Hot
Attractive
Noticed me
Dancer... I hope!
Swimmer
UCoNN boy!
Mine for now...
Leaving...
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Canterberry Tales Relived!
I now mention our general of war
Who never fainted at the sight of gore.
Into battle he never rode alone
Fearless was he, our good General Cone
He was strong and tall, six foot three he was
And his uniform never held a fuzz
He led the men into war with a cry
“We won’t be the first ones to die!”
His boots all polished and his buttons prim
He was not a fellow you would call dim
The troops around Cone him called him good sir knight
If the need arose there would be a fight
Cone joined the pilgrimage to heal his wounds
Along the way he would sing out of tune
Any gambling the general would bid
But never would Cone bid against his kid.
His manners were always polite and nice
That was how he won his wife nicknamed ‘Spice’
For Christmas Cone would dress up in a suit
And delight all the children with his ‘loot.’
Since this was over seas he would bring books
And from the unlearned parents he’d get looks
Did he tell you how he earned his high rank?
It’s a tale he must tell you, to be frank
Monday, March 28, 2011
Dear My Dearest Darling Exes;
Dear Darling Exes,
I'm going to educate you about the difference in our sexes. You see, from the very beginning you've told me that you loved me, but my love would come with a fee. After wards, and I know this is true, you certainly got into trouble then, and right now, I no longer call you my good friend. Oh dearest dastardly heart, you really know how to pick the part. A foolish trick it did fall into once more, how you did burn me to the core! It was only a simple slip of the tongue, and with our laughter we did puncture our lungs! As it turned out she put you up to the tirade, all you wanted to do is (as I look at it now) get laid. A few later my heart mended once more, you happened to walk through the English department door. We had a friend in common, turns out she's now my best girl, but looking at you now, it only makes my hair curl. It started out nice and we were foolish and young, in class we covered for each other, often our minds went numb. We were on again and off again, off again then on, If we didn't have curfews on the phone we'd probably stay up talking until the dawn. Getting older and I suppose a little wiser I began to notice a few things, For instance that bracelet you made me, I think it started off as a ring! We broke up and that was that, don't forget, love, that I did help you get over your label of being 'fat.' You really weren't and that we both knew, I was still just one of the few. You told me to stop being a philosophical person, and after that remark, our relationship began to worsen. Fortunately you came along and (I wished) and righted the wrongs, alas I was wrong once more, my numbers were at four. You made matters worse and I was dragged to the office, and soon your enemies, once your friends, began to outnumber. I missed two others (and one I wish for all the best) which makes it at five, but this one did not last, but our friendship did not, like the rest, take a dive. Last but not least, before I left the high school, I once more took the role of a fool. Admit it though it was all your fault, and into my open wounds you did throw salt. I ran to him when it was over, and began once again, looking for a four leaf clover. He told me, and I'll never forget, I must have sex to grow up, and I kicked him to show him I wasn't a small threat. He persisted and I never relented, and a bad situation is one that I circumvented. Entering college I met you dear ex, but now, as you know, I'm sending you yet another (mental) hex. You said that I wasn't sexy enough, too young! too bold, and I needed to loosen up, and to you that night I only said 'yup.' For I realized then, and I'll never forget, that to you I'll never owe such a debt. For if you'll remember I ran to you for help, you told me to grow up and look at some self-help. Baloney I cried, and cry I did, and of your presence I did forbid. Last but not least the only man that has been kind, for he is the one that stay true to Suess, and he really does not mind. He was there when I needed help, when I cried and when I laughed, and was still impressed when I told him I was on a ship and new the nautical term for aft! We skiied and shopped, and on that one night, my heart had stopped. For a moment at least, you know how kisses go, and as a nicname you called me a monster, you're beast! Like before I saw you in a different light, and like any other couple we started a huge fight. I'm on the market once more, and if you miss me, next friday call me at four. Of course you might interpret this the wrong way, which often happens every day, but I know what I miss, and its the best friend kind of wish. You know who you are, dearest ex and I do bid you good night, but don't worry, in my untangled mind, your memories when squashed, won't put up a fight.
Sincerely,
An ex-girl friend who can see clearly.
I'm going to educate you about the difference in our sexes. You see, from the very beginning you've told me that you loved me, but my love would come with a fee. After wards, and I know this is true, you certainly got into trouble then, and right now, I no longer call you my good friend. Oh dearest dastardly heart, you really know how to pick the part. A foolish trick it did fall into once more, how you did burn me to the core! It was only a simple slip of the tongue, and with our laughter we did puncture our lungs! As it turned out she put you up to the tirade, all you wanted to do is (as I look at it now) get laid. A few later my heart mended once more, you happened to walk through the English department door. We had a friend in common, turns out she's now my best girl, but looking at you now, it only makes my hair curl. It started out nice and we were foolish and young, in class we covered for each other, often our minds went numb. We were on again and off again, off again then on, If we didn't have curfews on the phone we'd probably stay up talking until the dawn. Getting older and I suppose a little wiser I began to notice a few things, For instance that bracelet you made me, I think it started off as a ring! We broke up and that was that, don't forget, love, that I did help you get over your label of being 'fat.' You really weren't and that we both knew, I was still just one of the few. You told me to stop being a philosophical person, and after that remark, our relationship began to worsen. Fortunately you came along and (I wished) and righted the wrongs, alas I was wrong once more, my numbers were at four. You made matters worse and I was dragged to the office, and soon your enemies, once your friends, began to outnumber. I missed two others (and one I wish for all the best) which makes it at five, but this one did not last, but our friendship did not, like the rest, take a dive. Last but not least, before I left the high school, I once more took the role of a fool. Admit it though it was all your fault, and into my open wounds you did throw salt. I ran to him when it was over, and began once again, looking for a four leaf clover. He told me, and I'll never forget, I must have sex to grow up, and I kicked him to show him I wasn't a small threat. He persisted and I never relented, and a bad situation is one that I circumvented. Entering college I met you dear ex, but now, as you know, I'm sending you yet another (mental) hex. You said that I wasn't sexy enough, too young! too bold, and I needed to loosen up, and to you that night I only said 'yup.' For I realized then, and I'll never forget, that to you I'll never owe such a debt. For if you'll remember I ran to you for help, you told me to grow up and look at some self-help. Baloney I cried, and cry I did, and of your presence I did forbid. Last but not least the only man that has been kind, for he is the one that stay true to Suess, and he really does not mind. He was there when I needed help, when I cried and when I laughed, and was still impressed when I told him I was on a ship and new the nautical term for aft! We skiied and shopped, and on that one night, my heart had stopped. For a moment at least, you know how kisses go, and as a nicname you called me a monster, you're beast! Like before I saw you in a different light, and like any other couple we started a huge fight. I'm on the market once more, and if you miss me, next friday call me at four. Of course you might interpret this the wrong way, which often happens every day, but I know what I miss, and its the best friend kind of wish. You know who you are, dearest ex and I do bid you good night, but don't worry, in my untangled mind, your memories when squashed, won't put up a fight.
Sincerely,
An ex-girl friend who can see clearly.
No One Ever Knows
What is my identity?
