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the very end of 2025…

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Not AI…but yes, photo shop

Well it’s New Year’s Eve. Tomorrow 2026 arrives. What will the new year bring I wonder?

Will it bring new online abuse from people who seem to think I am personally responsible for the information disseminated by local police departments or newspapers or TV news?

Yeah that was one of the recent things. I literally shared a police report. It was one of several. The attacks were astounding. It was a DUI.

They don’t complain to the local police department, but they all came at me.

I’m a monster, I’m evil, etc etc. I mean come on, did I personally cause the DUI?

I wasn’t posting it for entertainment. I shared it along with other incidents posted from West Whiteland Police Department that day and this was the ONLY post people attacked me over.

Why?

I hypothesize because they know her. Well maybe instead of making MORE people look at the DUI notice posted by West Whiteland PD and shared by not just me, maybe they should help their friend? You can’t ignore the issue. It’s awkward but ignoring is a form of enabling is it not?

I have run into this before. It was quite a while ago, the year three woman with their kids in the car were charged with DUIs after accidents. On the Main Line, in Lower Merion Township no less. One woman killed someone…with a child in the car. (One has repeated in 2025, incidentally, but not on the Main Line.)

Anyway, when I wrote about this mommy DUI thing back then I was attacked left and right. Even by one of their relatives. It didn’t seem to get through to them that I was not the only person talking about this and the innumerable media reports – these cases hit every regional and local paper and every TV station.

When I wrote about this topic years ago, I said that I feared an epidemic of these DUI mommies was brewing. I asked back then what has gone wrong and how do families not know if someone is having issues? Do that many people really in this day and age routinely drive around comfortably numb? And who exactly let them get behind the wheel of a car? But if we are honest, by varying degrees this is not a new issue. It’s just not one discussed in public as much as whispered down the lane.

Once again, I want to try to show these women compassion, including the recent one. But it happened. I personally did not cause it. I did not mock the woman. I shared something from the social media of a local police force. That’s all.

People were quick to point out that I wasn’t perfect and should not share such things that it was “inappropriate.” I never, ever have said or pretended to be perfect, but DUIs related to drugs and alcohol are something that can not only change lives but end them. Or irrevocably change them. And not just the people having the problem.

I lost a friend in my 20s to an overdose. I lost another friend in my 20s to a drunk driving accident that made her an instant quadriplegic with a traumatic brain injury that literally reduced her to about a 14 year old’s comprehension and also she remembered no friends she made as a young adult. I think about the quadriplegic friend a lot. She was a true bright light. She was remarkable and so bright and nice. A red headed Bette Davis. Her family made it hard for all of us to see her after a while, and she didn’t remember most of us. I don’t even know if she is still alive or where she and her family are.

The overdose friend? We were sad, but was it unexpected? Sadly no and people couldn’t believe how often he had cheated death in the past. I was his last call before he overdosed that fateful February day now decades ago. He had called my office about something so utterly nuts and I hung up on him. I was at work, had no choice and by that point his behavior had so been spiraling so much it was terrifying, and I don’t say that lightly. I had known him since I was 12. A mutual friend told me the news, and what he said very quietly to me was he was sad but also relieved.

I had another friend who was a friend for many years. But they couldn’t get past their DUIs and related things that after two stints I knew of being a guest of certain county establishments, I let go of a pretty long friendship. I couldn’t smile and be supportive of someone who didn’t seem to own what they did and it all started to feel disingenuous and enabling. That same feeling has kept me at arm’s length from another person, in my life essentially most of my life. So far they are working a program and I am proud of them, but I am waiting to see how long it lasts this time. I am not being cruel, I just can’t do it.

I understand people are human and mistakes happen. However, if you don’t like police departments posting DUIs as deterrents to others, talk to them, not me.

People it has been a year as a blogger. Early in 2025 someone literally gaslit me with lies and innuendos and someone else acted upon it. Yes really, the screenshots exist and were quite helpful when the phone harassment started. Calls were recorded and the caller was warned even with local police listening to two calls live. Caller didn’t care but the Chester County District Attorney did and it was legitimately enough to go to court.

