Mavis is a lady and has blond hair. Then all ladies named Mavis have blond hair.
Which could be true, because I don't know too many ladies named Mavis. In fact I don't know anyone named Mavis with or without blond hair. I just made up the name because I was thinking about the above brain question that is suppose to help me think rationally. So, since I do not know any Mavis's let me rewrite the question.
Today George Bush is president of the United States. Today all the presidents of the United States are named George Bush.
Got myself again I think.
John is a human being and alive. All people named John will live until they die.
Ok. I know that this is not making sense again.
Well! So much for rational thinking. What I am trying to do is get myself to not fall into a trap. The trap would be something that would relate someone to one thing and then relating that one thing to everyone else, or not.
What can I say this is what insomnia does to me sometimes. I write confusing thoughts when I am tired. Therefore anyone who is tired and writes without sleep can write scattered thoughts.
I give up. Have a nice day and if you figure out what I am trying to say, please drop me a note. One more thing if you meet anyone named Mavis let me know if she has blond hair. Thanks.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Easter Parade
I like parades. As a young child I remember the song, "Easter Parade." A great little tune about spring and people dressing up and, well, it was just a joyfull little song. I thought about this while watching a movie about a Serial Killer in Korea.
In this movie, the people in this town in Korea, were lined up to see a parade come by with their president in it. It reminded me of the parades we see in New York around Easter, St. Patrick's day and other parade occasions. They, the Korean people, all looked happy standing around waiting for this president to come. The year was around 1983 or 1986. I am not sure but around that time. I did not know if it was North or South Korea. Just Korea.
Anyway.
Someone yells here comes the president. All of a sudden they show a lone armored vehicle coming down the street and everyone starts to yell, throw rocks and flaming bottles at the armored vehicle. It had everything a parade would have had except I did not see the balloon vendor that usually hangs around parades. So after the parade I do not know if the kids got balloons or not.
Now, here in the U.S.A. we don't normally throw rocks or flaming bottles, but then again the president is rarely in any of the parades anyway. Yes, and we do have a balloon vendor.
So I was just thinking about other countries that have parades and what their parades are usually like. Different cultures, different traditional parade activities I guess.
So tell me about your parade traditions. I really would not mind hearing about them.
Oh! Don't forget not to Passover Easter, thanks.
In this movie, the people in this town in Korea, were lined up to see a parade come by with their president in it. It reminded me of the parades we see in New York around Easter, St. Patrick's day and other parade occasions. They, the Korean people, all looked happy standing around waiting for this president to come. The year was around 1983 or 1986. I am not sure but around that time. I did not know if it was North or South Korea. Just Korea.
Anyway.
Someone yells here comes the president. All of a sudden they show a lone armored vehicle coming down the street and everyone starts to yell, throw rocks and flaming bottles at the armored vehicle. It had everything a parade would have had except I did not see the balloon vendor that usually hangs around parades. So after the parade I do not know if the kids got balloons or not.
Now, here in the U.S.A. we don't normally throw rocks or flaming bottles, but then again the president is rarely in any of the parades anyway. Yes, and we do have a balloon vendor.
So I was just thinking about other countries that have parades and what their parades are usually like. Different cultures, different traditional parade activities I guess.
So tell me about your parade traditions. I really would not mind hearing about them.
Oh! Don't forget not to Passover Easter, thanks.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Veteran Health Care
How to navigate the Veteran Health Care System for Disabled Veterans and Veterans that use the Veteran Health Care System.
For 911 emergencies. The Veterans calls the hospital then puts on his old uniform. The Veteran then must lay in his or her yard and scream MEDIC at the top of his lungs until help arrives. Once the helicopter comes the veteran will firmly secure him/herself into the basket.
For regular appointments the veterans must get there early. The veteran will be waited on by other disabled veterans who are hard of hearing, a little blind, with a touch of arthritis, to wait on all Veterans.
After standing in line for about 5 to 10 minutes or an hour. The Veteran can talk to the other Veteran patients. Most Veterans swap war stories about the Korean War, World War II, WWI, Vietnam, Civil and Spanish American Wars.
Grenada, Panama, Desert Storm and Iraq War Veterans are considered rookies and will learn the proper way to enhance their experiences by listening to the above Veterans stories of older conflicts.
Veterans in wheel chairs are the best people for information about past altercations with other countries. Notice how Veterans argue and disagree about their outfits, units, companies, ships, etc. they served in. Common arguments consist of how their duty stations were more dangerous than anyone else's. Sometimes wheel chair Veterans play chicken in their wheel chairs to settle arguments in the hallways. This is especially interesting because usually their legs have no feeling and the crashes they create are better than the ones in NASCAR.
It is also not uncommon to see people on crutches arguing with the wheel chair Vets and sometimes they end up pulling the air tubes out of each others machines.
Be aware that a young woman is usually not a nurse but a relative of the Veteran helping him spend his benefit monies.
If a Veteran argues with a receptionist, secretary, doctor or nurse. The security staff will intervene and the Veteran must wait an extra hour for his medication in the Pharmacy. If the Veterans causes a serious situation he must return his meds and come back the next day to retrieve them from the Pharmacy.
No VA Doctor is an American Citizen. Most are all interns training to be doctors. Sometimes the doctor is a Veteran of the same War the Veteran was in, but unfortunately the doctor was on the side the Veteran was fighting against. So it is with the up-most importance that the Veterans be friendly to all senior medical personnel.
The Veterans should be able to understand Eastern, Asian, European and the language the Doctors from India speak.
The Veteran does not have to worry about parking in handicapped spaces because all the parking spaces are handicapped.
In Pennsylvania, Transportation is provided to all veterans with cancer to go to Philadelphia and New York and get treatment. The local VA hospitals do not provide these services so be prepared to travel 3 to 4 hours one way for a half hour treatment. The bus usually leaves for NY or Philadelphia at 5 or 6 in the morning and then leaves NY or Philadelphia 4 or 5 in the afternoon. This is so that the Veteran will be tired and sleep in the bus so Veteran will be quiet for the entire trip. Extra medication is given for the return trip.
In a waiting room at the Va hospital never ever assume that the Veteran sitting next to you is sleeping. Check his pulse every 10 or so minutes to be sure he is not having a heart attack or stroke.
Veterans with behavioral problems and are a constant annoyance to staff will be automatically sent to the Walter Reed Facility.
Enjoy your stay at the VA and remember that there are HMO's out there that could be far worse.
For 911 emergencies. The Veterans calls the hospital then puts on his old uniform. The Veteran then must lay in his or her yard and scream MEDIC at the top of his lungs until help arrives. Once the helicopter comes the veteran will firmly secure him/herself into the basket.
For regular appointments the veterans must get there early. The veteran will be waited on by other disabled veterans who are hard of hearing, a little blind, with a touch of arthritis, to wait on all Veterans.
