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6 million ways to die....choose one

This has been a longstanding debate between a few people I know.....call it morbid, call it what you will...but we all think about it at one time or another.

The conversation started with fear of heights...I'm not afraid of heights, skydived a few times...I'd rather fall off the top of a skyscraper than fall out of, say, a 7th story window..because at least if I fell off the skyscraper I'd be dead for sure and not a vegetable.

If you were given the choice of how you would die...what would you choose? Intially my response was that it really didn't matter as long as death was imminent.....

but after much thought and debate...I decided that maybe when I got really old and started riding around in a Hoveround (one of those motorized wheel chairs) I think I would just go to the Grand Canyon and sit there for a while...and think about my life, and then just drive that badboy right over the edge! Pretty sure I'd have a heart attack before I hit the bottom anyway....and at least the view would be pretty!

The other person in this debate decided they wanted to be blown up...into a billion pieces......another decided they wanted to be shot...no idea why...haa...too many opportunities there for being injured and not dying

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May 2010
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What it was like to be 12 years old.....

I don't remember much about being 12, but after reading the umpteenth blog about depression, loneliness, scammers, and just down right depressing and self-pitying blogs, I decided to search for some paperwork I've been needing to find. In my search, I came across quite a little gem......

When I was 12, my best friend at the time used to write me notes, and always tried to make me laugh with little 'Birdy Birdy in the sky' rhymes and stories. Amidst the paperwork in one folder, I found the tattered, pencil written note from 1992 from my best friend. I will say it really warmed my heart, made me laugh, and put things back in perspective.

It reads:

I'm so glad we are best friends. :) Better than medicine when I fart. Im sorry its just a habit, toot toot. If we broke up Id be a nerves wreek. I'd proudly choke on my gum then puke, and suck it up yuk yuk, thats what will happen so be ready if it happens.

You are my best friend. Im sorry when we get into fights. If we ever break up, it would be horrible. Will you get our best friend necklaces next time you are at the mall? I drew a picture, I hope you like it. I like yours, the bird looks so cool, I mean, cute. Listen to this poem:

Roses are Red,
Violets are blue,
if we ever break up,
I'll kill you!

Roses are red,
best friend necklaces are silver,
If we break up, Ill hate you forever!

Birdy Birdy in the sky
You better close your mouth or die
then you'll go Buy-Buy :(
Why Why
Dont ask me why
Why, you silly- fly!

{ Badly sketched Image of bird pooping}

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May 2010
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Modern day Romeo & Juliet

It was such an animalistic experience, being with him. He was beautiful, inside and out. His soul felt soft and warm, yet cold and scared. His innermost desires were so transparent to me. We connected in a different time, a different place-on a different level, and he knew it. Every fiber of our beings was interconnected when we were together. He made me feel alive again. As alive as I felt, I never knew I could feel so unbeliveably alone at the same time.

We crossed paths for a reason, no doubt. It’s still unclear what exactly that reason was. He had the ability to delve into the intricate inner workings of my mind and fully understand me without having to say a word. He left me speechless.
Sometimes I couldn’t look at him because he saw through my façade and directly into the pain and hurt in my eyes. He hugged me with his eyes, and secretly wished he could take away all my hurt. He felt what I had been through, even though I never uttered a word.

I felt so exposed yet so free at the same time. Someone finally looked at me and silently understood who I was as a person and placed no judgement on me. Oh, how bittersweet life is. Our words made no difference, because time stopped when we were together. We couldn’t be anywhere but in the present moment. It was mystical.

My excitement was short-lived, balanced by the awful feeling brewing in the pit of my stomach. We would never be together, and I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on him. That is what made me feel sad and alone beyond all belief. For a long time I forgot how scary it was to feel such intense emotion. Suppressing my desires was a constant battle of the ego.

How could I be willing to take a leap of faith on someone knowing that my instincts had never let me down in the past? What lesson was he here to teach me? Just as quickly as we understood each other, we became inseparable. Sometimes the body takes on a mind of its own. Sometimes we succumb to our desires in order to temporarily fill a void.

