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the killings in Paris are the result of making a mockery of other peoples religion. It is not justified to kill but it should teach us a lesson and refrain from inflammatory actions and not stretch the European rights of freedom of expression.

Time is wasting,we were meant to love each other but seperation is the roots to all our problems. If i hurt then i hurt myself,hate you then i hate myself and if i kill you i kill me. But if i can love you like me,if i treat you like i treat me,what a world it would be when i see you are me. If i turn my back and walk away and say that's not me so i'm ok then i fail because it will go on and on again.

I’m all alone today. My sister and her husband are away for the weekend and I’m making my own food. Today I can eat what I want and when I want. My sister’s daughter invited me for lunch but I declined the offer. I need to be alone sometimes.

I maintain a personal space around me that only my lover, my parents, siblings, children, and grandchildren can violate at will. Of course, there are some other exceptions like the hairdresser, physician, dentist, and so on.

Big flirt that I am, I’m not the hugging or touching type. This is perhaps the main reason why everybody accepts my flirting. I don’t like people hanging on me and I hang on nobody. This is now the people other than a lover. She is the always welcome and I normally cannot get enough of her presence.

Other than my direct family, I seldom touch people. My friends, extended family (cousins etc), and their spouses are only permitted inside my space when we greet or congratulate each other. And then they must shake hands (or kiss) and bugger off or I will take a step backwards.

When I shake somebody’s hand and he holds onto my hand for too long, like some church brothers do, I will soon remove my hand. I’m not fond of dancing but when I do, I try to maintain my distance as well as I can.

But the funny thing is, I get annoyed when a woman offers me her cheek when I congratulate her on something. The same applies if she kisses me on the cheek when she congratulates or wishes me on something. It is just too impersonal and if she cannot kiss me on the mouth, I won’t even bother next time. Hell, I don’t have TB!

Naturally, there are times when physical contact with strangers is unavoidable. When you leave a rugby stadium after a game, it is impossible not to touch people but that type of contact does not bother me. Why would it be that I’m quite prepared to be squashed by strangers but don’t like it when a friend put his hand on my shoulder?

Have a great day and forget about the Monday blues looming on the horizon.

Its a good thing to trust someone, and be in love.I have realised that in today's society,most of the people who commit evil deeds, are those who once had confidence and trust on people but were deceived and humiliated.
A deceptive mind have no more confidence in people,they are always lonely,distant to others and lack trust.Such people may be very aggressive towards others from the slightest error.
"Minds" that have attained this level of mistrust are very hard to win over.This set of people are traumatized, as such the word love has no true meaning to them.Their thinking could be infested by the spirit of revenge.
Have you been there?

Around 1000 A.D. taxes were still payable in goods, though there was money, too. Mostly thin silver coins cut out from hammered silver sheets. These coins were called "denar" like the roman silver coins.
At this time there was an important monastery in Lorsch with much real estate and income from the peasants.
Taxes on farms were for example: a pig and a sheep annually, a horse and a certain amount of wine or an ox, eggs and a few denars.
Every peasant had to plow about two acres of dominion land three times a year and had to work three days of the week for the landlord.
Every single man or woman had to pay 369 denars tax annually for being single.




Denar from Schwäbisch Hall, a city producing salt in the middle ages

Just want to say hello to all my friends here (Ed, Welela, Knenagh, Catfoot, Lavina, Bambina, Chingching, Virgo, and many more oh it's been ages I don't know who's still here and who's the new blogger), been a while I'm hiding. When you fail something sometimes you just want to crawl under your blanket as you don't feel like meeting anyone because you have no idea to say in case they ask you "How are you?". But then you miss good things too, by hiding. So here I am, back to life, will try to live it to the fullest again. Hopefully this year brings us happier time, more laugh, and more good memories.

Love,
Saras

My grandparents had the same phone in their home for 40 years.
My parents never wasted a thing.

From Facebook:
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

The older lady went on to explain:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen, not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

A well deserved

A very large number of Vietnam veterans haven’t made it all the way home from the war in Southeast Asia. By conservative estimates, at least half a million Vietnam veterans still lead lives plagued by serious, war-related readjustment problems. Such problems crop up in a number of ways, varying from veteran to veteran. Flashbacks to combat… feelings of alienation or anger… depression, loneliness and an inability to get close to others… sometimes drug or alcohol problems… perhaps even suicidal feelings.

In World War II, the United States was very clearly threatened by a uniformed and easily recognizable foe. In Vietnam, it was quite the opposite. It appeared that the whole country was hostile to American forces. The enemy was rarely uniformed, and American troops were often forced to kill women and children combatants. There were no real lines of demarcation, and just about any area was subject to attack. Most American forces had been trained to fight in conventional warfare, in which other human beings are confronted and a block of land is either acquired or lost in the fray. However, in Vietnam, surprise firing devices such as booby traps accounted for a large number of casualties with the human foe rarely sighted. A block of land might be secured but not held.

The only observable outcome was an interminable production of maimed, crippled bodies and countless corpses. Some were so disfigured it was hard to tell if they were Vietnamese or American, but they were all dead.

The civilian population of the World War II era had been treated to movies about the struggles of readjustment for veterans.
The civilian population of the Vietnam era was treated to the horrors of the war on the six o’clock news. They were tired and numb to the whole experience. Some were even fighting mad, and many veterans came home to witness this fact.
Some World War II veterans came home to victory parades. Vietnam veterans returned in defeat and witnessed antiwar marches and protests.

PTSD symptoms experienced by some Vietnam war veterans are:

DEPRESSION

Many have been continually depressed since their experiences in Vietnam. They have the classic symptoms of sleep disturbance, psychomotor retardation, feelings of worthlessness, difficulty in concentrating, etc.

ISOLATION

Combat veterans have few friends. Many veterans who witnessed traumatic experiences complain of feeling like old men in young men’s bodies. They feel isolated and distant from their peers.

RAGE

The veterans’ rage is frightening to them and to others around them. For no apparent reason, many will strike out at whomever is near. Frequently, this includes their wives and children.

SURVIVAL GUILT

When others have died and some have not, the survivors often ask, “How is it that I survived when others more worthy than I did not?

ANXIETY REACTIONS

Some veterans are uncomfortable when standing out in the open. Many are uneasy when sitting with others behind them, often opting to sit up against something solid, such as a wall. The bigger the object is, the better. Many combat veterans are most comfortable when sitting in the corner in a room, where they can see everyone about them.

SLEEP DISTURBANCE AND NIGHTMARES

Few veterans struggling with post-traumatic stress disorders find the hours immediately before sleep very comfortable. In fact, many will stay awake as long as possible. They will often have a drink or smoke some cannabis to dull any uncomfortable cognition that may enter during this vulnerable time period.

INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

Traumatic memories of the battlefield and other less affect- laden combat experiences often play a role in the daytime cognitions of combat veterans. Frequently, these veterans report replaying especially problematic combat experiences over and over again.