Participate! Be clever!
1. FIRST & 2. SECOND NAMES -Mi Maw
3. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? - After my brothers and sisters. I'm the youngest so obviously I was named after they were.
4. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? - While reading Jurgen Nation last week.
5. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? - I much prefer my typing. It's quicker and easier to read.
6. WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? - Roast Beef
7. KIDS- Yes, 3 ... one of each.
8. WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? - Yes, I am my own best friend.
9. DO YOU HAVE AN ONLINE JOURNAL? -Well, ya-ah!
10. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?- Define "A LOT"...
11. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? -The doctor asked me if I wanted to take them home but I said, "Ewww, no thanks! Maybe next time."
12. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?-I have used a bungee and I have jumped, but never, ever would I do them together!
13. FAVORITE CEREAL? Honey Nut Cheerios
14. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Not if I can help it.
15. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? -Does smell count?
16. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? -Anything chocolate with chunks of chocolate in it.
17. SHOE SIZE? - Depends on the shoe, the day and how much water I am retaining.
18. RED OR PINK? -Red or pink what? That could make a big difference on how I choose.
19. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? -My overabundance of calories that have transformed themselves into pounds of FAT!
20. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? -My Mother, she passed away in 1988.
21. WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE -Leaving the toilet seat UP!
22. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES YOU ARE WEARING? -White shorts and barefoot.
23. LAST THING YOU ATE? -Grape cherry tomatoes from my garden.
24. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? -The sounds of silence broken by the clicking of keys as I type.
25. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? -Vermillion
26. FAVORITE SMELL? -A freshly powdered newborn baby.
27. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? -The stupid office manager where we buy our propane.
28. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO?-Mouth to see if they are smiling.
29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK? -Fridays. Need I say more?
30. FAVORITE DRINK?- Coffee with cream, coffee frappuchino, Margarita, Banana Colada Fuze (half frozen to a slushy consistency).
31.. FAVORITE SPORT? -Crochet. What? It isn't a sport? Okay, bowling.
32. HAIR COLOR?- Reddish blonde with LOTS of white highlights.
33. EYE COLOR? -Brown
34. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? -No, I like my glasses 'cause I can take them off easier.
35. FAVORITE FOOD? -Rare steak, smashed redskins and fresh asparagus.
36. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? -Scary movies with happy endings or a happy movie with a scary ending.
37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? -Dark green
38. FAVORITE DESSERT? -Anything sinfully chocolate. Oreo cheesecake!
40. WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? -Death of someone I love.
41. IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT WOULD YOU BE? -A Sloth...wait...I am a sloth!
42. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? -Nora Roberts - Northern Lights
43. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? -duh? My mouse or mini rat as I call it.
43. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? -Reruns
44. FAVORITE SOUNDS? -Slot machines at the casino ca-chinging.
45. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? -The Beatles, of course.
46. THE FURTHEST YOU BEEN FROM HOME? -Not sure which is the furthest Cayman Islands, Jamaica, Mexico? One of those or should say, all of those?
49. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT ? - The ones I can talk about are: crafts, crochet, knitting, cooking and gardening.
50. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? -On my birthday (how convenient!) and in a hospital, although my mother was always asking me, "Were you born in a barn?" I personally, think she should have known the answer to that... she was there I assume.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Just Call Me Yenta*
*Fiddler on the Roof's Matchmaker
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.
Find me a find, catch me a catch.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
And make me a perfect match.
*************
Yenta's response:
Did you think you'd get a prince?
Well I do the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background,
Be glad you got a man!
I would make a great Matchmaker! Well, maybe not. My recent attempt at matchmaking didn't go so well. See Jaek's Post-Mind Meld. But it isn't my fault. How was I to know she liked older men? Hmmm... she never did say HOW OLD? I went that route a couple times. Interesting stories could be told about them.
I know what makes a good marriage and what makes a bad marriage. I've had both. Not in that order, switch them around! Although it wasn't a bad marriage, it just wasn't a very good one. The best thing about the first marriage is my two kids! The worst, well---- can't say, enough said.
This marriage is good. Twenty-two years good. I know what makes a marriage good. Trust, communication and teamwork. Of course, being friends helps a lot, too. My Polish Prince can be a real asshole at times, but then I can be a real Bitch, too. We have had our ups and downs, a rollercoaster ride at times, but oh, what a thrilling ride it's been!
The TCT is the most important. You can't base a relationship on looks. Looks change. Oh, gawd how do looks change! Asshole moment: while looking at a picture of me when I was younger and a whole lot thinner, he says, "Oh, this was when you were young and pretty." Ouch! I know he doesn't say it to be mean, he just said it without thinking! You can't base a relationship on sex. That changes, too. My ex Father-in-law said it best, "What we use to do all night, now takes us all night to do". And that ain't a bad thing!
The most important thing is LOVE. But that's one thing which just happens or it doesn't happen. You can't make it happen. Why people love who they do, is a mystery to me. My Mother always said, "Love goes where it will, even if it's up a hog's ass!" She spoke from experience. Love doesn't always mean you like the person. My Mother knew that from experience. She also knew there is a fine line between love and hate and after 42 years of marriage, that line was crossed. I don't know if she actually hated my Father, but she certainly didn't love him or like him!
Trust is the most important. Not just trust as in fidelity, but trust that the other person always has your best interests at heart. Trust that no matter what you do, the other person will always love you.
Communication is so important. "I'm not a damn mind-reader! Talk to me!", was heard frequently in the early days. Now he'd rather I keep my opinions to myself (just kidding).
Teamwork doesn't mean always do everything together. Or even agreeing with each other 100 per cent of the time. It means working together to make the best of your relationship. It also covers... I won't ask him to do the laundry if he doesn't ask me to mow the lawn, but I'll hold the board while he nails it.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, plan me no plans.
I'm in no rush. maybe I've learned
Playing with matches a girl can get burned.
So bring me no ring, groom me no groom,
Find me no find, catch me no catch.
Unless he's a matchless match!
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.
Find me a find, catch me a catch.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
And make me a perfect match.
*************
Yenta's response:
Did you think you'd get a prince?
Well I do the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background,
Be glad you got a man!
I would make a great Matchmaker! Well, maybe not. My recent attempt at matchmaking didn't go so well. See Jaek's Post-Mind Meld. But it isn't my fault. How was I to know she liked older men? Hmmm... she never did say HOW OLD? I went that route a couple times. Interesting stories could be told about them.
I know what makes a good marriage and what makes a bad marriage. I've had both. Not in that order, switch them around! Although it wasn't a bad marriage, it just wasn't a very good one. The best thing about the first marriage is my two kids! The worst, well---- can't say, enough said.
This marriage is good. Twenty-two years good. I know what makes a marriage good. Trust, communication and teamwork. Of course, being friends helps a lot, too. My Polish Prince can be a real asshole at times, but then I can be a real Bitch, too. We have had our ups and downs, a rollercoaster ride at times, but oh, what a thrilling ride it's been!
The TCT is the most important. You can't base a relationship on looks. Looks change. Oh, gawd how do looks change! Asshole moment: while looking at a picture of me when I was younger and a whole lot thinner, he says, "Oh, this was when you were young and pretty." Ouch! I know he doesn't say it to be mean, he just said it without thinking! You can't base a relationship on sex. That changes, too. My ex Father-in-law said it best, "What we use to do all night, now takes us all night to do". And that ain't a bad thing!
The most important thing is LOVE. But that's one thing which just happens or it doesn't happen. You can't make it happen. Why people love who they do, is a mystery to me. My Mother always said, "Love goes where it will, even if it's up a hog's ass!" She spoke from experience. Love doesn't always mean you like the person. My Mother knew that from experience. She also knew there is a fine line between love and hate and after 42 years of marriage, that line was crossed. I don't know if she actually hated my Father, but she certainly didn't love him or like him!