The problem is, you can’t trust someone who can see directly into your soul, but isn’t willing to break down their own walls. Like a chess game, they anticipate your next move, and have their next five moves already plotted out.

This wonderful alliance was predestined to fail, but I was determined to prove fate wrong, and pay the consequences. I deserved something great, and wonderful, and to feel alive again. But who was I kidding?

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Apr 2010
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What is in your closet?

No, not your proverbial closet, but, in your actual closet!

Your closet can be a haven for pieces of you that are long gone...or perhaps it is an indication of what is to come....

I haven't been in mine for a while, because it is rather atrocious and looks as though it could use the assistance of a small bulldozer....

But I will admit, one thing I saw the last time I was in there was a hula hoop......perhaps a long lost hobby, or maybe just a brief infatuation?

whats in your closet?

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The Significance of Ladybugs.....

Almost all countries consider ladybugs good luck. But are they? My experience so far confirms this theory. I don’t think my Mom would agree, because one summer she had a ladybug infestation.

My first significant encounter with a ladybug was one of the days I almost died. I used to ride motorcycles with a group of very reckless people. Every time we hit the bridge in town we would all take off at ungodly speeds. Sometimes I joined in, other times I stayed in the back. This particular day two of the guys were riding really aggressively.

The first guy took off, and the second followed closely behind carrying a 16 year old on the back. They were going much faster than me, perhaps 120. I was going about 90 when something told me to get in the other lane. They were playing far too much for my liking.

Suddenly, a ladybug landed directly on my visor. I was perplexed that the ladybug did not get smashed into oblivion like every other bug does at these speeds. Before that thought was even finished I looked up to witness one of the most horrific things I have ever seen. The second rider and the passenger slammed into the other rider at over 100mph on the peak of the bridge. My heart sank. Time stopped. I couldn’t breathe. I watched three people get slung into the air like ragdolls, heard the awful noise of the impact, and watched in horror as bike parts exploded into an atomic mushroom cloud. They were tumbling along the road like tumbleweeds. Not one had a helmet.

As the shrapnel rained down, half of a bike and one rider began to slide into my lane. I had to make the most important split second decision of my life - try to pass the piece of bike and the rider without crashing, or attempt an extremely quick stop and potentially lose control, crash, or run someone over. I slammed on the brakes and struggled to not crash. The bike began to wobble and lose its balance. I came to a screeching halt within inches of the drifting piece of bike and my friend. I went from 90 to 0 in about 4 seconds. That was a new one for me.

The ladybug didn’t move an inch. I took a moment to compose myself and figure out how to breathe again, and then I went into autopilot. I checked on everyone to make sure they were alive. Two of the three were not in good shape. The girl’s hair got stuck in the bike tire during the airborne collision. She was missing half a head of hair, her shoe flew over into the ocean, and she would easily require major skin reconstruction for the rest of her life. The entire left side of her body had literally been peeled off. The other rider went as white as a ghost and started to pass out. He wanted me to call his mom. The bike that split in half was still blocking the bridge. Gasoline was spilling everywhere. The second rider walked away with not one scratch on his body. He even came and singlehandedly hoisted the 600lb bike out of traffic. They say men can lift entire cars with a high dose of adrenaline, but I never saw such a thing in my life.

As we waited for the paramedics to take our friends to the hospital, one of the other guys walked back with me to get my bike. He quit smoking for almost a year until that day. I proposed we get away from the gasoline first. As he smoked, I showed him the unrelenting ladybug. He was already beside himself, but this really bewildered him. He insisted someone had been watching over me today. As the paramedics loaded up our friends and drove away, the ladybug slowly fluttered off my bike. It is indeed life's little irony how nothing can really make you feel more alive than being so close to death.

That was my first significant encounter with a ladybug……..

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Apr 2010
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A Sagittarius Woman

She sees the world exactly as it is and says what she sees. At times, you may wish that she were not so honest. A Sagittarius woman lacks tact and her flat, on-the-face statements may make you feeling like running away from her. Then, suddenly, she will say something so charming that you will feel as if you are on the seventh heaven. There, you go again! You will be trapped in her charm once more. Once you have been enamored by a Sagittarius girl, you will be staying with her for a long time. She is pleasant, friendly, outspoken and very talkative. Her forthrightness comes form the fact that she has no illusions about the world.

