St. Jude's Childrens Hospital

I have such a hard time dealing with the poor little babies and children having to go through this horrible disease. It’s just not right, for these little things to be going through treatments, being poked with needles and throwing up their guts, from the Chemo. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn’t much anyone can do, except, fund the researchers, in looking for a cure, and helping in the fight these sweet children are having.

Marlo Thomas, is carrying on the dream of her father the famous actor Danny Thomas, by working with his St. Jude’s hospital team, to further the help and research so desperately needed to care for these children. St. Jude’s is a hospital, that gives hope and help to victims and families throughout the world. Because of research, many children, will get the best treatment available for their type of cancer.

By helping this institution, you are giving a child a chance for a future. Send a donation today, and help a child.

Flowers for Me?

I like to surround myself with flowers, and hope that the people who drive by will enjoy, them as much as I do. It’s nice to be able to grow my own, because I’ve lived in apartments, where you’re limited as to what you can grow and how you can grow it. So, here are a few of my plants. ENJOY!

This Florabogosa? Cactus Hibiscus

My red rose…. My yellow rose…….

There’s a certain excitement that comes over me when i see one of my flowers about to bloom. I really can’t explain, except it comes from growing the plant and watching it evolve from the plant it was to the plant it is. That’s where the excitement and enjoyment comes from. Especially, if you’ve taken it as a small clipping, rooted it and set it out in the big yard to grow.

Blogging

I’m really getting into this thing called blogging and still I feel like such a kid. I will be working on a post and the thing will get rejected, for some small glitch, I’ve ignored or missed. You’d think I had it down by now, oh but not so. I feel so stupid, when it comes to blogging…….and I still have a lot to learn. That’s the problem, learning when I’d rather be making money. Then there are those websites that get you caught up in their system and then just drop you and forget your there. I send emails to them and they act as if they are offended, that I’m even trying. Hell, if I knew how to get my PR up any better, I sure as heck do it. Can’t afford all these fancy “traffic drivers”. Being a “newbie” is rough enough as it is, why do they have to kick us in the teeth? I know this is a “wa wa” thing, but that’s the way I feel.

A Bad Thing

It must be the most horrible feeling to find out you’ve got cancer? I only hope I never have to find out. I’ve watched family’s grief, when finding out their loved one is dying with this thing. They suffer just as bad as the person, who has the disease.

Several of my acquaintances’ have passed away from cancer. I wasn’t able to give as much of my time, or concern to them as I would have liked. Yet, I tried as much as my lifestyle would allow.

Cancer, is no respecter of person’s, tearing apart the live’s of many. The small children, right on up to the elderly are claimed. It’s for sure even the wealthiest people can’t fend off this dreaded disease. If that be the case good-looking “Steve McQueen” would still be alive.

I can only imagine, what it feels like to live in the pain, this thing dishes out. It’s no wonder, they are on morphine. I don’t think it kills the pain enough. Just keeps the patient in la-la land and hopefully comfortable. My hats are off to the family’s who go through this, you certainly have to be strong.

Poor Blog

My poor “blog” is working hard today, it’s giving me it’s all and then some. I truly feel sorry for it, as I feel sorry for myself. I got me into this and now it’s go for it or forget it! I guess with time it will roll off, like water off a duck’s back. Right now, it’s just beginning and already I’m wondering if I can keep up. If it’s not “feast”, it’s “famine”. One day you sit around and look for jobs and the next their coming out of the woodworks, with “get it done, NOW”. You don’t dare let it ride for 2 seconds, or someone else will zap it up, like a vulture. It’s there, grab it or it’s gone. “Whoosh”!

I’m still a beginner at this stuff, so I’m playing it safe, until I am more experienced. Don’t want to come off totally stupid…lol

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Gustav Building in the Gulf

Sat Aug 30, 3:52 PM ET

Lines in New Orleans waiting for buses to leave the city, grew longer Saturday and traffic grew heavier on main highways as Hurricane Gustav strengthened into a dangerous storm on track for the Gulf Coast. The city had yet to call for a mandatory evacuation, but began ushering out the sick, elderly and those without their own transportation on today. Many residents aren't waiting for a formal evacuation call, cars packed with clothes, boxes and pet carriers were heading north among heavy traffic on Interstate 55.

Sat Aug 30, 4:08 PM ET

If it follows the projected path it would likely make landfall on Louisiana's central coast. Tt's maximum sustained winds of 125 mph, make it just 6 mph shy of the Category 4 threshold and is called an "extremely dangerous" storm.. In Cuba shrieking 150 mph (240 kph) winds toppled telephone poles, mango and almond trees and peeled back the tin roofs of homes. It's now a Cat. 4 and on the way to being a Cat.5, by the time it hits the Gulf of Mexico..........and the US..........