Trust is the most important. Not just trust as in fidelity, but trust that the other person always has your best interests at heart. Trust that no matter what you do, the other person will always love you.
Communication is so important. "I'm not a damn mind-reader! Talk to me!", was heard frequently in the early days. Now he'd rather I keep my opinions to myself (just kidding).
Teamwork doesn't mean always do everything together. Or even agreeing with each other 100 per cent of the time. It means working together to make the best of your relationship. It also covers... I won't ask him to do the laundry if he doesn't ask me to mow the lawn, but I'll hold the board while he nails it.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, plan me no plans.
I'm in no rush. maybe I've learned
Playing with matches a girl can get burned.
So bring me no ring, groom me no groom,
Find me no find, catch me no catch.
Unless he's a matchless match!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Remembering...
I have read many posts regarding September 11, 2001. They touched my heart. I have nothing to offer that has not already been said and so much more eloquently than I ever could. I will offer my tribute with a moment of silence.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
This, That and the Other Thing
I have come to the conclusion that I must be writing the way I did for my English classes. I need to throw linguistics out the window and start writing the way I talk. The Naughty Monkey referred to me as 'refined'. Whether it was a compliment, insult or an ambiguous comment, I'm not sure. Red and Stacy (Jurgen Nation) found out I am Jaek's (Mineral King) mother and were afraid they might have said something to offend me.
Hah! Jaek said on the comments of The Naughty Monkey post Title Free... "Refined tastes" indeed! MiMaw is me mother, and I can tell you that her tastes are raw, rather than refined, though I believe you intended that to be complimentary. Just like sugar can be raw or refined, both of which are sweet and good with coffee, so is my mother, the now-referencable MiMaw. She can be sweet, and she is good with coffee. He does know his Momma!
I would offend quicker with my warped sense of humor than be offended by someone else's. I must admit the liberal use of the *F* word is something I am trying to get use to. I think to myself, "Do they actually use this word that often when they talk?" I hope not, but that is my personal opinion. I don't say it and I don't write it. I don't allow my kids to say it around me. My Sister, her daughters (they are in their 30's) and their kids use it... frequently, but not around me. Most of my family know I don't like the word and I am happy to say they respect me enough not to use it (although they slip once in awhile). Boy, that sounds so sanctimonious! Don't think I mean all the blogs I read are disrespectful. I mean, because I asked them not to use it around me, they have enough respect for me heed my request. If they didn't respect me or care about me... they would say "*F* no!" It is easier to skip over it while reading than to shut my ears when I hear it. It was funny when Baby Son suggested to Only Daughter that I might not have such a problem with the *F* word if I heard it more often. Only Daughter said, "Uh, okay. You do it and I'll wait to see how she reacts." Let's just say... I have yet to hear them say it even once!
I usually replace that word with another word... like "fudge" (there's nothing like homemade fudge!) Or stealing from the Sci-Fi shows... "frell" or "frak". I'll even use friggin' and freakin'. Then I get told, "What's the difference if you mean the same thing?" This is where my weird sense of perception comes in... I just don't like the sound of the word. It is so harsh sounding, cruel and cold. It hurts my ears...even if I read it to myself. I do like the initials WTF. I would like to use them but if I write them I would be saying, "What The Fudge" or "What The Frell" but you would be reading, "What The *F*". So in essence, it would be as if I was saying it and it would be going against my own principles. Well, not really principles...but let's say this, two of my children (and my future daughter in law {heh heh} she knows who she is) read my blog and I wouldn't want them to read it as if I was saying it. I would never live that one down! I guess I'll just have work it out as I go along.
Changing subjects: Stinkypaw had a post talking about Cyber-Friends. One of the most amazing things I have noticed among the Neighborhood and surrounding areas is the friendships which are being formed. Sure, some were already in existence. Those are awesome in themselves, but the ones that are forming through the blogs... is... is beyond awesome! Sorry, I it is the only word that came to mind. She mentioned thinking about a blogger while she was shopping. How many think of the other bloggers during the day? I must admit I do. If one is having a bad time... I wonder how she's doing. If one has something coming up... I wonder how it went. Just like I do with my 'real world' friends.
One interesting thing I have noted, there isn't much of a generation gap. There is one, but it is bridged through the blogs. Music, television, movies, lifestyles.... so different, but it is overlooked or by-passed or applauded in the blogs and comments. I guess you can't attribute it to the generation gap exclusively. Just plain ol' differences in people. So, you choose your cyber-friends or fellow bloggers (whichever you choose to call them) but would you be friends with them in the 'real world'? As I said, watching friendships (and even romance... Darren and Nabbalicious) develop is awesome (there I go again). It is mind-boggling that people from all over the world, from all walks of life converge in Blogsville and are 'friends'. Is it because we can't see them face to face so we're not prejudiced and more willing to accept them? Hmmm... something to think about.
Hah! Jaek said on the comments of The Naughty Monkey post Title Free... "Refined tastes" indeed! MiMaw is me mother, and I can tell you that her tastes are raw, rather than refined, though I believe you intended that to be complimentary. Just like sugar can be raw or refined, both of which are sweet and good with coffee, so is my mother, the now-referencable MiMaw. She can be sweet, and she is good with coffee. He does know his Momma!
I would offend quicker with my warped sense of humor than be offended by someone else's. I must admit the liberal use of the *F* word is something I am trying to get use to. I think to myself, "Do they actually use this word that often when they talk?" I hope not, but that is my personal opinion. I don't say it and I don't write it. I don't allow my kids to say it around me. My Sister, her daughters (they are in their 30's) and their kids use it... frequently, but not around me. Most of my family know I don't like the word and I am happy to say they respect me enough not to use it (although they slip once in awhile). Boy, that sounds so sanctimonious! Don't think I mean all the blogs I read are disrespectful. I mean, because I asked them not to use it around me, they have enough respect for me heed my request. If they didn't respect me or care about me... they would say "*F* no!" It is easier to skip over it while reading than to shut my ears when I hear it. It was funny when Baby Son suggested to Only Daughter that I might not have such a problem with the *F* word if I heard it more often. Only Daughter said, "Uh, okay. You do it and I'll wait to see how she reacts." Let's just say... I have yet to hear them say it even once!
I usually replace that word with another word... like "fudge" (there's nothing like homemade fudge!) Or stealing from the Sci-Fi shows... "frell" or "frak". I'll even use friggin' and freakin'. Then I get told, "What's the difference if you mean the same thing?" This is where my weird sense of perception comes in... I just don't like the sound of the word. It is so harsh sounding, cruel and cold. It hurts my ears...even if I read it to myself. I do like the initials WTF. I would like to use them but if I write them I would be saying, "What The Fudge" or "What The Frell" but you would be reading, "What The *F*". So in essence, it would be as if I was saying it and it would be going against my own principles. Well, not really principles...but let's say this, two of my children (and my future daughter in law {heh heh} she knows who she is) read my blog and I wouldn't want them to read it as if I was saying it. I would never live that one down! I guess I'll just have work it out as I go along.
Changing subjects: Stinkypaw had a post talking about Cyber-Friends. One of the most amazing things I have noticed among the Neighborhood and surrounding areas is the friendships which are being formed. Sure, some were already in existence. Those are awesome in themselves, but the ones that are forming through the blogs... is... is beyond awesome! Sorry, I it is the only word that came to mind. She mentioned thinking about a blogger while she was shopping. How many think of the other bloggers during the day? I must admit I do. If one is having a bad time... I wonder how she's doing. If one has something coming up... I wonder how it went. Just like I do with my 'real world' friends.
