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Again there is Valentine, passing in my life without love and has been same since 10 yrs.. tired of falling in love alone, tired of getting hurt, tired of waiting for love, tired of living alone,...just for once I want someone to be afraid of losing me!....anyway I'm happy for the people who are realy lucky with love...Wish you all a very very happy Valentine's Day!

It is my 40th birthday in September so I am taking a trip to the Grand Canyon on the 20th of this month.

My car mechanic informed me that in order to take the trip I will need 4 brand new tires which my father has volunteered to pay for. Thank God because tires are expensive. I will be driving so my mechanic recommended all 4 tires be replaced.

I’ve never taken a trip out of state alone so that’s a reason why my father has obliged to pay for my tires. He is encouraging me to take this trip. I couldn’t ask for better parents.

If I was younger I would be terrified to take this trip alone but since I’m an old fart now I have no fear whatsoever. I would just like some advice from some older wiser folks here about taking trips alone.

So far I have secured a hotel in Williams, Arizona. A city just below the Grand Canyon. It was cheaper than the Air BnB that I was eyeballing. Arizona is cheaper than California I’m noticing.

Anyway any travelers here are welcome to give me advice as this is the first time I will take a trip and trek out of state alone. I have already secured a ticket for my vehicle to enter the Grand Canyon as well.

Thank you in advance.

P.S. I chose to go this month instead of September because a lot can change in our country in 4 months. Might as well go now.

My daughter is walking her dog in 6 inches of snow. My friend there in Natal is resisting being washed out of her house by torrential rain. I know there's ice and snow and hail and awful stuff everywhere. Even sunny Spain is currently raining on the plain and here too, and will be until what the forecast calls 'breezy conditions' will blow the rain away.

So if anyone is enjoying lovely weather, do cheer us up, or make us jealous, or something.

And if your conditions are frightening - well, you probably don't have electricity to share. Sterkte.

(I say, what a jolly British sort of blog this is, what?)

It all started the other day when I noticed my letter box was slightly crooked. Normally, I wouldnt worry too much about that kind of thing but seeing as its almost christmas I thought I'd better fix it. So I got my hammer and nails and set about fixing it. All of a sudden, I hit my thumb with the hammer and it hurt like crazy.

I didnt know what to do, but I had heard them talking about medical cannabis and so I thought it might be for the best. I asked a bloke at the pub if he could ask his mate down the road for a bag. I had some, and I had a bit more for good measure. My thumb was feeling a lot better by now.

My neighbour stuck his head over the fence and asked if it was medical cannabis he could smell, because he had a sore elbow and wanted to have a go at it. Just then his wife Gladys piped up that she had a sore finger from gardening and so she'd like some too. Then all the neighbours came forward with all kinds of ailments and sores, the house reeked of pot.

There was a big commotion as somebody set fire to some tyres out the front, The police and the fire brigade turned up, all claiming to have some kind of sickness that only weed could fix. The ambulance guys turned up, and although they werent sick they did a swap with some goodies from the medicine cabinet. By now all my pot had run out and so the police brought out some devastatingly strong evidence, and the ambulance guys were giving out the oxys like lollies.

By this stage the fire brigade guys were having a massive waterfight, the cops were doing filthy demos up and down the street, and the ambulance guys were collapsed with half a dozen syringes in their necks. Everybody else was trying to sleep.

At school my teachers thought I would never amount to anything. I haven’t seen any of them since I left so they probably don’t know how accurate their predictions were. None of my achievements in life have been more than minor. This has, from time to time, caused me anxiety and dissatisfaction, but not anymore. I’ve found that since I’ve been living on my own I no longer care about achievement, or lack of it. A bit more money would be nice, but it wouldn’t take much more to spare me the usual end of the month juggling.

This made me wonder how many of the ambitions we have are for the sake of other people.

You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight, or the color of your hair.
You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks.
You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide.
You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone.
You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home.
You’re the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love.
You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of.
You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot
When you decided that you were defined by all the things you’re not.

(Not, by Erin Hanson)

I would argue in so many ways it cannot.


....even if the single parent was home 24/7 to provide a parental figure in the child's life when it was needed.

....even with two parents in the home...quality parental guidance seems to be fairly rare

....if no quality guidance

....equals questionable future paths


I have recently talked with so many people who just have outright hate in them...I feel bad for them...but, it is all they know.

Like I heard recently with George H. W.'s funeral, "Hate corrodes the container it is carried in."

If only these people could have a better way of dealing with their negative emotions.

..anyway...just a thought.

A speaker invited to a school to talk about the meaning of Christmas instead went rogue and told the kids – some as young as 4 – that Santa doesn’t exist and then handed out chocolate Santas for them to smash up.



Parents have rushed to assure their shattered kids that the nasty crazy Christian was lying and Santa DOES exist and is the reason for Christmas.

Yikes, how embarrassing it would be to admit the pile of prezzies came out of hard-earned cash (or credit card debt) from Mommy and / or Daddy and aren’t freebies from an elf-factory at the North pole!

How much of your Christmas this year depends on the existence of Santa, a commercial entity created to build greed in children, guilt in parents, AND teach us to lie through our teeth to our young to protect a consumer icon?

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE AN ANGRY BLOG AND PLEASE, IT IS NOT RELIGIOUS. This is SANTA talk, okay? The question, if any, is how big a role does the god of Christmas shopping have in your Christmas, and has anyone noticed a difference from childhood to now in the size of his role?

02 persons in love, appearance is more important or understanding, 'matching' is more important for you? I have my own opinion, I'm just curious how other people here think.

Fear leads to anger, Anger leads to hate & Hate leads to sufferings. "
What’s most important about this statement is that it is a vicious cycle. If we’re not careful, we may find ourselves indefinitely trapped in this cycle. No matter at which point of the cycle you get on, it will take you through the rest of the emotional cycle without fail. It is up to each one of us to break the chains and escape the trap.
Fear

We associate fear with the unknown and the unpredictable. We are afraid of what we do not understand because it makes us feel helpless and threatened. Making us feel that our very survival is in jeopardy. Being helpless and threatened frustrates us. It puts us on guard, forcing us to exhibit aggressive behavior. Frustration draws us to anger.

Anger

Anger comes from feeling threatened, out of control. It’s a powerful emotion. Anger is a strong burst of negative energy, which engulfs everyone involved. Anger is often blind and unreasonable. But the state of anger can not be sustained indefinitely. It doesn’t take long until it takes its passive form. That’s when it turns to hate.Hatred

Hatred alienates us from each other. Continued hatred literally hurts the hater more than the hated. Not only does hate alienate us from the subject of our hate, but also disconnects us from all forms of love. The heart is only capable of one powerful emotion. When it’s dark with hatred, it closes in on itself. It is no longer capable of fully opening up to embrace love of any kind.

Suffering

The withdrawal from love causes the suffering. Suffering takes many forms, many of which are self induced. Lot’s of other damaging emotions come into play. Unforgiveness, regret, discontent, resentment and apathy. Whether physical, emotional or psychological, the state of suffering is a dark place to be. Suffering places us back to the unknown, thus reverting to fear. The Enlightenment

But not all is lost. I must complete the above list with one more state. That of enlightenment. That’s right, suffering can, and does lead us to enlightenment. This is a Buddhist proverb. The only way to get out of suffering is to allow yourself to fully experience it. Meaning you must fully embrace and accept your experience, no matter how painful or unpleasant in order to render it harmless.?