REDONE: Part II Chapter Three....................property of Diane Ogden

I insisted Billy drop me off at a little motel a couple miles down from the Club.  And Billy insisted he either come in or he would sleep in his truck outside my motel room door for he wouldn't be having me deserted twice in one night.  He concurred that in the morning he would take me to get Duke and then drive me back to Pamela's pad.  Even summer nights can get real chilly on the coastal side of Texas.  Having said that, Billy whoever he was slept in his truck.  After all half the night had already passed.  I did throw him a pillow and blanket from the second story balcony.  I felt a tad bit badly about not letting him into my room, but shucks, I didn't even know that man's last name.  I mean, he appeared to be a well spoken young man, but again, who ever really knows a stranger.  Not me!  Billy could have been an ax murderer and chopped me up into a million little pieces and threw my little pieces into the ocean with heavy rocks surrounding me in his self made for me body bag. 

Sometimes my imagination took off like a Texas Jack Rabbit running from a lightning bolt. The wandering thoughts usually happened when I was bored, or really just about anytime now that I think about it.

I was having trouble falling asleep knowing that Billy was outside sleeping in his truck.  Adding to that fact, I was worried that Pamela could be in trouble somehow somewhere.  Added to that, I was also hoping Duke was doing alright and not missing me or frightened. And to top all that off, I began imagining someone might break into my room and chop me up. That is when I fell into a deep exhausted sleep.  Next thing I heard was a pounding on my door so loud my dead great aunt was surely awoken from the dirt she was laid to rest in.  I leaped from the covers and carefully peeled back a corner of the insulated drapes so as to not let whoever was doing such a bang up deal outside my door, see me!  Surprise Surprise!  It was Billy whoever he was.  And behind him was the Texas sun bearing down brightly upon my crack in the curtains.  What time was it.  I shouted to Billy to stop with the banging alright already.  Jeez Louise.  I checked my watch and I was late to pick up Duke.  Those insulated motel curtains allowed me an extra couple hours sleep.  There was no time to shower, brush my teeth, or anything.  I threw my clothes on, grabbed my purse and out the door I flew, at which time Billy said someone had turned him in as a loiterer.  Turned out the owners called the police who came and told him to get up and get on his way.  That is when he came pounding on my door like a jackhammer doing serious business to a cement curb! 

We arrived at the Allen's where Duke had spent the night.   I could hear him barking but I couldn't make out where the sounds were coming from.  Oh God I hope they didn't leave him in the basement alone.  Or maybe they put him in the garage, or tied to a tree, alone and outside all night.  Or, or..... and there I went again.   Extreme imagination off the charts Julianna.   I rang the doorbell all the while mentally preparing my so sorry for being late speech.   No answer.  I rang again.  No answer.
Duke was barking!  I needed to get my dog and he needed me also.   Billy looked at me and I looked at Billy and then again.  He asked me what I felt I should do now.  I said I didn't have a dang clue and by the way what is your last name Billy Boy?  He informed me he hated the name Billy Boy and please don't refer to him as that ever again.  And then told me his last name was Connolly.  William Boyd Connolly.  I was impressed. Not only was he polite, he exercised chivalry.  He could dance, he was handsome, and he drove an out of sight truck.  I recall felling my next inquiry should have been as to what his job in life was.  Or maybe not.  I would be leaving very soon for other parts of the country so Billy Boy would be just another person I had met in my journey to Los Angeles.

Bill and I decided to check around the back yard which entailed climbing one short gate that led through the carport and then a more serious shimmy up a very tall fence line.   For some reason Billy's chivalry went over and above fence lines.  He hollered back to me that Duke was there but then I knew that considering Dukes continuous barking.   That is when the guttural sounds from man and dog hit the airwaves of my consciousness to a stage of danger sounds.  I shouted, "What is going on?"  Just then Billy came flying over the top of that fence with the rear end of his nice looking western slacks torn and hanging about his hot bum.  Wow, I commented.  But wait, Duke wouldn't ever do anything like that I didn't think, but then again I wasn't totally sure.  Billy informed me there was another very large and unkind animal guarding Duke who was passively laying by the back door.  In other words that wasn't Duke barking after all.  Now what, I thought.  But no words would come out of my mouth.  I just wanted my dog, my pink Cadillac and my money.  Seemed to be a continuing issue with me lately.

