arrived and I waited for him to ask about the camera but he said nothing , so I presumed that everything was well.
During the days that followed however, I noticed that Myrna no longer came to the house. Dave went back to his usual silent moods. I tried to talk to him but he answered in monosyllables.
"If it's about the camera, .." I started.
"No, don't worry about that," he replied, and that was that.
He did not want to talk about Myrna and I did not dare ask. By then I knew that when Dave wanted me to know, he would tell me. As days passed, his mood improved.
We went back to cooking barbecue and talking about his experiences: how he had slipped into a pond because he was rushing to school; how he and his brother enjoyed their first rodeo and many others. These was all new to me so I listened with awe.
When it was my turn, I went on to talk too about how I enjoyed reading so much and my interest in poetry and writing. He gave me a box of pocketbooks to read the following day, "here, they are all yours." he said.
Several months later, I had saved enough money for enrollment but not enough to buy my school materials. That was good enough for me though, the rest can be remedied, I was sure.
It was after a few more months that Olive came into our lives. Unlike Myrna, I liked Olive immediately. She treated me like Dave did. Her kindness was from the heart, because even when no one was around she treated me like a younger brother. I came to know that she worked as a nurse in the Base hospital.
I can see that Dave was happier with Olive than with Myrna. They were so in love. I was not surprised when they told me they were getting married that coming June. I was happy for them! They assured me, I can stay with them for as long as I wanted.
But that was not what happened. Fate had more surprises for me - the following June, Mount Pinatubo erupted. Tons of ashes rained and all US bases (Subic and Clark) were abandoned by fleeing US soldiers.
I was home helping my parents take shelter when the order for the evacuation of the US bases was given. I knew Dave would be looking for me. I braved the ashfall and rushed to Dave's apartment... but he was gone. Olive was there, packing things in boxes.
"Nasaan siya?"(Where is he?) I asked her.
"Umalis na siya" (He's gone), she said with tears in her eyes.
I can't help but cry too. Dave was gone! I couldn't believe it. I had thought we would be together for long.
"Will you be okay?" I asked her , knowing she was feeling the same way, even much more perhaps.
"He promised to keep in touch," she assured me. "He left something for you."
She gave me a camera and an envelope... the camera ?
"It is brand new," Olive said when she saw the question on my face. " He knew about the first camera. It was Myrna. " she continued.
I opened the envelope. There was green money - enough for me to pursue my ambition of going back to school. I cried all the more, thinking how generous he was. You can always count on him - my Boss Dave - NO - my friend Dave!
One important lesson I have learned is that, no matter what race one belongs to, there will always be the bad and the good!
Photo 1 by echoforsberg
Photo 2 by Bob Jagendorf
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Plotdog's WOOF Contest – Top Picks
Poetry
Webbielady – “If I Am God...” - What if I'm given the seat as the God of this universe just for a few hours or a day or a couple of days? A crazy though, a weird poem came out of it...
Jena Isle – “Poems of Adieu and Hello” - What would be more indelible in one's memory, is it saying adieu or hello?
Albert Ashok – “Concerning my land” - Concerning my land- is a concern for my country and the well-being of all concerned with my country.
Dragon Blogger – “A Mother's Love” - A tribute to Mother's everywhere.
Roy – “Don't Ask Me Why” - A poem I wrote for my wife in 1999.
Christable Anon – “The Third Day of May” - How would you address your pain to some deaf wounds?
Zorlone – “Simply A Mother” - The joys of motherhood cannot be expressed in a single poem. But this one tries to have a glimpse of the beauty of such a devoted and unselfish love.
Jennifer M Scott – “Birthday” - 2 months to the day is my birthday and I will be 29 I guess getting older is bothering me some since it seems like I am writing a lot about getting older and losing childhood completely.
Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Inspirational Book by Bloggers Now on its Lay-outing Process
I am now in the stages of preparing the lay-out for the Inspirational Book. I’m excited about how it would look like!
All in all, there are 17 articles contributed by writers from different parts of the world . I was thinking of changing the title to "Anthology of Bloggers All Over the World " . I'm still in the process of drafting the final title. Any suggestion would be most welcome!
The following are the articles and their authors:
1. “Inspiration” by Nicholas Chase
2. “She Didn’t dance” by Roy dela Cruz
3. “It’s Not Too Late” by Jean Knill
4. "Remember When" by Tasha Bud
5. "Television" by Francis Scudellari
6. "Blessed Martin and the Fridge by Ken Armstrong
7. "A Simple Theory of Communication" by Patricia Rockwell
8."The Weeping Girl" by Ray Gratzner
9. "Memories for my Mother by Durano Lawayan
10. "Inspiration" by Jim Murdoch
11. "An Angel in Each One of Us" by Angel Cuala
12. "My Jeepney Ride to Church" by Zorlone
13. "One Decision" by Nancy McCarroll
14. "The Boy Who Saved Christmas" by Ma.Teresa Baniaga
15. "The Laughter of Grief" by John Rooney
16. "Let's Vault In" by Roy dela Cruz
17. "A Life Worth Living" by Irene of LifeLots
If you have contributed and don't find your entry here, kindly notify me in the comment section. I will be requesting each author to send through my email, your bio-data and your best, 2 X 2 ID picture.