After standing in line for about 5 to 10 minutes or an hour. The Veteran can talk to the other Veteran patients. Most Veterans swap war stories about the Korean War, World War II, WWI, Vietnam, Civil and Spanish American Wars.
Grenada, Panama, Desert Storm and Iraq War Veterans are considered rookies and will learn the proper way to enhance their experiences by listening to the above Veterans stories of older conflicts.
Veterans in wheel chairs are the best people for information about past altercations with other countries. Notice how Veterans argue and disagree about their outfits, units, companies, ships, etc. they served in. Common arguments consist of how their duty stations were more dangerous than anyone else's. Sometimes wheel chair Veterans play chicken in their wheel chairs to settle arguments in the hallways. This is especially interesting because usually their legs have no feeling and the crashes they create are better than the ones in NASCAR.
It is also not uncommon to see people on crutches arguing with the wheel chair Vets and sometimes they end up pulling the air tubes out of each others machines.
Be aware that a young woman is usually not a nurse but a relative of the Veteran helping him spend his benefit monies.
If a Veteran argues with a receptionist, secretary, doctor or nurse. The security staff will intervene and the Veteran must wait an extra hour for his medication in the Pharmacy. If the Veterans causes a serious situation he must return his meds and come back the next day to retrieve them from the Pharmacy.
No VA Doctor is an American Citizen. Most are all interns training to be doctors. Sometimes the doctor is a Veteran of the same War the Veteran was in, but unfortunately the doctor was on the side the Veteran was fighting against. So it is with the up-most importance that the Veterans be friendly to all senior medical personnel.
The Veterans should be able to understand Eastern, Asian, European and the language the Doctors from India speak.
The Veteran does not have to worry about parking in handicapped spaces because all the parking spaces are handicapped.
In Pennsylvania, Transportation is provided to all veterans with cancer to go to Philadelphia and New York and get treatment. The local VA hospitals do not provide these services so be prepared to travel 3 to 4 hours one way for a half hour treatment. The bus usually leaves for NY or Philadelphia at 5 or 6 in the morning and then leaves NY or Philadelphia 4 or 5 in the afternoon. This is so that the Veteran will be tired and sleep in the bus so Veteran will be quiet for the entire trip. Extra medication is given for the return trip.
In a waiting room at the Va hospital never ever assume that the Veteran sitting next to you is sleeping. Check his pulse every 10 or so minutes to be sure he is not having a heart attack or stroke.
Veterans with behavioral problems and are a constant annoyance to staff will be automatically sent to the Walter Reed Facility.
Enjoy your stay at the VA and remember that there are HMO's out there that could be far worse.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Loss for words
The strange and wonderous thing about life is that it is strange and wonderous. Bizzare and wierd can be thrown into the mix or recipe of life, I suppose. Which can be amusing to some and horrific to others.
Life goes on the way life goes on. We turn the clocks back in Autumn and ahead in or near Spring. Why? Why not everyone else does. If we don't, it would just make our lives difficult and we would never be on time.
That is not what I am writing about. I wanted to write something profound, funny and important enough for people to remember my words. I failed.
I did learn that it is important to not just empty the frozen food bag of food into the bowl and then nuke it in a microwave. I learned to check the bag because the gravy is in another bag inside the original bag. That little gravy bag has to be thawed then opened and mixed in with the frozen vegetables and frozen meat or pasta then cooked. I forgot about that little gravy bag and nuked everything all together. The little gravy bag melted a little and well, I should not have eaten it. I now prefer the flu to food poisoning any day.
Maybe next time I can write something profound, funny and important. Until then I am going to stick to fast foods like McDonald's, pizza, or sandwich places like Subway for awhile and forget the frozen foods.
Any one else out there have food stories, feel free to share with me. I also learned before you cook a turkey. You have to take out a bag that has a neck and stuff in it before cooking that hidden bag also.
Life goes on the way life goes on. We turn the clocks back in Autumn and ahead in or near Spring. Why? Why not everyone else does. If we don't, it would just make our lives difficult and we would never be on time.
That is not what I am writing about. I wanted to write something profound, funny and important enough for people to remember my words. I failed.
I did learn that it is important to not just empty the frozen food bag of food into the bowl and then nuke it in a microwave. I learned to check the bag because the gravy is in another bag inside the original bag. That little gravy bag has to be thawed then opened and mixed in with the frozen vegetables and frozen meat or pasta then cooked. I forgot about that little gravy bag and nuked everything all together. The little gravy bag melted a little and well, I should not have eaten it. I now prefer the flu to food poisoning any day.
Maybe next time I can write something profound, funny and important. Until then I am going to stick to fast foods like McDonald's, pizza, or sandwich places like Subway for awhile and forget the frozen foods.
Any one else out there have food stories, feel free to share with me. I also learned before you cook a turkey. You have to take out a bag that has a neck and stuff in it before cooking that hidden bag also.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Days to delete.
Did you ever enter a swim meet and loose your swimming trunks during the race? Did you ever walk your daughter down the isle when she got married and find out afterwords that your zipper was wide open? Did you ever stand in a tree stand while hunting. Shoot a double barrel shot gun and end up laying under the tree stand in pain? Did you ever enter a bar the next day after a night of drinking and everyone stands up and gives you a standing ovation? Did you ever pull over for an ambulance while driving. Light up a not so legal smoke, roll down the window and blow smoke into the State Troopers face that just pulled you over for running a stop sign?
I have.
These are the days I would have liked to delete in my life. Unfortunately the memories of these experiences pop up like pimples on the end of my nose; in my brain now and then. Memories I really don't like to remember, but there they are.
I have stopped drinking and smoking, over 17 years now, but still things continue to happen. I have lost jobs by joking with my bosses. Like the time I told my boss how much fun it was sneaking stuff past the guards, while working in a prison. The time I chased an Austic child threw the woods. He did not like to wear clothes, took them all off and streaked thru his neighborhood. As I tried to catch him and get him redressed the Security Guards watched and thought I was chasing him for criminal reasons.
Did you ever have one of those days? Please let me know. Hopefully it will cheer me up knowing I am not the only one who has had days that need to be deleted, changed, forgotten, fixed or just wished never happened.
I have.
These are the days I would have liked to delete in my life. Unfortunately the memories of these experiences pop up like pimples on the end of my nose; in my brain now and then. Memories I really don't like to remember, but there they are.
I have stopped drinking and smoking, over 17 years now, but still things continue to happen. I have lost jobs by joking with my bosses. Like the time I told my boss how much fun it was sneaking stuff past the guards, while working in a prison. The time I chased an Austic child threw the woods. He did not like to wear clothes, took them all off and streaked thru his neighborhood. As I tried to catch him and get him redressed the Security Guards watched and thought I was chasing him for criminal reasons.
Did you ever have one of those days? Please let me know. Hopefully it will cheer me up knowing I am not the only one who has had days that need to be deleted, changed, forgotten, fixed or just wished never happened.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Certified 100% Normal.