Am I Selfish?

God, I wish someone had turned me on to this stuff before I met my spouse.

I swear, it’s as if I’m cheating on him. I’m leaving him alone to sit in the living room and watch TV(his programs), listen to his music(spanish), snack on whatever and he’s mad at me? I can’t understand a dang word on the hispanic programs he watches, or the music he listens to. So, why not be in the other room blogging? I make money and you'd think he'd be happy to know where I am and what I'm doing

This Little Piggy.......

Does it seem like your begging for posts? It sure does to me. I tried to reserve a post on another site, and before I could get it reserved, someone snapped it up right from under me. Now how nice was that? It has come to my attention, surely that I’m not the only one trying to get posts, but darn it, why should the one’s with the better page rank, have it all. Heck, this was only a $5. post. Yes, I’m griping, but right is right and being a hog is exactly that. Oink! Oink!

Meet the Parents........

I thought this was cute and just had to put it on here. It just about sums up the idea of blogging, if your good at it…….lol.

Evil or Just Lonely?

Have you ever noticed the extremes a woman will go, to get a man? It’s amazing and sometimes crazy, the different ways a woman will carry on in order to catch a certain eye. I’ve been one of those women, so I know the extremes I’ve exhibited. I’m actually ashamed of my worldly ways, at times. It seems no matter what I do, some other woman has already done it. Even worse is the outcome of your efforts.

Often times the men could care less, about what your doing. I’ve seen it happen time and time again. You break your neck flaunting yourself in front of them, and they laugh at you. Hey, could you leave my teeth, for the next guy? It’s just degrading to put yourself in the potential situation for disaster. I know that these men, can have their pick of potential mates, but heck a girl’s gotta do something.

Many of our men have gone to the other sex, leaving us with a shortage to work with. How do you think it feels to see the fabulous guy, feel a sudden urge to flirt with him, only to find out “he’s gay”. Talking about a letdown, now that’s a real kick in the teeth. What you could have done, with that hunk is beyond words.

So, then it’s on to a different man, not as good looking, or exciting, but it’s a man. After awhile, you’ve gotten to this plateau. You’ve even let down your standards to compensate for what your unable to snag. Yes, there’s just too many women out there, waiting for you to slip out of sync, for one second. They pounce like hungry wolves, ready for the “kill”. You must keep on your toes at all times, or he’ll be out the door, with another fool. I believe there isn’t anything that a woman wouldn’t do to take advantage of a slippery situation. I’ve seen it happen once too often. I’ve been the victim as well as the stealer, so you could say experience, is with me. Yes, we women have our evil ways, and there’s no getting around it.

Adoption A Privilege

I want to share this with you,I thought it was such a great quote. Love is wonderful, when shared through the mind of a child. Children, when small are so humble and sweet. Read this and see if you like this child’s idea of adoption.

Teacher of first graders was discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.

A little girl said, “I know all about adoption. I was adopted.”

“What does it mean to be adopted?” asked another child

“It means”, said the girl, “that you grew in your mommy’s heart instead of her tummy!”

I really believe this is one of the greatest quotes I’ve seen. I had several comments from readers and they really liked this. To be loved by a set of parents, in such a manner, gives credit to the world we live in. Adoption, is a wonderful way, to give happiness, back to our world.

Cancer Nobody's Friend

It must be the most horrible feeling to find out you’ve got cancer? I only hope I never have to find out. I’ve watched family’s grief, when finding out their loved one is dying with this thing. They suffer just as bad as the person, who has the disease.

Several of my acquaintances’ have passed away from cancer. I wasn’t able to give as much of my time, or concern to them as I would have liked. Yet, I tried as much as my lifestyle would allow.

Cancer, is no respecter of person’s, tearing apart the live’s of many. The small children, right on up to the elderly are claimed. It’s for sure even the wealthiest people can’t fend off this dreaded disease. If that be the case good-looking “Steve McQueen” would still be alive.

I can only imagine, what it feels like to live in the pain, this thing dishes out. It’s no wonder, they are on morphine. I don’t think it kills the pain enough. Just keeps the patient in la-la land and hopefully comfortable. My hats are off to the family’s who go through this, you certainly have to be strong.

What Flower Are You?

I am a Canna

What Flower Are You?

You can get this code when you take the test to find out what type of flower your are.

