The past several months have been a curious mix of pain, illness and trying to get back on track. Back to back bouts of nasty flu really hit hard, then after that it was the R.A. that plagues me, making it very hard to even move like normal.
Then things got better! I found myself writing like mad, then rereading and editing two massive books. Yay! I am kinda sorta mostly back on my feet. lol
Then, I slept like a log, only to wake up and find that it was raining. I listened to the rain falling on the roof, for the first time in a long time. I actually felt better than I have in months. Just a little rain. It is amazing what nature can do for you.
Now, as it is late, and quiet, I am looking forward to watching an old favorite of mine: Jurassic Park.
After that, I need to check my Blogger settings as it seems some friends are being blocked from veiwing my blog, in spite of my settings. Grr. I may ask Cain to take a look see. My eyes are pretty shot after all the reading, editing and writing that I've done.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Journal Excerpts:3-31 thru 4-11
3-31-2014
Monday
Well, it has been another lovely weekend of screeching kids running all over the place, banging on the door and climbing all over the front porch. I've written exactly zilch the past three days thanks to these little brats. Yes, I said BRATS.
Ill behaved, ill mannered, these kids are a reflection of their lackluster parents. One sits on his ass while the other half asses at her job, trying to stir shit and cause trouble. Making it all the more unpleasant is the fact that these "parents" a term that I use loosely, will not corral their kids nor quieten them. Hell, the parents are just as noisy and ill mannered as the kids.
Before these people landed, like a great dark cloud, we barely knew there were kids in the area. Most of us moved out here, away from the city and the noise, so it does not make us happy to have noise for hours on end. We do not enjoy having our peace and tranquility being wrecked by people unwilling to try to meet us half way. This recent Spring Break was a damn nightmare. After all the racket I was overjoyed when school was back in session.
On top of this, the kids are desperate for adult attention. Each day when Cain comes in from work, they run to him like a miniature horde of wild horses. They clamor for attention, begging to come inside to play with the dog or see what he is doing or going to do. He tries to be patient, tries to be calm, but after a long day of putting up with bullshit, which includes their mother slacking at her job and expecting him or someone else to clean up after her, he is not eager to deal with her brats. Nor am I.
We have both done our child rearing, thank you very much, and we do not intend to parent our neighbor's kids. They seem to expect free babysitters, but I am not going to give freeloaders free sitting services.
I'm so tired of noise, trespassing and kids in our yard. I feel that we have been patient enough and this is nothing short of child neglect and harassment.
4-1-2014
Tuesday
After being told to stay off the porch and go play in their yard, the horde was back again today. We were attempting to enjoy our dinner in peace, but the noise kept coming and going. Finally, after about the fifteenth time of thudding on the porch and banging, I got up and confronted the kids. I told them to stay off the porch, that they had been told this already, and told them to go home. I did not yell, I did not curse, which took a great deal of effort on my part.
I do not want them hurt and I fear they will rip open a foot or leg on our old porch. I also have a stress problem that their noise and thumping aggravates. Not to mention checking to see who is at the door over and over gets old real fast!
We haven't had a chance to renovate anything yet, thanks to all the interuptions and injuries, body aches, etc., and really we should not have to be responsible for other peoples kids, especially after being told repeatedly to go home and play there.
As it is, their mother has already told people that I do not exist and that Cain talks to himself. She says that he is lazy (that after she left half her work to be done at their place of employment and even said he would have to do it for her the next day) and won't watch her own damn kids. It is only part time for him, something that should not be so stressful or difficult.
It is so hard to write, and deal with the aches and pains of RA while having EIGHT kids climbing all over our house, screaming like banshees.
I don't know what has gotten into people. You try to be nice, be a good neighbor, a decent person, and they screw you over, lie about you and do their damnedest to ruin your life.
So, I have a plan. I am going to get video of this bullshit and hold it over her head. As it is, this bitch eavesdrops by practically crawling up on our windows to listen in. Can't watch her kids, can't raise them worth a damn, but can find time to spy on her neighbors and make up lies. As I've said before, we keep our blinds closed all the time now and that is doing us no good to feel imprisoned in our own home. We have tried other routes to deal with this nonsense, so I am getting ready to get proof of this bullshit and if necessary call family services. With a father and grandfather at the home, you would think someone could watch the kids!