Billy found me a piece of paper to write the Allen's a note.  I left it in the mailbox as I figured they would not be entering their home through the front door. More likely the carport door behind the locked gate.  I was climbing into the Chevy when I noticed a car pull into the Allen's driveway, and behind that car were two Houston City Police cruisers.   I had about enough of the Johnny Law this past month.   I began searching for my brown paper bag considering I was gulping air.  That same danged air I gulped crossing the Mississippi and the same danged air I gulped through the last tornadic storm.  Billy asked me what in the world I was doing?   Just then the fuzz opened his drivers side door, yanked him out, exposed his hot bum and threw him on the ground.  I was next!!  I opened my passenger side door and screamed, "WAIT!"   That is when all at the same time I was thrown onto the ground, while Mr. Allen was also screaming, "WAIT! WAIT, I know her, I have her dog!"
Somehow at that moment those pigs weren't into listening. 

Turns out the neighbors called Mr. Allen at work, who in turn called the local Lawmen who in turn felt them needed to manhandle two young people.  My Lord those policemen each must have weighed near 300 pounds each.  At least one of the four knees between them had punctured my rear side.  Finally after some minutes of tussling and handcuffing Billy and I, the two hee-men pigs stopped long enough to listen.  Mr. Allen was apologizing up one side and down Billy's backside.  Yet after a few minutes of that nonsense, he got real serious and asked us why the hell we climbed his secure fence line.  I told him I had overslept at a motel because my friend deserted me over at the Fools Gold Night Club on Westheimer.  I didn't have your address with me so this kind young man drove me to my motel, slept outside in his truck, drove me here this morning to get Duke only to find no one home.  So we decided to climb the fence and get Duke and leave you a note.  But.....
Mr. Allen said, "But you got a surprise, right?  I see by the looks of your friends britches my guard dog Nitro had introduced himself."  

"Yes Sir." I said.

The officers unlocked the cuffs on Billy and I at which time the pig that was in charge of my personal being extended his hand to shake.  I swear by the light of day here we go again.  Throw me down, beat me up, put your knee in my buttock, handcuff me too tightly, and then want to be my best friendly acquaintance.  Just brought back Daddy J Bar J Oil and Cattleman to the front and center of my minds eye.  This time I did shake Johnny Law's hand because it was the smart thing to do considering my recent run of luck.  One never knows when one might need the fuzz, even a very large fuzz man. 

As the officers drove out of sight, Mr. Allen retrieved Duke for me.  And at that same moment I noticed Billy staring at me like I was, "Mirror mirror on the wall, whose the baddest of them all? Me!"  He said not one word.  Just stood there staring with his plaid boxers exposed behind the torn once hot western pants.  I started to say, "I'm so sorr......"  when Duke leaped up onto me licking and crying like an abandoned child at his first day of kindergarten!  I sat down on the grass and held Duke with love and adoration until he calmed down.  I assured him I would not leave him for a very long ever again.  Or at least until we had a more secure life. 

Okay, Okay Billy said.  I get it now!   That is some terrific dog you got there Missy.  I agreed as Duke leaped into the truck, sat down and waited for us to follow. Next up we headed for Pamela's pad.  I had forgotten that was still to be dealt with.  Billy made a pit stop at his house for a quick shower and a change of clothing.  Duke made himself comfortable on the very large studded leather sofa while I admired the artwork and other various unique items everywhere the eyes looked.  Whoa Cowboy, what and where do you come from I thought.  Just then Billy who know looked more like a Bill came trotting down the stairs ready to roll.  And so we did without so much as a word from me regarding the near mansion we just drove away from.  I was afraid to ask for fear he might say he was an oil and cattle man.  I had been to that rodeo before and wasn't ready for another one like the last one, if ever....