Big Red

I in the last few months have been trying to get this poor stray cat, that started coming into my yard and eating leftovers I’d throw out for the birds. He was really beat up, when he first showed up, as if a dog or another cat had attacked him. I put out food to help him survive and slowly he got better. He chose food that was leftovers, rather than cat food, so I’d put out some of my leftovers each evening. Soon, I would see him at the back door waiting while sniffing my cooking. Being a tomcat, means that every tomcat in the neighborhood, will try to attack you if a female, in season, is in the area. He faired okay for awhile, but recently he come into the yard all beat up again. My tomcat isn’t very nice to him either, and runs around jumping at him, trying to establish his ground. Fortunately, Big Red just ignores him, like he’s a child. I’m really scared for Big Red, this time since he doesn’t look too good. I can’t get close enough to him, because he will run away. So, I can’t do anything for him. I’m afraid these may be his last days alive and I sure hate watching him go down. The poor thing has survived no telling what, and now it’s come down to this. What a shame.

UPDATE

We haven’t seen this cat in over 3 months, so it’s my thought’s that he’s expired. Poor thing, he was just trying to make it out there.

People of the Streets.........

There are so many things that come to mind , when I look on the streets of each “big city”. The tall skyscrapers, loom while the daily commuter’s scurry about making that almighty dollar.

The worst thing to notice, is the many “street people” hanging around the local centers, public libraries, soup lines, county hospitals’ and resource buildings. This is maintained by our state, local and government taxes. These people are from different cultures and really haven’t a reason to do any better than their present state.

Some choose to be there, and hang around with their buddies drinking , many on drugs, waiting for their hook up, and some waiting for a hand out of food and clothes. They smell with urine, feces and body orders, unable to bathe properly. Some have gone so long, I doubt they would take advantage of the bath, given the chance. The one’s who choose to be there, have chosen that way of life rather, than be told what they can and can’t do. It gives them a sense of freedom, whether it’s good for them or not. I know of several who get monthly checks and could have a better way of life. Some are wine-o’s and choose to stay drunk, not facing reality.

Still during the cold weather, it amazes me how they survive. Cardboard boxes built into lean-to’s, old cars and even some lying on the streets wrapped in blankets, with three or four sets of clothes on. Some are not so lucky and are found deceased, from excess of starvation, drugs, wine, beer and cold. Many more survive and go on to the following day, to the bread/soup lines, for a sandwich and drink, some go without. Once a week a medical unit will take a certain number of patients, and treat them. If your not in line for that certain amount, you have to put your name on the list for the next time, hope you don’t get worse and make sure your there in time, to get seen. It’s a horrible scene, and one I wouldn’t wish on a dog. Yet, they are everywhere and we are leaving them there, to waste away, while aiding foreign countries and a war. Humanity, has turned to this way of life, and it stinks.

Little Boy's/Men

Now I’m sure your thinking this is about small boy’s. I’m not talking about the children aspect……..actually, I guess I am on a different level.

I’m talking about men who “pout” and make your life miserable when they don’t get their way. I’m so tired of this “little boy” thing where “you’ll take your toys and go home, if we don’t play your way!”

Not being a “morning person”, leaves me open to the perils of this morning person”. I love to sleep-in on the weekends and he’s up at 6:00am with the TV on. Most of the time he has the decency to turn it down low. But he still coughs, blows his snout, talks to the cat, and goes back and forth to the bathroom. Five or six days a week, I get up and make coffee, to get him off to work. So, why can’t he sleep in at least one day, with me? Hey, we live in a small house and every little sound catches my ears. I lived alone for 4 years, so listening for sounds was a priority, to safety. Now it’s just a aggravation to my sleeping in.

The cat doesn’t help either. He loves to run through the house, romping and playing with whatever. During these romps, he knocks things over or goes sliding on the kitchen floor. If he only knew what I was thinking about doing to him, he might get somewhere in the corner and be quiet.

What possessed me to think that I needed a relationship, in the first place….is beyond me. I thought I was alone and lonely……..yeah, right! Back then it was the man across the street, interrupting my sleep on the weekends, cranking up his loud truck or riding lawn mower. Oh yeah, he rode the lawn mower, right by my bedroom window, mowing the yard next door. I’m positive he was trying to do it to aggravate me. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!) Anyway, I could rumble around and get up when I wanted, without putting up with someone else’s needs. Yeah, it was lonely, but nice and peaceful. Why did I take that away from myself and get this “morning person” to bother me? I sure haven’t any clue.

In My Dreams.

There was a time for love…

But only in my dreams.

Fleeting moments of happiness

flooded my soul..

I was unable to keep control,

The love was felt, only by me

The distance very clear,

I still couldn’t see

There was no love for me.

Try as I could, the best heart to give,

I gave to the world,

Where I wanted to live.

My dreams billowed as clouds,

Swirling, becoming wild with excitement.

