WORLD CUP!!!!

Who watched the World Cup???!?! I was sort of disappointed that the Netherlands lost but overall they did a bang up job on those Spaniards. Did I tell you that my great grandfather was a Dutch, did you also know the Netherlands were third in the slave trade? Yes, my great grandfather was sailing those boats. He was the slave boss.

Anyways....it was a good game.

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The End of my Honor

It was a stormy night in Austrian May. Caught in the midst of the rain, I led my palomino stallion into the stable. There, the scent of hay overwhelmed my steed and he happily walked away from me. I stood, entranced by a different scent: the musk of our stableboy, Jean Claude. Embarassed by my attire, I shyly muttered a "hello" in his direction. Jean Claude, dressed in only dark brown trousers, came closer. I allowed my eyelids to flutter only slightly as I took in his figure. I had always admired from afar, and this truly was a treat for me. Jean Claude, 13 years my senior, was a beautiful man. He too, took me in. My brown hair, turned an afro of frizz by the humid storm, my gangly limbs that I had yet to grow in to, my roman nose. I knew tonight would be one to remember.

"You're wet", he observed. The blood rose to my cheeks that he would announce such a thing! Noticing my blush, he followed up with. "Well, it was raining". My face calmed, but my heart continued to quicken. His arms, tanned and brute from years of benchpressing mules rose to cover me. "I'll keep you warm", he whispered in my ear. And that he did.

When we awoke, the horse had had its fill of hay, and I had had my fill of Jean Claude. Completely figuratively, of course - I am no hussy. But that night, had been one full of wonder, intrigue, and new experiences. I returned to my home, luckily no one had even known I left. As I melted back into family life, my memories of that evening dimmed, though never left my side.

I never saw Jean Claude again.

Don't stop smiling!

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My Childhood

I remember back when my family moved to Austria, it was quite hard on my mother, after her youngest child died of colic and the oldest went off to college, she was a tired woman of 35 years old when I was seven. I was the third oldest of 10 children after the unfortunate death of little Freidrik. I enjoyed the company of one of my younger siblings, Meagan, who was only a year younger than me. She and I would play in the pond and catch frogs for mother who would cook their little frog legs for us to snack on. They were always a treat. I had a nice large yard to explore as a child, I was never bored, well except on rainy days, those were always a bore.

I would like to point out that I was not born in Austria, I was born in a small town in Vermont, my parents were big travelers and decided to move us three children at the time into Europe.

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A little bit about me!

My name is Glenda Rosdale, I have retired in a little cottage in a small windy town in Maine. I have traveled most of my adult life, that was my dream as a child living in Austria with my large family. My family was so large my birthday was often overlooked. But I had many pets to keep me company in the hustle and bustle of a hard working middle class household. My parents were very devote Catholics, we went to church every Sunday like every other family in our town. I am beginning to prematurely tell my tale before I am ready. So I will leave this blog as a cliff hanger as you would.

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