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Writing These Chapters for a Reason..............by Diane Ogden

I have written two novels only to discover I am the Queen of passive voice sentences.  And the Queen of past and present tense confusion.  
This said, please note I am writing this little or big story to PRACTICE past and present tense writing.
Forget the Passive Voice......someone else can do that one for me.   I do wish I could remember Mrs. Covington's English Lit class.  Retention was always an issue for me.  So here I am writing repetitively every day so I can "get it" down pat.  Then go back and fix the novels.  One at a time.
Thank you for any input at all.  Just be nice.  
Diane O

This is an Article written about my Son in L.A. .................by dlakerev.com

http://dlakerev.com/all-american-cody-ogden/

Cynical?.........................by Diane Ogden

Well Good Morning Glory!  Not so sure anyone would say that to me anymore.  A few years ago, maybe. 

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Full Definition of CYNICAL

 

: believing that people are generally selfish and dishonest

: selfish and dishonest in a way that shows no concern about treating other people fairly

:  having or showing the attitude or temper of a cynic: 

a :  contemptuously distrustful of human nature and motives cynical

men who say that democracy cannot be honest and efficient — F. D. Roosevelt>

b :  based on or reflecting a belief that human conduct is motivated primarily by self-interest cynical

ploy to win votes>

 

I am not contemptuous.  Unless I am in the car driving alone.  Or watching Honey Goo Goo!  Or the guy with six wives and 56 children.  Or Politics.  Or stupid housewives of some big city somewhere.  Or magazines that brush away every single wrinkle or spot to the point the person looks like a wax figure.  So perfect I wont buy magazines anymore.  The one that did it was MORE...  It was the pictures of Diane Keaton looking like she was 16 years old.  MORE is a magazine for older women for God sake.  Do not insult my intelligence. Or "cops" that beat up innocent people.  Or weathermen who sensationalize the weather to draw in more viewers. The weathermen are starting to look like crazy soap opera stars in heat.  And danged if it never snows 26 inches.  Only half that.  Or commercials that flat out lie.  Shoes that cost way too much.  Doctors that only give us 15 minutes to see if we are going to safely make it through another day. Veterinarians should wear hoodies and masks because they are flat out robbers.  Dentists that charge insurance companies, not me. Oh I don't have insurance.  Corporations that control my life.  Elections that don't really count votes.  Pressing one for English.  WalMart people.  Tenants that do not pic up their dogs poop.

Religious freaks.  Car Insurance with tacked on Renters Insurance that never pays and if it does your rates double for four years.  Cable TV, namely Charter Communications who change their prices monthly by a few cents to make a few mill. Or double bill me so I have to take out an hours time to call customer service.  Or Magic Jack that quit working after I paid for a year and they have NO phone number to call. Service was great until it quit.  Automatic weapons!  What ever happened to small handgun to protect yourself?  No cure for the Homeless. 

 

Actually I am a very happy person who has become somewhat cynical.  I am working on it but not sure I will be able to fix it.  I use positive affirmations.  I pray.  I forgive.  Nothing is working so far.

Will stay on it! 

Laters:  Love you all. Morning Glory.   LOL

LifePath Number 9....................by Diane Ogden

Yup that's me.  MWAH!  I love playing with the numerology energies.  And every time I read one I am in awh of how right on they are.   Mine is the 9.

Lifepath 9:       
Those born with a Life Path number 9 are natural leaders, and they assume they are in charge even if they are not. If in a department store, people think they work there. They take care of everyone else but need to learn to speak up when they need help, love, and hugs. Nines often feel unloved or abandoned by their mother or father, or they feel completely responsible for them. It's hard for them to let go of the past.