No one ever knows.
Am I Italian? Hungarian? English? Or all?
My nose says Hungarian,
The bridge says Italian,
My name says English,
Ancestry.com says French-Canadian.
As well as my Grandmothers, aunt’s, last name.
I hold traditions in high regard,
From Christian beliefs, to how I set the table.
Who cooks the turkey? You can’t forget the homemade pie!
You sit on that side, she sits on the other,
The baby always makes the place markers.
We all go to church, we call ourselves Catholic.
We’ve been baptized, eaten our First Communion,
Been Confirmed, and the other generations have been Married.
Anointing of the Sick has occurred, and Funerals have too,
We hold all traditions in high regard, but have we made them all?
The old Santa sits in the Christmas tree, the deteriorating tinsel tucked away,
We all strive to be successful, becoming nurses, teachers, husbands and wives,
Leaders, achievers, graduates and award winners.
We lose some, we gain some, and we will love each other until the end.
I’ll tell a lie, I have an identity.
I’ll tell the truth, I have an identity.
Culturally and with my family I do, inside the home, where it belongs.
Outside and in society I do not, for not everyone understands,
Not even I understand why an identity matters.
No one ever knows.
Am I Italian? Hungarian? English? Or all?
My nose says Hungarian,
The bridge says Italian,
My name says English,
Ancestry.com says French-Canadian.
As well as my Grandmothers, aunt’s, last name.
I hold traditions in high regard,
From Christian beliefs, to how I set the table.
Who cooks the turkey? You can’t forget the homemade pie!
You sit on that side, she sits on the other,
The baby always makes the place markers.
We all go to church, we call ourselves Catholic.
We’ve been baptized, eaten our First Communion,
Been Confirmed, and the other generations have been Married.
Anointing of the Sick has occurred, and Funerals have too,
We hold all traditions in high regard, but have we made them all?
The old Santa sits in the Christmas tree, the deteriorating tinsel tucked away,
We all strive to be successful, becoming nurses, teachers, husbands and wives,
Leaders, achievers, graduates and award winners.
We lose some, we gain some, and we will love each other until the end.
I’ll tell a lie, I have an identity.
I’ll tell the truth, I have an identity.
Culturally and with my family I do, inside the home, where it belongs.
Outside and in society I do not, for not everyone understands,
Not even I understand why an identity matters.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Meeting
Housework, chores, whatever you name it, it has the same effect on the person that is doing it. After a while of running around the house that I had once loved, I had a wave of emotions flow over me and I had to sit down.
What was funny about the wall that was behind me, was that it seemed to be talking, like there were a number of voices just speaking out of it. Quite obviously there was a door somewhere, but the door that had once been there was sealed away. The frame was filled with the sticky white stuff that sometimes goes between the wall and the stuffy stuff to keep in the heat. Its sticky, smelly and apparantly kills, quickly, so its best to keep it away from your lungs.
As I was sitting I realized that the voices were not coming from behind the door, they were coming from within the door. The further scared me, I scooted as far as I could away from the door without reaching the landing and realized that I wasn't leaning against the first door, I was leaning against the wall between the two bedrooms. As I looked at the wall, it began to pulse, as if it was made of cloth and not sheetrock and cement. Becoming dizzy I closed my eyes and hung my head between my legs.
I had the sudden urge to look up and when I did had the strengh I swung my head upward and tried to focus on the polished brown shoes in front of me. As I stared, the right one began tapping impationatly.
I believed that I was dehydrated, because I asked the shoe, of all things, if I could have a drink of water for my splitting headache. The shoe, or so I thought, answered, "Get downstairs."
I refocoused and slowly looked up from the base, first the polished shoes, then the perfectly ironed brown pants, then a trimmed cumbersome, followed by a white buttondown covering a sunken chest then finally a small neck burrowed into a high coller. The neck was connected to a fairly small head, and the face that was this person looked very familiar. He had a small tight mouth, high arching eyebrows and thinning hair. He peered down at me from his specticles, the right eye's top frame was held together with thin strips of duct tape. Again I heard the tapping foot.
Frustrated the little man yanked me off of the balcony and propped me against the fabricated wall and began dusting me off while the whole time muttering about cold food. "Cold food," I said, "What does that have to do with anything?"
He gave my side one last frustrated brush and stood up to his full height, almost 5'4". Almost motherly he shooed me down the stairs with no direction, just the faint mumerings of 'cold food!'
What was funny about the wall that was behind me, was that it seemed to be talking, like there were a number of voices just speaking out of it. Quite obviously there was a door somewhere, but the door that had once been there was sealed away. The frame was filled with the sticky white stuff that sometimes goes between the wall and the stuffy stuff to keep in the heat. Its sticky, smelly and apparantly kills, quickly, so its best to keep it away from your lungs.
As I was sitting I realized that the voices were not coming from behind the door, they were coming from within the door. The further scared me, I scooted as far as I could away from the door without reaching the landing and realized that I wasn't leaning against the first door, I was leaning against the wall between the two bedrooms. As I looked at the wall, it began to pulse, as if it was made of cloth and not sheetrock and cement. Becoming dizzy I closed my eyes and hung my head between my legs.
I had the sudden urge to look up and when I did had the strengh I swung my head upward and tried to focus on the polished brown shoes in front of me. As I stared, the right one began tapping impationatly.
I believed that I was dehydrated, because I asked the shoe, of all things, if I could have a drink of water for my splitting headache. The shoe, or so I thought, answered, "Get downstairs."
I refocoused and slowly looked up from the base, first the polished shoes, then the perfectly ironed brown pants, then a trimmed cumbersome, followed by a white buttondown covering a sunken chest then finally a small neck burrowed into a high coller. The neck was connected to a fairly small head, and the face that was this person looked very familiar. He had a small tight mouth, high arching eyebrows and thinning hair. He peered down at me from his specticles, the right eye's top frame was held together with thin strips of duct tape. Again I heard the tapping foot.
Frustrated the little man yanked me off of the balcony and propped me against the fabricated wall and began dusting me off while the whole time muttering about cold food. "Cold food," I said, "What does that have to do with anything?"
He gave my side one last frustrated brush and stood up to his full height, almost 5'4". Almost motherly he shooed me down the stairs with no direction, just the faint mumerings of 'cold food!'
Friday, March 25, 2011
To Be 6 Again....
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.
'I'd like to be six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day!
He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later, they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a Mc Donald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!
Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being six again?'
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size, you idiot!!!'
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
SEND THIS TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH
'I'd like to be six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day!
He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later, they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a Mc Donald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!
Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being six again?'
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size, you idiot!!!'
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
SEND THIS TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Windowblinds
I've got polar bears in my window
And a painting on the sash
A rubber ducky on my wall
And a family on the shelf
A new laptop on the desk
And a landline to keep it company
Theres a bear looking at me
From its perch on the pillow
The werewolf stares into space
In his human form
There are ninjas on my gmail page
And a pooh bear is on my bed
With Tigger not far behind
Out side the lights turn on
And the police cars go flashing by
A train is heard on the horizon
Bringing a new shipment into town
A motercycle idles at the stop light
And a frustrated driver beeps through.