My eyes just couldn’t see

The clouds were black and green.

As the storm pounded my world,

I found disaster at every thought.

Gone the beautiful fluffy dreams,

Lost the excitement of love.

The heart had no place to go, no place to grow.

No way to give, so how could it live?

There was a time for love……..

But only in my dreams………….

by Nita Watson

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Amy Winehouse..........

Well, I never…………..

Can you imagine what we are promoting for our children to look up to? It never ceases to amaze me, the extent these performers, will go to to get into the limelight. Some say, that all those tattoo’s are sexy. Back in the “old days”, they were considered “vulgar & obscene”.

Now, I don’t know about you, but to me the world has gotten to the point, that there is nothing sacred left. I can just see what our young children will be looking up to in the future.

Amy can’t even get a Visa, to come over here, and she’s getting all this money, because of her “REHAB”? Wow, just go for it “inmates”! I think you’ve got as good a chance as Amy!

If this is what you call “Pop” culture……….she’s on top of the list. Talent, has nothing to do with her. I’m sure she can “Rock On”, with all this popularity, she has achieved. I’m not impressed.

Mis-Treated Elderly........

I have visited several during my years in this world and am disgusted with the atmosphere, the patients live in.

If you go in the front door of the places, there’s a stench that captures your nose immediately. Urine, is the first and is accompanied by other body odors. Occasionally, you can catch a hint of food, above the other smells. That’s only if you go during feeding times, and that’s a trip, also.

The sounds that come from down the halls, are excruciating to the ears. Many times they are screams, moans or people yelling at another patient to move. There is so much disdain, along with hateful actions by personnel, toward the patients.

I understand that the personnel, are paid poorly and this can cause them to be more uncaring than if they were paid well. The government income’s these patients’ receive, hardly supplement the needs these institutions have to provide ample pay to their employees. This causes a lack of concern, for the patients involved, when service providers are called upon for help.

There is also a need for more caregivers, leaving these homes, without adequate help to watch over the patients. Therefore the patients are left alone all too often, and allowed to lay in their wet and dirty clothes, till an aide can get through with the other patients and make their way to the next room.

You have the ambulatory patients, that often stray, have to be found and brought back inside the facility, to protect them from harm. There are patients that are allowed to roam, have freedom to smoke or sit outside on good weather days. They are less demanding clients and more able to get their needs met.

If family’s would consider what this means to the patient, they might consider other means of help for their loved one. I realize that some families have to work and are unable to take care of their loved one, but if there’s another way, I suggest searching for it.

It’s no way to have to live and is very demeaning to the patient. They are horribly depressed, deserted by families, under fed, and left alone to die. Some patients haven’t had a visitor in years. What does that say for our society? Are we so cold and uncaring that we can do this to our own loved one’s?

All too soon, it will be our turn to wait on our children or extended family to decide our fate, during our final years. How will we handle the horrible life placed upon us then? If it’s possible, we need to take our own matters into our own hands before it’s too late, to have a say in our outcome.

Finding a retirement home ahead of time, that has a good reputation can be what it takes, for us to survive in later years. Hopefully, the state and local agency’s will place better rules and laws in effect to govern these places.

One Step Forward......

I’ve had so much heck out of everyone, lately. It seems they all want to destroy the one thing, I have left of me. My self esteem, is just about gone, and I’m loosing the person, I am on the inside. I just don’t understand how people can be so cruel and mean to the one person who has their best interests in mind. Why do they feel threatened by me? I only want good for them. I just can’t get past the threat that they will destroy, the relationship I have. It gets to the point I don’t know where to turn. When I do turn to someone for help, they just brush it off as if I’m ungrateful.

Ungrateful, for what? I have the other people coming in between me and the one I care for and that person lets them. It’s as if I’m being used as a “means to an end”. This means that I must supply, the things they need to survive and get by. During this episode, I find myself lacking in the needs for my survival. My emotional person, is getting beat up, with all the insults, these people issue to maintain control over me.

If I think that is bad, just wait until one of them gets mad at me. I really have to watch out for my mental safety. It’s like fighting a loosing battle, that has no end. These people are bottomless pits, when it comes to needs. I know there will never be a change as long as the person, I care for keeps enabling them. Standing up for myself never accomplishes a thing. It only adds fuel to the flame, that already has plenty of embers and hot coals.

Extrication, seems to be the only thing, to save my soul from a slow inner death. I can get away, only to find the loneliness that follows. This too will hound me as I try to get past the hurt, that is so embedded in my being. I have finally turned the hurt into, bitter hate, and this is helping me to rid, the inner pain. I now strike out at these people, with the same disrespect, they have piled upon me, for so long. It won’t be long until, I will find a way to get out of this mess and never return.

