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It was against the odds.

She was 46 and already had 4 adult children and 1 still at home. A new relationship, after a scandalous affair had ripped her first marriage to shreds, brought her love she had thought she'd never have again.

I was a surprise that relatives told her, in polite terms, would not be "normal" and that should be "terminated".

What was she thinking? Women her age are usually starting to enjoy being grandparents, which she already was....

My dad was on the road far away as a long distance truck driver. He would arrive the next day. The pictures showed his exhilarating joy - a baby girl!

My birthday, close on the heels of Valentine's Day, would come to exemplify how Love can be found deep inside each of us.

My mom had made mistakes in raising her first brood. She was more diligent about her next set. She saw the importance of passing on to the next generation the knowledge and skills she possessed.

Life is one constant lesson.
She was ever learning, too. We taught her how to ride a bike when she was in her 50's - not an easy feat on bumpy gravel roads! But she always compared it to riding a horse - even when she fell down!

She could understand animals and what they were thinking. I would laugh at the stories of horses thinking that huge rocks were bears and cats competing over mice in a barn.

Her eyesight had diminished before I was even born. Colors and shapes gradually almost completely faded. Yet, when she braved the transatlantic flight to come see me, she commented about how friendly and smiley the locals were when we walked to the market.

It was because she radiated Love wherever she was.

She didn't let her handicap prevent her from experiencing Life to its fullest.

And when my own world fell apart and I tried to hide it from her, she called crying and simply said, "My daughter, you are Loved."

On this day, the day I was born, I remember my mom and all the wonderful gifts she gave me.

My Life is a Tribute to her greatness.
Thank you, Mom!

"Many are called but few are chosen"

It takes some maturity, competence and security when facing terminally ill patient.

I am happy that my father has no pain this time.....and I can sleep now.

Goodnight.

Xoxo

This lil guy grows daily in leaps and bounds.

From this:



To this in 9 weeks:

"Tis true without error, certain & most true." [A partial (one of the verses) translation of the Emerald Tablet, found in the personal papers of Issac Newton after his death.]

This may or may not relate to ancient Sumerian texts and the DNA of Homo Sapiens.

Probably the oldest Egyptian god was a female named Neith. Mention of her is found in the writings of the Old Kingdom and the Lower Valley before the unification. Neith was a female. She is a god of many things. Hunting, war and the flood. Before Neith there were no others.

She was androgynous and she birthed her son Ra, Apep and Sobek in the time when there were no births and no males. The symbol of her name is two back to back bows with a shield between them and crossed arrows. When the Greeks came and Egypt was Hellenistic, this symbol was also seen as a loom and she was known to be the weaver of all things.

To the Greeks she later became known as Athena. To the Minoans she became the Earth Goddess, Gaia. She is also sometimes perceived and portrayed as a cow goddess with a line of stars across her back, similar to Io, the mistress of Zeus. She was sometimes known as the sky goddess and the originator of life.

As a goddess of War, she was also associated with death and protecting the bodies and souls of the dead. Her image graces the jar that holds the abdominal contents of Tutankhamen. She is also known as the virgin mother goddess. It is not inaccurate to say she held many roles and many things flowed from the tales of her.

In the time of the first war against the enemies of creation Neith rescued Mehet (who later became her regent, but not a mate for she had none) and used the flood to drown the enemies of life. Meith's willingness to kill the enemies of life and her skill with the bow and arrow also earned her the nickname of 'the terrifying one.' <It must be noted that in the set aside Hebrew 'Book of Jubilee' the purpose of the flood was as a weapon to kill off the Watchers, Angels who had transgressed against God's instructions. Further noted the One God was known in Egypt as Atun, but the Ancient Sumerians called the leader of the gods (small g) who had forbidden making their Man creation fertile Anu and a great war ensued when Anu's instructions were not followed.>

Neith was also viewed as the keeper of records and history of the gods. When the Greek Plato wrote in his Critiasof the travels of Solon, Plato reported that in the Temple of Neith in the City of Sais, Egypt were written tablets containing records and secrets which went back at least 9,000 years (back then).

With the coming of the Middle Kingdom of Egypt the temple of Neith fell into disuse and it's actual location is now long forgotten. I know of no archaeological efforts to find that temple and any remnants of the tablets that may lay in or under it's ruins.

Alas poor Neith. I toast thee for you may have indeed been the first Eve and the mother of all of us.

HEY GUYS......I AM BACK
how you doing,its been a long time haa....hows you all my old friend.....specially Namaron????
hows you man????

The term bling means ostentatious clothing and jewelry. A DOOOOD my age just goes for "stuff" or threads and scratch as we called clothing and jewelry when we were young. Scratch also meant money!

I bring that up because when I was young I liked threads, not scratch so much and limited to a watch, but threads were my thing.