Life alone seems so empty
With only stuffed animals to hold
And pictures to look at
Hearing noise outside the window
Laughtor needs to be shared
Smiles need to be seen
Come on in my friend
Life is full when you are around
And a painting on the sash
A rubber ducky on my wall
And a family on the shelf
A new laptop on the desk
And a landline to keep it company
Theres a bear looking at me
From its perch on the pillow
The werewolf stares into space
In his human form
There are ninjas on my gmail page
And a pooh bear is on my bed
With Tigger not far behind
Out side the lights turn on
And the police cars go flashing by
A train is heard on the horizon
Bringing a new shipment into town
A motercycle idles at the stop light
And a frustrated driver beeps through.
Life alone seems so empty
With only stuffed animals to hold
And pictures to look at
Hearing noise outside the window
Laughtor needs to be shared
Smiles need to be seen
Come on in my friend
Life is full when you are around
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
CT Girls!
Sweet girls come from the south,
Barbies come from CA,
But we Connecticut girls have fire and ice in our blood! We can drive in the snow,
Handle the cold,
Beat the heat,
Be a princess,
Throw a right hook and drink with the boys!
We can cook a wicked good meal and
If we have an opinion.....
You can bet your ass you're gonna hear it!
- repost if you're a Connecticut girl!!
Barbies come from CA,
But we Connecticut girls have fire and ice in our blood! We can drive in the snow,
Handle the cold,
Beat the heat,
Be a princess,
Throw a right hook and drink with the boys!
We can cook a wicked good meal and
If we have an opinion.....
You can bet your ass you're gonna hear it!
- repost if you're a Connecticut girl!!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Jaws Part II
Chapter 15
Jaws
By: Peter Benchley
“Hey Jeffery!”
“What?”
“Look what I found!”
The smaller of the two boys hauled into the small canoe a flotation device.
“I think it’s for a lobster trap.”
“I doubt it Chris. Look, it’s too big and heavy to be for a trap. Let’s try to haul it up anyways. Maybe it’s a giant hook and on it it’s got fish!”
Quickly the two boys pulled on the rope to haul up the cargo on the end. Slowly, the object on the bottom was coming up. The water was too murky to see what the real thing was, but at the moment it felt and looked like a sack of potatoes.
“Jeff? *Grunt* Can we *pant* take a *pant* break?
“Look, *pant* it’s almost at the surface, *pant* can you *pant* hold out ten more seconds?”
“Fine, *pant* oh, *pant* here it *pant* comes!”
Both boys grunted in unison to bring up the mysterious object to the top. Floating to the movement of the waves was brown grass. On its sides it had….
“Chris! Don’t touch it!! It’s a… It’s a ….” Poor Jeffery couldn’t get the words out, he was so terrified. He knew what the object was that was on the end of the rope. There was an article on it just the other day. “Don’t touch it!!”
Jeffery innocently pushed the side of the object with his hand. It felt cold and slimy and little like wet cloth. In a response to his push, the object flipped over to reveal what lay on its lower side.
“AAAaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!”
The boys screamed in unison. They through the buoy back overboard and rowed back to shore as fast as they could.
The corpse that was on the end of the line leered up at the sky as it drifted back down to the depths. The body no longer looked like the man that it was only a few short hours ago. Quint was his name, now he was just dinner to the fish that he used to catch for himself. His body had been eaten by the fish in the area. By the time the police come with Brody, the last man to see him alive, there won’t be any thing left except for a tattered rope and bits of cloth.
Epilogue
The two boys had rowed to shore as fast as they could. Their first impulse when they reached land was to throw up on to the beach. Never before in their lives had they seen something as disgusting as that. Then again, in their small town of Amity Amity
Monday, March 21, 2011
Topsy-yvruT
More questions, seriously no answers. I was stumped. Walking around the house I suddenly had the feeling that I was about to get into trouble. Very big trouble. I had a flashback to when I was sitting in a stadium taking pictures of the concert, and a one of the attendants started pointing at me, almost accusingly. I pretended to not see him and put away my camera quickly. Fortunately he wasn't eyeing me, he was eyeing the other attendant and trying to get her attention for some reason. I had that same exact feeling in my throat about this.
I ducked into the nearest doorway, just to be out of the way, you never knew what was behind these walls. As I opened the door someone walked through dressed fairly royally and pushed a tray into my hand. He pointed to the stairs and whispered 'room 2B' then shut the door right behind him.
I cautiously went back down the hallway I was just avoiding and came to a flight of stairs. I must have looked very awkward carrying a tray of food and wearing a backpack full of food. Going up the stairs I saw a table so I left the tray there and hid again behind a statue of some sort to see where I was. And to also see if I could hide my backpack so I could take the place of a servant if need be.
After five minutes nothing had happened, not even a creak was heard, it was as if the entire building was holding its breath for some reason.
I dropped by careworn backpack behind the statue, not like anyone was going to look behind it anyways, and stole back over to the tray of food. As I was picking it up, another man walked up the stairs. Trying to act busy I pretended to check the temperature of the food.
He barked at me "What is taking you so long? Take it to them now!" He pushed me towards the room marked 2B and shoved me inside. I noticed a minute later that he was dressed in fine clothes as well. I imagined that these people were so rich that they dressed their servants decently as well. I was wrong in this assumption as well. I was not mistaken for a servant in my ragtag clothes. I was mistaken for a person of high importance.
In this Topsy-turvy level of the house, the generals and men of power served the lowly class servants, who wore their clothes, ate their food and had basic run of the house. Sure when the generals and other men and women of higher authority went to work they still held their authority, but they had to do the work them selves. There were no servants, secretary's or coffee boys. They were forced to do the work themselves, as well as take care of the house and home, and eat the scraps off of the servants dish. There was no name for this kind of world, it was democratic, or communist, it was odd.
I was fortunate to have food in my bag, but how was I going to retrieve it when forced to be in a room of servants and other people of power? I couldn't get away from the housework they forced upon me!
Help!
I ducked into the nearest doorway, just to be out of the way, you never knew what was behind these walls. As I opened the door someone walked through dressed fairly royally and pushed a tray into my hand. He pointed to the stairs and whispered 'room 2B' then shut the door right behind him.
I cautiously went back down the hallway I was just avoiding and came to a flight of stairs. I must have looked very awkward carrying a tray of food and wearing a backpack full of food. Going up the stairs I saw a table so I left the tray there and hid again behind a statue of some sort to see where I was. And to also see if I could hide my backpack so I could take the place of a servant if need be.
After five minutes nothing had happened, not even a creak was heard, it was as if the entire building was holding its breath for some reason.
I dropped by careworn backpack behind the statue, not like anyone was going to look behind it anyways, and stole back over to the tray of food. As I was picking it up, another man walked up the stairs. Trying to act busy I pretended to check the temperature of the food.
He barked at me "What is taking you so long? Take it to them now!" He pushed me towards the room marked 2B and shoved me inside. I noticed a minute later that he was dressed in fine clothes as well. I imagined that these people were so rich that they dressed their servants decently as well. I was wrong in this assumption as well. I was not mistaken for a servant in my ragtag clothes. I was mistaken for a person of high importance.