I hate it when someone takes my picture. I hate it more when they take the picture; make Wanted Posters of it and then put it in the Post Office. I hate it because strange people point at me and make rude comments and I end up usually telling the police I have friends with a sick sense of humour. My friends do things like this, because I don't forward their stupid emails and they end up having bad luck. That is what I hate. Today anyway.
I use to work in the Mental Health field. I enjoyed being with them. Like Autistic Children. They seem to me to just live in different rooms than us, in their minds, most of the time. Sometimes you end up in the same room some times you don't. They see things differently than "normal" people that is all. Like when I tried to talk to them or something. I felt like they were seeing me as a talking pickle or something. Now who in their right mind would listen to a talking pickle? Not me. So why should they?
It is the same way with Schizophrenic type people. Like one child asked me. If I talk to God like what you call, praying. Why isn't it OK when he talks to me?
Then there is the Downs Syndrome child that thought people without round faces and eyes looked ugly and scary to him. Plus they actually got married and had babies. How could they do that to each other? He asked me once.
See. Strange but true. The old question, "Just what the hell is normal any way?" Well I sure as heck don't know. That is enough for now I got to take my Prozac, which I take while having my special smoke for my failing eyesight. Now it's time to do something special with some pictures of my friends.
I use to work in the Mental Health field. I enjoyed being with them. Like Autistic Children. They seem to me to just live in different rooms than us, in their minds, most of the time. Sometimes you end up in the same room some times you don't. They see things differently than "normal" people that is all. Like when I tried to talk to them or something. I felt like they were seeing me as a talking pickle or something. Now who in their right mind would listen to a talking pickle? Not me. So why should they?
It is the same way with Schizophrenic type people. Like one child asked me. If I talk to God like what you call, praying. Why isn't it OK when he talks to me?
Then there is the Downs Syndrome child that thought people without round faces and eyes looked ugly and scary to him. Plus they actually got married and had babies. How could they do that to each other? He asked me once.
See. Strange but true. The old question, "Just what the hell is normal any way?" Well I sure as heck don't know. That is enough for now I got to take my Prozac, which I take while having my special smoke for my failing eyesight. Now it's time to do something special with some pictures of my friends.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Against all medical advise.
Why don't we just shorten Valentines Day to just, "Hey Honey happy V.D.!" Then give up the kisses and flowers?
Which is why I was thinking about depression.
It seems that on Holidays people get depressed. On Valentines day because they have no Valentine, on Christmas because their family hates them, or on Presidents day because their credit cards are maxed out. Whatever, people get depressed.
It is because of this I think we need an official National Depression Day. We can't call it a holiday because holidays are suppose to be fun. So maybe we can call it a Un-holiday or Non-holiday.
To make it legal we can just call it a National Sick Day, or Breakdown Day or some kind of Mental Breakdown Day.
On this day we should recognize depression and make the most of it. Stay in bed all day, unless staying in bed makes us happy. So we need to do things that make us depressed all day. Now this may sound like it is against all medical advise, and it is. But, I think there could be benefits. Like after being depressed for 24 hours, maybe the day after the Depression Day might make us think. Well today has to be better than being depressed for 24 hours. It is just a thought.
What if I was going somewhere and someone else got there before I did. What if I did not know the person who got there first? That would make me wonder, "Did they go there for the same reason or some other reason?" They might be wondering something too.
Well that just makes me think that if the Depression Day doesn't work out maybe the Paranoia day would.
Which is why I was thinking about depression.
It seems that on Holidays people get depressed. On Valentines day because they have no Valentine, on Christmas because their family hates them, or on Presidents day because their credit cards are maxed out. Whatever, people get depressed.
It is because of this I think we need an official National Depression Day. We can't call it a holiday because holidays are suppose to be fun. So maybe we can call it a Un-holiday or Non-holiday.
To make it legal we can just call it a National Sick Day, or Breakdown Day or some kind of Mental Breakdown Day.
On this day we should recognize depression and make the most of it. Stay in bed all day, unless staying in bed makes us happy. So we need to do things that make us depressed all day. Now this may sound like it is against all medical advise, and it is. But, I think there could be benefits. Like after being depressed for 24 hours, maybe the day after the Depression Day might make us think. Well today has to be better than being depressed for 24 hours. It is just a thought.
What if I was going somewhere and someone else got there before I did. What if I did not know the person who got there first? That would make me wonder, "Did they go there for the same reason or some other reason?" They might be wondering something too.
Well that just makes me think that if the Depression Day doesn't work out maybe the Paranoia day would.
Monday, February 05, 2007
WYOU for You
The Super Bowl is over and I was watching Criminal Minds on CBS. I got involved in the show and then right when the last few minutes of the show was ready to end. The local TV Station, that advertises WYOU is the Station for You, cut off the ending of Criminal Minds and switched to a local show that people called in to vote for their favorite Super Bowl commercial. It was worse than the time I was right at the peak of a sex act when I found out we parked on train tracks and a train was coming instead of me or her.
So in an apology to David Letterman, but in honor of CBS I wrote the Top 10 things that should be done to the people that cut off the last few minutes of Criminal Minds.
10. Terminate the idots without any severance pay.
9. Transfer them to the Weather Channel.
8. Make them inventory products on one of those 24-hour shows that sells things.
7. They cannot have any more Texas Wieners or pizza for lunch.
(Big things for lunch in my area.)
6. They cannot turn right on a red light when driving.
5. They must be displayed in a stockade in front of the CBS building.
4. Make them ride the Subways in NY wearing only a thong.
3. Have them clean the false teeth for all employees of CBS for 1 year.
2. Make them watch all the Super Bowl commercials from Super Bowl I to
Super Bowl XLI, XLI times.
1. Have them die horrible deaths on all the CSI shows.
If you can think of more feel free to add on. I would not have been so mad but I am a Raiders fan and it was tough enough watching the game without them. Then to cut off Criminal Minds, sorry ref throws a big red flag to WYOU on this one.
So in an apology to David Letterman, but in honor of CBS I wrote the Top 10 things that should be done to the people that cut off the last few minutes of Criminal Minds.
10. Terminate the idots without any severance pay.
9. Transfer them to the Weather Channel.
8. Make them inventory products on one of those 24-hour shows that sells things.
7. They cannot have any more Texas Wieners or pizza for lunch.
(Big things for lunch in my area.)
6. They cannot turn right on a red light when driving.
5. They must be displayed in a stockade in front of the CBS building.
4. Make them ride the Subways in NY wearing only a thong.
3. Have them clean the false teeth for all employees of CBS for 1 year.
2. Make them watch all the Super Bowl commercials from Super Bowl I to
Super Bowl XLI, XLI times.