You may want to include other pertinent data about your article, or any write-up you want seen in your bio.
If there are still writers out there, who would like to contribute, I can accommodate them, as long as the final lay-outing has not been done yet- most probably by the end of May.
Once again, thanks to all the bloggers who participated in this pioneering endeavor. I hope our efforts would be rewarded with the final printed copy of the book. (God willing.)
8."The Weeping Girl" by Ray Gratzner
9. "Memories for my Mother by Durano Lawayan
10. "Inspiration" by Jim Murdoch
11. "An Angel in Each One of Us" by Angel Cuala
12. "My Jeepney Ride to Church" by Zorlone
13. "One Decision" by Nancy McCarroll
14. "The Boy Who Saved Christmas" by Ma.Teresa Baniaga
15. "The Laughter of Grief" by John Rooney
16. "Let's Vault In" by Roy dela Cruz
17. "A Life Worth Living" by Irene of LifeLots
If you have contributed and don't find your entry here, kindly notify me in the comment section. I will be requesting each author to send through my email, your bio-data and your best, 2 X 2 ID picture.
You may want to include other pertinent data about your article, or any write-up you want seen in your bio.
If there are still writers out there, who would like to contribute, I can accommodate them, as long as the final lay-outing has not been done yet- most probably by the end of May.
Once again, thanks to all the bloggers who participated in this pioneering endeavor. I hope our efforts would be rewarded with the final printed copy of the book. (God willing.)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Poems of Adieu and Hello
Adieu
Spare me the pains of the inky night,
Give me shadows of the lustrous moon.
Don't sing me songs of adieu
in whispers, that I barely knew.
Rest and let go of the garbled breath,
that wracks your tattered body.
Let go my love, of the thread
that leads to turmoil and misery.
Go, move on to the sunshine of joy,
and suffer no more my sweet.
gnarled fingers and wrinkles are done now,
and time for your restful sleep.
Don't worry for in time I will be,
with you in the folds of your dreams.
Where nothing counts but you and me,
and together we will always be...
...until the end of time.
Hello
Photo by nathalielaure
Photo by Sheepie Meili
Spare me the pains of the inky night,
Give me shadows of the lustrous moon.
Don't sing me songs of adieu
in whispers, that I barely knew.
Rest and let go of the garbled breath,
that wracks your tattered body.
Let go my love, of the thread
that leads to turmoil and misery.
Go, move on to the sunshine of joy,
and suffer no more my sweet.
gnarled fingers and wrinkles are done now,
and time for your restful sleep.
Don't worry for in time I will be,
with you in the folds of your dreams.
Where nothing counts but you and me,
and together we will always be...
...until the end of time.
Hello
Dew drops, fresh and sparkling,
sun beams dancing and leaping,
in the verdant grass, glinting,
With the promise of a new tomorrow.
I held on to your hands - smiling-
my heart alight and singing,
in a tune I've never heard ringing.
To me, you have given your precious vow.
Photo by nathalielaure
Photo by Sheepie Meili
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Plotdog's WOOF Contest Winners for May 8
Zorlone has made it to the TOP again with his short story this time. He is not only a brilliant poet but a great story writer too. Congratulations too to the rest of the winners.
WOOF Contest – Top Picks
Izzy Daniels – “5 things you should learn before starting a blog” - Some beginning bloggers have a view common ideas that they think blogging is linked to. In this post, I let people know how to avoid these common issues.
Writing Nag – “A Perfect Day” - Can writing about what you want make it happen? Writing with intention and writing about your perfect day.
WOOF Contest – Top Picks
Fiction / Short Story / Flash Fiction
Zorlone – “Insanity Road” - An Urban Legend about the outcome of trespassing a private road.
Webbielady – “Isn't Life Supposed To Be Meaningful?” - He was in the process of taking his own life... he's ready to die until some strange melody played over the air that made him do something....
Izzy Daniels – “5 things you should learn before starting a blog” - Some beginning bloggers have a view common ideas that they think blogging is linked to. In this post, I let people know how to avoid these common issues.
Writing Nag – “A Perfect Day” - Can writing about what you want make it happen? Writing with intention and writing about your perfect day.
Poetry
Christable Anon – “Memories” - Where did moths steal their wings from?
Dragon Blogger – “Honorless Man” - Rhyming poem made from random words about a man living a double life.
Jennifer M Scott – “four horsepowered heart” - A surreal poem includes a drawing by as well, welcome to my weird world.
Roy – “Man... I am” - A poem about why real men shouldn't hide their own emotions...
Monday, May 11, 2009
A Life Worth Living - 17th Article for the Inspirational Book
By: IRENE OF LIFELOTS
"No one ever finds life worth living - he has to make it worth living"
A very nice thought I have read as I browsed a book of Chicken Soup last night.
I think we can make our lives worth living by living each day at a time, appreciating little things, and not looking for what is missing in our lives.
We have to nourish what we have and what we know - we should count our blessings! Our life is only lived once so it’s better to appreciate whatever life has to offer.
