KTE is stuck in a Consultant's Block, I need help!

Little by little, the tangle of plans to experience many countries fabric creating talents. We need different types of fabrics for the new sewers in the land. This has been my plan all along. But now I am stuck. 

The Pandemic of course was a superior reason I couldn't move ahead. But I could have been planning...frankly I was afraid none of us would see a future. However, during that time, I found a fantastic friend who belongs to all channels internet it seems. He is a kind man and head of a huge portion of docks in Georgia. He is my friend. He let me ask him about my plans to sail a "boat" to collect and deliver my fabric products....etc. He told his friends and I was then offered temporary warehouse spaces by my new friends at the docks at no charge. Imagine that! 

I was left a magnificent building in a magnificent placement by my father. He took me to the building and introduced me to the different areas throughout the building. There were other smaller buildings he took me to - "Yours', if you want 'em Kit, he said.". Of course I said I wanted them right away.

All four corners going around it by Interstate and/or highway, right there.....huge parking lot. Big for semi's and traffic coming from around the United States and people wanting to travel through St. Louis, MO or Chicago, IL.... I'm right in the middle. Springfield, IL. 

We will accept fabric books only, but will be represented by Country Name with signage inside a certain area rented by the countries offering new designs, fabric weight (very, very important) and colors (missing pastels it seems? ).

So, we will have semi's delivery and pick-ups of orders by online. I would suggest highly a trip from all directions by seamstresses looking at a world of talent, color and enjoyment. Cars, trains, buses will be able to ferry curious talented women and men to the center for fabric creations. 

Here is the bad horrible news. My sister would not give me the keys to my building! She sold it for taxes. I knew nothing about this. She is the evil sister, well there are more. I drove by it last week and it is empty....it is waiting I am sure. Here is the other horrible news: this evil sister and step brother walked off with their arrangement - one owned the parking lot and the other took possession of the keys of my building.  I just found all this out...I never dreamed they would take all the money, all the buildings, and I hope all the shame. I could go on about the millions that got disbursed.....my name was not there. I made his first successful company happen. Just him and me. I left after the first million was made. His pregnant girlfriend (my age) pranced in and took over with a big diamond ring. I left for my medical life. I was finally happy and free to learn what I, Kitty, loved. 17 years at an 800 bed hospital. I held many positions....no surgery though - not that I wasn't willing to give it a try! When I left the hospital I started my very own business, actually three of them. They ran during the 10 years of constant challenge and enjoyment. 

There is nothing like seeing your thoughts in motion.!k

To be continued..... (my building now sits empty!) Only a week ago, I drove to it and looked in every single window. Mine...I could rent it from the auction owners. The parking lot? I don't know about that and I am in the process of investigating. k

I have good friends in 5 countries....I have a view....Prince says there are fees for all trades arriving at their docs from my traders. I will be a Broker.

Merry Christmas to all of my New and Older Internet Friends, 2022

I have always had a journal. It has been my salvation:

"Christmas 10:45 p.m."

December 25th, 1993

 Dear God, 

Just a cover of satin white snow for a perfect effect on this, your special day. A bit of winter flu to remind me of my physical vulnerability. I missed all but your celebration. Happy Birthday...
Thank you for your love, your generosity, your precious gifts to me. How could I be so blessed? The Christmas decorations evoke barely a bit of spirit from me. Daisy's stocking will hang over our tree as a reminder of what loyalty is. She will have our hearts forever. 
Thank you again, for my peace and tranquility, my boys, my friends and yes, even my family. 

Love Kitty

I Survived the Biden-Harris Amazing Election

I have looked and found a million reasons not to write again, here in the "privacy" of my little corner of the World. It went for years without me understanding all the steps between clicking and understanding why. Yet, I am privileged to have found my way through most of my technical problems.I play a game called "Connect the Dots" at FB. Well now that I topped too many (5200), I tried to apply what I learned and what how it might help me putting all of my peripherals (SE30 Mac) that are still like new, I have all the cords - together in a box, at least 40!!! I wanted to use this as an excuse to not come back here quite yet. So I'm going to wing-it as they say, and just talk to you right now. I laid out all of my cords and they are still laid out the length of my living-room and kitchen. Today, I have all that I need. So far so good! Thank you Blogger, www.blogspot.com! 

 Projection: Joe Biden has slayed me with his strength at wisdom and application. This mess will be settled by his slow steady hand and mind. He has a solid Administration. We have knowledge and the willingness to share, learn, and teach. You know what they say - nice guys finish last? Biden will hold steady and keep his ships moving about the lands, we will trade. Our pride for his loyalty is here, the rest of Americans will begin to enjoy the Peace and the former acute problems will begin to be history/old news. My belief is that the former president will grow tired of no regular reality tv on a daily basis, and shift his attention and hate towards NYC-Cummo, CNN - , etal

December 1st, 2022

 

Now the Blog is working!