4-2-2014
Wednesday
Well today was a strange one! After catching our neighbor spying on us, not only trying to listen in on our conversations, but trying to get up close to peer in the windows we thought she could stoop no lower.
Then Cain came in from work and she raced outside to gather up her brood and usher them inside. So very weird! However, the kids were playing in their own yard, where they belonged. She is just being a bitch now, acting all afraid of us AFTER she tried to walk all over us. Some people are just nuts.
To make matters worse, she got caught taking illegal drugs at work with a co-worker who is known as a pusher (has been caught repeatedly on the premises at work, as well as seen buying from another pusher). The owners of the business know this but ignore it. They seem to think they can save the pusher, but she doesn't want to be saved. An alcoholic/drug addict cannot be helped unless they truly desire help. Anyway, the pusher is sharing drugs with bitchy neighbor, so we are both just trying to stay away from these idiots.
4-3-2014
Thursday
It was a repeat of the odd corraling of kids and hurrying to get them inside the house. It is offensive and hurtful. Neither of us would ever harm a child. We both helped raise our siblings; we value children's safety. Now this woman who can't be bothered to look after her own kids, who screams at them and calls them stupid is acting as though we are cannibals or something who are a threat to her children.
Hey, we aren't the drug users or drunks. That is on her side and her hubby's.
It is sad, but this mess really started with the crack head at work. She has this M.O. where she buddies up to the new guy or gal, tries to get them to go over to her house and get drunk and get high. Once they think they can trust her, she sells them out and turns on them. People have lost their jobs, their freedom and their homes due to this vile woman. Now she is wrangling in our neighbor and oh boy! both are working their bitch angle.
As we are pretty much in the middle of nowhere, where the police do not handle this crap unless absolutely forced, it is best to lie low until the BS passes by. The alternative is going outside local authorities for help, but that can result in years' long investigations and you getting tagged a stoolie while you try to avoid a fatal accident. On a lighter note, the police do not bother us, nor harass us out here, as long as we turn a blind eye to the drug pushers and other crimes taking place all over.
There are up sides and down sides to any place you live, regardless of state or politics, at least here we know the good from the bad and can usually avoid trouble by staying far away from the bad.
4-7-2014
Monday
It has been mostly quiet so far today. Hell, it is only 11:44 a.m. so it is still pretty early for noise. There has been some banging and thudding next door but they do that on a daily basis. It is impossible for them to not make a lot of noise, but at least there are no screaming kids running all over our place, trying to find a way to get in. Ugh. I'll take small mercies where I can find them!
It has rained off and on all weekend so that helps act as a buffer. It is still too cool for kids to play outside when it is raining, so we are grateful for those small blessings yet again.
4-11-2014
Friday
Such wonderful news! The horde and their keepers are moving. It seems that prayers are answered. Found out today that our peeping Tom neighbor is heading back home to where ever unpleasant folk like that live. After her lies, slandering, gossip and sheer malice I am grateful for this departure.
Oddly enough, the hubby (whom I call twat face under my breath, as I try to be civil) was yelling at his door way about No one telling him how to raise his kids. Funny, we never said that. We said to them to go home, play there, where it was safe. We have a lot of things kids can get hurt on here. Gopher holes, snake holes, slick rocks, jutting boards on the porch, etc., not good for kids. Plus, the noise they make is unbearable. Anyway you can kinda see why I mutter obscenities under my breath, to blow off steam, yet never have I said a cross word to parent or child.
After this, should they return, I will not remain nice.
Monday
Well, it has been another lovely weekend of screeching kids running all over the place, banging on the door and climbing all over the front porch. I've written exactly zilch the past three days thanks to these little brats. Yes, I said BRATS.
Ill behaved, ill mannered, these kids are a reflection of their lackluster parents. One sits on his ass while the other half asses at her job, trying to stir shit and cause trouble. Making it all the more unpleasant is the fact that these "parents" a term that I use loosely, will not corral their kids nor quieten them. Hell, the parents are just as noisy and ill mannered as the kids.
Before these people landed, like a great dark cloud, we barely knew there were kids in the area. Most of us moved out here, away from the city and the noise, so it does not make us happy to have noise for hours on end. We do not enjoy having our peace and tranquility being wrecked by people unwilling to try to meet us half way. This recent Spring Break was a damn nightmare. After all the racket I was overjoyed when school was back in session.