1. Have them die horrible deaths on all the CSI shows.
If you can think of more feel free to add on. I would not have been so mad but I am a Raiders fan and it was tough enough watching the game without them. Then to cut off Criminal Minds, sorry ref throws a big red flag to WYOU on this one.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Miscast Movies
I think Michael Jackson would have made a better Willie Wonka than Johnny Depp. I also think that Howard Stern would make a great "Spiderman" and Macaully Culkin would be super in "Hannible Rising".
(Please note that some of the names/words in this post may be spelled incorrectly because I do not know how to spell them. They are real entertainers nonetheless).
My reasoning is that actors that are closer in real life to the characters might pull better box office sales.
Like Howard Stern, for instance, pulls people into his web with his new Satellite Radio stuff. Michael and Macaully should be self explanitatory.
I just noticed that "Flyboys" looks like a remake of "Hells Angels"" made by Howard Hughes. This is ok because when Howard made that movie it was like one of the first talking pictures. Also because most of the people who saw the original "Hells Angels" are dead anyway. Even the people that made the "Hells Angel" movie have mostly passed. I only realized this because I just watched the "Aviator." Leo Dicaprio did do a good job, in the "Aviator", but maybe John Travolta could have given it a shot. Provided maybe John T. died in that crash that hit the houses during the test flight. Then again I also like Jack Black as Howard Hughes, now Jack is really crazy.
As for actresses, don't get me started. Rosie O'Donnel in the "Piano" forget about it. Barbara Walters, great Nanny McPhee. These are just a few of my ideas that popped into my head.
I am writing this fast because I was just diagnosed with adult ADD. So I have to get it down before I get distracted and begin writing about something else.
Which reminds me I have to forward some emails before I get bad luck. Like I don't have enough bad luck already with some pain in the butt sending me emails about God. If I don't forward them something will happen to me that will be worse than what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah. Which is something I don't want to get myself into.
That bible stuff really gets to me, you know.
(Please note that some of the names/words in this post may be spelled incorrectly because I do not know how to spell them. They are real entertainers nonetheless).
My reasoning is that actors that are closer in real life to the characters might pull better box office sales.
Like Howard Stern, for instance, pulls people into his web with his new Satellite Radio stuff. Michael and Macaully should be self explanitatory.
I just noticed that "Flyboys" looks like a remake of "Hells Angels"" made by Howard Hughes. This is ok because when Howard made that movie it was like one of the first talking pictures. Also because most of the people who saw the original "Hells Angels" are dead anyway. Even the people that made the "Hells Angel" movie have mostly passed. I only realized this because I just watched the "Aviator." Leo Dicaprio did do a good job, in the "Aviator", but maybe John Travolta could have given it a shot. Provided maybe John T. died in that crash that hit the houses during the test flight. Then again I also like Jack Black as Howard Hughes, now Jack is really crazy.
As for actresses, don't get me started. Rosie O'Donnel in the "Piano" forget about it. Barbara Walters, great Nanny McPhee. These are just a few of my ideas that popped into my head.
I am writing this fast because I was just diagnosed with adult ADD. So I have to get it down before I get distracted and begin writing about something else.
Which reminds me I have to forward some emails before I get bad luck. Like I don't have enough bad luck already with some pain in the butt sending me emails about God. If I don't forward them something will happen to me that will be worse than what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah. Which is something I don't want to get myself into.
That bible stuff really gets to me, you know.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
First Ghost?
Who became the first ghost? The bible's first death was when Cain killed Able. Aparently God did not work death into his creations because he had to ask Cain where his brother was. Able did not lie very well and God discovered what happened. He punished Cain and possibly forgot about Able and so Able became a ghost. Then God went on creating and Adam and Eve died and as the years went on so did a lot of other people. Now God either began recycling everybody, as some religions decided, or he just did not know what to do with dead people spirits. I say spirits because the dead people kept popping up now and then to scare the heck out of living people, or vica versa, and well somebody in history named them spirits.
Civilizations became somewhat civilized and noticed that these spirits were bothersome and some one thought up an after life. The rituals and stuff started, which was better than letting the dead body lay around stinking in the sun all day.
Then Jesus came along and the whole resurrection idea began to take hold. Now these so called spirits had a place to go. Unfortunately not all of them knew about resurrection stuff or Jesus, and did not know where to go.
Some other religious leaders did not want Jesus to have a monopoly on death and all kinds of ideas of heaven and hell began to become more and more plausable to all kinds of peoples all over the place.
Today dead people look for a light or something, but still some get lost and are stuck in buildings or places which are very old.
There are people that say they can talk to the dead and help them get to where ever it is one is suppose to go after one dies. You would think that when some of the people died that could talk to these dead people. That maybe after they died, they would be more helpful once they also became dead. Like Moses I would think they could get those previouosly dead people to follow them up and out to the light or where ever.
It must have something to do with memory because after all we do still have spirits.
So unless before one dies there is some one to tell them something like. "OK you are dying now. So don't forget to just leave and not hang around being a pesky spirit. Ok?" Then the problem is solved, at least for the one that knows he/she is dying. If one dies suddenly then it's a crap shoot?
Still who was the first ghost and why? Which brings me to another question. Did the cavemen come before or after Adam and Eve?
Civilizations became somewhat civilized and noticed that these spirits were bothersome and some one thought up an after life. The rituals and stuff started, which was better than letting the dead body lay around stinking in the sun all day.
Then Jesus came along and the whole resurrection idea began to take hold. Now these so called spirits had a place to go. Unfortunately not all of them knew about resurrection stuff or Jesus, and did not know where to go.
Some other religious leaders did not want Jesus to have a monopoly on death and all kinds of ideas of heaven and hell began to become more and more plausable to all kinds of peoples all over the place.
Today dead people look for a light or something, but still some get lost and are stuck in buildings or places which are very old.
There are people that say they can talk to the dead and help them get to where ever it is one is suppose to go after one dies. You would think that when some of the people died that could talk to these dead people. That maybe after they died, they would be more helpful once they also became dead. Like Moses I would think they could get those previouosly dead people to follow them up and out to the light or where ever.
It must have something to do with memory because after all we do still have spirits.
So unless before one dies there is some one to tell them something like. "OK you are dying now. So don't forget to just leave and not hang around being a pesky spirit. Ok?" Then the problem is solved, at least for the one that knows he/she is dying. If one dies suddenly then it's a crap shoot?
Still who was the first ghost and why? Which brings me to another question. Did the cavemen come before or after Adam and Eve?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
There been again
Reruns on TV are one thing. Remakes of old movies are another. Rewrites of old books may have new covers but the same words. Repeats in life? Now that is another series of films that seems to re-collide into pages of memories.
I was watching the new Willie Wonka film that turned out to be the old Willie Wonka film with a new licorice twist, so to speak. I liked the old one better. Which brought me to write about life and going thru the real Old Willies and pondering the New Willies of reality.