The person who harassed me was in the end given a gift by my decision that the District Attorney’s Office, local police, and a judge agreed to. The 8 counts against them would have stuck on their own, but as we were building the case, I decided this person had been a fool, but their family should not be punished for their stupidly acting upon factually inaccurate gaslighting that resulted in my being threatened and harassed.

Appropriate punishment was meted out, and at the time the judge made the point of telling the defendant they were receiving a gift and that I had actually not done anything wrong and did they understand that. The judge also asked them WHY and they responded that they had seen something on Facebook that pissed them off, all the while admitting they did not know me at all nor I them. I will never forget the look on the judge’s face when that response was uttered. The person was told that they were to never bother me in the future, nor their friends or acquaintances, including the social media variety.

So in case any of you were wondering why I so defended my friend in a particular municipality who is being treated abysmally, this is why. I literally have lived this, so I know the difference of what is actually harassment and so on.

This year has been a theater of the absurd with people and their comments and even threats with so many on social media. Not just the political who-haa on both sides, but anything and everything. They want to tell you what they can and cannot say, but it’s not like they want to research things in their community or in their own small worlds. They just want unicorns farting rainbows or whatever their jam is. They don’t understand they can have their bubble, but their bubble is not necessarily anyone else’s world.

2025 has been the year of nasty. I firmly believe many are emulating what they see happening in Washington DC and on reality shows. I mean have you noticed how so many people can’t actually have conversations? I am not talking about on social media platforms, but IRL as they say, or in real life.

Speaking of IRL, during December I took photos of the exterior of Christmas festive homes in historic North Wayne. I also took photos of a historic home, once shabby but acceptable, now dangerously overgrown and so in need of love. I literally said the house could be fabulous. What happened next was less so.

Women who did not live in or near Wayne interpreted my photos as attacking the homeowner. I do not know the homeowner and was not speaking about them, just the unkempt appearance of a truly historic home in a historic district. I literally removed a few from my page. Then one charmer, who resides in West Goshen apparently, didn’t like that I had also shut down comments on the post. She had not been removed, but her comments made me decide I did not wish to babysit the post, so I restricted further comments. Well madam, decided to take the whole enchilada of her upset to her own timeline and tag me.

That was game over. I removed her. I just don’t want to deal with it. And when people just sort of attack you for no reason literally out of nowhere not knowing what you’re talking about you kind of reach a point where you’ve had enough. This woman who is a stranger to me doesn’t have to like me. She also doesn’t have to like what I write, but I don’t have to listen to it, so I chose not to.

That is an online lesson from 2025. I don’t have to take abuse. I have been doing this a long time. People don’t get that I don’t have to and often simply do not want to speak with them and that is ok. As a blogger and writer, I am not a de facto public figure. No matter what the great unwashed feel. And no, I do not consider myself better or anything else other than if I don’t wish to interact, I do not have to. They take it personally, it’s not. It just is.

So this post has been a ramble and the year a bit of a wild ride. Thank you to those who read, and to my armchair critics, simply put you do you and I will do me…just not together.

There have also been many bright private moments with total strangers saying thank you for helping them find something as little as an obituary of a friend of theirs. I don’t discount those people, but those are simple and kind moments between them and I.

A friend wrote on their socials this evening:

Life has taught me I am not always in control. Life is full of experiences, lessons, heartbreak, and pain. But, it has also shown me love, beauty, possibility, and new beginnings. Embrace it all. It makes us who we are, and after every storm comes a clear sky. Happy New Year!

Another friend wrote:

Let the instability of the year that was strengthen your dedication to what comes next

I don’t have anything particularly profound to add. I am grateful for my life here in Chester County and for my friends and family. That’s enough.

Have a safe New Year’s Eve. See y’all in 2026.

sometimes a christmas party can do good too!

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On a snowy afternoon, what’s a fun thing to do? Hmmm…maybe go to a Christmas party in an antique market of course!

You also need music …

And some nibbles….

And add some friends and #shoplocal !

We did this at Frazer Antique Market and it was magical. Most importantly besides friends coming together at Christmastime? Supporting a local business and vintage/antiques and crafts people.

It’s not about the influencers who want a ridiculous photo for their Instagram and Snapchat, this is about supporting our local businesses.

And no, I was not compensated for this post OR this event. We paid to host it.

This was our Christmas present to friends and loving what’s local.

