tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84600389005716941522024-03-08T06:41:32.666-05:00A Deaf Poet's Blog of Poems n Thoughts..."Let me be a little kinder, let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me." by Edgar A. GuestDeaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-60368721820919324582007-12-28T19:30:00.000-05:002007-12-28T19:36:36.566-05:00First Vlog - HumorClick on the link to see video...made this with the visual effect in my webcam, experimenting with it.<br /><br />www.mydeo.com/videorequest.asp?XID=7159&CID=153707Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-50816572804927067832007-09-11T09:32:00.001-04:002007-09-11T10:44:20.903-04:00"Go Play!"Some years ago, I wrote this poem as I like to write poems occasionally...and for me to share this with others, especially with the hearing world. "Why the hearing world?" you might ask...to help them be more aware and be more sensitive...to teach their children to be sensitive with their neighbors, relatives, classmates, etc, especially the little ones. Some are ignorant and didn't know any better, we, the Deaf people, need to share with them...to teach them to be more kinder to all humankind, no matter what disability any of us have. I do not consider my deafness a disability but a blessing in disguise, for I've learned and grown so much, kinder and more sensitive to other people's needs. I love the quietness as I know that there's so much noise in this world that some who hears wished they were deaf. Some of us who are deaf "hears" everything with our eyes, it's such a beauty to see with one's eyes and listen with our hearts. Here's the poem I wrote over 6 years ago. <br /><br /><div align="center">Go Play!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I was about 6 or 7 years old,</div><div align="center">Lived on top of the hill in Upper Saddle River,</div><div align="center">There was 4 of us children living in a big house,</div><div align="center">I was the youngest of us all at the time.</div><div align="center">My mother was busy, and didn't have time </div><div align="center">To deal with us children, staying in the house,</div><div align="center">So mom would tell us children to go outside,</div><div align="center">"Go play outside, Go...I'm busy!"</div><div align="center">My brother and sisters went outside,</div><div align="center">I went outside, thinking what I should do</div><div align="center">I thought about some kids down the hill</div><div align="center">About the same age as I, downhill I went.</div><div align="center">I had played with them before, </div><div align="center">as I ran down the hill, and saw my friends</div><div align="center">Playing on the road, hop scotching with a rock,</div><div align="center">I came closer and closer toward them.</div><div align="center">When they, the three girls, saw me coming down</div><div align="center">They looked at each other, mouths moving,</div><div align="center">Then suddenly, they took off running</div><div align="center">Running away from me...</div><div align="center">Toward one of the girls' house.</div><div align="center">I was almost at the bottom of the hill.</div><div align="center">When I saw them running fast, farther from me,</div><div align="center">I was shocked and hurt, not understanding</div><div align="center">Why they did this to me...What did I do wrong?</div><div align="center">We used to play often, but not that day,</div><div align="center">So, I ran after them, wanting to play with them.</div><div align="center">As I ran and ran, closer and closer toward them</div><div align="center">They kept running and running, toward one's home</div><div align="center">I saw the girls rushed into the house, and</div><div align="center">When I came upon the door...</div><div align="center">The door SLAMMED shut to my face.</div><div align="center">I stood there in shock and in disbelief,</div><div align="center">My heart started to cry, feeling hurt </div><div align="center">Tears welled up in my eyes.</div><div align="center">I thought, "What did I do wrong?"....</div><div align="center">All I wanted to do, was to play with them,</div><div align="center">So, I banged and banged on the door,</div><div align="center">Suddenly the door opened,</div><div align="center">A tall pretty blonde-haired woman stood there,</div><div align="center">Looking confused and asked me, "What's wrong",</div><div align="center">And looking sideway at the other girls inside,</div><div align="center">Then at me, she asked again, "What's wrong?"</div><div align="center">I looked at her, said haltingly, "I want to play with them"</div><div align="center">She looked at the girls, said something to them,</div><div align="center">Then opened the door wider </div><div align="center">And told me to come inside the house.</div><div align="center">We played a while, in silence....</div><div align="center">From this day forward, I never went back</div><div align="center">To play with them again,</div><div align="center">Because I felt rejected and unwanted</div><div align="center">And why was I rejected...I'll tell you why,</div><div align="center">It's because I couldn't hear and I talked funny.</div><div align="center">So, I implore you to please...</div><div align="center">Please teach your children to love everyone</div><div align="center">No matter who they are, what they look like</div><div align="center">So they will not hurt others like I and others were hurt.</div><div align="center">This memory is still delicately fresh in my mind</div><div align="center">And this has taught me to be sensitive to others.</div><div align="center">And my advise is, be kind to others, please.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By R. Weitze</div><div align="center">7-1-2001/revised 9-11-2007</div>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-89661022502277727342007-09-09T14:58:00.000-04:002007-09-09T15:54:48.916-04:00"Oh God!...."<span style="font-family:verdana;">Awwww, summer's over already, didn't feel like two months have come and gone...I was thinking..."Wow, already?!" I sure had a busy summer! I did a lot of scanning of old pictures to bring with me on my trip out west to do a slide show, of our older generation, with my relatives during a family reunion (my father's side, he has since deceased some years back). Some of whom I've not seen in over 35 and some over 40 years! Of course, it was great seeing them again...some were amazed how I've grown up and able to talk and can think like them. Yet at the same time, they didn't know how to communicate with me, except for "Good Morning...how are you..." Most of them are difficult to lipread...seems like, the older hearing people gets, the lip movement they make gets smaller, doesn't it? Or is that all in my head? Lol!