People with a Life Path 9 are humanitarians. If your Life Path is a 9 you have an extremely strong sense of compassion and generosity. You are selfless and helping others is very important to you. You not only want to help others, but you feel very deeply for those less fortunate than yourself.

You are friendly and people like you. Your generosity knows no bounds, and you give freely of your money, time and energy. Your ultimate goal is working toward a better world.

Because you are so giving you may find that your finances are not in the greatest shape. You may also have a tendency to be scattered … your talents lie in so many different directions that you may find it difficult to focus on just one. If you are not following your Life Path and are instead pursuing materialistic gains, you could feel a deep level of dissatisfaction with yourself.

Number 9 symbolizes endings, spiritual consciousness. An individual with a Life Path number 9 can overcome a lot, and is often required to do so in their lifetime. If you have a Life Path Number 9 you most likely had a difficult relationship with one or both of your parents early in your life.

Life path number 9 is the number of completion and resolution. You will need to make choices, and not resist endings. Below are some key points you might want to take into consideration to help you on your path …
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I was telling my son Daniel how its not that I expect anything in return from the people I help, but I do expect a bit more positive life from the Universe.  Actually I didn't even expect that until a couple of years of notsomuch kindness coming my way.  One of my son's is incarcerated.  He has saved the lives of three people while being so.  He has personally drawn 45 Christmas cards each year for family and rec's back maybe four.  His sentence should be reduced due to the acts of lifesaving but so far no go for him.
He sent me this:
 
Same with me Mom - I do for lots of people and get shit on.
I don't blame them though.
Noone has ever taught people how to be grateful and thankful.
Nor do they understand karma....
 You just keep doing for others as its kindness in its purity.
And when its done, without expecting anything in return,
 is when its the most powerful.

Photo is from:  sapphiresmoonbeams.com

Ham and More Ham....................by Diane Ogden

So today I was not voluntarily off work. Rather my helper was sick which meant no work.
Mid day I ventured out into the snowy weather to purchase my dog and I some food and to save my salt covered truckie with a car wash. 
I ended up at Metcalf's grocery to purchase myself four or five slices of ham, some anti-dandruff shampoo considering the below zero weather has affected my entire body and scalp, and some scotch for tonight's bringing in the New Year, as well as something sweet for the next couple days of seclusion before back to work.   I got the ham slices from the deli, walked on a ways and got the sweets, walked on a ways and OMG, Whalla light bulbs and streamers.....there in front of my eyes was a bin with SPECIAL OF THE WEEK....the biggest hams ever for $1.11 a pound.

Now listen. I did do a stint in math class.  And I did pass.  But nothing prepared me for this stretch of the numbers in the middle of the grocery store with no calculator.  Yes I need a calculator sometimes.
The four slices of ham at the deli cost me $9.49 a pound.  The big honker sale ham cost me $1.11per pound for a ten pounder.  So I bought it.  I took it home. I baked it.  I then starred at the dang hunk of pig wondering what I was thinking! (That was garage sale thinking! Get it before anyone else does) Did I have enough room in my apartment freezer for this hog.  I started carving and carving and more carving.  Did I forget I live alone.  I will be eating Ham until next New Years Eve!   Then I noticed I had a bag of cabbage left from Christmas.  So I pulled out a soup pan and peeled some potatoes, put a smidgen of that hog in the pan along with the cabbage and whalla, I ended up with another over the top amount of food.  I starred at it and said to myself, "What are you thinking today?"  I was outside the/my box for sure.  I froze what I could and idk what I will do with all that soup.  Maybe its an OMEN for BIG THINGS over the top to come for me this New Year of 2014.  Or maybe I should have studied fractions better considering my portions are off the charts.
I'd rather it had been fish I over purchased.  Ham, really?  I will be a swollen piggy thru June at least. 
Until then..........laters.