Also many, many thanks to the acoustic duo The Dunns for the festive music to add to the atmosphere. You can hear them locally at places like VK Brewing and Myrtos as well as other local spots and places like Cape May in warmer weather months. And they are occasionally available for private events!

#shoplocal

life in the land of women: bonds

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Life in the land of women is one of my recurring writing themes. It’s not something that some of the chest puffing neanderthals and their flying monkeys who would love to tear me down for having an opinion or twenty would ever understand.

I think partially that is because they don’t have honest relationships with anyone. Generosity of spirit is not something that can be taught. It is inherent; you have it or you don’t.

Real friendships aren’t bought or bartered for. It’s not based on using people.

I have always said I don’t use the term blessed very often, but I am blessed in my friendships. I have my circle of female friends, but I don’t trust a lot of women. I can be somewhat jaded at times, and even somewhat cynical other times, even though they are not the same thing.

I think what I have seen in life might in some cases makes me believe in a better humanity, but on the other hand, it makes me less trusting. I hate to say that sometimes I am that person that wonders why do they want to get to know me? And I know on one hand that’s kind of horrible, but on the other hand, it’s self preservation.

When I first moved to Chester County to be with my now husband, there were a couple of women I met that I thought would be great friends until they weren’t. One I just didn’t have that much in common at the end of the day, although she is super nice. It’s still nice to occasionally bump into her.

Now the other one? She got to know me in order to get information about me to use to curry favor with others. That other woman was like the dog that who carried the proverbial bone 24/7. But she was one of those people that was also too friendly too fast, so I never truly let her in. This woman is and always will be a user. I wasn’t the first person she’s ever used and I certainly won’t be the last.

The second woman with whom I had the unpleasant experience is seemingly somewhat clueless about her behavior. I remember a year after I realized she wasn’t someone truly to be friends with, she called me out of the blue to see if I was driving a certain kind of car down the road because she passed me on the road. I mean, who does that? do you judge your friendships by the kind of car they drive? I mean don’t speak with her for ages and that is the superficial reason for contact?

And then there were those who were done with me when I moved from the Main Line. I left the mothership of pretense that the area had evolved into, which while it freed me to become a better, more comfortable version of myself, simultaneously made me less useful or even uncomfortable to my others. I can’t control their feelings, yet I still marvel at them.

So this week, I had the opportunity to catch up with two very long term friends. One recently became a widow and one lost her dad.

We’ve known each other since we were kids. Our parents were friends. I am now the only one with a surviving parent and that is such an odd feeling. However, every time I connect with either of these women, I realize how lucky I am. A lot of people don’t have these friendships.

And then today, I finally had time to catch up with another old friend who lives close by. We’ve literally known each other since like I was in eighth grade and she was in seventh grade. Or maybe it was she was in eighth grade and I was in ninth grade. I forget.

The thing about all three of these women I am thinking about is that we know each other so well that it is not only comfortable and trusting we can be completely ourselves. And that’s the thing today that is so different. You can’t just be completely yourself with anyone.

And I’m also really lucky with the friends that I have made since coming to Chester County who count as new friends. I do have to make that distinction because there are a lot of us who have been friends seemingly forever are former Main Liners who migrated west because it was just better as the faces of the Main Line changed and became Nouveaux Main Line.

People often don’t understand why you’re friends with someone because they’re pre-judging you before you even walk in the door. And people always prejudge me because they read what I write and either don’t understand it or sometimes don’t like it, so then it is like why would you want to know her? I do have to laugh at those people because the question they should be asking is why would I want to know them? And a lot of the time I don’t want to know them, and I think that bothers them more than if I wanted to know which is just the perversity of human nature.

Yesterday I spent time with two more of my female friends. One used to ride the bus with me is how far back we go. The other? It must be gosh 20 years since I first met her. These are the people who matter in our lives. Not the people who are fly by nights or even a season.

The people who matter are the ones who see us at our best and we are comfortable enough for them to see us not at our best. The people who matter are the ones whom accept us for who we are.

Everyone else? Extraneous bullsheit.

Happy Sunday.

good afternoon chester county!

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Hello Chester County! Welcome to the nastiest race in Chester County! The Honey Brook Thug Politics Cabal is in a FULL ON swivet because people like Valerie Shultz and they want better in local government than those people.