One interesting thing I have noted, there isn't much of a generation gap. There is one, but it is bridged through the blogs. Music, television, movies, lifestyles.... so different, but it is overlooked or by-passed or applauded in the blogs and comments. I guess you can't attribute it to the generation gap exclusively. Just plain ol' differences in people. So, you choose your cyber-friends or fellow bloggers (whichever you choose to call them) but would you be friends with them in the 'real world'? As I said, watching friendships (and even romance... Darren and Nabbalicious) develop is awesome (there I go again). It is mind-boggling that people from all over the world, from all walks of life converge in Blogsville and are 'friends'. Is it because we can't see them face to face so we're not prejudiced and more willing to accept them? Hmmm... something to think about.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
....Jungle Out There... Part Deux
To continue what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted!!
The couple we went with are DINKs (Double Income No Kids) so they were not so enamoured by the Little People as I was. Or the Children's Petting Zoo with this cute little Pygmy goat...isn't he sweet?
Which to me explains why the woman hated the Monkies! Aww c'mon! How can anyone NOT like the Monkies. They are so fun to watch! And oh, so revealing as this picture shows:
There were a lot of peacocks in the park. Even an all white one. This is the only Peacock who posed so pretty for me. It would have been nice if he would have fanned his feathers, but he said "No thanks, this will have to do".
So all in all, it was a good day.
It's a Jungle Out There
Labor Day weekend was pretty darn good. The Polish Prince took me shopping and to the Outback for dinner with no comment on how much money I spent shopping or he spent on dinner!
Monday we went to Binder Zoo with some friends. It isn't a very big or animal populated zoo and not top on my list of favorite zoos, but it was nice. It was Labor Day, a holiday AND the day before all the Little People go back to school so parents from miles around decided to treat their Little People to a day at the zoo! Honestly, I didn't mind them. Animals in the cage and animals running around outside the cage... what's the dif? It was crowded but I got a kick out of watching the Little People and their reactions to some of the animals. Especially the giraffes. There is a 'feeding' spot where the girafee come up and people can feed them (you can purchase the food behind you for a nominal fee). I didn't feed them because I was having too much fun photographing them and watching the kids. Like this one:
Monday we went to Binder Zoo with some friends. It isn't a very big or animal populated zoo and not top on my list of favorite zoos, but it was nice. It was Labor Day, a holiday AND the day before all the Little People go back to school so parents from miles around decided to treat their Little People to a day at the zoo! Honestly, I didn't mind them. Animals in the cage and animals running around outside the cage... what's the dif? It was crowded but I got a kick out of watching the Little People and their reactions to some of the animals. Especially the giraffes. There is a 'feeding' spot where the girafee come up and people can feed them (you can purchase the food behind you for a nominal fee). I didn't feed them because I was having too much fun photographing them and watching the kids. Like this one:
It was awesome to get so close to the giraffes. Did you know they have the same number of vertabrae in their neck as we do? The Ranger asked the question and guess who got it right? Moi!
Blogger and I are having a discussion right now. I want to add more pictures to this post and it doesn't want me to. Guess who won? Soooo this post will be continued.... in Part Deux.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
First Day of School
Yesterday was my grandson's first day of school AND his 6th birthday. I called to wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY and to see how his day in First Grade turned out. He didn't have a whole lot to say. He isn't much of a phone person, I guess. He is SO not like his father in that respect!!
Today, I stepped back in time when the phone rang shortly after 8:00 pm and the Mineral King (aka Jaek... my Firstborn) called to tell me how HIS first day of school was. Yes, it brought back memories as I listened to his excited chatter about school. It thrilled me that he wanted to share his day with me. Makes a Momma proud!
I am so happy for him. He has the opportunity to do something he has wanted to do for a long time. Going back to college with a wife and two small children isn't going to be easy, but he will handle it and do great! He is a very intelligent, hard-working individual who has goals and has been given the chance to meet those goals. He will do it with Flying Aces!
I wanted to make this tomorrow's post but decided put it in tonight because my post about the holiday weekend is sitting in 'Drafts' ...why? BECAUSE I CAN'T UPLOAD MY PHOTOS!!!! Even so, this was a good one to post 'cause I am a PROUD MAMA!
Today, I stepped back in time when the phone rang shortly after 8:00 pm and the Mineral King (aka Jaek... my Firstborn) called to tell me how HIS first day of school was. Yes, it brought back memories as I listened to his excited chatter about school. It thrilled me that he wanted to share his day with me. Makes a Momma proud!
I am so happy for him. He has the opportunity to do something he has wanted to do for a long time. Going back to college with a wife and two small children isn't going to be easy, but he will handle it and do great! He is a very intelligent, hard-working individual who has goals and has been given the chance to meet those goals. He will do it with Flying Aces!
I wanted to make this tomorrow's post but decided put it in tonight because my post about the holiday weekend is sitting in 'Drafts' ...why? BECAUSE I CAN'T UPLOAD MY PHOTOS!!!! Even so, this was a good one to post 'cause I am a PROUD MAMA!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Took a walk around the Neighborhood and surrounding blog areas. I realize it is September 1st. And a gray cool day. And Labor Day is Monday. And school starts soon. But can you really say it is FALL? According to the calendar the Autumnal Equinox doesn't begin until Saturday, September 23 at 4:03 U.T. (whatever u.t. stands for... universal time?). It's the end of summer, almost Fall but not quite yet time which has me feeling so... so... discombobulated (or discombooberated).
Have you ever had the feeling that something is going to happen? Don't know what. Don't know if it is good or bad. But something is there, waiting to happen ... to me, for me, around me. It's looming there, hovering over me. I have a million things I could be doing, should be doing, but the motivation just ain't there. The foreboding is hovering over me, playing with my mind and emotions.
Feeling oppressed, suppressed and depressed. And at the same time, feeling flighty, mighty and tighty-whitey (sorry... I needed a third rhyme and that's the best I could come up with). It's like being wrapped up in Saran Wrap and fighting to get yourself out. Not that I would know what that's like. I have a vivid imagination, so you use yours. Anyway, the feeling of frustration and helplessness while struggling to get out is replaced by the exhiliration of the fight and the venting of emotions. That's what I'm talking about. Or is it?
Could it be a form of intuition (I'll refrain from calling it 'women's intuition' because my boys have it, too)? Is it a an omen, a portent or a harbinger of something good? Something bad? Or is it just a sign of idontfeellikedoingadamnthing and thisisasgoodanexcuseasicancomeupwith?
It is probably because there are things that should be happening (selling the house and moving) and they aren't happening and I can't do a damn thing about it! Some things are just out of our hands, but I don't like it. I hate the feeling of not being in control. If something isn't going right one way, I find another way to make it right but at this moment in time... I am at a loss as how to make it right. So I guess I'll just take another walk through the Neighborhood and experience life vicariously through the eyes of others.
Have you ever had the feeling that something is going to happen? Don't know what. Don't know if it is good or bad. But something is there, waiting to happen ... to me, for me, around me. It's looming there, hovering over me. I have a million things I could be doing, should be doing, but the motivation just ain't there. The foreboding is hovering over me, playing with my mind and emotions.
Feeling oppressed, suppressed and depressed. And at the same time, feeling flighty, mighty and tighty-whitey (sorry... I needed a third rhyme and that's the best I could come up with). It's like being wrapped up in Saran Wrap and fighting to get yourself out. Not that I would know what that's like. I have a vivid imagination, so you use yours. Anyway, the feeling of frustration and helplessness while struggling to get out is replaced by the exhiliration of the fight and the venting of emotions. That's what I'm talking about. Or is it?
Could it be a form of intuition (I'll refrain from calling it 'women's intuition' because my boys have it, too)? Is it a an omen, a portent or a harbinger of something good? Something bad? Or is it just a sign of idontfeellikedoingadamnthing and thisisasgoodanexcuseasicancomeupwith?
It is probably because there are things that should be happening (selling the house and moving) and they aren't happening and I can't do a damn thing about it! Some things are just out of our hands, but I don't like it. I hate the feeling of not being in control. If something isn't going right one way, I find another way to make it right but at this moment in time... I am at a loss as how to make it right. So I guess I'll just take another walk through the Neighborhood and experience life vicariously through the eyes of others.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Just One of Those Days
The Woman I Am
The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.