In this Topsy-turvy level of the house, the generals and men of power served the lowly class servants, who wore their clothes, ate their food and had basic run of the house. Sure when the generals and other men and women of higher authority went to work they still held their authority, but they had to do the work them selves. There were no servants, secretary's or coffee boys. They were forced to do the work themselves, as well as take care of the house and home, and eat the scraps off of the servants dish. There was no name for this kind of world, it was democratic, or communist, it was odd.
I was fortunate to have food in my bag, but how was I going to retrieve it when forced to be in a room of servants and other people of power? I couldn't get away from the housework they forced upon me!
Help!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Gypsy
I want to be Esmeralda
She was rescued by her faith in the church
By the handsome man
And best friends with the monster
She was fearless, intelligent and sexy
I want to be Esmeralda
I want to be Ariel
She was rescued by her faith
By the handsome man
And best friends with the outcasts
She was fearless, beautiful and smart
I want to be Ariel
I want to be Belle
She was rescued by her faith
By the misfits
And fell in love with the man behind the beast
She was patient, kind and headstrong
I want to be Belle
I want to be Snow White
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
And befriended the social outcasts
She was naive, loving and beautiful
I want to be Snow White
I want to be Aurora
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
She was raised in secret
Becoming innocent, trusting and beautiful
I want to be Aurora
I want to be Cinderella
She was rescued by her faith
By a trick of fate
She befriended the little ones
She became a free thinker, creative and strong
I want to be Cinderella
I want to be Jasmine
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
She fell in love with her best friend
She became free, unconstrained and powerful
I want be Jasmine
I want to be a Gypsy
Be rescued by my faith
And by a handsome man
I want to fall in love with my best friend
Be beautiful, strong and forgiving
I want to be... me.
She was rescued by her faith in the church
By the handsome man
And best friends with the monster
She was fearless, intelligent and sexy
I want to be Esmeralda
I want to be Ariel
She was rescued by her faith
By the handsome man
And best friends with the outcasts
She was fearless, beautiful and smart
I want to be Ariel
I want to be Belle
She was rescued by her faith
By the misfits
And fell in love with the man behind the beast
She was patient, kind and headstrong
I want to be Belle
I want to be Snow White
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
And befriended the social outcasts
She was naive, loving and beautiful
I want to be Snow White
I want to be Aurora
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
She was raised in secret
Becoming innocent, trusting and beautiful
I want to be Aurora
I want to be Cinderella
She was rescued by her faith
By a trick of fate
She befriended the little ones
She became a free thinker, creative and strong
I want to be Cinderella
I want to be Jasmine
She was rescued by her faith
By a handsome man
She fell in love with her best friend
She became free, unconstrained and powerful
I want be Jasmine
I want to be a Gypsy
Be rescued by my faith
And by a handsome man
I want to fall in love with my best friend
Be beautiful, strong and forgiving
I want to be... me.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Grumio
COCKS PASSION!
I said it, I swore, I whispered it, spoke it, a little louder then I SCREAMED IT. And as a result I got the part. Another part. The theater called me back. I wasn't satisfied with dancing, laying still or prancing around in a dog suit. It was time to find a part where I had a bigger role to play. I wanted a big enough role where I had a microphone, and I was heard without having to scram into the auditorium. That was my dream, would it come true? I wanted to be center stage, have the leading role, be able to be seen, be heard, be remembered! I still feel that it is not here yet... I am... still a servant.
I got the role because I was the happy fool who could portray the funny lines. Almost eh comical relief in the comical play. What more could one ask for? I did not know. What a funny person! A young innocent fool who got rid of the evil Catherine from the last play and was in a happier world because she knew how to control the Catherine and she know how to send her away when needed.
Once again the role changed. I was told that I was the happy disgruntled fool. But only in the beginning. But what was I told now? I only had the funny comical lines but I was a downtrodden, servant who was always being beaten up, no way out and no way that I could find a better position. I was forced to be with my master since perhaps birth, and was friends with his friends and so forth but I had no friends. I was beaten up and picked on but it wasn't my fault. I didn't understand, and there was no where else for me to go so I send in jabs, I teased, I tortured with words and I tempted the new ones in the household. Broke them in you might say. My character morphed into something else, and once again Grumio was a part of me.
In my Grumio state I could see myself doing these things. I was downtrodden, walked over and pushed aside without more than a backward glance. I spate out vile things to scare the newbies because I needed someone to vent to. I was manipulative in what I wanted, used their wants to get my needs. Words can do so much damage in so little time. You hardly needed to say three words and you could finish off a persons self esteem for the day. There were those that I despised everywhere, but I tried my best to keep my mouth in check, until I was landed with this role. Then I opened my mouth, told those who needed to hear my opinion of them and what I truly thought of their behaviours.
Funny thing about behaviours though, you can be born with them, or you can adapt. Learning to adapt? You have to adapt in order to survive, there was no other way around it. Welcome to the land of adapting. You want a fight? I'll give you a fight. You want a hug? I'll give you a hug. You want a cup of coffee and say nothing? Sweetheart I'll even do that for you.
What I'm accepting is that there is a name for every characteristic that I have. Grumio is the downtrodden servant, his only weapon is his sharp tongue and quick whit. Attack the younger, weaker bodies, while you can. Soon they in turn will adapt and become the same before you know it.
I have to keep my Grumio in check, as well as my Catherine. If not, I may become a shadow of my former self and succumb to others attitudes and charades.
I cannot afford to do that. Can you?
I said it, I swore, I whispered it, spoke it, a little louder then I SCREAMED IT. And as a result I got the part. Another part. The theater called me back. I wasn't satisfied with dancing, laying still or prancing around in a dog suit. It was time to find a part where I had a bigger role to play. I wanted a big enough role where I had a microphone, and I was heard without having to scram into the auditorium. That was my dream, would it come true? I wanted to be center stage, have the leading role, be able to be seen, be heard, be remembered! I still feel that it is not here yet... I am... still a servant.
I got the role because I was the happy fool who could portray the funny lines. Almost eh comical relief in the comical play. What more could one ask for? I did not know. What a funny person! A young innocent fool who got rid of the evil Catherine from the last play and was in a happier world because she knew how to control the Catherine and she know how to send her away when needed.
Once again the role changed. I was told that I was the happy disgruntled fool. But only in the beginning. But what was I told now? I only had the funny comical lines but I was a downtrodden, servant who was always being beaten up, no way out and no way that I could find a better position. I was forced to be with my master since perhaps birth, and was friends with his friends and so forth but I had no friends. I was beaten up and picked on but it wasn't my fault. I didn't understand, and there was no where else for me to go so I send in jabs, I teased, I tortured with words and I tempted the new ones in the household. Broke them in you might say. My character morphed into something else, and once again Grumio was a part of me.
In my Grumio state I could see myself doing these things. I was downtrodden, walked over and pushed aside without more than a backward glance. I spate out vile things to scare the newbies because I needed someone to vent to. I was manipulative in what I wanted, used their wants to get my needs. Words can do so much damage in so little time. You hardly needed to say three words and you could finish off a persons self esteem for the day. There were those that I despised everywhere, but I tried my best to keep my mouth in check, until I was landed with this role. Then I opened my mouth, told those who needed to hear my opinion of them and what I truly thought of their behaviours.