Sadly, every day these pathetic humans are harassing people including the executive branch of the Chesco GOP in West Chester, aren’t they?

I mean, I guess this is a step up and intimidation and harassment tactics from some rando truck following people around in Honey Brook Township on occasion, including somebody’s kids right? But how you know it’s Honeybrook there’s nothing to see here, right?

What’s next? Mythical complaints to voter services about campaign signs without a disclaimer or whatever? Note to cabal: buy better readers at The WalMart because they are there, however where bubba was a hoodie is concerned what is it with him referencing a benefactor on his signs yet say something like paid for by the candidate?

And is he taking down his own signs to say they are being stolen? Or is he placing them on private property where he doesn’t have explicit permission to post his lame signs?

Honey Brook, stop the badness and the madness with these people and #vote4val

My disclaimer: I’m exercising my first amendment rights. I am not part of any campaign. I do not donate financially to political campaigns and never have. I believe in paying it forward and that is what I am doing here.

Honey Brook deserves better than the thug politics cabal which also extends to the Twin Valley School Board. Vote for change; break the cabal with a #vote4val

another easy way to support farm boy bbq while penndot holds small businesses hostage in east whiteland.

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I make no secret of the fact that FarmBoy BBQ is one of my favorite local businesses or that I know the owner. I think they have the best barbecue around and their brisket is like a religious experience.

However, I wrote a post here in August about how difficult it is getting in there because of PennDot and their endless sink hole remediation project. The project has been forever and seems to be way behind schedule.

yo penndot, stop messing with our bbq and other businesses’ access.

Farm Boy is located at 625 N. Morehall Road (AKA Route 29) in Malvern.

But guess what I discovered completely by accident today? Farm Boy is on Instacart under the restaurant tab for our area!

So if you would like to help out this restaurant so that they survive PennDot hell part two (they already had to live through this sink hole remediation once with PennDot ), place an order on Instacart and Uber Eats if you don’t want to deal with the aggravation and delays created by PennDot!

Trust me, you’ll be glad you did. And if you’ve never tried Farm Boy, this is as good an excuse as any.

And if you have an extra few minutes, please contact our state Senator Katie Muth, and tell her that PennDot is strangling small businesses with their delays on Route 29.

may there be carriaging in heaven.

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My parents always had interesting people whom they knew. They were raising us during a time where it was all corporate America all the time in the Main Line/Philadelphia area, and I appreciated all those f the different kinds of interesting people they knew as opposed to just the stiff corporate types. And one of those people was Dr. Donald Rosato.

Well known in equine circles, he also was very much of a quiet philanthropist that you could always count on attending a nonprofit fundraiser and so on. He was a familiar face at Devon, Radner Hunt, Ludwig‘s Corner Horse Show and much more. I also always used to see him in more recent years at benefits for Natural Lands, for example. In more recent years, my mother and stepfather would run into he and Judy at benefits for the English Speaking Union. I think the last time I saw him anywhere was a couple of years ago.

Dr. Rosato was a very congenial man. I was to his home a few times over the course of my life, and one time in particular it was after we went carriaging with him when my sister and her husband were newlyweds. He had given my sister a carriaging day as a wedding present.

I will always remember that afternoon, Chester County was a lot less developed then. Halfway through that afternoon, we stopped down a dirt road or path to have a little picnic at this 18th century stone cottage that he owned that had been restored somewhat, but it did not have modern conveniences. It was frozen in time and it was simply beautiful. That was in the 1990s.

And a thing about Dr. Rosato were his wonderful dogs, as well as his amazingly beautiful horses. I also loved his beautiful restored farm house and his collection of carriages. The only other collection I ever remember that would have even rival his was the one from even further back in my childhood owned by Mr. Gwinn in Gladwyne. But Dr. Rosato’s horses were always better.

Dr. Rosato is someone I never saw without a smile on his face, and he had this remarkable ability to remember people, even if he hadn’t seen them in years. He was also very quietly kind to people who needed kindness.

I learned this morning from a friend the Dr. Rosato passed away a few days ago. He was 90 years old. He has survived by his lovely wife, Judy and his children from his first marriage. He’s also survived by all of the people in the equine circles in Chester County that he was very much a part of.