On top of this, the kids are desperate for adult attention. Each day when Cain comes in from work, they run to him like a miniature horde of wild horses. They clamor for attention, begging to come inside to play with the dog or see what he is doing or going to do. He tries to be patient, tries to be calm, but after a long day of putting up with bullshit, which includes their mother slacking at her job and expecting him or someone else to clean up after her, he is not eager to deal with her brats. Nor am I.
We have both done our child rearing, thank you very much, and we do not intend to parent our neighbor's kids. They seem to expect free babysitters, but I am not going to give freeloaders free sitting services.
I'm so tired of noise, trespassing and kids in our yard. I feel that we have been patient enough and this is nothing short of child neglect and harassment.
4-1-2014
Tuesday
After being told to stay off the porch and go play in their yard, the horde was back again today. We were attempting to enjoy our dinner in peace, but the noise kept coming and going. Finally, after about the fifteenth time of thudding on the porch and banging, I got up and confronted the kids. I told them to stay off the porch, that they had been told this already, and told them to go home. I did not yell, I did not curse, which took a great deal of effort on my part.
I do not want them hurt and I fear they will rip open a foot or leg on our old porch. I also have a stress problem that their noise and thumping aggravates. Not to mention checking to see who is at the door over and over gets old real fast!
We haven't had a chance to renovate anything yet, thanks to all the interuptions and injuries, body aches, etc., and really we should not have to be responsible for other peoples kids, especially after being told repeatedly to go home and play there.
As it is, their mother has already told people that I do not exist and that Cain talks to himself. She says that he is lazy (that after she left half her work to be done at their place of employment and even said he would have to do it for her the next day) and won't watch her own damn kids. It is only part time for him, something that should not be so stressful or difficult.
It is so hard to write, and deal with the aches and pains of RA while having EIGHT kids climbing all over our house, screaming like banshees.
I don't know what has gotten into people. You try to be nice, be a good neighbor, a decent person, and they screw you over, lie about you and do their damnedest to ruin your life.
So, I have a plan. I am going to get video of this bullshit and hold it over her head. As it is, this bitch eavesdrops by practically crawling up on our windows to listen in. Can't watch her kids, can't raise them worth a damn, but can find time to spy on her neighbors and make up lies. As I've said before, we keep our blinds closed all the time now and that is doing us no good to feel imprisoned in our own home. We have tried other routes to deal with this nonsense, so I am getting ready to get proof of this bullshit and if necessary call family services. With a father and grandfather at the home, you would think someone could watch the kids!
4-2-2014
Wednesday
Well today was a strange one! After catching our neighbor spying on us, not only trying to listen in on our conversations, but trying to get up close to peer in the windows we thought she could stoop no lower.
Then Cain came in from work and she raced outside to gather up her brood and usher them inside. So very weird! However, the kids were playing in their own yard, where they belonged. She is just being a bitch now, acting all afraid of us AFTER she tried to walk all over us. Some people are just nuts.
To make matters worse, she got caught taking illegal drugs at work with a co-worker who is known as a pusher (has been caught repeatedly on the premises at work, as well as seen buying from another pusher). The owners of the business know this but ignore it. They seem to think they can save the pusher, but she doesn't want to be saved. An alcoholic/drug addict cannot be helped unless they truly desire help. Anyway, the pusher is sharing drugs with bitchy neighbor, so we are both just trying to stay away from these idiots.
4-3-2014
Thursday
It was a repeat of the odd corraling of kids and hurrying to get them inside the house. It is offensive and hurtful. Neither of us would ever harm a child. We both helped raise our siblings; we value children's safety. Now this woman who can't be bothered to look after her own kids, who screams at them and calls them stupid is acting as though we are cannibals or something who are a threat to her children.
Hey, we aren't the drug users or drunks. That is on her side and her hubby's.
It is sad, but this mess really started with the crack head at work. She has this M.O. where she buddies up to the new guy or gal, tries to get them to go over to her house and get drunk and get high. Once they think they can trust her, she sells them out and turns on them. People have lost their jobs, their freedom and their homes due to this vile woman. Now she is wrangling in our neighbor and oh boy! both are working their bitch angle.