When I was young, radio and television was young along with record players and mail that people actually wrote, put into envelopes then stamped with a little spit. The new old cliche of people my age really did not last long. Past generations dwelt in the past for generations after generations. My generation progressed so fast, in the last 100 years, that new thoughts and ideas only last a week or less. Sometimes not even a day!
That is the way it is suppose to be. Today anyway.
Things are going by so swiftly that paragraphs are reduced to a sentence or two.
History is repeating itself. Only faster. With so much going on so quickly the norm seems to be Attention Deficit Disorders gone wild. Our synapses are firing so many times that they cannot keep up with themselves making fried brains to be the breakfast of the future.
This is good.
Finally the 90% of our brains that have been dead the last million or so years are beginning to wake up.
Unless. Maybe every million or so years our brains will grow another 10% for a 100 or so years. Then they will hibernate and go back to sleep for another million or so years. If that happens how many remakes of Willie Wonka can we stand? How many Lucy, Sienfield, or Saturday Night Live reruns can we handle? Will the same books keep rolling off the presses with new covers and the same words?
Wait a minute. A generation only really lasts for a hundred or so years then it dies out. So why am I bothering to write about this now. Well I am 54. That means if I live to be 100..................
Damn that is still a lot of reruns. remakes and rebooks I have to live thru.
I promise I will only write this once. So pay attention please. I am starting a redo revolution.
Unless I get paid for them.
How will you rethink all this?
I was watching the new Willie Wonka film that turned out to be the old Willie Wonka film with a new licorice twist, so to speak. I liked the old one better. Which brought me to write about life and going thru the real Old Willies and pondering the New Willies of reality.
When I was young, radio and television was young along with record players and mail that people actually wrote, put into envelopes then stamped with a little spit. The new old cliche of people my age really did not last long. Past generations dwelt in the past for generations after generations. My generation progressed so fast, in the last 100 years, that new thoughts and ideas only last a week or less. Sometimes not even a day!
That is the way it is suppose to be. Today anyway.
Things are going by so swiftly that paragraphs are reduced to a sentence or two.
History is repeating itself. Only faster. With so much going on so quickly the norm seems to be Attention Deficit Disorders gone wild. Our synapses are firing so many times that they cannot keep up with themselves making fried brains to be the breakfast of the future.
This is good.
Finally the 90% of our brains that have been dead the last million or so years are beginning to wake up.
Unless. Maybe every million or so years our brains will grow another 10% for a 100 or so years. Then they will hibernate and go back to sleep for another million or so years. If that happens how many remakes of Willie Wonka can we stand? How many Lucy, Sienfield, or Saturday Night Live reruns can we handle? Will the same books keep rolling off the presses with new covers and the same words?
Wait a minute. A generation only really lasts for a hundred or so years then it dies out. So why am I bothering to write about this now. Well I am 54. That means if I live to be 100..................
Damn that is still a lot of reruns. remakes and rebooks I have to live thru.
I promise I will only write this once. So pay attention please. I am starting a redo revolution.
Unless I get paid for them.
How will you rethink all this?
Friday, January 05, 2007
Words
Well my Sad dam blog did not go over too big. I am wondering why only the guards were allowed to bring their cell phones to the hanging though?
Whatever!
I was thinking about words today. Since I use them a lot it was easy to think about them.
I was at this New Years Eve party and the people there were talking about words that seemed innocent but had sexual or other meanings. The word that was the subject of conversation was.
twat.
There seemed to be three meanings to this word.
1. Twat: Sound made when one snaps their thumb and finger into the side of some ones head when they do or say something stupid.
2. Twat: Someone who is dumb or stupid.
3. Twat: Part of the female body that babies exit from.
I guess there are other words that have this same problem. Like when someone says they have tennis balls or a football or play baseball. No one really makes a fuss. Forget the sport part and just say balls and a snicker or two arises. Sometimes the snicker has those hidden smiles behind them like someone is talking dirty and you know it but are hiding it.
How do we explain these words to our children and grandchildren? If one is caught talking about this stuff to children, child services or the moral and legal police might get involved. So must we keep quiet and hope young Harry or Sylvia, young children with big eavedropping ears, tells our kids for us? In my case I had 5 older sisters and was the reference guide for many young boys my age who had a lot of questions. Little did they know I was as much in the dark as they but did have first hand knowledge of bras and girdles because of the secret clothes line in our bathroom.
So what words confuse or have confused you. Please list a few here and explain. There are people out there like me that really need to know.
Thanks.
Even words from our Spanish, Asian, European or Alien friends from outer space are welcome.
Whatever!
I was thinking about words today. Since I use them a lot it was easy to think about them.
I was at this New Years Eve party and the people there were talking about words that seemed innocent but had sexual or other meanings. The word that was the subject of conversation was.
twat.
There seemed to be three meanings to this word.
1. Twat: Sound made when one snaps their thumb and finger into the side of some ones head when they do or say something stupid.
2. Twat: Someone who is dumb or stupid.
3. Twat: Part of the female body that babies exit from.
I guess there are other words that have this same problem. Like when someone says they have tennis balls or a football or play baseball. No one really makes a fuss. Forget the sport part and just say balls and a snicker or two arises. Sometimes the snicker has those hidden smiles behind them like someone is talking dirty and you know it but are hiding it.
How do we explain these words to our children and grandchildren? If one is caught talking about this stuff to children, child services or the moral and legal police might get involved. So must we keep quiet and hope young Harry or Sylvia, young children with big eavedropping ears, tells our kids for us? In my case I had 5 older sisters and was the reference guide for many young boys my age who had a lot of questions. Little did they know I was as much in the dark as they but did have first hand knowledge of bras and girdles because of the secret clothes line in our bathroom.
So what words confuse or have confused you. Please list a few here and explain. There are people out there like me that really need to know.
Thanks.
Even words from our Spanish, Asian, European or Alien friends from outer space are welcome.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Sad? Dam!
In America we have the death penality in some states. We also have years and years of appeals so sometimes the criminal will die of old age before he actually recieves the death penalty. In fact usually the criminal gets a following, a spot on a television news show and a bunch of bloggers will write about this, now, wonderful criminal sensation.
In Iraq the Americans are now teaching democracy. Since Americans are fluent in democracy they know about the problems that have wormed into the democratic justice process. So we can now see that people in Iraq are learning the new and improved democratic judicial system. Whereas the old democratic policy was to hang 'em at dawn. The new and efficent democratic idea is to hang 'em fast, at night and before the holidays. Then put lots and lots of extra guards around the prision.
The best thing about this new experiment, in democratic justice. Is that the people making these new rules, can sit back and see how many dead guards around the prision it will cost, and how many dead civilians in Iraq will also die for this grand new idea in democracy. If indeed it is worth it.
Is it sad? Dam, not really. All new ideas and experiments will have adverse side effects. As long as we have a large military machine to back it up, what is it if a few dead foreigners or soldiers loose their lives? It is for a good cause, after all and I am sure notes will be taken.