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">While I was there I took lots of pictures of them as they were chit chatting with one another. Even my sister was there, but she was oblivious to me being there, engrossed with conversations with our relatives. That's the deaf world, ain't it? Happens often in many surroundings with hearing people around. In the back of my head, I had wished I had a deaf companion with me or even a group of deaf people, for me to communicate with. But I survived as I stayed positive for most of the days except for one instance which I experienced as some of you may have something similar to mine.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This one instance happened one morning, as we were eating breakfast in a breakfast room (we were in a condo style hotel). As I sat next to my sister who was talking to our 2nd cousin (m) ...I didn't ask what they were talking about....I just ate my bagel, tried to lipread and of course I couldn't follow one word (talked fast and small lip movements)....after about ten minutes, my 2nd cousin (m) got up to get more coffee and sat back down, he was talking to her...10 seconds later, they bursted out laughing....I looked at my sister and asked, "what's so funny?" She looked at me, made a depressing scowling face, and exclaimed, "OH GOD, that was TEN minutes ago!!" The food that went down my throat came back up, I was shocked...and felt insulted, almost choked on my food, tried to swallow it, said to her, "Oh, never mind....that's ok...". I got up, took a cup of coffee with me and went outside, to a bench around the building.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I was trying to drink my coffee, sip by sip, to get the food down. Tears began to fill up my eyes and started falling, slowly, down my cheeks. I just couldn't believe what had transpired. Oh before I left the room, when I got up, my 1st cousin (f), heard my sister and went over to her, and went "ohhhh" to my sister, as my sister started to cry, my cousin (f) put her arms around her. I do not know what my sister said to any of them, (there were about 7-8 of our relatives in the room). I felt kinda embarrassed and angry that they would feel sympathy for my sister. No one came to me, not one! Of course, they couldn't understand what I was feeling as they probably didn't know how to deal with me, a deaf woman.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I was a bit more calm, around ten minutes later, my sister came out, kinda like a shuffling walk, to where I was sitting, she said, "I'm sorry....I'm sorry....I didn't feel good....I took xanax last nite because I couldn't sleep and it's making me feel funny....I couldn't even remember my own name..." I looked at her, tears started to fill up my eyes again and I replied to her, "I wanted to share how I feel...I felt insulted what you said 'Oh God...that was ten min ago', when it was only 10 seconds before, not 10 minutes....I just wanted to know what was funny..." She said she's sorry about this. We let it go at that point...we sat opposite on the benches, saying nothing til other relatives came by and we left for downtown in Carmel. I could feel some of my relatives' eyes were on me, to see if I'm "altogether" or whatever they were thinking. I chose to ignore this feeling and just smiled...as it wasn't worth it to dwell on this...let it go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A few days later, as my cousin (f) and I were back in Oregon, from California. Somehow, we were talking about the deaf culture. Then I told her that many hearing people like her do not truly understand what we go through...she said she did, I told her, "No you don't....you felt bad for my sister...it was insulting what she told me..." as I repeated this incident. Then I told her, "I didn't complain when everyone was talking among themselves in our living room....it was as if I was invisible to everyone around, so I kept myself busy with taking pictures and cleaning up the kitchen....and then, very simply, that morning, I asked my sister what was funny....just 10 seconds before, not 10 min." </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Suddenly, she bursted into tears, apologized for crying, said she was sorry, choking back her tears then said she didn't realize what I was going through and that made her think of her relationship with her husband, who has since passed away of cancer. She remembered how she felt left out when she tried to communicate with her husband, at the time, who was in good health....she wanted to share her excitements, her thoughts and hear his as well...but it wasn't to be. She had wished it was a better relationship before he passed away, but he chose to be this way. Sad, ain't it? My cousin also confided that she had thought about getting everyone to go in a circle, in the living room, so I can read their lips but never did. I told her it wouldn't matter much because they will all be talking and I wouldn't be able to follow the conversations which is often the case.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some people will say: Well, that's life! But we are here on earth to learn, to teach and be taught on every level, become more wiser and be more sensitive, not desensitize.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That's my thought for the day...there's really nothing I can do about this....sometimes we're stuck and learn to live with it which it didn't have to be but it does. This made me think of a poem I've read so many times and can relate to her experience so well. It's called "What Is It Like to be Deaf?" by Dianne Kinnee (Switsra).</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">"What is it like to be deaf?"</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">People have asked me.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Deaf? Oh, hmm... how do I explain that?</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Simple: I can't hear.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">No, wait... it is much more than that.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is similar to a goldfish in a bowl,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always observing things going on.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">People talking at all times.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is like a man on his own island</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Among foreigners.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Isolation is no stranger to me.