He was a familiar face on many of the back roads in Chester Springs and West Vincent in his carriages. He didn’t just drag them out for Devon or special occasions, he was a regular fixture on local roads.

The last time I was invited to go carriaging was in 2017. It was at that point in time that I realized how much the entire area had changed and how people did not know how to safely go around carriages on the road.

As a matter of fact, one of the things I remember from that day other than the sheer awesomeness of being in one of his carriages driving around Chester Springs, were a couple of extremely rude drivers in cars.

Of course what used to amuse me were all the people that thought they could just call him up and say take me for a carriage ride. You had to be invited, and it was special. And when you went for a ride with him, you also got a little history of the area. He would tell you about the farms, the area, and the houses.

Main Line Today wrote an article about him a few years ago:

The Rosatos and Their Vintage Carriages are a Story on Wheels

Here is a link to his obituary. There is no service planned at this time donations in his memory can go to the Kimberton Hunt and Ludwig’s Corner Horse Show Association .

https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/paoli-pa/donald-rosato-12531556

Thanks for the carriaging excursions, Dr. Rosato. Rest in peace.

Please note all of the photos used were taken by me personally.

pssst….frazer antiques is back (and down the road from original location!)

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So I got to do something totally FUN the other day and exciting for me. I got to preview Frazer Antiques new store in their new location further east from where they were on Route 30/Lancaster Avenue in Malvern/Frazer.

It’s a lot of familiar faces that we all love from the original store plus some new faces, some which are already familiar to me. It was just the most positive wonderful thing to see. For example, Daisy Cottage Antiques from Morgantown is coming!

I was very sad, as were so many, when we heard after decades in one location, they literally lost their lease and were getting the heave ho. Well everything happens for a reason and this is a much better space with wonderful flow.

They are loaded with all sorts of interesting things and I think the store is going to be fabulous and it’s a good location because the parking is much easier, among other things.

(If you need an artisanal chocolate gift that will knock your socks off, they will be carrying some of the Ben Wollenberg Chocolates from Canton, OH.)

The soft opening is Monday, September 8 as far as I know.

179 Lancaster Avenue is the address and down the same driveway as Tague Lumber and Malvern Collision.

I hope you love it as much as I do. #shoplocal #vintage #antiques #lovelocal

don’t be a pumpkin joy sucker.

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My photo Sugartown Strawberries 2024

Do you remember when we all used to love getting our very own pumpkins?

Do you remember going to farms and farm stands to get your pumpkins?

Do you remember pumpkin festivals?

Do you remember the simple joy in carving and decorating pumpkins with friends and family?

Yeah well, apparently wistfully remembering good pumpkin times makes us anachronisms.

Except I call bull twaddle on that.

There is more joy to be had in doing your own pumpkins than having a service vomit dozens on your porch, steps, stoop. You can even have BloomBox deliver pumpkins you choose if you are short on time, and then you can decorate. Or you can visit places like Sugartown Strawberries, King’s Pumpkin Farm and Corn Maze in Honey Brook, Smith’s Produce Farm in Glenmoore, Yeagers in Phoenixville, Wilcox Farms in Boyertown, or the East Goshen Pumpkin festival (just to name a handful of places.)

And let’s get real, how long does it take to place pumpkins yourself? The answer is it doesn’t. You can do it yourself, promise!!

But remember: to be trendy you are supposed to hire people to pumpkin. Personally, I will never be trendy and I am proud of it. I also skipped the beige beige world of interior decorating like I live in a Pottery Barn/ West Elm catalog too. (And I am damn proud if it too!)

And these people who have to be “professionally” pumpkined? Ha! How does your HOA feel at the end of pumpkin time when they need to be disposed of if you are a development dweller? And not all of these pumpkin vomiting on porch businesses offer removal, and if they do, yeah, that costs extra, doesn’t it?

Pumpkin placement services are joy suckers. And expensive. And everything these people do no matter where you live, all looks the same.

Do you really want to be Stepford about pumpkins too?

it’s stepford tribble…err pumpkin season

I wrote about this last year and am again this year. Don’t be a pumpkin joy sucker. Go forth and find your own pumpkins.