The real problem is what do we do with those nasty people that make the world unsafe for not only democracy, but UN countries that deal in socialism, facism, dictatorships or comunism? Must we all watch these forms of governments that a person has risen up in.? Must we make sure a leader of his/her world only gets power at the expense of people just needing a paycheck and want to make it to work on time? Will all members of the UN approve that country as long as the rest of the world get a piece of the action?
When I grew up it was fashionable for "bad" or "evil" leaders to get justice by offing themselves or being hung upside down with their lovers. After all they deserved it because they caused wars in which thousands and millions of innocent people died. Come to think of it, History seems to show us that most leaders that start wars end up loosing their lives. Napoleon, a few Roman Emporers, Hitler, and some Empires that tried to make their backyard worlds wider. It is a good thing that no wars were ever started in the name of democracy! After all that is why God has always been on the side of democracy right?
So am I sad that they hung that guy? Sad? Dam no. Not for him, just a little for democracy. I just hope that the people celebrate the holidays and have fun. Plus I hope people all over the world can stay employed in jobs they like, get their paychecks, get to work on time and don't give up on democracy. Just keep a better eye on the ones that are trying to improve it.
God bless.
In Iraq the Americans are now teaching democracy. Since Americans are fluent in democracy they know about the problems that have wormed into the democratic justice process. So we can now see that people in Iraq are learning the new and improved democratic judicial system. Whereas the old democratic policy was to hang 'em at dawn. The new and efficent democratic idea is to hang 'em fast, at night and before the holidays. Then put lots and lots of extra guards around the prision.
The best thing about this new experiment, in democratic justice. Is that the people making these new rules, can sit back and see how many dead guards around the prision it will cost, and how many dead civilians in Iraq will also die for this grand new idea in democracy. If indeed it is worth it.
Is it sad? Dam, not really. All new ideas and experiments will have adverse side effects. As long as we have a large military machine to back it up, what is it if a few dead foreigners or soldiers loose their lives? It is for a good cause, after all and I am sure notes will be taken.
The real problem is what do we do with those nasty people that make the world unsafe for not only democracy, but UN countries that deal in socialism, facism, dictatorships or comunism? Must we all watch these forms of governments that a person has risen up in.? Must we make sure a leader of his/her world only gets power at the expense of people just needing a paycheck and want to make it to work on time? Will all members of the UN approve that country as long as the rest of the world get a piece of the action?
When I grew up it was fashionable for "bad" or "evil" leaders to get justice by offing themselves or being hung upside down with their lovers. After all they deserved it because they caused wars in which thousands and millions of innocent people died. Come to think of it, History seems to show us that most leaders that start wars end up loosing their lives. Napoleon, a few Roman Emporers, Hitler, and some Empires that tried to make their backyard worlds wider. It is a good thing that no wars were ever started in the name of democracy! After all that is why God has always been on the side of democracy right?
So am I sad that they hung that guy? Sad? Dam no. Not for him, just a little for democracy. I just hope that the people celebrate the holidays and have fun. Plus I hope people all over the world can stay employed in jobs they like, get their paychecks, get to work on time and don't give up on democracy. Just keep a better eye on the ones that are trying to improve it.
God bless.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Happy 2007
I have been waiting for 2007 because 2006 was really bad. Not as bad as 2005, but it is up there in the top ten worst years of my life.
Not to say that the good times were absent. Oh! Yes there were good times. Just not as many as I would have liked. I lost a few friends that turned out not to be really true friends. I also found great friends that stood by me when I had troubles and gave me the support to continue to go on. I met new people and made new friends.
A young soldier I knew came back from Iraq. Before Iraq he was stationed in Afganistan. I am happy he is home safe. Which started a conversation among my friends, and his, that went like this, "If the draft in put back in place will President Bushes daughters names be on that list of future draftees?"
That is not what I really want to write about. I am sure many many people have lost people (friends) in their lives and found new ones or just appreciated the ones they have. No, what I want to talk about is what is usually on peoples minds right about now. You guessed it, those New Years Resolutions. I made up a few I know I can keep:
I RESOLVE TO:
Treat myself to ice cream for no real occasion.
Check out pretty women to exercise my eyes.
Use my imagination and pretend that I am my own reality show just for fun.
Make sure I go to at least one fast food place, like McDonalds or Burger King etc.
Go to the Mall and make a silly purchse that makes me feel good at least once.
Hug my grandchildren, my friends and any body else I feel needs a hug.
Spend time on my computer and just have fun.
Ride my motorcycle with my friends and enjoy the feeling I always get when I do it.
Believe in Aliens, ghosts and anything else I want to believe in.
Drink chocolate milk and make milk shakes with chocolate ice cream and whip cream when the mood calls for one.
Listen to music in my car or home and sing along with the tunes, or just sing even without music playing.
Only throw the finger once at drivers that make me mad. Twice if they really really make me mad.
These are just a few I KNOW I can keep. How about you? Let me know what resolutions you can think of that you will have no problem at all keeping.
Not to say that the good times were absent. Oh! Yes there were good times. Just not as many as I would have liked. I lost a few friends that turned out not to be really true friends. I also found great friends that stood by me when I had troubles and gave me the support to continue to go on. I met new people and made new friends.
A young soldier I knew came back from Iraq. Before Iraq he was stationed in Afganistan. I am happy he is home safe. Which started a conversation among my friends, and his, that went like this, "If the draft in put back in place will President Bushes daughters names be on that list of future draftees?"
That is not what I really want to write about. I am sure many many people have lost people (friends) in their lives and found new ones or just appreciated the ones they have. No, what I want to talk about is what is usually on peoples minds right about now. You guessed it, those New Years Resolutions. I made up a few I know I can keep:
I RESOLVE TO:
Treat myself to ice cream for no real occasion.
Check out pretty women to exercise my eyes.
Use my imagination and pretend that I am my own reality show just for fun.
Make sure I go to at least one fast food place, like McDonalds or Burger King etc.
Go to the Mall and make a silly purchse that makes me feel good at least once.
Hug my grandchildren, my friends and any body else I feel needs a hug.
Spend time on my computer and just have fun.
Ride my motorcycle with my friends and enjoy the feeling I always get when I do it.
Believe in Aliens, ghosts and anything else I want to believe in.
Drink chocolate milk and make milk shakes with chocolate ice cream and whip cream when the mood calls for one.
Listen to music in my car or home and sing along with the tunes, or just sing even without music playing.
Only throw the finger once at drivers that make me mad. Twice if they really really make me mad.
These are just a few I KNOW I can keep. How about you? Let me know what resolutions you can think of that you will have no problem at all keeping.
Friday, December 22, 2006
I want I want I want!!!
For Christmas I want:
To know if there really are aliens in outer space visiting earth.