While they revel in their comfort of my demise, I’m plotting my escape. I need only a few minutes and a good diversion to make my escape. Finally, the moment arrives and out the door I go. Not stopping for one second to take a breath, I jump into the car. Away I go, to shelter and support for my torn heart.

Now, is the hard part. Making my heart stay away from the pain and pushing myself to take a step forward, instead of backward. I know “backward”, I’ve done it so many times, out of loneliness. This time must be different, what do I have to gain if I go back? Not one good thing. That has been what I refused to believe all these times. I always hoped that things would be different. I was more in love with “love” than I was with me.

Taking the first step to freedom, is important. To daily take a forward step, keeps me going and aids in my recovery of the inner me. I keep finding little bits of me coming back with each day of freedom. Ah yes, these were some the difficult times. You notice I say “were”.

Loosing Someone............

So many times in a person’s life many forms of grief many to take the strength out of one’s daily course of life. It may come in the form of losing a job, losing a friend to a difference of opinion, losing a husband to another woman and all too gripping death of a loved one. I’ve seem to hit on everyone one I’ve mentioned so far. Losing jobs was a real custom down through the years. Most of the time it was my own fault. A few times it was low performance or too many circumstances that developed in my life. Have you ever thought there was a black cloud over your head? Well, it seemed that way so often, I wondered if I could ever accomplish a thing that would be stable. As of today, I am still finding that life just keeps dealing out some many defeats. It’s really possible to get into a rut of doing the wrong things rather that over coming the defeat and building steps to climb out of it. I’ve lost many acquaintances to careless words and opinions. Believe me I can be rather harsh all too often. I feel it’s my duty to tell a person, what’s wrong with them, their life, their actions and men they seem to care about. God, knows why. I feel there’s so much information in my head that people need to know. I hope that some of it will help them, get over the problem they have and cause insight into their situations. The problem is they mostly want you to listen to them and sympathize with them. They want to whine on your shoulder and have a confidant to pal with. A crutch in other words. I seem to loose many people that way and wonder what could I have possibly done wrong. It bothers me to think that this one would have been a good chum to hang out with. This is a well experienced subject. Loosing to another woman. I’ve gone from loosing the guy to the next girl, who showed up to down right loosing to a competitor. Loosing to the next girl that showed up, was easy since I really hadn’t developed a close relationship with the man. But loosing to a competitor was rough on my ego. Feeling like a whipped puppy wasn’t a good thing. Now, as I look back they did me a favor, but at the time it was happening, I couldn’t figure out what they had that I didn’t. I had always thought that I could get a guy and have him wrapped around my finger. Well, a rude awakening made me change my opinion of my abilities. Still the man I really loved left me, after I told him, I couldn’t put up with the abuse of me or our children. I went through a real hard time of cutting myself from the hold he had on me. Having to go on because I had children, was what seem to help with the daily efforts. Working two jobs help too. Boy, did I feel lost. Here I was stuck with responsibilities,feeling alone. I didn’t have him around, to just at least be there, whether good or bad. I wasn’t part of a couple and felt like a outcast when visiting friends at their get to gathers. I was a mess. Then there’s the death of a loved one. Devastating can’t describe how you feel. I went numb as if I was watching someone else going through it. I walked around as if I was floating outside the situation. I listened to people’s condolences but they all sounded the same. I felt they were mouthing the words, but didn’t really mean a word they said. I just wanted to get away from it all. Maybe if I did, it would all change and get better. I lost my appetite, time seem to stand still and I had a hard time just getting up and walking to another room. Everywhere, was thing’s of theirs. The chair they sat in to watch TV. Their clothes, shoes, toys. I found the strength to help make the arrangements and go to the funeral and graveside services. Then even worse things started. Here came to extended family, wanting what they could get. I just wanted to be left alone for a few days, then I would work with them. That wasn’t going to happen. So, I packed a few things and went to my son’s and stayed for a few weeks, until they had gotten what they thought they were happy with. I came back to see what was left and was surprised to see, that most of my original things were still there. I moved them and gave up the house to his children and let them do what they wanted. Thank God I got a job, this was the move that sent me forward into a new life

What Was That?

It’s amazing the things you hear, around your neighborhood. Have you ever really stopped to listen to the sounds of your neighborhood?

Well, as I started writing this, post I realized what I was hearing. Now, you have to consider, that it’s mid-morning on a Friday. The weather’s cold and rainy, yet this sound happens at least twice a week. What is it? It’s loud booming noise, tells me it’s big. The engine is so loud, it could jar you right out of bed, if your lucky enough to still be in bed at this time. It’s the trash truck coming down the street.