But then, she would be like any other girl, wouldn't she? She is very optimistic, but not irrational. She will judge the entire situation as per the facts, analyze its probable outcome and still believe that things will get better. Usually, she is very calm and composed. However, when you become rude to her or offend her, she may become like the fire-spitting dragon.

Sagittarius women are quite independent and love their freedom. They are attached to their family, but not too much. If you want to get something done from a Sagittarian female, just ask her; don't order. She will never ever do it. So, you will be expected to balance politeness with firmness. She is very sentimental and emotional, though it seems otherwise. It just that, where her feelings are concerned, she becomes too shy.

She will be a lovely hostess to guests and make them feel at home. Just let her be what she is. Don't try to change her and don't curb her individuality. She will brighten your life with her optimism, boost you with loyalty, trust you blindly and shower her affection on you. She will encourage you to see dreams and help you in making them come true!

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Wonderful Appliances

Yes, because I know you care soooo much!

When I discovered the magical abilities of the rice cooker, I was smitten. Unbelievable! I could never screw up rice again! Did you know you can even dump flavored rice and/or Rice o’ Roni in this thing? Whoa! I will even admit when the cord to my rice cooker broke, I wrote the company a letter. Oh yes. A bona fide letter about the importance of that cord being replaced. Turns out, that particular cord was no longer in production. Oh sure, they sent me a new rice cooker, without a functioning cord! What a horrible irony…..

Then, I was introduced to the rice cookers' cousin - the crock pot. What a godsend. Dump anything in, and come back in 4 hours and you have a meal. Minimal prep, perfectly cooked meat, juicy vegetables, wow!

Unfortunately these appliances have been collecting dust. I can’t remember the last time I tried to cook, because I have been working so much I don’t even have time to grocery shop, much less try to cook some sort of meal. But, for a while there I was doing pretty good….

On a somewhat related note, my damn vacuum backfired on me last weekend. I’ve had that thing for about 10 years and not one peep. I covered my carpet with some carpet fresh and began vacuuming. *BOOM* Not sure what I ran over, but I’m pretty sure the neighbors alerted security. I seriously thought I had been shot by a sniper. This thing sounded like gunfire, and I was then surrounded by a huge plume of carpet fresh…the whole vacuum bag popped! I will say it gave me a great laugh!

I still haven’t replaced it, because I am not sure what is going on in the vacuum market these days…..at least my carpet still smells good? I guess I have to buy a new one to vacuum up all the carpet fresh..... lol

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Rainy Sunday afternoon and memories

I love the rain. The smell of wet pavement reminds me of my dad. The rain is my second favorite...I think the wind is even more amazing.

My very first memories is when I was 4 and it was raining....and my grandmother was chasing my sister and I around with a newspaper as we laughed and ran around in circles trying to get away- in our little sunday dresses....it was very magical.

I wish I didn't have so much to do today, because it would feel great to sit around and listen to the storm outside.

Which reminds me- I once met a woman who said she remembered being 6mos old.....what is your very first memory? How old were you? I've been told that whatever your very first memory is, is indicative of how you percieve your life....i.e. if it was a scary memory, you have a theme of fear in your life, if it was a happy memory, you tend to have a positive view of life, etc. Any thoughts on this?

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Mar 2010
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What is your greatest discovery?

"It is the one I am about to make" - Robert Ballard

If you have 10 mins I think you should watch this video. It really intrigues me....I wish there were more people like him on the planet...explorers! Some of the things found in this 10 min clip just blow my mind.

As an added benefit....you might actually grow some brain cells, as opposed to losing them like you might in some of these other blogs! hehehe j/k

http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=5825994n&tag=related;photovideo

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Mar 2010
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6 million ways to die....choose one

What it was like to be 12 years old.....

Modern day Romeo & Juliet

What is in your closet?

The Significance of Ladybugs.....

A Sagittarius Woman

Wonderful Appliances

Rainy Sunday afternoon and memories

What is your greatest discovery?

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