As we are pretty much in the middle of nowhere, where the police do not handle this crap unless absolutely forced, it is best to lie low until the BS passes by. The alternative is going outside local authorities for help, but that can result in years' long investigations and you getting tagged a stoolie while you try to avoid a fatal accident. On a lighter note, the police do not bother us, nor harass us out here, as long as we turn a blind eye to the drug pushers and other crimes taking place all over.
There are up sides and down sides to any place you live, regardless of state or politics, at least here we know the good from the bad and can usually avoid trouble by staying far away from the bad.
4-7-2014
Monday
It has been mostly quiet so far today. Hell, it is only 11:44 a.m. so it is still pretty early for noise. There has been some banging and thudding next door but they do that on a daily basis. It is impossible for them to not make a lot of noise, but at least there are no screaming kids running all over our place, trying to find a way to get in. Ugh. I'll take small mercies where I can find them!
It has rained off and on all weekend so that helps act as a buffer. It is still too cool for kids to play outside when it is raining, so we are grateful for those small blessings yet again.
4-11-2014
Friday
Such wonderful news! The horde and their keepers are moving. It seems that prayers are answered. Found out today that our peeping Tom neighbor is heading back home to where ever unpleasant folk like that live. After her lies, slandering, gossip and sheer malice I am grateful for this departure.
Oddly enough, the hubby (whom I call twat face under my breath, as I try to be civil) was yelling at his door way about No one telling him how to raise his kids. Funny, we never said that. We said to them to go home, play there, where it was safe. We have a lot of things kids can get hurt on here. Gopher holes, snake holes, slick rocks, jutting boards on the porch, etc., not good for kids. Plus, the noise they make is unbearable. Anyway you can kinda see why I mutter obscenities under my breath, to blow off steam, yet never have I said a cross word to parent or child.
After this, should they return, I will not remain nice.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Peace & Quiet
As most of you know, I have an ongoing struggle with insomnia. This is often aggravated by severe weather changes or noise. We moved out to the middle of the boonies for peace and quiet, the area where the elderly and quiet seekers retire to. After living far too close to a woman with kids who was often caught trespassing as well as peering through our windows, we got in to the habit of closing blinds, pulling curtains and basically securing our privacy.
That kind of behavior always pisses me off, while at the same time baffling me. I just don't get people like her.
Lately, however, I have a hard time sleeping due to noise. Lots of noise. Unnecessary noise.
There are some neighbors with kids, not bad people, just incapable of controlling their kids. While the occasional foray into the yard to retrieve a ball, or chase their dog is one thing, the day long camping out under my bedroom window and shrieking like banshees does no good for my health. Or my sleep.
Of these kids, one in particular really needs a muzzle. This litttle guy stands and screams bloody murder for no damn reason at all. He just likes to scream. The sound rips through my every nerve as my heart races and I fear the bloody stump of a severed appendage.
Last week he woke me SIX times as I tried to sleep. Then once I was unable to get back to sleep, the little shit ran back and forth across the porch, shrieking and thumping to the point we could not hear what we were trying to watch online. With my stress level hitting a hard 9 on a scale of 0 to 10, I asked Cain to tell this kid to go away. After he did so, the kid was back in less than fifteen minutes, at it again.
The family has said they try to keep the kids in their own yard, but the kids do not obey. We have a really good sized yard, it came with the house, y'know? We can't help it if other yards are smaller or larger. But some folks seem to think abusing it is A-Okay. Well, it isn't.
If the kids would not scream for no reason, and would stay off the porch it would not be so bad. I am not unreasonable. But I do not feel it is my responsibility to watch a slew of ill mannered, wild kids. They are not my children, nor are they my burden nor my joy.
A problem that I have run into over and over, is that people with kids (not all, just some) seem to feel it is up to the rest of us to expend our energies, money and time watching over their offspring. While I want to be neighborly, we did move out here for the QUIET. I do not need another stroke nor heart attack, especially when it could be entirely avoided.
I don't feel that it is asking too much for parents to PARENT. If you choose to have kids, then raise them already. Teach them, guide them and for God's sake do not be afraid to enforce your rules.
If you told your kid to stay out of the neighbor's yard and he refuses to obey, then sit his ass down for a time out.
If he screams after being told to stop it, sit his ass down and make him be quiet.