Now, all sorts of things go through your mind. “Oh heck, did I put the trash out”? “Maybe, it’s not full enough anyway”. “Oh, well it’s too late now”. “I’m not running out in my sock feet, in the rain, to take it to the curb”. “I’ll just have to take it next week”.

Yes, there’s plenty of procrastination, when it comes to taking out the trash. It’s just not a job we like to do. It’s one of those we put off as long as possible, that has to be done.

Still that sound can stir you, in a hurry. Especially, if you’ve put off taking out the trash the last two times. You can hear it, coming down the street and you know just about how far it’s gotten, by how close the sound is. So, your thinking, I should be able to get out there before it turns around to come up my side of the street. So, you run like heck, tripping over the cat and making him scream bloody murder. Out the door you go, with no shoes, half dressed and your hair standing straight up.

That sound has a dire affect on the human brain & body. It really gets us going and pushes the blood pressure higher, with each running step. By the time you get the trash to the curb, your red in the face and heaving for breath. But you make it, all because of that sound.

Your Lucky Day......

It’s your lucky day when…….

You hit the right lotto numbers on a $1,000,000 jackpot…….

How great is that..........money..........money..........money.........trouble.........trouble.........trouble!

Crazy Ninjas...........

What’s up with these young people, who think the freeway, is their personal raceway?

Have you seen these young people on these Ninja motorcycles, flying at top speeds down the freeway? It’s amazing, how they just pop a “wheely” and cruise down the road on the back wheel, for X amount of minutes. then down they come, almost loosing control of the bike.

No wonder there are so many deaths on these bikes. They should be outlawed, to anyone under thirty years of age. I’m not sure that would change the statistics any. I have a couple of children, in their thirties, that I don’t believe, would have any better sense, than to do the same as these, young idiots.

It takes my breath every time one passes me on the road. I’m just praying that he will get past me without loosing control and sliding under my car or the one’s in front of me. I’m afraid the site of such an accident would scar my emotions, for the rest of my life. I would have a hard time sleeping at night, should my car hit a person’s body lying in the road.

My spouse calls them potential “organ donors” , to which I definitely agree. What more horrible thing for parents to experience than loosing a young adult child to such a thing. Just think of all the hopes and dreams they’ve wanted for that child, now destroyed, from reckless fun.

I realize the adrenaline is flowing, when they go at high speeds down the freeways. Passing cars with the idea that we are “eating their dust”, can only cause a frinzy to the excitement, they feel.

I only hope that the laws are adjusted to stop this kind of accidents, and save the lives of these young people. It’ really sad that anyone has to suffer from reckless actions. Unfortunately, the world is full of uncontrolled stupid actions.

Find The Strength.......

Have you heard of finding the strength to go on, after a devastating occurrence happens in your life? So, often it seems that all is gone and there is no where to turn to or no one to count on. I find that during these times, is when you find your inner strength.

Perhaps it was because of my raising, that I instantly would go into my inner self, to delve for answers or ways to handle whatever came my way. It was sort of like finding my spiritual being, and reaching for the one thing that could get me through. I knew that if I believed in a higher power, that I could get through anything. And so I did.

Many times, I did not make it through the circumstances, the exact way I would have chosen to. However, it happened, I was glad just to make it, in a safe and sane manner.

Many people have commented, “I just don’t see how you did it”? Well, sometimes, you don’t even see how you did it. It just happens. Then there are certain times, when every little detail is an imprint in your mind. These times are resources, to draw upon, when things get rough, later.

Looking toward a goal or to your future, helps us get through just about anything. It’s with that, we can dream or hope for a better way, or a stable situation. Thankfulness, helps us grow and appreciate the things we have and work toward things that we long for in the distance.

One person, commented on it in this way. “Get sad, Get mad, then get Glad”. I believe these are the stages of healing our inner self and gaining the needed strength to make it. Strength, is the substance of our everyday lives. It helps us to take another step.

Friendships Are So Fickle

Well, there it went. Right down the drain, just like so many others. I have a lousy track record for friendships. I just can’t seem to get it right. You think things are going good and poof, they blow up in your face. I’ve always considered a good friendship not to have boundaries. But I sure was wrong on that idea.

The idea that a friend was there no matter what, or that a friend would understand or care about what was going on with you, just became my ideas. Not anyone else’s. I guess I’m just too old fashion. I believe with all my heart, love the same and try to be a friend as well.

I finally allowed myself to try again to have this type of relationship with someone, and once again was shot down. I forgot that their life has it’s own querks and that I must remember that there are boundaries, to a friendship. I guess I think that everyone has the same ideas, and values that I do.