To know where the Rainbow is that has that pot of gold at the end of.
To be the perfect weight, forever.
To not have to depend on Viagria.
To have someone to not have to depend on Viagria with, preferably female.
To know if Jesus and Mary Magdeline were really married, and where are they living now so I can send them a wedding present.
To get healthy, lose weight, wealthy, win a big lottery, and wise, use my health and wealth to benefit my family and friends. In otherwords a big bath tub or spa thing and no more beer gut.
To be able to speak and understand all languages so I can freak out people that think I cannot speak or understand the language they are speaking.
To actually get the Christmas presents that people want.
To be with family and friends and take home lots and lots of leftover stuffing.
All wars to stop forever and all the soldiers come home.
To know what you want for Christmas and post it here.
To know if there really are aliens in outer space visiting earth.
To know where the Rainbow is that has that pot of gold at the end of.
To be the perfect weight, forever.
To not have to depend on Viagria.
To have someone to not have to depend on Viagria with, preferably female.
To know if Jesus and Mary Magdeline were really married, and where are they living now so I can send them a wedding present.
To get healthy, lose weight, wealthy, win a big lottery, and wise, use my health and wealth to benefit my family and friends. In otherwords a big bath tub or spa thing and no more beer gut.
To be able to speak and understand all languages so I can freak out people that think I cannot speak or understand the language they are speaking.
To actually get the Christmas presents that people want.
To be with family and friends and take home lots and lots of leftover stuffing.
All wars to stop forever and all the soldiers come home.
To know what you want for Christmas and post it here.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Expansion
I have not written in awhile because I have been expanding my life. Actually the only thing that has really been expanding is my girth. I don't know why I picked the word girth? It just came to me.
I am reading more and trying to expand my mind. I bought the "DiVinci Code", paperback, and ended up watching the movie first. It was interesting to learn that the future children of Jesus and Mary could drive small cars backwards really well!
I still have not read the book but that is because I am reading "A Treasury of Royal Scandals". I have to admit those Royals and their Scandals are pretty interesting. I think the History Channel should have a Royal Scandal series. Before I read this I read "A Treasury of Great American Scandals." I am proud to report that American Scandals are just as good as the Royal ones in England. I must admit though American Scandals have less violent ends. Sometimes.
I have come to the conclusion that the Universe may be expanding and expanding but we humans have expansion limits. I mean the people that make jeans have a limit to how big the pant holes we put our legs in can be. There are larger sizes and they are called sweat pants. For some reason sweat pant sizes are limitless. I remember a time when people wore sweat pants for exercise. Now it is a fashion statement for the large person. I tend to go for the dark colors.
Hopefully my vacation is over and I can get back to blogging again. Since very few if any people read this I will not be under a lot of pressure. Still it is good to be back. At least for today.
I am reading more and trying to expand my mind. I bought the "DiVinci Code", paperback, and ended up watching the movie first. It was interesting to learn that the future children of Jesus and Mary could drive small cars backwards really well!
I still have not read the book but that is because I am reading "A Treasury of Royal Scandals". I have to admit those Royals and their Scandals are pretty interesting. I think the History Channel should have a Royal Scandal series. Before I read this I read "A Treasury of Great American Scandals." I am proud to report that American Scandals are just as good as the Royal ones in England. I must admit though American Scandals have less violent ends. Sometimes.
I have come to the conclusion that the Universe may be expanding and expanding but we humans have expansion limits. I mean the people that make jeans have a limit to how big the pant holes we put our legs in can be. There are larger sizes and they are called sweat pants. For some reason sweat pant sizes are limitless. I remember a time when people wore sweat pants for exercise. Now it is a fashion statement for the large person. I tend to go for the dark colors.
Hopefully my vacation is over and I can get back to blogging again. Since very few if any people read this I will not be under a lot of pressure. Still it is good to be back. At least for today.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
After it is over.
When I die I want to be a ghost. I want to go to the light and all that stuff, but I want to be a ghost first. There are a few places I would like to haunt and a few people that would be fun to hang around and scare. I want to walk thru a few walls and stuff. I like this time of year and all the scarey stuff. I have been watching all the stories about hauntings on TV and I would like to be investigated. I would have a good time moving things around and being a ghost on TV. I would not be a bad ghost just kind of a mildly scarey one.
Being a ghost I would not have to worry about going to work to pay for rent or food and drink. I could take my time and enjoy the places I like without being rushed. There are places I could go to and not have to worry about bus schedules, or planes crashing, running out of gas, or the car breaking down and things like that.
I don't think I would hang around womens shower rooms, because I am kind of shy about stuff like that. I must admit I would peek though, just because. Which would probably keep me from going to the light.
Flying would be kind of fun. I think ghosts fly? If they can walk thru walls they should be able to fly. I would like to be a thin ghost. I am kind of heavy now and want to lose some pounds. I wonder if being a ghost I could pick the age I felt my best, thinnest and healthiest. Although if I was dead healthy would not be something I could be.
I would not want to hang around haunted houses that already have ghosts in them. From what I saw on TV I don't think I would get along with the really bad ghosts that killed people in their past lives. I would mostly hang around the people that just died naturally and became ghosts.
I might haunt the computer and scare the people that did not leave comments on my posts but that would not be ethical and I don't want to be that kind of ghost either.
Just in case though, let me know if you want to be a ghost too, or not. I promise I won't bother you after I am gone. Do you think a ghost can keep a promise?
Being a ghost I would not have to worry about going to work to pay for rent or food and drink. I could take my time and enjoy the places I like without being rushed. There are places I could go to and not have to worry about bus schedules, or planes crashing, running out of gas, or the car breaking down and things like that.
I don't think I would hang around womens shower rooms, because I am kind of shy about stuff like that. I must admit I would peek though, just because. Which would probably keep me from going to the light.
Flying would be kind of fun. I think ghosts fly? If they can walk thru walls they should be able to fly. I would like to be a thin ghost. I am kind of heavy now and want to lose some pounds. I wonder if being a ghost I could pick the age I felt my best, thinnest and healthiest. Although if I was dead healthy would not be something I could be.
I would not want to hang around haunted houses that already have ghosts in them. From what I saw on TV I don't think I would get along with the really bad ghosts that killed people in their past lives. I would mostly hang around the people that just died naturally and became ghosts.
I might haunt the computer and scare the people that did not leave comments on my posts but that would not be ethical and I don't want to be that kind of ghost either.
Just in case though, let me know if you want to be a ghost too, or not. I promise I won't bother you after I am gone. Do you think a ghost can keep a promise?
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Pictures we never see.
I went to my friends house today and saw a picture of their sons new baby. The picture was in black and white and showed a sleeping baby in his father's arms. That is all you could see was the sleeping baby cradled in arms. Just arms holding the baby like a hammock or a-rock-a-by baby in the tree tops. That's all.