She hides away
From the stranger's eye--
She is not known
To the passers-by.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!
The woman I seem
Goes carelessly--
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.
The woman I am
Knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!
For love might look closely
Perhaps...and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be!
---Glen Allen---
The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.
She hides away
From the stranger's eye--
She is not known
To the passers-by.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!
The woman I seem
Goes carelessly--
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.
The woman I am
Knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!
For love might look closely
Perhaps...and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be!
---Glen Allen---
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Give It Your Best Shot!
Finish the following:
Why did the chicken cross the road? _______________________
A priest, a rabbi and a minister walk into a bar _________________
Or how about answering these?
What is your most blonde moment?
What is your most triumphant moment?
What is your most embarrassing moment?
What is your happiest? saddest? most disgusting? hot damn! moment?
Why did the chicken cross the road? _______________________
A priest, a rabbi and a minister walk into a bar _________________
Or how about answering these?
What is your most blonde moment?
What is your most triumphant moment?
What is your most embarrassing moment?
What is your happiest? saddest? most disgusting? hot damn! moment?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Twitchin' Fingers
I have been blogging, lurking and commenting for a couple months now. It's a lot of fun and feel like I have made some new friends. But it is such a l-o-n-g, tedious process for me. I don't have high-speed internet or DSL. I have freaking slow dial-up! 26.4 kbps or lower. Those who have such wonderful photos... takes for-evah to load. I don't want to miss anything so I wait. I try to have 3 windows up at a time so I can be reading others while waiting. Various bloggers have been talking about knitting and crocheting. The weather is cooler, the work on the houses has slowed down and now my fingers are twitching. Itching to get back to the yarns.
I learned to knit when I was a teenager. I taught myself to crochet when Only Daughter was a baby. I like the look and feel of knitted projects but crocheting is soooo much easier and quicker. I have crocheted hundreds of afghans, baby blankets, potholders, kitchen towel/toppers, and a lot of other items too numerous to mention. I love to crochet! I love to create different patterns. What I love the most... is when I give them as gifts to people I care about. Actually, I get asked to make blankets and other items for people I don't even know! My friends and family ask me to make stuff for them to give as gifts. Of course, I say 'Yes'. Gives me an excuse to do what I enjoy most.
For awhile there were babies on the way by the dozens so my fingers were flying for 10 to 12 hours a day! The baby boom has slowed down. Another favorite is the kitchen towels with crocheted tops to hook to cabinets or stoves or fridges are fast and easy to do. I have a stock pile of 75 towels (which makes 150) but they are all packed up and at the new house. Hmmm... I do have a tub of some yarn in one closet. Maybe I could make something to appease my itchy fingers?
Last Christmas, I made scarves and hats out of that new type yarn... Fun Fur, Boa Yarn and a couple others I can't think of what they are called but I bought to try out. Some work better knitted and some work better crocheted. I didn't know if Only Daughter would like something like that, but I made her a set and her friend a set and they loved them. Other Daughter asked for a set so I made her and her baby a set. I really liked the ones I did for Other Daughter. Red and fluffy. I bought yarn to make myself a scarf but I was too busy making stuff for other people. Maybe this year.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I will go see what yarn is in that tub and figure out what I can do with it.... Anybody need a baby blanket????
I learned to knit when I was a teenager. I taught myself to crochet when Only Daughter was a baby. I like the look and feel of knitted projects but crocheting is soooo much easier and quicker. I have crocheted hundreds of afghans, baby blankets, potholders, kitchen towel/toppers, and a lot of other items too numerous to mention. I love to crochet! I love to create different patterns. What I love the most... is when I give them as gifts to people I care about. Actually, I get asked to make blankets and other items for people I don't even know! My friends and family ask me to make stuff for them to give as gifts. Of course, I say 'Yes'. Gives me an excuse to do what I enjoy most.
For awhile there were babies on the way by the dozens so my fingers were flying for 10 to 12 hours a day! The baby boom has slowed down. Another favorite is the kitchen towels with crocheted tops to hook to cabinets or stoves or fridges are fast and easy to do. I have a stock pile of 75 towels (which makes 150) but they are all packed up and at the new house. Hmmm... I do have a tub of some yarn in one closet. Maybe I could make something to appease my itchy fingers?
Last Christmas, I made scarves and hats out of that new type yarn... Fun Fur, Boa Yarn and a couple others I can't think of what they are called but I bought to try out. Some work better knitted and some work better crocheted. I didn't know if Only Daughter would like something like that, but I made her a set and her friend a set and they loved them. Other Daughter asked for a set so I made her and her baby a set. I really liked the ones I did for Other Daughter. Red and fluffy. I bought yarn to make myself a scarf but I was too busy making stuff for other people. Maybe this year.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I will go see what yarn is in that tub and figure out what I can do with it.... Anybody need a baby blanket????
Monday, August 28, 2006
The Getaway
The Polish Prince has been working hard at his job, around the house (both houses), so he wants to take a couple days off to do something, go somewhere. Away from the house so he won't be tempted to work. Hah! I am able to resist the temptation to work better than him!
So where do you want to go? I ask.
Don't know. Just get in the van and drive.
Like where?
I don't know. You're suppose to come up with an idea.
Really? Why is it up to me.
Because you're the planner.
But I am sick and can't think.
So are you saying you don't want to go now? We can stay home. I can find something to do. It doesn't matter that I haven't had any time off and I need to get away.
No, we'll go. I can sneeze, blow my nose, and feel all around miserable in the van just as easy as I do here in my recliner... my comfortable recliner, in front of the television.
So we head out Friday with no destination in mind... just NORTH. Michigan has some beautiful scenery heading up north and along Lake Michigan. We've been 'north' many times so he took some back roads and we zig zagged through the countryside. It was a really pretty drive. I was enjoying myself in between sneezes. We went through one area where asparagus plants were tall and going to seed. There were a lot. I mean a LOT of asparagus fields. I am talking thousands and thousands of acres of asparagus. I got out the handy dandy map for that county and sure enough in the info section it said we were going through the 'asparagus capital of the world'. Seriously, it was amazing. We agreed we should come back in the spring just to see how all of the asparagus is harvested. (side note: The Polish Prince was born and raised a farmer... it is in his blood!) Of course, did I get any pictures of these fields of green? No! Mental Slap!
We made our way to the lakeshore and headed north into Manistee. My Sister lived up there at one time. Come to think of it, so did my Brother and his family. But wow! The town has sure changed. I got all turned around. I recognized a bar I had stopped in many years ago, but that was about it. We were heading to the outskirts of town and I started to point out the lifelike statues of some deer. WHOA! Thems real! A doe and 3 spotted fawns were grazing by the side of the road. Close enough that I could have counted the spots. I got a couple pictures of them.
If the Polish Prince would have been sick, he would have been in his chair whining about how miserable he was. It would have been, "Can you get me a drink? Can you get me some kleenex? Some soup would be nice." And so on and so forth. When I am sick.... I get no sympathy. I get, "You can handle it, you're tough! Where's my dinner?" He knows it pisses me off... this double standard, so I guess he was making it up to me because I agreed to go travelling with him... cause he pulled into Little River Casino and asked me if I wanted to walk around a bit and throw some coins away! Hey! this is a big concession on his part! He hates taking me to the casino. He says it is just a waste of time and money. I LOVE going. He says I am addicted and I'll send them to the brink of bankruptcy. Yeah. Right. Huh-huh. I am definitely not a true blood, dyed in the wool gambler. Playing the quarter slots is big money for me. Playing more than one quarter at a time is really pushing my luck. Seldom do I hit Max Credits. I personally like the nickel machine and if the gray hairs are hogging them... I love the penny and two cent machines! Besides, I spent my money at Little River. No, of course, I did not win anything. I never expect to. I just had fun!