Heck, I also forgot that this is a diversified world of people, who have been raised in different environments, than me. Who did I think I was to be so selfish as to think everyone could think and feel like me? I’m so out of touch with reality, that I actually tried!

I’m sure it will be a long time again, before I’ll do that same thing. I don’t like being treated with disdain and talked to in such a horrible manner. So, to protect myself from such candor, I will go back into my safe shell and stay there. It’s much safer inside and I can like myself anyway I want to. Darn that sounds childish. I guess there’s just been too much rejection in my world, for me to be able to cope very often. I can’t accept making the effort and having it thrown back at me, like a bad piece of meat. So, I’ll just stay the heck out of everyone’s way and make my own way.

Just another day in paradise.

Hello America.....

Well, how the heck are you? Americans, are experiencing so many things these days. There’s the junk food, that’s being pushed on us. Each morsel is so packed with, fat, additives, sugar and everything that’s bad for us. The advertising that captures our children, causes them to think, they just can’t live without a “Happy Meal“. The weather that’s tearing things apart or freezing people to death. Just look at the earth quake that recently happened. The Northwest is experiencing more snow and rain, on top of what’s already been there two weeks. Leaving people without electricity, needed in the all electric homes. The electronic’s that just have to be bought. Nano I-Pods, Wii’s, X-Box 360’s, fancy cell phones, Bravia TV’s, just to mention a few. Remember when we didn’t even have cell phones? Disasters one after another, to all parts of the world, which encompass our families, abroad. Wars; Wars; and more wars, it never ends, no matter how hard we beg for peace. Our government leaders, all trying to out do the other, while saying “they are the best” for the positions. I have yet to see or believe in a politician, that runs for an office these days, who is free of any corruption. The moral issues our children are learning, which are giving the idea, that anything goes. This is our future? What can you expect from a generation, that constantly changes, the very ideas, our people were raised on. Where is virtue, consideration, decency, respect? These few things, are all but lost, to this new generation of growing children. The crime rate is growing, with each day. Every morning there are deaths, rapes, beatings, stabbings, shootings or robberies being reported on the News. Not to mention the drunk drivers who cause accidents and loss of lives. Going outside is quite a danger nowadays. But even then your not safe. So many people are getting, shot just standing in their front doors, after answering the door bell. Scared? Heck yes, and crazy if your not. Yet here we are and American’s yet still…..so, it’s necessary to remember, that we must love and honor, our country. No matter how rough she gets around the edges. How often she weathers the storms of danger sent her way. America, is still our home, land and the very heart of our souls. Being an American, is great and should be the very thing that makes our heart jump when Old Glory, passes by. America, you are who we are……………..the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Another Year Almost Gone

Here it comes,”New Year’s Day”! It’s just like Christmas, birthdays, death. It just keeps coming, whether we encourage it or not. I’ve often wondered how we’ve gotten ourselves into these things?

Some say it’s just another year, but in reality it’s another year gone by and we just can’t get it back. It’s like a bad comment, that we can’t wish, we hadn’t said. The older I get the harder it is to watch them go by.

The children are in such a hurry, to grow up, that reality for them, is dellusional. They can’t see how far it is, to growing up the way, we the older people can see it. Full of energy and life, they strive to get the years behind them, so they can get to another point in life.

I remember the young adult years. It seemed they were so busy, with the predominate things needing to be done. How fast they flew. Here I am saying, “Why it was only yesterday”…… a familar phrase heard so many times, from my parents and grandparents. ”It was”, only yesterday or so it seemed.

New Year’s brings memories of the old year and hopes of good things in the new one. Our emotions overwhelm us when looking back to what was and what is now. Our hope runs amuck, with great expectations, of happiness, love, good fortunes, and financial stability. Yes, it will be a new year, to reach for all new things and hold in your heart the memories of the past.

So, once again we say so long to 2008 as we’ve done to the other years, toast and welcome 2009.

Here’s to all of you, may God richly bless you…….

Are You Over Qualified?

It’s a toss up these days. Which way to go is a thing to ponder. You have so many ways, to search for a job and it gets even harder, to get one in the publice realm. There are so many people out of work. Some by choice, some from lay-off’s, retirements, company closings. It’s a problem, many people endure, daily.

If your over 50 years of age, here comes the problem, right? You go to an interview, and what happens? You know all too well, what happened, when you get a letter saying, you were “over qualified”, for the position. I’ve been there done that.

Oh they say, they are an equal opportunity employer. Not so, if your not young and just starting out then they don’t want you. They want the dashing young men in the offices. The cute sexy, tailered young ladies, have to be on the front desks, to cater to the executives. Administrative assistant, consists of a well dressed, college professors, with 1 to 2 masters degrees in business administration, under the age of 40.