I have also seen many many pictures that moved me and erupted feeling of happiness, sadness, joy and explosions of feelings surged thru my brain firing all those synapses that effect those experiences that fold into long lasting memories.
Yet! There are many pictures I shall never see and many feeling I shall never experience because there are vast visual images that shall never pass my eyes in my short life.
I also have a blind friend that feels experiences similiar to what a sighted person may experience. Sometimes the blind person has more intense feelings because of their disability.
What the sighted and blind person have in common is that the world has a vast library of experiences and it is impossible to acknowledge them all.
This all seems to come to me because I just turned 54. It seems the older I get the more I reflect on life.
What seems to be bothering me the most is that I am on high blood pressure pills and old people pills that effect ones intimate lifestyles. There is help for us old gentlemen and we can be aroused for a whole four hours with the right pill. This would have been good when I was in my late teens and early twenties but the women I date at this age in my life are more prone to game shows, and shopping for grandchildren. Forget spending four hours in bed except unless it is called a nap.
So in retrospect the best I can do is enjoy thought provoking pictures that have some sort of life meaning. Even Playboy type magazines are depressing because they could be my daughter or even granddaughters. Anyway I wandering at this computer typing way word thoughts.
It is the after birthday depression thing. Like a bad hangover it catches up with me. Best I can do is enjoy what I can and enjoy the naps.
I have also seen many many pictures that moved me and erupted feeling of happiness, sadness, joy and explosions of feelings surged thru my brain firing all those synapses that effect those experiences that fold into long lasting memories.
Yet! There are many pictures I shall never see and many feeling I shall never experience because there are vast visual images that shall never pass my eyes in my short life.
I also have a blind friend that feels experiences similiar to what a sighted person may experience. Sometimes the blind person has more intense feelings because of their disability.
What the sighted and blind person have in common is that the world has a vast library of experiences and it is impossible to acknowledge them all.
This all seems to come to me because I just turned 54. It seems the older I get the more I reflect on life.
What seems to be bothering me the most is that I am on high blood pressure pills and old people pills that effect ones intimate lifestyles. There is help for us old gentlemen and we can be aroused for a whole four hours with the right pill. This would have been good when I was in my late teens and early twenties but the women I date at this age in my life are more prone to game shows, and shopping for grandchildren. Forget spending four hours in bed except unless it is called a nap.
So in retrospect the best I can do is enjoy thought provoking pictures that have some sort of life meaning. Even Playboy type magazines are depressing because they could be my daughter or even granddaughters. Anyway I wandering at this computer typing way word thoughts.
It is the after birthday depression thing. Like a bad hangover it catches up with me. Best I can do is enjoy what I can and enjoy the naps.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Just for you.
Every now and then a pat on the back, a kiss on the cheek, or a job well done is a nice thing to get, feel and hear.
So today just for you.
I have a great pat on the back for you to get.
A big kiss on the cheek for you to feel.
A job well done for you to hear.
Be special today because you are.
What the heck, have a hug too!
So today just for you.
I have a great pat on the back for you to get.
A big kiss on the cheek for you to feel.
A job well done for you to hear.
Be special today because you are.
What the heck, have a hug too!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Zoie
Her name is Zoie. I know because when I dreamed the dream I had, she was in it and told me that her name was Zoie, and spelled it Z-o-i-e.
She was a tall skinny blond haired woman between 20 and 40. I am bad with guessing ages. She had sandals on with dark colored striped socks. She also wore blue jeans and a kind of a white or ivory sweater shirt, plain. She wore thin glasses and her hair was in a pony tail. In my dream she was sitting at a table and I just had to ask her her name, she smiled and said Zoie and spelled her name for me. Then I woke up.
I had a strong urge to go get a Crispani Pizza at Panera. It is a bread and bun shop with wonderful bagels and breads etc. The Crispani Pizza is made only after 4 PM and I arrived there about 4:05 PM and ordered my Pizza, a mushroom one at that.
I also ordered a ice mocha and sat at a table to wait for my Pizza. As I sat there I noticed her. She was eating a sandwich and drinking something out of a huge white cup without a handle on it. It was Zoie. I could not believe it.
After she ate her sandwich she took out a small slip of blue contact paper and fashioned a small blue dog. I watched her quietly as she folded and creased the little paper into one of those Mexican looking dogs, which I cannot spell but is something like Chauwawa, but not Chewbacca.
When she was finished she stood it up, took her bowl or cup, and the tray she had with papers etc. on it and left the table. The little blue dog remained. I got up and gently picked up the dog and took it to her. I approached her and said. "You forgot this." She smiled looking very shy and shocked and mumbled, "oh or that is ok". I asked her if I could keep it and told her I would give it to my grandchildren. She smiled and nodded and I happly returned to my table and she walked out the door and drove away in her car. I think we both were glowing a little inside.
As I sat down I felt something special just happened and I could not put my finger on what it was until I held the little blue dog in my hand. For some reason that little blue dog became somewhat of magical thing to me. I decided to keep the little blue paper dog and it now sits ontop of my computer. It lookes like it is smiling and content where it is.
Thank you Zoie.
She was a tall skinny blond haired woman between 20 and 40. I am bad with guessing ages. She had sandals on with dark colored striped socks. She also wore blue jeans and a kind of a white or ivory sweater shirt, plain. She wore thin glasses and her hair was in a pony tail. In my dream she was sitting at a table and I just had to ask her her name, she smiled and said Zoie and spelled her name for me. Then I woke up.
I had a strong urge to go get a Crispani Pizza at Panera. It is a bread and bun shop with wonderful bagels and breads etc. The Crispani Pizza is made only after 4 PM and I arrived there about 4:05 PM and ordered my Pizza, a mushroom one at that.
I also ordered a ice mocha and sat at a table to wait for my Pizza. As I sat there I noticed her. She was eating a sandwich and drinking something out of a huge white cup without a handle on it. It was Zoie. I could not believe it.
After she ate her sandwich she took out a small slip of blue contact paper and fashioned a small blue dog. I watched her quietly as she folded and creased the little paper into one of those Mexican looking dogs, which I cannot spell but is something like Chauwawa, but not Chewbacca.
When she was finished she stood it up, took her bowl or cup, and the tray she had with papers etc. on it and left the table. The little blue dog remained. I got up and gently picked up the dog and took it to her. I approached her and said. "You forgot this." She smiled looking very shy and shocked and mumbled, "oh or that is ok". I asked her if I could keep it and told her I would give it to my grandchildren. She smiled and nodded and I happly returned to my table and she walked out the door and drove away in her car. I think we both were glowing a little inside.
As I sat down I felt something special just happened and I could not put my finger on what it was until I held the little blue dog in my hand. For some reason that little blue dog became somewhat of magical thing to me. I decided to keep the little blue paper dog and it now sits ontop of my computer. It lookes like it is smiling and content where it is.
Thank you Zoie.
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