Funny thing about behaviours though, you can be born with them, or you can adapt. Learning to adapt? You have to adapt in order to survive, there was no other way around it. Welcome to the land of adapting. You want a fight? I'll give you a fight. You want a hug? I'll give you a hug. You want a cup of coffee and say nothing? Sweetheart I'll even do that for you.
What I'm accepting is that there is a name for every characteristic that I have. Grumio is the downtrodden servant, his only weapon is his sharp tongue and quick whit. Attack the younger, weaker bodies, while you can. Soon they in turn will adapt and become the same before you know it.
I have to keep my Grumio in check, as well as my Catherine. If not, I may become a shadow of my former self and succumb to others attitudes and charades.
I cannot afford to do that. Can you?
Friday, March 18, 2011
Catherine
The role I played was a young girl, fourteen years, snippy, peevish, snob, rich and mean. Meaner than mean. Oh you just bought that dress? It looks so ugly on you, you wouldn't believe. And your hair cut! Here let me fix it! Snip, oops, at last it looks better on you, giggle giggle.
Rude, mean and only in one scene. She was pissed about that too. Really pissed. Swore off stage and tripped another girl pissed. But lucky it worked out for everyone because it worked with the sound effects.
Problem was, I became that person, mean, snappy, swearing and being rude. What had come over me? It wasn't me to be this mean, it wasn't me to be this rude, it wasn't me to be this... this arghh! But Catherine had become me and I had become Catherine. I brought it to work, to school, in my dorm room and every where else I went. I was short tempered, rude and always looking like I was ready to shoot someone or myself in the foot for one reason or another.
I couldn't let it happen again, I couldn't the theatre ruin me again. Before I was a dancing, singing fool who followed directions and jumped when the big shot said jump. What else was there to do? The play ended, we closed up shot, we finished off the year and we all went home. Over the next month my adopted persona seemed to have evaporated and I hoped for good. I put a name to those characteristics, Catherine, if I knew that I was acting off and not myself I told the character Catherine to go away and let my personal self come back. What else could I say?
The theater had changed me, and it wasn't just the cast. It was the character that changed me, not the play. Defying teachers, picking on classmates... I had to stop. Catherine is around, she'll rear her ugly braided head once in a while but I know that I can kick her back down. It's all I can do right now.
My meanness is called Catherine. If you see her instead of me, tell her to go away and send back the person that you know and love. It would benefit us all.
Rude, mean and only in one scene. She was pissed about that too. Really pissed. Swore off stage and tripped another girl pissed. But lucky it worked out for everyone because it worked with the sound effects.
Problem was, I became that person, mean, snappy, swearing and being rude. What had come over me? It wasn't me to be this mean, it wasn't me to be this rude, it wasn't me to be this... this arghh! But Catherine had become me and I had become Catherine. I brought it to work, to school, in my dorm room and every where else I went. I was short tempered, rude and always looking like I was ready to shoot someone or myself in the foot for one reason or another.
I couldn't let it happen again, I couldn't the theatre ruin me again. Before I was a dancing, singing fool who followed directions and jumped when the big shot said jump. What else was there to do? The play ended, we closed up shot, we finished off the year and we all went home. Over the next month my adopted persona seemed to have evaporated and I hoped for good. I put a name to those characteristics, Catherine, if I knew that I was acting off and not myself I told the character Catherine to go away and let my personal self come back. What else could I say?
The theater had changed me, and it wasn't just the cast. It was the character that changed me, not the play. Defying teachers, picking on classmates... I had to stop. Catherine is around, she'll rear her ugly braided head once in a while but I know that I can kick her back down. It's all I can do right now.
My meanness is called Catherine. If you see her instead of me, tell her to go away and send back the person that you know and love. It would benefit us all.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men.....
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in..
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give..
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
God doesn't give you the people you want; He gives you the people you NEED... to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in..
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give..
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Please pass this along to all your women friends and relatives to remind them just how amazing they are.
Please pass this along to all your women friends and relatives to remind them just how amazing they are.
God doesn't give you the people you want; He gives you the people you NEED... to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
A Mirror or a 2-Way Glass?
How can you tell when you are in a room, restroom, motel, etc. with a mirror or a 2-way glass?
Here's how: It is quite interesting! And I know in about 30 seconds you're going to do what I did; find the nearest mirror.
Do you know how to determine if a mirror is 2-way or not? A policewoman who travels all over the US and gives seminars and techniques for businesswomen passed this on.
When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc., how many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror (i.e., they can see you, but you can't see them)? There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors in female changing rooms. It is very difficult to positively identify the surface by looking at it.
So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what type of mirror we are looking at?
Just conduct this simple test:
Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective surface and if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail, then it is GENUINE mirror. However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of your nail, then BEWARE!
Here's how: It is quite interesting! And I know in about 30 seconds you're going to do what I did; find the nearest mirror.
Do you know how to determine if a mirror is 2-way or not? A policewoman who travels all over the US and gives seminars and techniques for businesswomen passed this on.
When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc., how many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror (i.e., they can see you, but you can't see them)? There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors in female changing rooms. It is very difficult to positively identify the surface by looking at it.
So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what type of mirror we are looking at?
Just conduct this simple test:
Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective surface and if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail, then it is GENUINE mirror. However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of your nail, then BEWARE!
IT IS A 2-WAY MIRROR! (as in above pix)
"No Space, Leave the Place."
Remember, every time you see a mirror, do the "fingernail test."
It doesn't cost you anything.
REMEMBER:
No Space, Leave the Place.
Ladies: Share this with your girlfriends, sisters, daughters, et. al.
Men: Share this with your wives, daughters, daughters-in-law, mothers, girlfriends and/or friends.
"No Space, Leave the Place."
Remember, every time you see a mirror, do the "fingernail test."
It doesn't cost you anything.
REMEMBER:
No Space, Leave the Place.
Ladies: Share this with your girlfriends, sisters, daughters, et. al.
Men: Share this with your wives, daughters, daughters-in-law, mothers, girlfriends and/or friends.
Shure
These days it seem that common sense and courtesy is dead
All criminals must be well fed,
And toys created in China are all painted with lead.
If the child cries pamper them until they stop,
but Its still like leaving a bull alone in the china shop,
have you noticed how children no longer want to trust a cop?
Violence is rampant, sex is too,
Frankly I believe that I’m one of the few,
Who falls victim to the unfair curfew.
This honestly has to stop in its tracks,
Because order is what this country lacks,
Just look at our adolescents, Look how they act!
Dear President, I plead
Please plant the right seed!
I wish that none of these kids in the future will lead!
Fashion statements are beginning to get out of hand,
Oh sure we have the freedom of the land,
But if you think about it, todays administration will all soon be canned!
Lock up the kids and don’t let them out,
No matter how much they scream or shout,
Or call you names such as grandma or a lout.