For those who are incapable of this, let me give you some tips. If it screams, squirt it in the face with a spray bottle (of course make sure it is clean and has had no chemicals in it EVER!) Kids get the message quickly.
If the situation involves tresspassing, sit them down and make them watch the other kids at play. Usually a 10 minute time out is enough. If he/she keeps trying to get up before the time out is up, sit them back down and restart the timer. If you are consistent and persistent, they will get it.
As I've said, I try to be reasonable. I try to be a good neighbor. But damn! This has become a daily infringement of noise and stress. If the weather hits 45 or more, this screaming child and half a dozen or more are screaming in our yard, raising seven shades of hell.
Like I've said, I have no problem with them fetching wayward toys or chasing their dog(s) back home. I get it, kids are kids. But this repetitious crowding really makes me feel stressed and put upon.
Some of it, I know, is because of the crazy assed peeping Tom lady who used to live out here. And the daft churchy folk who bang on the door and scream time to get on the Jesus trolley at 7 a.m. ! Ugh. Idiots. If I am not in your church, I do not wish to be in your church. No amount of telling me I am going to hell will change my mind. As a matter of fact, around these preachy harpy types I'm pretty sure hell is already here.
Anyway, I just want my quiet. I've tried numerous sleep aids, use ear plugs and white noise. I've tried everything reasonable, now I just want others to be a little respectful of the rest of us. Just because we don't have kids, or have already raised ours, does not mean we want to raise yours.
As it stands, if screamer boy doesn't shut up, I think I'll be buying his parents a gift: a ball gag. I know they aren't made for that purpose, but it is a step in the right direction.
Parents, muzzle your overly loud children, before your neighbors do.
By the way, it is impossible to write when this screaming is going on, or you are so sleep deprived you have seen only 10 hours in the past seven days!
That kind of behavior always pisses me off, while at the same time baffling me. I just don't get people like her.
Lately, however, I have a hard time sleeping due to noise. Lots of noise. Unnecessary noise.
There are some neighbors with kids, not bad people, just incapable of controlling their kids. While the occasional foray into the yard to retrieve a ball, or chase their dog is one thing, the day long camping out under my bedroom window and shrieking like banshees does no good for my health. Or my sleep.
Of these kids, one in particular really needs a muzzle. This litttle guy stands and screams bloody murder for no damn reason at all. He just likes to scream. The sound rips through my every nerve as my heart races and I fear the bloody stump of a severed appendage.
Last week he woke me SIX times as I tried to sleep. Then once I was unable to get back to sleep, the little shit ran back and forth across the porch, shrieking and thumping to the point we could not hear what we were trying to watch online. With my stress level hitting a hard 9 on a scale of 0 to 10, I asked Cain to tell this kid to go away. After he did so, the kid was back in less than fifteen minutes, at it again.
The family has said they try to keep the kids in their own yard, but the kids do not obey. We have a really good sized yard, it came with the house, y'know? We can't help it if other yards are smaller or larger. But some folks seem to think abusing it is A-Okay. Well, it isn't.
If the kids would not scream for no reason, and would stay off the porch it would not be so bad. I am not unreasonable. But I do not feel it is my responsibility to watch a slew of ill mannered, wild kids. They are not my children, nor are they my burden nor my joy.
A problem that I have run into over and over, is that people with kids (not all, just some) seem to feel it is up to the rest of us to expend our energies, money and time watching over their offspring. While I want to be neighborly, we did move out here for the QUIET. I do not need another stroke nor heart attack, especially when it could be entirely avoided.
I don't feel that it is asking too much for parents to PARENT. If you choose to have kids, then raise them already. Teach them, guide them and for God's sake do not be afraid to enforce your rules.
If you told your kid to stay out of the neighbor's yard and he refuses to obey, then sit his ass down for a time out.
If he screams after being told to stop it, sit his ass down and make him be quiet.
For those who are incapable of this, let me give you some tips. If it screams, squirt it in the face with a spray bottle (of course make sure it is clean and has had no chemicals in it EVER!) Kids get the message quickly.
If the situation involves tresspassing, sit them down and make them watch the other kids at play. Usually a 10 minute time out is enough. If he/she keeps trying to get up before the time out is up, sit them back down and restart the timer. If you are consistent and persistent, they will get it.