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Relatives say hi and bye</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">But I sit for 5 hours among them</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Taking great pleasure at amusing babies</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or being amused by TV.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Reading books, resting, helping out with food.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Natural curiosity perks up</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Upon seeing great laughter, crying, anger.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Inquiring only to meet with a "Never mind" or</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Oh, it's not important".</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Getting a summarized statement</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of the whole day.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm supposed to smile to show my happiness.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Little do they know how truly miserable I am.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">People are in control of language usage,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am at loss and really uncomfortable!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always feeling like an outsider</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Among the hearing people,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Even though it was not their intention.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always assuming that I am part of them</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">By my physical presence, not understanding</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">The importance of communication.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Facing the choice between Deaf Event weekend</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">or a family reunion.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Facing the choice between the family commitment</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">And Deaf friends.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I must make the choices constantly,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Any wonder why I choose Deaf friends???</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I get such great pleasure at the Deaf clubs,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Before I realize it, it is already 2:00 am,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Whereas I anxiously look at the clock</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Every few minutes at the Family Reunion.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">With Deaf people, I feel so normal,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our communication flows back and forth.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Catch up with little trivials, our daily life,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our frustration in the bigger world,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Seeking the mutual understanding,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Contented smiles and laughter are musical.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">So magical to me,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">So attuned to each other's feelings.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">True happiness is so important.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I feel more at home with Deaf people</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of various color, religion, short or tall.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Than I do among my own hearing relatives.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">And you wonder why?</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our language is common.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">We understand each other.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Being at loss of control</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of the environment that is communication,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">People panic and retreat to avoid</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Deaf people like the plague.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">But Deaf people are still human beings</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">With dreams, desires, and needs</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">To belong, just like everyone else.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"> --Dianne Kinnee (Switras)</span></em></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What's your thoughts on this? Want to share yours? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have a great day and keep on smiling, we're still alive and kicking butts here and there! :-) </span>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-30607958359471282992007-07-02T12:19:00.001-04:002007-07-02T12:56:05.381-04:00"No Signing Allowed!"<span style="color:#99ffff;">I was watching a vlog by ASLMUSIC </span><span style="color:#ffff99;">(</span><a href="http://aslmusic.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffff99;">http://aslmusic.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">), </span>brought back memories of my growing up life at a deaf residential school which was definitely worth my experience. I would not turn back the clock except for my sophomore year where I started mainstreaming. I do not know if that's what it's called "mainstreaming" because I was the only deaf student in a hearing school. I wrote my comment in ASLMUSIC's vlog...which I have shortened and edited on my post here. </span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">I wanted to share my experience...which I think you will enjoy reading. And do share some with me and others of your experiences.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">When my school got a new supertindent, they changed policy and forbade us to use ASL in our everyday lives (while we were at school) which was impossible anyway...thank goodness!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">One time, my math teacher was writing on the blackboard, I was talking to a student next to me, signing, of course...teacher came over to me and said sternly, "NO signing allowed!" I was like, <em>huh, I can't help it</em>...something to that effect.