Prevent the early pregnancies, and the unwated broken dreams,
Stop all the youngin’ from unraveling from the seams,
Halt thier undoings even if its with 2x4 wooden beams.
I pray to all that listen and want to be heard,
Even to the adults that want to be ma’am or sirred.
And don’t give me the yea, ahuh, or quick ‘sure’d’
Its time to face the facts and know that my fight is undeterred.
All criminals must be well fed,
And toys created in China are all painted with lead.
If the child cries pamper them until they stop,
but Its still like leaving a bull alone in the china shop,
have you noticed how children no longer want to trust a cop?
Violence is rampant, sex is too,
Frankly I believe that I’m one of the few,
Who falls victim to the unfair curfew.
This honestly has to stop in its tracks,
Because order is what this country lacks,
Just look at our adolescents, Look how they act!
Dear President, I plead
Please plant the right seed!
I wish that none of these kids in the future will lead!
Fashion statements are beginning to get out of hand,
Oh sure we have the freedom of the land,
But if you think about it, todays administration will all soon be canned!
Lock up the kids and don’t let them out,
No matter how much they scream or shout,
Or call you names such as grandma or a lout.
Prevent the early pregnancies, and the unwated broken dreams,
Stop all the youngin’ from unraveling from the seams,
Halt thier undoings even if its with 2x4 wooden beams.
I pray to all that listen and want to be heard,
Even to the adults that want to be ma’am or sirred.
And don’t give me the yea, ahuh, or quick ‘sure’d’
Its time to face the facts and know that my fight is undeterred.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Dead Poet Society
Incredible Incredible Incredible Movie!
"Carpe Diem lads. Sieze the day. Make your lives Extradinary!"
Robin Williams is an amazing actor and will always be amazing. He is the teacher at the prep school that is focused on keeping the boys centered on conformity. Robin Williams? A conformist? Hah! He turns one class upside down with his theory of Carpe Diem... SIEZE THE DAY! Of course like with any movie with Williams the students, patients, or whomever absolutely loves him but not the admistrative staff. This starts off from the first day of school. During the school year, about four months, the boys also decide to restart a club called "The Dead Poet Society" reciting poems, causing a little bit of trouble and pulling off 'Midsummer Nights Dream." Concerned parents, hyperactive hormanic teenagers, and good laughs and as always a heartwrenching ending.
Beautiful movie that I hope to someday own.
"Carpe Diem lads. Sieze the day. Make your lives Extradinary!"
Robin Williams is an amazing actor and will always be amazing. He is the teacher at the prep school that is focused on keeping the boys centered on conformity. Robin Williams? A conformist? Hah! He turns one class upside down with his theory of Carpe Diem... SIEZE THE DAY! Of course like with any movie with Williams the students, patients, or whomever absolutely loves him but not the admistrative staff. This starts off from the first day of school. During the school year, about four months, the boys also decide to restart a club called "The Dead Poet Society" reciting poems, causing a little bit of trouble and pulling off 'Midsummer Nights Dream." Concerned parents, hyperactive hormanic teenagers, and good laughs and as always a heartwrenching ending.
Beautiful movie that I hope to someday own.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Love From a Concerned Cop
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one's daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation... This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, everyone you know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon
Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body.If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you.... Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION
Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body.If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you.... Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after
shopping, eating, working, etc.., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR , LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it . As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
shopping, eating, working, etc.., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR , LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it . As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a
running target)4 in 100 times; and even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
running target)4 in 100 times; and even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and
he called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird.... The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door..' The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.
he called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird.... The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door..' The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.
10. Water scam! If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a
burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate and then attack.
burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate and then attack.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors! Please pass this on, This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on America 's Most Wanted when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana. I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle.. I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well. Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it's better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one's life.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Subject: Fatima
THIS WEEK begins the 90th Anniversary of the apparition of the Virgin of
Fatima : When you read this say a Hail Mary and ask for a special
favor.
"Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among
women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our
death, Amen.? (your request)
Please do not break the Novena, mention to 12 people you think deserve
justice, peace, love, health, prosperity and truth.
Fatima : When you read this say a Hail Mary and ask for a special
favor.
"Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among
women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our
death, Amen.? (your request)
Please do not break the Novena, mention to 12 people you think deserve
justice, peace, love, health, prosperity and truth.
When you are down to nothing, God is up to something.
Windex tip
But they say, If you ever get the sudden urge to run around naked, You should sniff some Windex first. It'll keep you from streaking. |
Have a Great Day!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The Song
I was listening to the song that we sang together.. hummed together.. preformed together.
All of a sudden I realized that I was singing from "The Door is Open like the real lyrics said to "The Heart is Open..." and I started crying....
For the Heart is Open... why don't you just come on in?
Why don't you come back in and break it again?
Why don't you come back in and say it once more?
Why don't you break it into tiny pieces again?
You wouldn't, you're too good of a gentleman.
My mind is open... why don't you just go right in?
Why don't you question what I think and say?
Why don't you not believe what I do or show?
Why don't you try to love again?
You wouldn't you're too kind and gentle.
All of a sudden I realized that I was singing from "The Door is Open like the real lyrics said to "The Heart is Open..." and I started crying....
For the Heart is Open... why don't you just come on in?
Why don't you come back in and break it again?
Why don't you come back in and say it once more?
Why don't you break it into tiny pieces again?
You wouldn't, you're too good of a gentleman.
My mind is open... why don't you just go right in?
Why don't you question what I think and say?
Why don't you not believe what I do or show?
Why don't you try to love again?
You wouldn't you're too kind and gentle.
Relief
Turn on the news. Go on, I dare you. Now count how many negative impacts they highlight in society today. I'd say roughly every case and file was negative, no? This is SAD society. Truly SAD.
I do hope that Japan can heal after the tsunami and earthquake.
I pray for peace in the Middle East.
In the homes I pray for forgiveness for the abused and neglected children.
For the families that are hurting in the world, I pray for their pains to lessen.
I say a silent prayer to all the men and women out there risking their lives for our own.
I pray for Haiti to rebuild and to heal.
For the children that are driven out in droves from Burma, I pray for their safety.
Every melinnulum, every century, every decade, every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minuete, of every second someone somewhere out there in the world is hurting in one way or another.
Places plead for cash to protect the innocent. Send in relief funds! We need the money to help those that are most unfortunate! Sympathize when you see the picture of the two month old crying for his mother. Feel your heart tug when you see an infant on her sisters back, not over the age of seven scrounging for food. Send these childrens, adults, animals and trees money to survive.
We see these commercials, pleas advertisments every day. On TV, on the buses and in your newspaper. People talk about it, use cell phones, talk on the radio, and sneak it into childrens studies. We tell our children, eat up your broccali, someone out there cant afford thier broccali so you get to eat it.
Unfortunetly this is how it is. We live in a world where there is a division between the fortunate and the less fortunate. The fortunate sympathize and send money, clothes and food. The less fortunate are welcoming the help, yet what the media doesn't cover is how the help is not reaching the people who need it the most. Great we did our part, we sent in $10, but how much of it actually helps? How much of it actually reaches the people? How much of it goes into some one elses pocket?