We left there after a an hour or two and continued heading north along the lakeshore. We were trying to get to Petoskey before 10:00pm. There is another casino, Victories, up there but it is for the buffet that we go... the Mukwa Cafe. Oh, the food is sumptious! We got there just in the nick of time and feasted on the best fried fish, mashed potatoes, roast beef and veggies. And the desserts....mmmmmmmm good! Of course, afterwards, we wandered around and dropped some coin in. Actually, I put a $20 bill in a 2 cent machine and played that for two hours. When it was gone, I was ready to go.
We stopped for the night at Boyne Falls. The motel was nice enough but being sick and in a strange place.... equals NO SLEEP! NO REST! We were up and out early. Travelling south now. Baby Son was camping around the Baldwin area with some friends so we set out to find him. Omigosh! I should have gotten better info. He said Pickeral Lake near Baldwin. There are many Pickeral Lakes in that area! But not the one Baby Son was at! Tried calling on the cell phone. Northern Michigan is not an area condusive to cellular traffic. Finally reached a spot where the phones were coming in just barely but enough to ask where he was and to stay put until we got there. They were in the town of Baldwin at the ice cream shop. So we met them there and found out exactly where the campground was and made plans to stop when we were done with lunch.
We ate in a quaint, little restaurant. Good food and homey atmosphere. We sat there longer than intended because it started raining.... a deluge... torrential downpour! I felt sorry for Baby Son and the camper buddies. We made a run for the van and headed down the road about 10 miles to the campground. It stopped raining after 3 miles. By 7 miles, there was no indication that it had even rained. Got to the campsite and they were dry!! I was glad for them except it was a rustic campsite and they could have used the 'shower', if you get my meaning!
The fishing wasn't so good. They were glad they brought back up food. They were deep frying a turkey. I found out later that it turned out really good. As a matter of fact, their camping trip was so good they stayed another night. Haven't heard yet whether or not they made it back safe and sound. I'm the MOM... I worry!
We made it back early Saturday evening. I was glad we went but happy to be home. The pupkids were VERY happy to see us back! They missed us. So did the 10 outside cats but not for the same reason... they were just hungry!
Today I am feeling much better. Still blowing my nose some, but no need for nasal spray, cold medicine, antihistamine, aspirin or anything else. I am on the road to recovery. So much so... I did 6 loads of laundry... and posted this long winded entry!
So where do you want to go? I ask.
Don't know. Just get in the van and drive.
Like where?
I don't know. You're suppose to come up with an idea.
Really? Why is it up to me.
Because you're the planner.
But I am sick and can't think.
So are you saying you don't want to go now? We can stay home. I can find something to do. It doesn't matter that I haven't had any time off and I need to get away.
No, we'll go. I can sneeze, blow my nose, and feel all around miserable in the van just as easy as I do here in my recliner... my comfortable recliner, in front of the television.
So we head out Friday with no destination in mind... just NORTH. Michigan has some beautiful scenery heading up north and along Lake Michigan. We've been 'north' many times so he took some back roads and we zig zagged through the countryside. It was a really pretty drive. I was enjoying myself in between sneezes. We went through one area where asparagus plants were tall and going to seed. There were a lot. I mean a LOT of asparagus fields. I am talking thousands and thousands of acres of asparagus. I got out the handy dandy map for that county and sure enough in the info section it said we were going through the 'asparagus capital of the world'. Seriously, it was amazing. We agreed we should come back in the spring just to see how all of the asparagus is harvested. (side note: The Polish Prince was born and raised a farmer... it is in his blood!) Of course, did I get any pictures of these fields of green? No! Mental Slap!
We made our way to the lakeshore and headed north into Manistee. My Sister lived up there at one time. Come to think of it, so did my Brother and his family. But wow! The town has sure changed. I got all turned around. I recognized a bar I had stopped in many years ago, but that was about it. We were heading to the outskirts of town and I started to point out the lifelike statues of some deer. WHOA! Thems real! A doe and 3 spotted fawns were grazing by the side of the road. Close enough that I could have counted the spots. I got a couple pictures of them.
If the Polish Prince would have been sick, he would have been in his chair whining about how miserable he was. It would have been, "Can you get me a drink? Can you get me some kleenex? Some soup would be nice." And so on and so forth. When I am sick.... I get no sympathy. I get, "You can handle it, you're tough! Where's my dinner?" He knows it pisses me off... this double standard, so I guess he was making it up to me because I agreed to go travelling with him... cause he pulled into Little River Casino and asked me if I wanted to walk around a bit and throw some coins away! Hey! this is a big concession on his part! He hates taking me to the casino. He says it is just a waste of time and money. I LOVE going. He says I am addicted and I'll send them to the brink of bankruptcy. Yeah. Right. Huh-huh. I am definitely not a true blood, dyed in the wool gambler. Playing the quarter slots is big money for me. Playing more than one quarter at a time is really pushing my luck. Seldom do I hit Max Credits. I personally like the nickel machine and if the gray hairs are hogging them... I love the penny and two cent machines! Besides, I spent my money at Little River. No, of course, I did not win anything. I never expect to. I just had fun!
We left there after a an hour or two and continued heading north along the lakeshore. We were trying to get to Petoskey before 10:00pm. There is another casino, Victories, up there but it is for the buffet that we go... the Mukwa Cafe. Oh, the food is sumptious! We got there just in the nick of time and feasted on the best fried fish, mashed potatoes, roast beef and veggies. And the desserts....mmmmmmmm good! Of course, afterwards, we wandered around and dropped some coin in. Actually, I put a $20 bill in a 2 cent machine and played that for two hours. When it was gone, I was ready to go.
We stopped for the night at Boyne Falls. The motel was nice enough but being sick and in a strange place.... equals NO SLEEP! NO REST! We were up and out early. Travelling south now. Baby Son was camping around the Baldwin area with some friends so we set out to find him. Omigosh! I should have gotten better info. He said Pickeral Lake near Baldwin. There are many Pickeral Lakes in that area! But not the one Baby Son was at! Tried calling on the cell phone. Northern Michigan is not an area condusive to cellular traffic. Finally reached a spot where the phones were coming in just barely but enough to ask where he was and to stay put until we got there. They were in the town of Baldwin at the ice cream shop. So we met them there and found out exactly where the campground was and made plans to stop when we were done with lunch.
We ate in a quaint, little restaurant. Good food and homey atmosphere. We sat there longer than intended because it started raining.... a deluge... torrential downpour! I felt sorry for Baby Son and the camper buddies. We made a run for the van and headed down the road about 10 miles to the campground. It stopped raining after 3 miles. By 7 miles, there was no indication that it had even rained. Got to the campsite and they were dry!! I was glad for them except it was a rustic campsite and they could have used the 'shower', if you get my meaning!
The fishing wasn't so good. They were glad they brought back up food. They were deep frying a turkey. I found out later that it turned out really good. As a matter of fact, their camping trip was so good they stayed another night. Haven't heard yet whether or not they made it back safe and sound. I'm the MOM... I worry!
We made it back early Saturday evening. I was glad we went but happy to be home. The pupkids were VERY happy to see us back! They missed us. So did the 10 outside cats but not for the same reason... they were just hungry!
Today I am feeling much better. Still blowing my nose some, but no need for nasal spray, cold medicine, antihistamine, aspirin or anything else. I am on the road to recovery. So much so... I did 6 loads of laundry... and posted this long winded entry!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
The Nose Knows
Last Sunday I taught I had sinus congestion. Monday I taught it was allergies. Tuesday I realized I hab a code. My nose is pugged up. I can't breed. My troat is on fire. My head is full of codden. My eyes are watery. My nose is itchy as hell. I sneeze fifee times a day and half the time I ain't quick enuf to grab a tissue so schnot goes all ober. And to top it off, when I sneeze, I swear my troat is being ripped out. Arggggggghhhhhhhh.