Live dangerously and remember how fun it used to be to do your own pumpkin styling.

villanova university was “swatted”, now what?

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And the headlines are pouring in. It’s official: Villanova University was “swatted.”

What does that mean? That means false reports were called in causing all of this activity. As per NBC 10 and 6 ABC the two channels I was watching, the call came into the 911 Call Center in Delaware County.

But what I am learning from people who live in close enough proximity to Villanova that they should’ve been the alerted the same time as the on campus population , yet they say that was not necessarily so?

I have spoken to some neighbors down there and I was told basically they found out after everyone else and they’re not happy. It’s not easy being a neighbor of that school. I don’t know how much of a delay there was, or if it’s more a misperception than fact, but it needs to be addressed publicly and rather soon.

Villanova has a security model where they have their own police force and there was quite the contretemps over that. I think it was about 2016. Police Superintendent at that point was Bill Colarulo and he didn’t think it was a good idea. And residents definitely weren’t happy.

I have linked three articles below.

Radnor residents, township officials discuss Villanova University’s plans to have armed police on campus
Panel discusses arming officers at Villanova University
Villanova University students have mixed opinions about armed officers on their campus

So back to today. Someone else told me :

Neighbors are not happy. Did not receive alerts. I heard the news from another friend.

Wonder if Stoneleigh was alerted and the houses on and off County Line Road?

So apparently, when I asked kind of how long it was, I was told:

After the fact and an hour late.

Ouch. Residents and taxpayers of Radnor also asking how much this cost Radnor Township today. I don’t know that they’ll ever get the true numbers but is it safe to say at least $50,000 if not more? I mean it was a massive response from multiple municipalities not just in Delaware County, but all over.

This is not Radnor’s fault this happened. But if it ends up, there was a delay between Villanova University, and any kind of notifications to the public, who obviously are close by, that’s a problem. People have already been concerned over the years of how Villanova has handled sexual assaults and other things, haven’t they? Please, by all means correct me if I’m wrong.

Right now all I have are questions, and so do neighbors closest to the school. Far too many people are being left with an uneasy feeling after this exercise today that wasn’t an exercise, or reality, it was in fact a hoax.

I’m hoping that Radnor, Villanova University, and the district attorney of Delaware County and other agencies will address this so if this is a misperception, it is cleared up immediately.

Now let’s talk about who did this. I think they will find whoever it is. It might take time because the call came into a call center. And once you sift through that information, law-enforcement will next have to go to phone providers and that requires paperwork and fees and like a subpoena or something. You see telecommunications companies tell you they cooperate with law-enforcement, but basically they cooperate for a price. I actually know this personally.

People think those calls are anonymous, but actually they aren’t. And people do get caught and charged. And when they get caught here, it won’t be some minor in fraction, I think something like this probably rises to the category of terroristic threats, or something.

I don’t know what the motivation would be for someone to do this other than to freak out and immediate community, a university campus, and tons of parents dropping their kids off for their first year of college. It’s not funny.

I think the police did an amazing job. I think Villanova got to stress test their plans, and that’s a hard situation. You have people getting these alerts on campus they’re outside for a mass for the beginning of school and then all of a sudden people are running and chairs are getting knocked over. People could’ve gotten hurt any single way you slice this.

And when I think of the people, I know personally, who did not find out at first who had kids stuck in businesses up close to campus on Route 30, and people who are just trying to come home and people who were home, wondering if they were safe is simply not acceptable.

Governor Josh Shapiro stated that this act of swatting Villanova University on move in day was a cruel hoax, and he reminded everyone that this is actually an illegal act. He has instructed the Pennsylvania State Police to help in whatever way they can to find whoever it is who did this. he and other today also reported that what happened today regardless of whether it was real or a hoax was every parent’s nightmare.

If there’s anyone out there who knows who might have done this, they really need to go to law-enforcement. And I can’t help but wonder if every parent who dropped a kid off at that school today is not having a second thought or two, along with every parent everywhere that’s doing the same thing right now.

life in the fast lane

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Oh hello dear readers! How are you today on this now cloudy slightly dampish Saturday?

Did you know that I live life in the fast lane?

It’s kind of a no, not really response, but I am once again, fascinated by people whom I choose to have nothing to do with being so fascinated with me.