I used to wear suits to class at Pasadena (CA) City College. I also had some mean "stomps" (shoes) or "Calkos", if your Hispanic. I was styling.

Age has caught up with me because now I don't care how I look. And sometimes it draws stares and smirks from people. I don't really match stuff like I used to and style doesn't mean much. I was thinking about how long I had some of my "threads" and it's approaching between 10 and 20 years. I had to chuckle remembering my youth!! I wouldn't be causht "dead" not styling!

Last Sunday, after church, I went to eat at a Mexican restaurant. It was named "De La Michoacan". As I walked in I went to the "library" (restroom) because that's what us old guys do. I walked past a White couple and they were .... smirking!! I chuckled inwardly because my "threads" were in tune with "old man" style. And that's what brings this blog up.

All of my "threads" were gifts from my children. I have taken care of them to preserve them as long as possible because the love and affection I feel towards my children and our loving relationship. I know I must have looked corny but when you wear something that symbolizes the love I described above then nothing else matters. Heck, I have a long worn out pair of "Nike" socks that my twins gave me 25 years ago. I look at them with a feeling of tenderness in my heart because I know who gave them to me.

My oldest daughter went on a trip to New Orleans about 30 years ago and I still have the Tee. Yeah, the collar is frayed, it has holes in it and I don't care. I don't wear the socks and the Tee anymore. I keep them carefully folded up and in 2 special places. They are wrapped in a plastic bag and in my heart.

They have given me an array of clothing and most of it doesn't match because these "threads" were given to me over the years, yep, all from 10 to 20 years old, but they are still wearable so wear them proudly I do!! If this couple that smirked at me on Sunday only knew what an old man with wonderful children has on his body and in his heart I am sure they would smile. But they didn't know and that's understandable. There was no meanness intended.

In truth, I also smirked at them because they were both covered with "Tatts". The woman, very attractive had sleeves of "Tatts" and so did her partner. A very handsome looking man! They made a good looking couple but those "Tatts" ruined their appearance. My opinion so it don't mean "jack"!!

Now, I can hardly wait til Sunday to find the most imperfect wardrobe but totally filled with memories and love!

I give the Lord Jesus Christ all praise, credit, honor and Glory!1 Amen & Amen!!

I decided last week to visit my kids and grandkids in California last week.

I took Amtrak and then the Metro Line and landed in Ontario. CA where my son lives. His beautiful wife and the G-kids greeted me so wonderfully I was pushed to extreme happiness because of this love!

Needless to say, his dog just couldn't get enough of me nor the cat. These 2 pets are the best. When I woke up after overnight they were with me in my bed. All snuggled up like 3 pupa's in a cocoon!!

I got re-acquainted with my new G-son, Gabe. He knew I was a stranger and he looked me over for awhile. But in a short time we were pals. His older brother, Leo, was all over me too. They also love their Mom and Dad to the max. When one of them leaves the house to go shopping you should see the excitement in the kids eyes when they walk through the door. Heck the dog and the cat too. Leo and the pets run to the Mom or Dad and Gabe crawls to them as fast as he can.

I know I have mentioned this before but my siblings were a pain in the neck. But God rewarded me with a great family. And my son is just 1/3 of it.

During the week I went to stay with my sisters. They are getting very old now and are not really able to take care of themselves properly. I have offered to live with them, and even pay rent, but they refuse my help. I can't figure my siblings out. But simply put they have never been loving towards me. I have long ago accepted this but I know they need to be watched. But because of their attitude towards me it's not as carefully as it should be. Yes, they are obstinate!

The week also meant a visit with my niece, Cecelia. She is a darling and a real delight. She has the manners and attitude of a saint. We spent the day together and we also went for our favorite pasttime meal. A cheeseburger together. She has never been accepted by my siblings because she in not a blood relative. She was adopted by my late brother, a man she proudly called and loved as her Dad!

The weekend was then spent with my daughter and pal, Carly. She is the twin sister of my son and we have a great relationship. Quite simply, we love to hang. She drove me back to Arizona and we spent the weekend at the Casino where I work. She "fell in love" with the guitar player then she left to go home.

I am so proud of my family. They have all done well and they deserve everything they have.

Yes, I love my family very much!

On windy days I often think back to an event that took place long, long ago when I was but a boy and health and safety was still in short trousers. The drama that I am about to unfold for you took place on the 85th birthday of my best friend’s grandfather.

Alan’s granddad was a small, slightly built man but surprisingly sprightly for his age. In those days 85 was an good age to have reached and the family had decided that the occasion should be marked with more than the usual victoria sponge and yet more pairs of socks and pants. They could have organised some sort of surprise for him but it no doubt seemed easier just to ask him what he would most like to do on his special day. I think they expected him to take time to think about his birthday treat but when he came back with an instant reply they were both surprised and regretful that they didn’t take the trouble to organise a surprise, after all. In a manner that sounded almost rehearsed the old man stated that the only thing he wanted -and his tone of voice strongly implying the only thing he would settle for- was to perform a parachute jump. Anyway, to cut a long story short, and spare me the the trouble of making one up, the family accepted the inevitable and Alan’s dad organised the parachute jump.