It took years but Blogger pulled through finding the paper bag I've had myself tangled in. It is my "Happy Place". Hopefully it is open to the public now!!

Honestly is there a safer place in the world to hang out to write? Since 2008 words and Google carried my thoughts until we both could figure out where Kitty Kelso was headed, (even then)?

To find this gem of a Google group stuck with this project for a very long time. Thanks to all of you guys and girls....we are here, again. Ready??

7:45 a.m. I am begging my own brain to not be shy. Commenting here or there across social media doesn't bring near the reality as this open window to my soul....but, hang on,

I saw a photo this morning that someone shared on Twitter. It was one of the most clear photos of Mars I have seen. The capture of the ground shot made me imagine it might be inhabitable in 1000 years or so. Elon is going to allow mud throwing and deception now on his new perch, Twitter, so we with a functioning brain, run. We are the people of truth in life, always. It worked much better for me ever since I could figure out the word, "no" didn't go far in my early family home.

So allow me to babble here and I organize my endeavors for this next decade. 

p.s I am totally dyslexic, ADHD, etc. 😏

Life's Work....

 I have been meaning to do this for years, but I was always working. I am going to list all the jobs/personal growth matters, and training that got me here today....just to name a few

1.     4, 5, 6, 7 yrs old Dance Lessons, nothing too fancy but my mom always clapped with other parents. (Validation of life officially begun? (Was it the tutu?).

2.    5 yrs-old I was chosen to be a flower girl in the St. Joseph's May Celebration. I felt pretty, I got a new turquoise dress. My mother and father sat at the card table with me for a second...they fought the entire time. I already had a very sick stomach because my dad didn't come home the night before. My May Celebration was ruined, I threw-up.

3.   10 yrs, I went door to door and sold color-made-to-order pot-holders, you know the ones. $0.5 cents each.

4.   12 y/o I was a brownie and a Girl Scout for several years...without which I would not know much about creating by sewing, experiments, hiking, camping for 2 wks - 2 summers.

5.    My mother joined me up/into the Junior Women's Club.....I golfed. The first three holes were hot and terrible. I got a 78 by 3 holes. I walked off and back to the closed shack. I wandered on to 3 steps to the square cement fenced bandstand to wait for my mother. I was pretending something silly like an old dance I suppose, and here came a dirty man...up the three steps to me. There was nobody else around. I didn't like the looks of him, he had a long coat on and it was really hot outside; I knew even at 8 years old to duck under the ropes that lined the cement square and I ran behind the shack where I hid and waited... No more golf for me. Both parents continued to play golf. Within 6  years, my dad lost our home to a gambling debt. There was a room in the basement of the big nice golf course, a big room with a bar. It was called the Men's Room. Tables everywhere, they were gambling for sure. Kids could go only to the entrance of this noisy but scary room. Dad always said yes for soda for my brother and me. We just hung out for about 5-6 hrs (empty except for bartender and the appropriately 50 men, in the Men'sRoom). The course let us roll golf balls around on the practice putting green in the front of the main building. This was a Church to Sunday routine.

Dad got his first, second or was it more?idea for making money. He moved out, I was 11. However, he controlled all angles of my household for my life thereafter. He dropped by some nights. It was awful. He was awful. He left 3 more baby girls for my mother to not raise. So I became their best chance. I was 6 for the first sister, 9 for the next, 12 for the last sweet blessing and responsibility. My only brother was 1 year older than myself. He did not help. My mother always drank too much. She didn't say much ever. I was lonesome so I began working as soon as I was able. 12. I worked for him, dad, holidays, etc, invoices, envelopes, filing, phone..etc. He left me there often by myself...he played golf at the country club 3-5 days a week. I also learned how to lock up and clean my home, and dads small office. 

(to be continued..often)

To sue or not to sue each other....politics GOP vs DEM

 There sure is a lot of time and money beings scattered throughout the lawyers associated with the amazement to keep the slinging going...it's a paycheck. Sadly this is the way politics work. The people on the fringes of the belongers, lobbyists? work harder to make the deal and urge politicians to sign off, again and again. We have learned so much. Much we shouldn't have learned, it is sad. 

I will pray they are not on the government paycheck....that's your money.

For heavens sake, do not bring that horrible family back for us to "admire". No, it's not going to happen no matter what side of government people what to hang onto, this is not acceptable. 

People are angry. It's about half and half...shockingly ...but, both sides are angry...they will fight in the streets and they will die. That is the scenario I walk away with. If you take a citizen's right to vote far away from him, this will make him/her travel as far as it takes. One mailbox, the line might have ppl for paperwork...then what? A few beers and here they come....

Yes, Hamdan is cute. 

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