First up this week was an important local meeting where I shared meeting information for residents who wanted to know the details of the meeting. So I provided the location, and the fact that they could access it on Zoom.

After I posted the comments started. Today when you give people the information they’re seeking and they say they couldn’t possibly make time for what they say is important to them. It’s their community, they expect change, yet they don’t want to participate where they live.

I literally said to one person that they could Zoom it, and I continued that you don’t have to have your camera on or your audio on. You can simply have the meeting on and the volume turned up so when it gets to the part that is of interest, you can come watch it. I literally do that a lot because no, we always don’t have time to go to meetings in person or sit and listen to an entire Zoom meeting. This person subsequently replied along the lines of wow what a privileged statement and how is that a privileged statement?

How is giving someone the meeting information they wanted and giving them their options a privileged statement? Or was it the fact that I said OK I was just providing the information, and said people make time for what’s important to them?

People in communities everywhere often demand to know what’s going on in their communities because heaven forbid they look at their municipal website. But when you give them the information they seek, they couldn’t possibly, they’re too busy, they have kids.

Again, my response is pretty simple. That’s their choice but people make time for what’s important to them.

Is this something I’m supposed to do for them? Or the ones who hold up the yellow flag for kids. Do they think they are the only people who have ever had children or worked while having children or had children and did other things?

Again, people make time for what’s important to them. And the ones who want everyone else to do everything for them, don’t like it when you point that out.

Next up was an unsolicited private message from a local politician, who also happens to be a lawyer.

Let’s begin it doesn’t take a genius to read an agenda. It’s pretty straightforward. These municipal agendas tell you what’s going on in a meeting and when they include a packet with documents that further explain what’s going on in a meeting it’s not so hard to interpret is it? I love it when you get the feels like but of course it’s not an intimidation message when you point out what’s happening at an upcoming meeting…. especially when said municipality has documents to back up exactly what is happening and they are all over their website if you know where to look so how does that work, please?

Then you have the social media circus that you have to wonder is this just being propped up by a particular gaslighting guru?

There’s also one person whom I don’t really talk about except once in a while to ask with genuine curiosity about the obsession with me and other local individuals.

When you encounter someone online, who seems dangerously obsessive, are you supposed to never ask questions about that?

I also can’t figure people out who who participate in the barrage of verbal diarrhea on social media who are mostly people that have been taken off of my blog’s Facebook page or something like that … all people I just simply choose not to be around even virtually on social media.

I really don’t get it.

And then there’s this whole thing about the fact that I am showing up on political platforms like I’m a candidate to defeat except I’m not running for office.

These extraordinarily damaged people literally sit on social media platforms and bash me and others like we are a Bravolebrity. Andy Cohen, where’s our bonus?

I did learn a new term today. Someone said I had TDS. I had no idea what that was so I looked it. it’s called Trump Derangement Syndrome. He’s kind of not my guy and I don’t actually talk about him a lot so doesn’t that actually apply to them because they love him so much?

And then there are the psycho assholes with casseroles types who say I’m an operative for the Democratic Party. What’s even funnier are the Democrats who say I am an operative for the Republicans.

These people? This is what they do all day, every day. And then they also send me private messages if I don’t respond to them on a particular social media platform.

These people have zero boundaries. I am not at their beck and call.

And at the end of the day I am still bemused by the fact that I’m still just one person so why are they so obsessed? And then you have these other people who totally rile these others up because they like to see me gaslit and disparaged. And they also actually like to see me threatened. And yes, law enforcement does keep an eye on this stuff in general, as in not for me, but because that is what they do.

I don’t actually know these people who have decided I am evil. I simply don’t want to interact with them. I’m just out here living my life yet they want to tell me and everyone else how we are supposed to live our lives. They want to tell us how we’re supposed to think and what we’re supposed to do. And if we don’t wish to interact with them? That’s simply not acceptable.

And then when they’re not getting enough attention, they will throw something out there like I’m talking about their families. If I am speaking about their families, it’s only in the context of a question as to who are they anyway?

People don’t have to like me and I don’t have to like them. But that doesn’t mean that they get to just sit and try to destroy everyone’s lives, including mine by claiming that’s what I’m doing. I believe the appropriate term is projection?

So here we are life in the fast lane.