We were going to go on a mini-vacation today. Just take off for anywhere but here. Eat out someplace. Stay overnight. Just enjoy being together and away from it all. Too sick to enjoy it so we are holding off until tomorrow. Gawd, I hope I feel better tomorrow! Today, the Mineral King brought his Little People over for a visit. He lets me in on a secret. My cold was a gift from his Little People when they were here last Thursday. Thank you, my little darlings!
Seriously, I have managed to avoid a cold for quite awhile so I knew it was time. Trying to maintain two homes has worn me down so I was a perfect target for the germ beasts. It amazes me that there has been milestones made in the medical world but they can't come up with a cure for the common cold. Although, I don't think there is anything common about this cold. Probably 'cause it is mine.
So I will go spray my nose, down some antihistamine, lather on some Vick's Vaporub and try to sleep. And hope tomorrow is a 'clear' day!
We were going to go on a mini-vacation today. Just take off for anywhere but here. Eat out someplace. Stay overnight. Just enjoy being together and away from it all. Too sick to enjoy it so we are holding off until tomorrow. Gawd, I hope I feel better tomorrow! Today, the Mineral King brought his Little People over for a visit. He lets me in on a secret. My cold was a gift from his Little People when they were here last Thursday. Thank you, my little darlings!
Seriously, I have managed to avoid a cold for quite awhile so I knew it was time. Trying to maintain two homes has worn me down so I was a perfect target for the germ beasts. It amazes me that there has been milestones made in the medical world but they can't come up with a cure for the common cold. Although, I don't think there is anything common about this cold. Probably 'cause it is mine.
So I will go spray my nose, down some antihistamine, lather on some Vick's Vaporub and try to sleep. And hope tomorrow is a 'clear' day!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
What's The Buzz All About?
Winnie the Pooh is one of my favorite characters. Pooh loves hunny and hunny is made by bees. I love the song he sings when he is trying to sneek honey by pretending to be a rain cloud: I'm just a little black rain cloud. Hovering over your honey tree. Pay no attention to little ol' me. 'Cause everyone knows that a rain cloud doesn't like honey, no not at all...
I have no problem with bees. (Hate. Hate. I say... HATE... wasps and hornets.) Pooh's bees are honeybees. There are a lot of other bees, too, although I don't know all the different varieties. (I don't like yellow jackets either.) For the most part, bees are usually busy (heh heh busy as a bee) going from flower to flower, gathering nectar and taking it back to their hive. At the hive there is a Queen Bee. I like that. Not a King Bee, but a Queen Bee. The workers are male and they live to serve the Queen Bee. I like that. Oh, I already said that.
I have lots of flowers in my yard so I have lots of bees buzzing around. Along with lots of butterflies and hummingbirds. The butterflies are doing a job. The hummingbirds are doing a job. Just like the bees doing their job, collecting nectar. So I let them go about their business. I don't bother them and they don't bother me. Except the other day, a bee stung me on my pinkie finger. Ow! It hurt. Owww and stung. Owowowow... but then it stopped stinging so all was well with the world again.
Only Daughter has a phobia about bees. It is a well-founded phobia since she is allergic to bee stings. She doesn't like the sight of a bee or the sound of a bee. She doesn't even like photos of bees or cartoon pictures of bees. I assume she really hates the Nasonex bee, too. Of course, knowing this, I like to tease her (with love... lots of love) and send her pictures of bees. I sent her a recent photo of bees and was quite surprised when she suggested I post it to my blog. Of course, there is a story to go with it.
My Polish Prince (formerly known as My Man... which sounded so possesive and non-descript I just had to change it) asked me to come out to the back yard to look at something. I always dread it when he asks me that because usually it involves something I would rather not see. Our house is surrounded by Black Locust trees. Old ones that are probably over 80+ feet tall. He points to the big one behind the pool room. As I walk towards it, I hear a sound. It grows louder and louder. I could feel it. It roared like a locomotive. Looking up, I gasped! I had never in my life seen so many bees swarming around! Hundreds of thousands (no exaggeration!) of bees swarming that one tree and more coming in from all around. I have seen a few movies about bees. The swarm of bees coming in and the sound of them sounded so hokey and fake... or so I thought. That is exactly what they looked like and sounded like!
I felt no fear. Of course, I looked down at my body to make sure all my skin was still intact. I walked around under the tree in awe. Got my camera and took a couple pictures. Yeah, right. Try taking pictures of bees in a flurry. Only one turned out half way decent. And one wouldn't know they were bees just by looking at it... but that's what they are. An hour later, they were gone except for a few stragglers. There they go into the wild blue yonder.....
I have no problem with bees. (Hate. Hate. I say... HATE... wasps and hornets.) Pooh's bees are honeybees. There are a lot of other bees, too, although I don't know all the different varieties. (I don't like yellow jackets either.) For the most part, bees are usually busy (heh heh busy as a bee) going from flower to flower, gathering nectar and taking it back to their hive. At the hive there is a Queen Bee. I like that. Not a King Bee, but a Queen Bee. The workers are male and they live to serve the Queen Bee. I like that. Oh, I already said that.
I have lots of flowers in my yard so I have lots of bees buzzing around. Along with lots of butterflies and hummingbirds. The butterflies are doing a job. The hummingbirds are doing a job. Just like the bees doing their job, collecting nectar. So I let them go about their business. I don't bother them and they don't bother me. Except the other day, a bee stung me on my pinkie finger. Ow! It hurt. Owww and stung. Owowowow... but then it stopped stinging so all was well with the world again.
Only Daughter has a phobia about bees. It is a well-founded phobia since she is allergic to bee stings. She doesn't like the sight of a bee or the sound of a bee. She doesn't even like photos of bees or cartoon pictures of bees. I assume she really hates the Nasonex bee, too. Of course, knowing this, I like to tease her (with love... lots of love) and send her pictures of bees. I sent her a recent photo of bees and was quite surprised when she suggested I post it to my blog. Of course, there is a story to go with it.
My Polish Prince (formerly known as My Man... which sounded so possesive and non-descript I just had to change it) asked me to come out to the back yard to look at something. I always dread it when he asks me that because usually it involves something I would rather not see. Our house is surrounded by Black Locust trees. Old ones that are probably over 80+ feet tall. He points to the big one behind the pool room. As I walk towards it, I hear a sound. It grows louder and louder. I could feel it. It roared like a locomotive. Looking up, I gasped! I had never in my life seen so many bees swarming around! Hundreds of thousands (no exaggeration!) of bees swarming that one tree and more coming in from all around. I have seen a few movies about bees. The swarm of bees coming in and the sound of them sounded so hokey and fake... or so I thought. That is exactly what they looked like and sounded like!
I felt no fear. Of course, I looked down at my body to make sure all my skin was still intact. I walked around under the tree in awe. Got my camera and took a couple pictures. Yeah, right. Try taking pictures of bees in a flurry. Only one turned out half way decent. And one wouldn't know they were bees just by looking at it... but that's what they are. An hour later, they were gone except for a few stragglers. There they go into the wild blue yonder.....
Monday, August 21, 2006
Feeling Blue
When I am feeling blue. And neglected by family and friends. Like now. A little ditty my Mother used to say pops into my head. I only know part of it....
Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me. Sittin' in the garden eating worms.
Big fat juicy ones. Little skinny scrawny ones.
See how they wiggle and they squirm!
I'm having another Pity Party and that's what is on the menu du jour.
Does anyone know the rest of this ditty? Okay, has anyone ever heard this before?
Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me. Sittin' in the garden eating worms.
Big fat juicy ones. Little skinny scrawny ones.
See how they wiggle and they squirm!
I'm having another Pity Party and that's what is on the menu du jour.
Does anyone know the rest of this ditty? Okay, has anyone ever heard this before?
Friday, August 18, 2006
I Do Believe In Spooks*
Movies, books and television dealing with ghosts, paranormal, supernatural, and psychic phenomenom intrigue me. Some make me laugh, some make me wonder, some scare me and some make me wish I believed in ghosts.