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Teacher went back to blackboard, writing, again, I turned to the same student and resumed signing to her...teacher came over to me, with a ruler and slapped my hand hard (didn't see her coming), I was so shocked and without thinking, I stood up and grabbed the ruler off her hand and slapped her hand back, with the ruler! She, in turn, was in shock, face reddened and threw me out of her classroom, straight to principal's office. All the students were open-mouthed, in shock...and of course, I was angry.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">But then later, I felt bad cuz the teacher was an elder, possibly around in her sixties. So while I waited in the principal's office as she wasn't there. When the Principal walked in and saw me sitting in a chair, she asked me why I was in her office. She groaned and rolled her eyes when I told her what had transpired in my math class. She sent me to another math class. I was allowed back in my first math class after a few weeks, behaved myself and dared not sign in front of her! What a memory and I chuckled every time I think about it. Wonder if that teacher laughed or still smitten? Oy vey!!</span>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-24150784370013594412007-06-26T20:28:00.000-04:002007-06-26T20:51:04.431-04:00Blinder to Faults of Others But Don't Turn a Deaf Ear....<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hi! I wanted to add some things after reading some posts earlier. It is true what Edgar A. Guest said: <em>Let me be a little kinder, and let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me.</em> Yet at the same time, we are here as a community, which means to HELP one another, to commune, to be there for one another...in harmony. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Lately, I'm seeing no harmony among some people...it's like a soap opera...it went overboard with vlogs...I'm imploring with some of you, to please let us help one another by being more kinder and be a bit more blinder to the faults of others. But on the other hand, we need to learn to accept words from others (and don't turn your deaf ear to some advises) and think of it as a way to help us improve ourselves...not to fight back with angry words...it doesn't help....it only makes the angry person feel worse....but if he/she opens his/her heart and see where they are at....they will come to a better understanding and there will be less anger inside their hearts. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">We, the Deaf people, are a small community and we definitely need to give each other support...by encouraging one another, in a positive way, giving some advises....some advises may hurt us...but it is for our own good. Sometimes we think that when people hurt us, we are doomed or a failure or what have you...but in reality, they are really helping us, they may not be thinking in this way, but we got to learn to think that way....they are, in a way, teaching us to see ourselves better. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Let us move on to give our community some support...in every which way we can....and let us be a bit more kinder. We need each other!! Peace be unto you all!</span>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-64332880936091413742007-06-25T22:22:00.000-04:002007-06-25T23:46:52.051-04:00Be A Little Kinder...and Blinder to Faults of Others<span style="color:#ccccff;">As seen above (under <u>Deaf Woman Ponders</u>), the quote "<em>Let me be a little kinder, let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me</em>." by Edgar A. Guest.<br />This quote had me thinking about a lot of things as there has been quite a few deaths this past month or so. Some have died unhappy and some have died peacefully. It saddens me when we find out the bad news of our dear friends (or our dear friends' friends) or families that have passed us on...some have gone on too young...some have left us too soon. But we remind ourselves that they are at peace. Yet, in the back of our heads, there's always some questions still lingering inside our minds and hearts....<br />I just learned today that my uncle Bill passed away almost a month ago and no one knew about it until yesterday. Of course it was a shock...he was buried like a pauper in a cemetary with others like him (he will be moved to another cemetary with his parents soon)...he was buried there because the coroner couldn't find Uncle Bill's next of kin...when the coroner should have contacted the landlord for info in their files, to contact one of Uncle Bill's kin.<br />He had lived alone, never married and wanted no company, was paranoid about everything... no social life, always stayed in his apartment, wouldn't answer doorbells/knockings...wears same clothes and shoes which had holes in them...he's not poor. Apparently he had called 911 when his urine was bloody which (my relatives and I believed that) he must've panicked...so while he was at the hospital, it appears that he didn't tell any doctors or nurses that he has a brother and a sister and many nieces and nephews that cared for him. He wanted to be alone or so it seems.<br />My uncle's death and others that have passed us on this past month is something we need to ponder and take hold of....be a little more kinder to others for we do not know when our time is up...to leave this earth forever....and for us to be more blinder to people's faults/mistakes and be there for them...if they will let us....even if they are unkind to us, we will let the unkindness slide by us...and for us to just move on and not dwell on what people said against us or behind our backs. Let it go....<br />Life is too short and we do not know when our time is up....let us live...laugh and love one another....judge not and we will not be judged. I wished for some people to stop backstabbing other people because of finding their faults...it's time to stop looking for faults and look at our own faults....So let us be a bit more kinder to others and overlooking people's faults...it will be much easier on our lives. Have a good dayor evening....give a smile to those who frown....</span>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460038900571694152.post-78979753054463510782007-05-21T03:41:00.000-04:002007-06-25T23:40:44.149-04:00My First Blog/Vlog<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Here I am...new and unsure how to start...so bear with me, smiles.<br /><br />I will share some thoughts from time to time on my post, either a blog or a vlog. As of now, I am just beginning to learn more about blogging/vlogging, I will make a vlog, hopefully soon. Come back again...in about 10 years...haha, just kidding! Thanks for stopping by!</span><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></span>Deaf Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02962266837331555735noreply@blogger.com3