If you don’t have a good background in some high powered originization, by the time your in your 40’s, good luck on the position, you will be offered. Many older people, are thankful to be accepted for medial jobs, that rarely pay more than $7.00 to $10.00 per hour.

“Over qualified”, is a term used to really say, your “too old” and we want someone younger in the position. I’ve also, been told that, I probably wouldn’t stay with the job, because I wouldn’t be getting the pay I had been accustomed to. So, they decided not to hire me, based on that. They never ask if you just want a job closer to home, so you don’t have to drive so far. They never ask if your just wanting to supplement your social security or your spouse’s income. It’s always, “wow, your really qualified for a better position, than this one”, why do you want this job? Not very often do you find an company that wants an employee, experienced and mature enough to appreciate a good paying job. It’s very easy to get discouraged, when trying to get employment at an older age. I’m sure many of you have suffered the same indignities, I have. It would be nice to be able to speak out without reprecussions. I know there are advocates out there, but they’re never where we need them to be, when it’s our problem happening. It’s very embarrassing, to have to ask for help, after all that we’ve been through in the past years. We’ve worked hard and deserve respect, that we don’t get. Yet, we keep trying, rather than give up.

Blue Friday's

Blue Fridays……..

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason?

Americans who support our troops used to be called the ’silent majority’ We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday — and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that … every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something blue. By word of mouth, press, TV — let’s make the United States on every Friday a sea of blue, much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in BLUE and it will let our troops know the once ’silent’ majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked ‘What can we do to make things better for you?’ is …’We need your support and your prayers.’ Let’s get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something blue every Friday.

We live in the land of the free, only because of the brave.

“No arsenal, No weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.”

Ronald Reagen

What Is it?

What is it that you believe in?

There are many subjects that stick deep in one’s heart and soul. They believe in these things, so strongly, that they can become a control factor.

It’s a good thing to have something or someone to believe in. This is the very being, that gives us strength to conquer, obstacles that attempt to ruin our hopes, wishes, dreams and everyday lives. Our strength is what gets us beyond these things and on to a new day, filled with new things to accomplish and savor.

All too often we will notice the outer surface of a subject or problem. It seems to be the biggest thing that overwhelms us. Looking deeper, we find that it wasn’t such a big thing after all. Sometimes, we find ourselves, being embarrassed, because we allowed it to disrupt our thinking in such a manner. Sometimes, it out right, makes us mad at ourselves. All human, actions are made of these and yet they are very controlling in our everyday lives.

Religion, is an affecting, controlling subject that can rule many facets of our attitudes, emotions and actions. It can also, give us strength, to handle daily situations. It may be the words of a song, a reading, a scripture, the words of encouragement from a friend. There are so many ways, religion, can affect us.

So, what do you believe in? Is it a person, an action, a standard that has stood the test of time. Giving the chance, why not stop and think about your beliefs and evaluate them. See if they still meet you needs for living according to your standards. Find new things and see if they could become a belief, you could adapt to.

One Down......

When somethings got me down or I’ve fallen on my face. I chalk it up to, my shrug off: “One down and ten to go.” This leaves me with more room to move on. I find I’m using it more and more lately.

Believe..........

Many things come to mind, as I write this post. Mostly I find the reasons, come from within. Finding reasons to believe, are very hard to do, when you are so wrapped up in other feelings and locations of emotions. You may ask, what are we believing in on this subject or that? Well, it may be yourself, your mom, dad, sibling, a friend, mentor or great leader. Things that help us believe, come from the heart, inspiration, or just a incident that happened, waiting for us to see it. Believing in something gives us a reason to live our life daily, in the manner, we need to feel comfortable. If we believe, then there is a strength to carry us through any occurrence, we may come in contact with. To believe, is to have a reason or a value in which, to live and have hope of the future.

Welcome To My Blog.......

It’s a great world we live in. Just look at all the things available to do in this world. We have so much to be thankful for and so many things to see and do. How often do we find exactly what we’re looking for, only to find it later after we’ve already taken the next best thing. Going places and site seeing is a very wonderful past time. The efforts we make doing this, gives us the down time we need to relax, regroup and move forward in our everyday lives. Having so many subjects to choose from is a bonus to living in our world today. Many years ago, things weren’t as accessible to the people of this world. They had very crude sources to get things done in their world. Today, automation and electronics have established a new world of variety. We have it all and are still trying to find the best of everything. The future looks bright and keeping it all in prospective, will be a job for the generations yet to come. Good luck to all and during all of it, may they still find love, happiness and peace.