We send more and more relief to countries that do need the help and yet on closer inspection they are still struggling. They are still hungry, still thirsty, still in need. They don't just want sympathy, they want help.
Houses are being built, makeshift hospitals are being set up, schools are revamped but does this appease the growing hunger? Does this truly help?
I saw a commercial today asking of me $19 to save an animal from being beaten. $19 a week. I can calculate where the money is going, to the food, to the facility then finally to the caretakers. I can see that. Probably a dollar here or there to take care of medical needs, blankets, dog collars and the like.
Apply that to the relief funds. If every person gave a dollar to the relief funds, well in my state that would be roughly 5 million dollars. $5,000,000. If we send that to Haiti then there can be more food bought, more houses raised, more schools built for the children, more everything. However, why does only $1 billion get to them? Where is the rest of the money going? This was in last weeks news. Where did the money go?
I want to do my part in helping the world, but I would rather do it in a way where I can see my labor go into a good cause. I would rather be there building houses than giving $10 so I can see where it goes. I would rather buy the food and sit down with the family than send off the money to an organization that obviously has the money if they are making posters, doing advertisements and radio ads.
I know I'm young but I see this as an issue.
We are all humans and we all have to share this planet. We should all get our hands dirty, down right dirty where our hands down go back to thier natural color for a week. Down a dirty where we have splinters, bruises and blisters digging into our skins. Working so hard we cannot be recognized when leaving the site, walking away with our heads held high and our eyes sparkling. Because we know that we did a good job and we helped out our neighbors. We got down there in the dirt and built a foundation. We built the walls, the windowframes and the roof. We dug into the earth the flowers, the roads the schools, the post offices, the stores. Instead of cold, hard, unfeeling cash we need to be giving, warm and helpful humans.
Please, if we do not start helping now, what will the world look like in a moment, in a month, a year, a decade? Will we recognize what we grew up in? What we taught and worked in?
What will you do?
I do hope that Japan can heal after the tsunami and earthquake.
I pray for peace in the Middle East.
In the homes I pray for forgiveness for the abused and neglected children.
For the families that are hurting in the world, I pray for their pains to lessen.
I say a silent prayer to all the men and women out there risking their lives for our own.
I pray for Haiti to rebuild and to heal.
For the children that are driven out in droves from Burma, I pray for their safety.
Every melinnulum, every century, every decade, every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minuete, of every second someone somewhere out there in the world is hurting in one way or another.
Places plead for cash to protect the innocent. Send in relief funds! We need the money to help those that are most unfortunate! Sympathize when you see the picture of the two month old crying for his mother. Feel your heart tug when you see an infant on her sisters back, not over the age of seven scrounging for food. Send these childrens, adults, animals and trees money to survive.
We see these commercials, pleas advertisments every day. On TV, on the buses and in your newspaper. People talk about it, use cell phones, talk on the radio, and sneak it into childrens studies. We tell our children, eat up your broccali, someone out there cant afford thier broccali so you get to eat it.
Unfortunetly this is how it is. We live in a world where there is a division between the fortunate and the less fortunate. The fortunate sympathize and send money, clothes and food. The less fortunate are welcoming the help, yet what the media doesn't cover is how the help is not reaching the people who need it the most. Great we did our part, we sent in $10, but how much of it actually helps? How much of it actually reaches the people? How much of it goes into some one elses pocket?
We send more and more relief to countries that do need the help and yet on closer inspection they are still struggling. They are still hungry, still thirsty, still in need. They don't just want sympathy, they want help.
Houses are being built, makeshift hospitals are being set up, schools are revamped but does this appease the growing hunger? Does this truly help?
I saw a commercial today asking of me $19 to save an animal from being beaten. $19 a week. I can calculate where the money is going, to the food, to the facility then finally to the caretakers. I can see that. Probably a dollar here or there to take care of medical needs, blankets, dog collars and the like.
Apply that to the relief funds. If every person gave a dollar to the relief funds, well in my state that would be roughly 5 million dollars. $5,000,000. If we send that to Haiti then there can be more food bought, more houses raised, more schools built for the children, more everything. However, why does only $1 billion get to them? Where is the rest of the money going? This was in last weeks news. Where did the money go?
I want to do my part in helping the world, but I would rather do it in a way where I can see my labor go into a good cause. I would rather be there building houses than giving $10 so I can see where it goes. I would rather buy the food and sit down with the family than send off the money to an organization that obviously has the money if they are making posters, doing advertisements and radio ads.
I know I'm young but I see this as an issue.
We are all humans and we all have to share this planet. We should all get our hands dirty, down right dirty where our hands down go back to thier natural color for a week. Down a dirty where we have splinters, bruises and blisters digging into our skins. Working so hard we cannot be recognized when leaving the site, walking away with our heads held high and our eyes sparkling. Because we know that we did a good job and we helped out our neighbors. We got down there in the dirt and built a foundation. We built the walls, the windowframes and the roof. We dug into the earth the flowers, the roads the schools, the post offices, the stores. Instead of cold, hard, unfeeling cash we need to be giving, warm and helpful humans.
Please, if we do not start helping now, what will the world look like in a moment, in a month, a year, a decade? Will we recognize what we grew up in? What we taught and worked in?
What will you do?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Last Night
Any ordinary night ends pretty much the same ordinary way. A few texts of fake love and sincere good nights. Last minute questions and reminders for the morning. Say good night, put the phone on vibrate, read a few chapters then crawl into bed. A pretty routine schedule. Off goes the light and I wait for sleep to come.
Last night was no ordinary night. I did not receive the ordinary good night text, or read the ordinary chapter. The light didn't go off as usual and the rain just seemed to continue. I couldn't fall asleep, I was too hot, too cold, too... something was wrong.
I answered the messages then received a different one off the bat. I raced out into the living area and was prepared to answer the phone. Small talk ensued, I was happy. 1 a.m. small talk I could handle.
Small talk I could handle. But news, news that hits you in the gut, drives out all other thoughts, clams up your hands, makes your knees weak and your head spin, that was what I received after the small talk was over.
The heater tuned out, the clamor upstairs dimmed out, the couch with its comfy cushion felt as hard as a board of wood, the chill that I was fighting crept down my back and into my internals.
In a shocked voice I whispered the callers name into the mouth piece, there was no more that I could say, what was there to say? Quickly the caller changed the morbid topic and with a fake high laugh I went along with it. I heard a yawn, it made me yawn and the caller hung up the phone, promising to call back in the morning.
Walking back to bed I felt numb, scared and awake. I barely remember how I crawled back into bed, the first time. There was nothing I could do, I thought. The feathers on the ceiling fluttered from the heat emanating from the radiator on the floor, reminding me of less worrisome times.
Knowing what I had to do then I flipped the sheets back and raced out of bed. The flashlight clicked on and I dug into my drawers to find my Bible, the best source to ask my questions. I opened the new pages and let my fingers find the page. With growing pain I ran my finger down the page and stopped on a passage. In my tear filled eyes I found the passage, "... men are beasts." He had presented me with the words I needed.
The words I needed told me of how all things happen for a reason. For every good action in the world, there is an opposite bad action. Unfortunately it had come full circle.