The Ghost & Mrs. Muir
The Ghost & Mr. Chicken
Ghostbusters
Ghost Dad
Ghost (especially the pottery wheel scene)
Sixth Sense
Dragonfly
Always
What Lies Beneath
The Frightners
House (the movie not the television series)
Drop Dead Fred
Twilight Zone
Friday the 13th the Series
Nightstalker
X-Files
Twin Peaks
The Dead Zone
Ghost Whisperer
Medium
Supernatural
Psi Factor
Lost
Kay Hooper's book series on the special unit of the FBI consisting solely of people with some type of psychic abilities.
I want to believe but my little voice inside me won't let me. Part of it has to do with Bible scripture. In I Samuel 28, King Saul cleansed the land of Israel from all occult practices, but when he consulted God on the threat of a Philistine invasion, he got no answer and turned to the Witch of Endor. A spirit or vision of Samuel appeared before Saul but not because the witch conjured it up (she was more surprised than Saul!). It was God's doing and he admonished Saul for his actions.
So it stuck in my head that there are no such things as the Spirit of the Dead or Ghosts. But I want to believe in ghosts and visions of spirits. I want to be able to communicate with those who have passed on. That's it in a nutshell... why I can't believe. There have been loved ones in my life who have passed on and if it were possible to see them or for them to communicate with us, I know in my heart of hearts that they would have done so by now.
Now on the other hand, I believe in evil spirits possessing a person. Oh, not to the extent of The Exorcist with spewing green shit and the head doing a complete 360, but mental conditions like schizophrenia and such that cannot be controlled by medicines could fall into that category. Definitely the serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmers, Ted Bundy, The Boston Strangler, the Son of Sam (David Berkowitz), Dennis Rader - BTK, John Wayne Gacy, Gary Leon Ridgway (the Green River Murders), and of course Charles Manson (although the list goes on and on). They have no conscience, no soul and I believe are possessed by evil spirits. No childhood trauma or genetic faux pas could explain what they and others like them have done.
So why can't I believe in the good spirits? Of those who have gone before us? I hang onto something I learned when quite young... when you die, you're dead. Your body turns to dust and ashes. Your spirit or breath of life leaves you. You don't go to heaven or hell. Nothing happens until Christ's Second Coming. I don't visit my Mother's grave because she is not there. Like I said, I have hung onto that belief for many years, but I am not so sure about it anymore. First of all, the spirit or breath of life leaves a person... so where does it go? Too many accounts of near death experiences indicate there is something after death. I have not had any actual ghost sightings but I have felt things which could only have come from my Mother. My Baby Son has had visions. He was about 8 years old when he dreamt that my aunt (whom he had met only once) died in a car accident. Several days later, my aunt was killed in a car accident and the details were the same as what Baby Son dreamt. When he was about 12 or 13, he had a dream about another aunt dying (one he knew well and loved). He was really upset about it because he knew it would happen and soon... and it did. Yet, my Mother has not contacted him (at least as far as I know) and if possible, she would have. He was very close to my Mother and all the stupid, crazy stunts he has pulled over the years... I would have expected her to show herself, slap him up side the head (or kick him in the ass) and knock some sense into him!
I spoke with a cousin last week and he said him and his family had moved into his parents' house after his father had passed away. He is a scoffer at the supernatural hocus pocus, as he calls it. He would be the first one to laugh at anyone who said they had seen a ghost BUT not anymore. He saw his mother's ghost in what was her bedroom. He said it scared the beejeebies out of him, but he had no doubt in his mind that it was her. I want to believe him.
Guilt creates a barrier for me. I think that God would be upset (pissed) with me for believing in ghosts, paranormal, psychic abilities and the like. So I hold myself back. If I feel that I have experienced something of a supernatural phenomenom, I shun it and explain it away. I guess I need more proof or evidence of personal experiences from people I know. So if anyone has had a ghostly encounter, please share with me... make me a believer!
*This is a line from a classic movie... what movie and who said it? This is WAY TOO EASY!
The Ghost & Mrs. Muir
The Ghost & Mr. Chicken
Ghostbusters
Ghost Dad
Ghost (especially the pottery wheel scene)
Sixth Sense
Dragonfly
Always
What Lies Beneath
The Frightners
House (the movie not the television series)
Drop Dead Fred
Twilight Zone
Friday the 13th the Series
Nightstalker
X-Files
Twin Peaks
The Dead Zone
Ghost Whisperer
Medium
Supernatural
Psi Factor
Lost
Kay Hooper's book series on the special unit of the FBI consisting solely of people with some type of psychic abilities.
I want to believe but my little voice inside me won't let me. Part of it has to do with Bible scripture. In I Samuel 28, King Saul cleansed the land of Israel from all occult practices, but when he consulted God on the threat of a Philistine invasion, he got no answer and turned to the Witch of Endor. A spirit or vision of Samuel appeared before Saul but not because the witch conjured it up (she was more surprised than Saul!). It was God's doing and he admonished Saul for his actions.
So it stuck in my head that there are no such things as the Spirit of the Dead or Ghosts. But I want to believe in ghosts and visions of spirits. I want to be able to communicate with those who have passed on. That's it in a nutshell... why I can't believe. There have been loved ones in my life who have passed on and if it were possible to see them or for them to communicate with us, I know in my heart of hearts that they would have done so by now.
Now on the other hand, I believe in evil spirits possessing a person. Oh, not to the extent of The Exorcist with spewing green shit and the head doing a complete 360, but mental conditions like schizophrenia and such that cannot be controlled by medicines could fall into that category. Definitely the serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmers, Ted Bundy, The Boston Strangler, the Son of Sam (David Berkowitz), Dennis Rader - BTK, John Wayne Gacy, Gary Leon Ridgway (the Green River Murders), and of course Charles Manson (although the list goes on and on). They have no conscience, no soul and I believe are possessed by evil spirits. No childhood trauma or genetic faux pas could explain what they and others like them have done.
So why can't I believe in the good spirits? Of those who have gone before us? I hang onto something I learned when quite young... when you die, you're dead. Your body turns to dust and ashes. Your spirit or breath of life leaves you. You don't go to heaven or hell. Nothing happens until Christ's Second Coming. I don't visit my Mother's grave because she is not there. Like I said, I have hung onto that belief for many years, but I am not so sure about it anymore. First of all, the spirit or breath of life leaves a person... so where does it go? Too many accounts of near death experiences indicate there is something after death. I have not had any actual ghost sightings but I have felt things which could only have come from my Mother. My Baby Son has had visions. He was about 8 years old when he dreamt that my aunt (whom he had met only once) died in a car accident. Several days later, my aunt was killed in a car accident and the details were the same as what Baby Son dreamt. When he was about 12 or 13, he had a dream about another aunt dying (one he knew well and loved). He was really upset about it because he knew it would happen and soon... and it did. Yet, my Mother has not contacted him (at least as far as I know) and if possible, she would have. He was very close to my Mother and all the stupid, crazy stunts he has pulled over the years... I would have expected her to show herself, slap him up side the head (or kick him in the ass) and knock some sense into him!
I spoke with a cousin last week and he said him and his family had moved into his parents' house after his father had passed away. He is a scoffer at the supernatural hocus pocus, as he calls it. He would be the first one to laugh at anyone who said they had seen a ghost BUT not anymore. He saw his mother's ghost in what was her bedroom. He said it scared the beejeebies out of him, but he had no doubt in his mind that it was her. I want to believe him.
Guilt creates a barrier for me. I think that God would be upset (pissed) with me for believing in ghosts, paranormal, psychic abilities and the like. So I hold myself back. If I feel that I have experienced something of a supernatural phenomenom, I shun it and explain it away. I guess I need more proof or evidence of personal experiences from people I know. So if anyone has had a ghostly encounter, please share with me... make me a believer!