Embrace each trial and give thanks for them because they make us stronger. It's hard to rejoice amidst our trials but if we only know how to discern blessings from them, things will be so simple.
Life is just a game: A jigsaw puzzle that keeps us thinking what it would look like after we drop each piece - it takes time and patience. But no matter how many times we try to put a piece that we think is right, it doesn't mean that the piece is going to fit. Sometimes we'll need to give up on one piece and move on to the others. The piece may fit, and we try to reassure ourselves that it's going to be fine, but somehow we know it's not right. And we try and try again.
Photo 1 of people by foxspain
Life is just a carnival ride: A roller coaster that has its twists and turns and is full of ups and downs - we scream, shout, cry, and laugh. It's always a different thrill each day and it is more fun when shared with others.
We have to be prepared for the ride as it dives very fast and doesn't last long enough. We are stuck with the first position we had - we have to hang on well too, and sit back tight.
I have been through a lot and it really took me great courage and strength to stand up on my own. Sometimes people have to live alone just to find out what purpose they have in life. When they have found that - life would then be worth living!
Life can be a “better place” to “live” in, if we recognize and appreciate all the little things that surround us. A number of people take some of these important little things for granted, but eventually they'd noticed how these are indeed bigger things after all.
To think that my heart is still beating and I still have my senses complete and working admirably, I am very thankful just for that; other people are blind, deaf, and can’t even walk.
Sometimes, we think we have given them something worthless - but for these unfortunate beings - they are priceless! That's how they usually perceive things because they don’t possess them.
But for people who have everything, things are often taken for granted. We get irked at the slightest sign of discomfort - waiting in line at a supermarket, when others around are starving; feeling uncomfortable because of a warm weather at night, when others had to sleep in a cold, damp pavement.
I always weigh things that I have versus the things that other people lack. This way I can realize how much worth the things I have in my life; that they are not just insignificant things but are really bigger blessings.
I am always thankful that even if I don't have everything, at least I don't have “NOTHING.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
IRENE is the author of LIFELOTS, an upcoming blog which inspires and motivates its readers to live life to the fullest.
At her young age, Irene speaks with so much wisdom and startling conviction about vital topics.
She says: "No regrets, just lessons learned..."
With her jovial disposition and unfaltering optimism, she is a blogger worth visiting. Don't just drop and run though, for she has a lot to offer.
Hop over her site and peruse her posts and you'll understand what I mean.
"No one ever finds life worth living - he has to make it worth living"
A very nice thought I have read as I browsed a book of Chicken Soup last night.
I think we can make our lives worth living by living each day at a time, appreciating little things, and not looking for what is missing in our lives.
We have to nourish what we have and what we know - we should count our blessings! Our life is only lived once so it’s better to appreciate whatever life has to offer.
Embrace each trial and give thanks for them because they make us stronger. It's hard to rejoice amidst our trials but if we only know how to discern blessings from them, things will be so simple.
Life is just a game: A jigsaw puzzle that keeps us thinking what it would look like after we drop each piece - it takes time and patience. But no matter how many times we try to put a piece that we think is right, it doesn't mean that the piece is going to fit. Sometimes we'll need to give up on one piece and move on to the others. The piece may fit, and we try to reassure ourselves that it's going to be fine, but somehow we know it's not right. And we try and try again.
Photo 1 of people by foxspain
Life is just a carnival ride: A roller coaster that has its twists and turns and is full of ups and downs - we scream, shout, cry, and laugh. It's always a different thrill each day and it is more fun when shared with others.
We have to be prepared for the ride as it dives very fast and doesn't last long enough. We are stuck with the first position we had - we have to hang on well too, and sit back tight.
I have been through a lot and it really took me great courage and strength to stand up on my own. Sometimes people have to live alone just to find out what purpose they have in life. When they have found that - life would then be worth living!
Life can be a “better place” to “live” in, if we recognize and appreciate all the little things that surround us. A number of people take some of these important little things for granted, but eventually they'd noticed how these are indeed bigger things after all.
To think that my heart is still beating and I still have my senses complete and working admirably, I am very thankful just for that; other people are blind, deaf, and can’t even walk.
Sometimes, we think we have given them something worthless - but for these unfortunate beings - they are priceless! That's how they usually perceive things because they don’t possess them.
But for people who have everything, things are often taken for granted. We get irked at the slightest sign of discomfort - waiting in line at a supermarket, when others around are starving; feeling uncomfortable because of a warm weather at night, when others had to sleep in a cold, damp pavement.
I always weigh things that I have versus the things that other people lack. This way I can realize how much worth the things I have in my life; that they are not just insignificant things but are really bigger blessings.
I am always thankful that even if I don't have everything, at least I don't have “NOTHING.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
IRENE is the author of LIFELOTS, an upcoming blog which inspires and motivates its readers to live life to the fullest.
At her young age, Irene speaks with so much wisdom and startling conviction about vital topics.She says: "No regrets, just lessons learned..."
With her jovial disposition and unfaltering optimism, she is a blogger worth visiting. Don't just drop and run though, for she has a lot to offer.
Hop over her site and peruse her posts and you'll understand what I mean.
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