Before Alan’s granddad was allowed to make the jump it was necessary for him to attend a training session; which he got through with no problem, apparently. The instructor did have one or two safety concerns, but, after the old man’s agreeing to remove his false teeth beforehand, he seemed to be satisfied that it was safe to go ahead.

The event was to take place on a Wednesday morning. Luckily, it was the school holidays and Alan invited me along to watch the spectacle. So there we all were, about a dozen of us standing in a field looking towards the skies. At first there was just a faint, distant drone, but then appeared a spec in the sky which very shortly became identifiable as a small aircraft. Up till then it had been a fine early June morning, barely a cloud in the sky and very still. Just before the aeroplane was over the field, though, a breeze seemed to come out of nowhere.

The plan was for Alan’s granddad to jump first, followed very soon after by the instructor. It was only when the chutes opened that the flaw in the plan became apparent. The first thing we noticed was that the instructor was descending noticeably quicker than the granddad. The second thing we noticed was that the granddad’s progress seemed to be more horizontal than vertical. As I mentioned earlier, Alan’s granddad was not a very substantial man, and it now became obvious that the degree of his insubstantiality had not been adequately taken into account.


As I watched I was reminded of a dandelion seed floating on the wind, after being blown free from the fluffy pom-pom of the flower head. Alan’s dad got in his car and tried to follow but the roads, of course, didn’t always run in the direction he wanted to go, so a certain amount of predicting the final destination was called for. He was never going to get it right, no one could have.

The granddad of Alan’s adventure came to a undignified end when he clattered into the dustbins behind the chiropodist’s on the High Street. Now this was an amazing coincidence because he had an appointment at that very chiropodist’s that very afternoon. The commotion brought the staff running out to see what had happened almost immediately. After a short period of questions and explanations, granddad was whisked inside and given a mug of very sweet tea; which was the remedy for most things in those days. The staff couldn’t have been better, they brought forward his appointment and treated his corns there and then.

This is a true story and everything happened exactly as I have described.

After looking a recent film by the title 45, I was quite perplexed for what its central message cot point could be. The old ageing actors are superb, CHARLOT Rambling just 70 and the magnificent old wooly of the sixties Tom Caurntey approaching his eighties.A couple with no kids somewhere in winter s England deciding to celebrate their 45 years of marriage because at their 40 the husband had a bypass operation and they missed it.

And suddenly the authorities inform the old man that the dead body of his misress when he was 27 and before meeting his wife, was found intact as at the age of death that she was 28 in a glacier in Swizerland after an accident she had 50 years ago with her loverwho survived but her corpse was never found.She was wearing a marriage ring because the young lovers were telling to the hoteliers that they were married to have permission in a double room.The old man in a shoc by the idea to look at the face of his ex mistress exactly as it was 50 years ago decides to go to recognise the dead body as the authorities asked him thinking he was married to her. He goes even to a touristic agency to book a ticket to the Alpes.And suddenly he changes his mind and stays home to celebrate the 45th anniversary of his marriage with local friends in a public salon where he speaks a touching summary of his married life.End of the film but the message was still missing.

And just today I after a week passed I resolved the riddle or the mystery of his decision. By the thought that even in this age somebody has to look in the present and maybe in the future but not in the past that is lost. His 45 years of marriage is of course a past but a past connected directly with his present time. So, permitted nostalgia is this that can be connected to an actual condition and not something completely and definitely lost, otherwise it becomes an eternal mourn.Even ULISSES nostalgising his beloved Ithaka was planning how to recover it .

And my quest is the following: Is it worthy to choose a woman just for the easy things ( pleasures so common in youth) or somebody has to focus on the difficulties and how to face them together with a woman who can resist or tolerate or encouragen raising the morals this having not much to do with pleasures ?

Less than a week ago, I commented on a customer's hair on how lovely it was. She had the exact hairstyle I've always wanted, a sleek bob. She then further explained that she just had a haircut and donated her long locks to the National Cancer Society of Malaysia.

Now, here's a girl that is not only beautiful on the outside but beautiful in the inside as well.

When I got back after work that day, I immediately Google-ed about 'The Locks of Hope Hair Donation Campaign' that was launched to encourage Malaysians to donate their hair through participating hair salons, which will be used to produce wigs for cancer patients.

I happened to stumble upon this Thai commercial. Would love to share it with you and please.......have a box of tissues nearby





Happy Sunday to everyone

Mine just started and I have a feeling that it's gonna be a great day ahead coz I've got my 2 cheeky monkeys with me to spend my Sunday with