*This is a line from a classic movie... what movie and who said it? This is WAY TOO EASY!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Something You Don't See Every Day
An unusual sight on one of our afternoon drives. Let's make it fun! Add a caption. Or a short storyline. Or cartoon comment. Something.... please?
It took two days to get this photo uploaded to this post. I should have just let it go, but it became a matter of principle. So it is here... for what it is worth!
It took two days to get this photo uploaded to this post. I should have just let it go, but it became a matter of principle. So it is here... for what it is worth!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Four by Four
My niece sent this to me in an email, so I thought it would be fun to share. Feel free to answer in the comments.
Four things about me - Things may or may not known about me in no particular order.
A) Four full time jobs I have had in my life:
1. Mother
2. Factory worker
3. Waitress
4. Claims processor
B) Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Young Frankenstein
2. Fifth Element
3. Enemy of the State
4. Fiddler on the Roof
C) Four places I have lived:
1. Kentwood, MI
2. Brown City, MI
3. Austin, TX (outskirts)
4. Goodells, MI
D) Four TV shows I watch:
1. House
2. NCIS
3. Related
4. Desperate Housewives
E) Places I have been on vacation:
1. Las Vegas
2. Tennessee
3. North Carolina
4. U. P. MI
F) Websites I visit daily:
1. Bloggers
2. Yahoo Homepage
3. More bloggers
4. Umm...more bloggers
G) Four of my favorite foods
1. Steak
2. Cabbage & kielbasa
3. Chinese
4. Seafood
H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. (My) New house
2. Ireland
3. Casino
4. Whirlpool/Jacuzzi
Four things about me - Things may or may not known about me in no particular order.
A) Four full time jobs I have had in my life:
1. Mother
2. Factory worker
3. Waitress
4. Claims processor
B) Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Young Frankenstein
2. Fifth Element
3. Enemy of the State
4. Fiddler on the Roof
C) Four places I have lived:
1. Kentwood, MI
2. Brown City, MI
3. Austin, TX (outskirts)
4. Goodells, MI
D) Four TV shows I watch:
1. House
2. NCIS
3. Related
4. Desperate Housewives
E) Places I have been on vacation:
1. Las Vegas
2. Tennessee
3. North Carolina
4. U. P. MI
F) Websites I visit daily:
1. Bloggers
2. Yahoo Homepage
3. More bloggers
4. Umm...more bloggers
G) Four of my favorite foods
1. Steak
2. Cabbage & kielbasa
3. Chinese
4. Seafood
H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. (My) New house
2. Ireland
3. Casino
4. Whirlpool/Jacuzzi
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Full of Beans
Doctors have concluded that, if you find the man in 3 seconds, then the right half of your brain is better developed than most people.
If you find the man between 3 seconds and one minute, then your right half of the brain is developed normally.
If you find the man between one minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein.
If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the right half of your brain is a mess, and the only advice is to look for more of these types of exercises to make that part of the brain stronger.
The man is really there. Keep looking!
Only Daughter sent this to me (not Other Daughter).
I thought it was cool and wanted to share with ya'll.
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Yesterday's post... today's outcome
The house showing was a good/bad thing. The couple said the house wasn't for them, but he is a Realtor and will definitely keep our house in mind for potential buyers. Wah Wah Okay I'm done crying about it. There is an Open House on Sunday.... so keep the good thoughts, prayers, etc coming fast and furious!
If you find the man between 3 seconds and one minute, then your right half of the brain is developed normally.
If you find the man between one minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein.
If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the right half of your brain is a mess, and the only advice is to look for more of these types of exercises to make that part of the brain stronger.
The man is really there. Keep looking!
Only Daughter sent this to me (not Other Daughter). I thought it was cool and wanted to share with ya'll.
*********
Yesterday's post... today's outcome
The house showing was a good/bad thing. The couple said the house wasn't for them, but he is a Realtor and will definitely keep our house in mind for potential buyers. Wah Wah Okay I'm done crying about it. There is an Open House on Sunday.... so keep the good thoughts, prayers, etc coming fast and furious!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Think Good Thoughts
Okay. I am fine. Breathe deep. Think positive. Nope, it ain't working. The nasty little negative thoughts keep invading my thoughts. Meditate. Ahhh-hummm. Ahhh-hummm. Crap! Still doesn't work. Look on the bright side. Shure!
Our house has been on the market for over a year now. No buyers. Oh, well, there was this one buyer way back in December but their buyers backed out so they had to back out from buying this house. A little over a month ago, we went ahead and bought another house because we were optimistic and full of faith. Now I think we were just stupid! No, not really. That is just fear talking. I know we can manage two mortgages for a short period of time. At least I thought so. Now with the price of gas on the rise even more, the hot summer causing huge electric bills and My Man having work done on the new house... I am beginning to worry. Which is ridiculous because I am not the worrying type. Not usually. Only this isn't a usually situation. It just was not suppose to take this long to sell our house!
We are scheduled for an Open House on the 13th. I wasn't going to bother getting the house 'ready' until Friday or Saturday. My Man is going out to the new house tomorrow early because the Floor Guy will be there. He was going to mow the lawn, weedwhack, etc. I am having the Little People here until mid-afternoon. The Realtor Lady calls. Someone wants to see the house between 6:00 and &:00 tomorrow night. Great. Wonderful. Okay. I can handle this. I can't say "No", that would be just plain stupid. So we'll bust our chops getting things done. It isn't like there is a lot to do, but we want it to present well. Which is actually funny because when we went to look at houses, it never bothered us whether the house was clean or not. We always look past that stuff and see the potential. The condition of this house and the one we just bought was less than perfect. Boy, is that an understatement as far as the house we're living in now goes. We have done a lot of remodeling and fixing up to get it to look as nice as it does. It still needs work but it is time for someone else to do it.
We are tired. We would like to move on (literally) to the next chapter of our life. I hope, I pray, I wish upon a star, cross my fingers, anything and everything in hopes this house will sell and sell soon. Just like in Peter Pan when TinkerBell is on the verge on dying.... Peter has everyone think good thoughts ..... won't you think good thoughts for us?
Our house has been on the market for over a year now. No buyers. Oh, well, there was this one buyer way back in December but their buyers backed out so they had to back out from buying this house. A little over a month ago, we went ahead and bought another house because we were optimistic and full of faith. Now I think we were just stupid! No, not really. That is just fear talking. I know we can manage two mortgages for a short period of time. At least I thought so. Now with the price of gas on the rise even more, the hot summer causing huge electric bills and My Man having work done on the new house... I am beginning to worry. Which is ridiculous because I am not the worrying type. Not usually. Only this isn't a usually situation. It just was not suppose to take this long to sell our house!
We are scheduled for an Open House on the 13th. I wasn't going to bother getting the house 'ready' until Friday or Saturday. My Man is going out to the new house tomorrow early because the Floor Guy will be there. He was going to mow the lawn, weedwhack, etc. I am having the Little People here until mid-afternoon. The Realtor Lady calls. Someone wants to see the house between 6:00 and &:00 tomorrow night. Great. Wonderful. Okay. I can handle this. I can't say "No", that would be just plain stupid. So we'll bust our chops getting things done. It isn't like there is a lot to do, but we want it to present well. Which is actually funny because when we went to look at houses, it never bothered us whether the house was clean or not. We always look past that stuff and see the potential. The condition of this house and the one we just bought was less than perfect. Boy, is that an understatement as far as the house we're living in now goes. We have done a lot of remodeling and fixing up to get it to look as nice as it does. It still needs work but it is time for someone else to do it.
We are tired. We would like to move on (literally) to the next chapter of our life. I hope, I pray, I wish upon a star, cross my fingers, anything and everything in hopes this house will sell and sell soon. Just like in Peter Pan when TinkerBell is on the verge on dying.... Peter has everyone think good thoughts ..... won't you think good thoughts for us?
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