As I've said, I try to be reasonable. I try to be a good neighbor. But damn! This has become a daily infringement of noise and stress. If the weather hits 45 or more, this screaming child and half a dozen or more are screaming in our yard, raising seven shades of hell.
Like I've said, I have no problem with them fetching wayward toys or chasing their dog(s) back home. I get it, kids are kids. But this repetitious crowding really makes me feel stressed and put upon.
Some of it, I know, is because of the crazy assed peeping Tom lady who used to live out here. And the daft churchy folk who bang on the door and scream time to get on the Jesus trolley at 7 a.m. ! Ugh. Idiots. If I am not in your church, I do not wish to be in your church. No amount of telling me I am going to hell will change my mind. As a matter of fact, around these preachy harpy types I'm pretty sure hell is already here.
Anyway, I just want my quiet. I've tried numerous sleep aids, use ear plugs and white noise. I've tried everything reasonable, now I just want others to be a little respectful of the rest of us. Just because we don't have kids, or have already raised ours, does not mean we want to raise yours.
As it stands, if screamer boy doesn't shut up, I think I'll be buying his parents a gift: a ball gag. I know they aren't made for that purpose, but it is a step in the right direction.
Parents, muzzle your overly loud children, before your neighbors do.
By the way, it is impossible to write when this screaming is going on, or you are so sleep deprived you have seen only 10 hours in the past seven days!
Monday, February 10, 2014
Update
Well, I'm still alive and kicking, mostly. This past six to eight months have been a total trial of pain and survival.The rheumatoid arthritis flared up wickedly and attacked my lower back, where an old injury has made it susceptible to pain, jarring and sometimes it seems even breathing. Most of my time has been spent living in a hot bath to ease the agony.
In the midst of this, we lost three of our furry babies. The first was our beloved Dizzy. I wrote about that before and it hurts too much to go into again. Then a few months later, we lost our Biggy. I've mentioned Biggy before, and he is another rescue kitty that had a bad start and then years of love and safety with us. Losing those kids ripped out pieces of my heart that I can't get back. Despite their ages and their declining health, it still ripped us apart to see them go. Then a matter of weeks ago, our little Cosmo passed after a battle against poor health and seizures. He passed quietly in our arms, not scared, not in pain. He was only five years old.
These losses have hit us both so hard. We struggled and fought to keep these furry children healthy and safe, but there is only so much you can do to reverse or repair the effects of other people's destruction. Our efforts to rescue, protect and love provided these wonderful furry people with the best life we could, but it still feels as if we somehow failed.
I can honestly say that I also spent a lot of time extremely angry and hating those assholes that abused these kids and left them weakened and ill. I'm still fighting the rage and the urge to rip those lousy human beings apart for this.
However, I am trying to heal, to move on, and remember the beauty and the good. These kitties were a blessing and a joy to know. I know we'd both do the same thing again, to spare, preserve and love these kids who were dealt such a shitty hand in life.
Please, bear with as I put my thoughts in order and try to get back to work. Hopefully, I will have something more positive to talk about before long.
In the midst of this, we lost three of our furry babies. The first was our beloved Dizzy. I wrote about that before and it hurts too much to go into again. Then a few months later, we lost our Biggy. I've mentioned Biggy before, and he is another rescue kitty that had a bad start and then years of love and safety with us. Losing those kids ripped out pieces of my heart that I can't get back. Despite their ages and their declining health, it still ripped us apart to see them go. Then a matter of weeks ago, our little Cosmo passed after a battle against poor health and seizures. He passed quietly in our arms, not scared, not in pain. He was only five years old.
These losses have hit us both so hard. We struggled and fought to keep these furry children healthy and safe, but there is only so much you can do to reverse or repair the effects of other people's destruction. Our efforts to rescue, protect and love provided these wonderful furry people with the best life we could, but it still feels as if we somehow failed.
I can honestly say that I also spent a lot of time extremely angry and hating those assholes that abused these kids and left them weakened and ill. I'm still fighting the rage and the urge to rip those lousy human beings apart for this.
However, I am trying to heal, to move on, and remember the beauty and the good. These kitties were a blessing and a joy to know. I know we'd both do the same thing again, to spare, preserve and love these kids who were dealt such a shitty hand in life.
Please, bear with as I put my thoughts in order and try to get back to work. Hopefully, I will have something more positive to talk about before long.
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