Foxworthy-You May Live in Pennsylvania If

Gotta love PA.  The only state that is called by its initials.

Gotta love PA. The only state that is called by its initials.










If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don’t even work there, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you’ve worn shorts and a parka… at the same time, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you’ve had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If “vacation” means going anywhere south of Harrisburg for the weekend, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you measure distance in hours, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you have switched from ‘heat’ to ‘A/C’ in the same day and back again, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both doors unlocked, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you may live in Pennsylvan ia.


If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph -you’re going 80 and everybody is passing you, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you find 10 degrees “a little chilly”, you may live in Pennsylvania.


If you actually understand these jokes, repost this so all of your Pennsylvania friends and others can see,you definitely do live – or have lived – in Pennsylvania!

Inside Creedmoor State Hospital’s Building 25 | AbandonedNYC

Check out the amazing photos from inside this NYC State hospital.  The amount of bird poo blows my mind!  ~P.

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An anonymous writer shares her story of separation from her husband.

Aloneagain3's Blog

I feel so disconnected from every one. It is debilitating to feel as if there is no one you can turn to for love help and support.
Everyone has their own issues. Their own lives.
I feel very alone. I feel as if I have no one to say “let’s go conquer the world together” to.
Isn’t that who a spouse is supposed to be?
I can’t even tell him my simplest feelings. I feel abandoned.
That’s kind of the story of my life.

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Abuse: A Father’s Story

This made me think back…

A Cry For Justice

The following account is provided by the father of an abuse victim, and how his daughter’s suffering forced him to come to terms with his previous position that abuse is not a biblical ground for divorce:

It is a joy to have a Daddy’s Girl, and I have two daughters to prove it! There has always been a special bond between us, and I have the natural inclination to protect my little girls. I remember special times with both growing up, and it was the greatest joy in my life to see them marry wonderful men, at least I thought they were both wonderful men (My youngest is married to a great guy!). Little did I know that one of them would be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Because of possible retaliation from the spies that my daughter’s ex has checking on her, I will identify them by A (my…

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I was nominated for a blog award from fellow blogger Paula Acton.  Paula’s blog is uplifting and very enjoyable.  She loves writing stories and is working on a novel.  Thank you Paula!!!

Seven things to share about myself:

1.  I can roll my tongue both directions.  In half like a hotdog roll and tip to back.

2.  My best friend from middle school is still my best friend.

3.  At one point, I had 135 hermit crabs.

4.  I eat animal crackers in pairs, as if they were entering the ark.

5.  I’m fascinated with December 21st 2012 being the end of the world.

6.  I never wash dishes, my boyfriend does all of them.

7.   I often dream I can’t find my classroom or I’m walking the halls naked.

My nominations for A Beautiful Blog Award if they care to accept are:

My friend Tyler who’s photography I greatly admire.

Jason Alan who is great at flash poetry.

Meisha who writes deeply and thoughfully and also post great comments on my blog.

Girlboxing who write about one of my favorite sports…boxing!

A very awesome photography blog.

Fiona, a caring blogger in Australia.

Last but not least, Miss Tribble’s blog that talks honestly about disabilities.

Please take a moment to check out these seven bloggers and if you so wish, accept your award, share seven things about yourself and nominate seven bloggers you enjoy!


Just Tell~There is help

Ever been told you’re a good listener?  I have been told that many times over.  My shoulder is always available to cry on and my arms always open to give a hug.

People have shared horror stories with me about things that happened to them as children or as teenagers.  It is heart-wrenching to hear the abuse they suffered at the hands of their own parents, friends of parents and relatives.  What I’ve learned is, as victims of sexual abuse at the hands of people they should trust, they felt there was no one to turn to.

I don’t have the answers for why people do the vile things they do to their children.

There are so many questions:  Why does a father molest or rape his child or stepchild?  Why does a mother trade sexual favors with their child for drugs, money, alcohol?  Why does an uncle or aunt touch their niece or nephew inappropriately?  Why does the close family friend always want to take little Jane or Joe for “ice cream”?

These poor children feel trapped with no one to turn to….until now.

The Just Tell organization is there for these children.  The first step is for a child to tell a trusted adult that someone is abusing them.

Just Tell empowers youth to speak up and stop the abuse.

Please take a moment to look at their website and click the like button.  That is just a small thing to do to help this organization.  If you would like to do more, there are many ways to support them outlined on their website from monetary donations to voluntary positions.

Remember, the children are our future.

God Bless them and you!


Rest in peace, Cookie

Today, in 1986, a friend of mine named Betty Jean “Cookie” Hollis was found dead at a pavilion in a local park. Her clothes were on inside out, she showed signs of rape and was strangled. The night before, my mother’s boyfriend’s cousin showed up at our door at 12:45 AM in a state of panic, his clothes were inside out, and he asked to talk to my mom’s boyfriend. Of course, he was sleeping on the sofa recovering from a party that night that involved grain alcohol, PCP, marijuana and cocaine that took place in my mother’s home where I lived. I told him that my mother’s boyfriend was sleeping. He asked me to tell him once he got up in the morning that he had been to visit. When Cookie was found, I knew that the visit was somehow involved. Against my mother’s advice not to be “a snitch” or a “narc”, I went to the police station and told them what had happened that night when he showed up at the door.

Two weeks later he was arrested for murder and rape, but he got out on bail. For the next two months, until he was convicted in September of 1987, he constantly threatened to kill me and often banged on windows and the air conditioner asking me to open the door and talk to him. I called the police every single time it happened. I testified in court about what time he came to the door, what he was wearing, and answered a stupid question from the defense lawyer. After he was convicted and sentenced to 25-45 years in prison, he called me through my mother’s boyfriend and told me that he was going to kill me at soon as he got out. I have never forgotten that. All my life I made sure to have private unlisted phone numbers.

Now that we have technology and for a price anyone, I MEAN ANYONE, can get my address, phone number, credit report, background check, and other personal information on the internet. On this day, every year, I take a moment to remember Cookie and to remain vigilant that one day I may get a very unpleasant knock on my door. There is nothing I can do to keep my address and personal information out of the hands of people who shouldn’t have it. Think about that the next time privacy laws get shelved or are not voted on by your representative in the House and Senate. I do every single day. Rest in peace, Cookie, you are not forgotten.

By Michele Kalis
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