For every birth there is a death, for every death there is a birth. For every penny that is earned someone else loses one. For every penny lost there is another gained. For every blessing there is a curse, and for every curse there is a blessing.
This is what I read by the light of my torch. I had asked and He had answered. I felt better but not relieved. Pain does not go away just by words. Pain does not go away just by talking. Pain does not go away with the knowledge that someone else is having a better day. Pain does not always go away.
I heard valuable advice from a friend today, you do not understand a situation until you experience it. Until then you can only be sympathetic, not empathetic. You do not know what they are going through, you do not know what they are thinking, truly feeling or what desires they have anymore. They may not be the same person. I can only be sympathetic in the late night callers message.
Before I finally went to bed I wrote a last text message, I wrote: "I will be there for you." It was all I could do. All I can do is be there for that person. All I can do is offer my shoulder and my ear. I will not pressure them, I will not ask details. I will say my piece, how I am there for that person and will always be, even though I am only a sympathetic person, not fully an empathetic one.
My last thought before I fell asleep into a pillow stuffed full of tissues was 'scream and holler about the pain, for it is only human to feel it." It is true, we all are humans and we all mistakes. But this is not a mistake, and He cannot take away the pain completely.
He knows that he can give us these problems for He knows that we are strong enough to survive.
I did not understand being sympathetic and being empathetic until last night. I may not be the strongest person alive either. But at best I can offer my shoulder, my ear, and my love to those that need it. It is unlimited love, just as the love He gave us.
Please offer yours as well to any of your friends who may need it but do not have the strengh to ask. The caller asked and I gave, I gave because I had. If I had none I would still offer. Hope and Friendship is worth more than all the money in the world. More.
Last night was no ordinary night. I did not receive the ordinary good night text, or read the ordinary chapter. The light didn't go off as usual and the rain just seemed to continue. I couldn't fall asleep, I was too hot, too cold, too... something was wrong.
I answered the messages then received a different one off the bat. I raced out into the living area and was prepared to answer the phone. Small talk ensued, I was happy. 1 a.m. small talk I could handle.
Small talk I could handle. But news, news that hits you in the gut, drives out all other thoughts, clams up your hands, makes your knees weak and your head spin, that was what I received after the small talk was over.
The heater tuned out, the clamor upstairs dimmed out, the couch with its comfy cushion felt as hard as a board of wood, the chill that I was fighting crept down my back and into my internals.
In a shocked voice I whispered the callers name into the mouth piece, there was no more that I could say, what was there to say? Quickly the caller changed the morbid topic and with a fake high laugh I went along with it. I heard a yawn, it made me yawn and the caller hung up the phone, promising to call back in the morning.
Walking back to bed I felt numb, scared and awake. I barely remember how I crawled back into bed, the first time. There was nothing I could do, I thought. The feathers on the ceiling fluttered from the heat emanating from the radiator on the floor, reminding me of less worrisome times.
Knowing what I had to do then I flipped the sheets back and raced out of bed. The flashlight clicked on and I dug into my drawers to find my Bible, the best source to ask my questions. I opened the new pages and let my fingers find the page. With growing pain I ran my finger down the page and stopped on a passage. In my tear filled eyes I found the passage, "... men are beasts." He had presented me with the words I needed.
The words I needed told me of how all things happen for a reason. For every good action in the world, there is an opposite bad action. Unfortunately it had come full circle.
For every birth there is a death, for every death there is a birth. For every penny that is earned someone else loses one. For every penny lost there is another gained. For every blessing there is a curse, and for every curse there is a blessing.
This is what I read by the light of my torch. I had asked and He had answered. I felt better but not relieved. Pain does not go away just by words. Pain does not go away just by talking. Pain does not go away with the knowledge that someone else is having a better day. Pain does not always go away.
I heard valuable advice from a friend today, you do not understand a situation until you experience it. Until then you can only be sympathetic, not empathetic. You do not know what they are going through, you do not know what they are thinking, truly feeling or what desires they have anymore. They may not be the same person. I can only be sympathetic in the late night callers message.
Before I finally went to bed I wrote a last text message, I wrote: "I will be there for you." It was all I could do. All I can do is be there for that person. All I can do is offer my shoulder and my ear. I will not pressure them, I will not ask details. I will say my piece, how I am there for that person and will always be, even though I am only a sympathetic person, not fully an empathetic one.
My last thought before I fell asleep into a pillow stuffed full of tissues was 'scream and holler about the pain, for it is only human to feel it." It is true, we all are humans and we all mistakes. But this is not a mistake, and He cannot take away the pain completely.
He knows that he can give us these problems for He knows that we are strong enough to survive.
I did not understand being sympathetic and being empathetic until last night. I may not be the strongest person alive either. But at best I can offer my shoulder, my ear, and my love to those that need it. It is unlimited love, just as the love He gave us.
Please offer yours as well to any of your friends who may need it but do not have the strengh to ask. The caller asked and I gave, I gave because I had. If I had none I would still offer. Hope and Friendship is worth more than all the money in the world. More.
I’m Yours
Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted I fell right through the cracks, now I'm tryin to get back before the cool done run out I'll be givin it my best test and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some But I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait I'm yours Well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you'll find love love love love listen to the music of the moment people dance and singWe're just one big familyAnd it's our godforsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved So, i won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait i'm sure there's no need to complicate our time is short this is our fateI'm yours Scooch on over closer, dearAnd I will nibble your earI've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer But my breath fogged up the glass and so I drew a new face and I laughed I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons it's what we aim to do our name is our virtue But I won't hesitate no more, no more it cannot waitI'm yours Well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours so please don't, please don't, please don't, there's no need to complicate, Cause our time is short This, this, this is our fate, I'm yours
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Delusional People
How would we not get on in life,
If we did not have our companions
That stick with us by and by
In thick or thin happy or sad
With tears in our eyes or smiles on our faces
How on earth could we not get on with out friends?
A person may have enemies, but also friends
That’s what is in a real life
We may try to look different and have different faces
But that’s for the delusional ones, no true companies
Sometimes they can cheer you up when you are sad
And when you are happy they never say Good-bye!
The one you cant trust always say goodbye
They’re the ones your mother told you not to be friends
With. When friends tend to leave, you always feel sad
But you know they will come back, hey, that’s life
You can make a bond with so many companions
Just remember the ones you can trust always have smiles on their faces
With your summer ones you can feel the sun on your faces
And hang out the new ones that live nearby
First there was a few and now there are even more companions
Each of the calling each other their friends
A get together is the best way to meet more in life
The more that you have the less likely you will be sad
I may have said before, but I am never truly sad
I tend to be the one who helps smiles on others faces
A believe there is nothing better in life
Than to have someone say hello and good-bye
Such is the true closeness of friends
Even if for a short time they may only be companions
For an example of a quick one; on a hike they are companions
But on a low occasion, such a person can’t be sad
The ones that you can truly trust are true friends
But the ones you just met are still only faces
Some of them truly mean it when they say Good-bye
But there are always the ones who will stay with you through life
True Friends, Only Faces
Not Sad, Don’t Say Good-Bye
Sometimes Companions, Always in Life
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