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Where did my dream come from?
It's your first day at new office and as you walk down the halls you notice that everyone is laughing and pointing at you. Suddenly you realize that you have no clothes on and panic sets in and BOOM…. you wake up and realize it was all just a dream. As you sit and discuss your dream with your friends at the lunch table, you can't help but wonder, what does it all mean? Such a situation could not possibly happen, so where could such a horrible idea come from? Many dream analysts, philosophers, psychologists, and interpreters have pondered this question for centuries. Can anyone truly find the source of dreams or even control them? There have been arguments, debates and volumes of written on various theories on the true source of dreams.
One author of many dream articles, supports the theory that deities or the gods send dreams themselves. which vary in each culture.

The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud....
According to Freud, dreams allow unconscious desires, fears or emotions to express themselves in a disguised way. Dreams are an expression of wish fulfilment communicating through symbols.

Freud is presenting a case study and explains his belief that there is a psychological technique that makes interpreting dreams possible,

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and so society has also possessed those how refuse to look forward, those who resisted the great thinkers in science and civilization....

The Intricate Mind of Sigmund was also a complex man that was a genius in his field. Sigmund Freud's studies, theories and techniques have developed his 'theory of dreams' to go further in his analysis.

Sigmund Freud was a pioneer within the field of psychology who developed multiple theories that introduced the world to the inner meanings of the human unconscious,
His theories on hypnotherapy, psycosexual development, and defense mechanisms gives people the ability to control and predict their future behavior. These theories, being recognized as some of the most remarkable for free thinkers and scientists..

Your intultion is the most honest friend that you will ever have

I've been thinking about writing a couple of books. So here are some excerpts from one of them. There are several things I have not decided on but this is the gist of the book. I will use nothing depicting todays Major League Baseball teams nor any of it's minot affiliates.

Being of Mexican heritage I am pointing out right now that i will be using derogatory labels with no prejudice. I am stating a well known fact how people of color or different heritage were referred to in the early days of baseball. I ask all people of color to know I am writing this as close to real as possible but still keeping the story largely fictional.

The Karval Bombers

Back in the days when life in the middle Eastern Colorado town of Karval was simple some kinda rich guys started playing with the idea of a Minor Players baseball team right here in this town. They decided to get together to discuss the possibility of creating a Class D team. Back in those days Major Players Baseball teams had several farm teams. Unlike today where Class A, AA and AAA teams then had a few more teams scattered in towns all over the U. S.

One Sunday after church they met at The Junction. Karvals only restaurant over by Highway 96. The whole idea was so infant that they didn't even know what to call the team, where the stadium would be erected or anything else.

Shucks, they didn't even know who to contact at Major Players or anything else. All except for one of the "founding fathers" whose nephew married some gal in Denver whose 3rd cousin was involved with the Major Players Association somewhere on Texas. Amarillo, I think. But, heck, it was a start.

The "founding fathers" did have one solid plan. They would be called the Karval Bombers and there would be no nigras or messicans or japs or injuns on the team. They would all be homegrown white boys from college or the real good ones over at Karval High School. Shucks. They decided that the "color element" was already too overwhelming. If they want to attend the games we'll charge them double prices and put some folding chairs for them out in the outfield.

So the founding fathers first meeting was definitely constructive with the best ideas laid out on the table and Robby Jones elected to spearhead the move to get in contact with his nephew over in Denver. By the way, these guys were rich. They were all wheat farmers over in Nomil whose occupation was having bad crops and getting U. S. government subsidies for failed crops. The government subsidized them for these crop failures and they were thus able to buy the latest new fangled wheat machines tax subsidy could buy.

Heck! With all the spare time these guys had they had to do something so this baseball team idea was just the thing to keep them from getting too fat and lazy. So, between bad crops and filling out those long tedious subsidy claim forms the new thing was baseball for Karval.

OK, that's it for now. Please feel free to critique.

Man’s association with horses is well illustrated in our mythology. Almost every culture in the world have some horses in their folklore. The Unicorn, Pegasus, Sleipner, Chollima, Tulpar and Khantaka are just a few examples of famous horses.

But before you think that I’m talking horse feathers, let me give it to you straight from the horse’s mouth. I have always been a bit of a dark horse – if not the horse’s a** – but you may as well get off your high horse because there is no use in flogging a dead horse.

It is rude to look a gift horse in the mouth and if you had any horse sense you will know that you can only lead a horse to the water but you cannot make him drink. So you may as well stop horsing around or the horselaugh will be on you. Now hold your horses and don’t put the cart in front of the horses. I wish you would stop this horseplay but if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

I never realized that there were so many idioms and expressions about horses. A quick search of the Internet revealed at least 150 of them.

Wild horses couldn't drag him away from the racecourse but it was a one-horse race and he backed the wrong horse. The Trojan horse was a better bet because here they run horses for courses and this time it was a horse of a different color.


My cousin is a horse of many colors and as strong as a horse but that is hardly surprising because he eats like a horse. Mind you, if only this was not such a one-horse town, I could have eaten a horse.

But more amazing is that there are many other idioms and expressions that don’t contain the word horse like ‘a run for your money’, ‘a head start’, ‘from scratch’ and ‘neck and neck’, all have their origins from the horseracing track – or is that the race course?.

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse but it is no use to shut the stable after the horse has bolted and one should remember that if two ride on the same horse, one must ride behind.

For the want of a nail, a shoe was lost.
For the want of a shoe, a horse was lost.
For the want of a horse, a kingdom was lost.

Well, I better be on my horse or I’ll be here all day.


You all have a good time but don’t play horsy, horsy all day.

Wow!

My family is so special. Years ago I couldn't get along with my siblings. They're bossiness and judging kept chapping my hide so I stayed away from them. What wonders come with aging. We all get along now and they're are more hospitable and generous.

Earlier in the week sister Mercedes called me and asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. Did I want a home cooked meal? I said, "How about a can of chili beans and cornbread"! She scolded me for being silly. I thought it was hilarious. She then said, "OK, come over Saturday and we'll have something". That was great because I've never had a meal I didn't like.

My kids came along, except my daughter from Portland, and so did my nephew and his family. What I am going to say now pains me immensely, but a niece called and asked me what was going on. I didn't want to lie so I told her. The painful part is these same sisters refer to her as a moocher and freeloader. She's not! She is generous and very sweet. What happened then was what I wanted she came "uninvited". I was happy she was there!

The remarks occurred under their breath but as the get together progressed they stopped. My kids and my nephew love her and they kept her in conversation. And as things further progressed we all ate some pizza, spaghetti, cake and we had lots of fun and laughter. Pictures were taken and laughed at because I was really acting up. Sister Merc even said, "Hey, the party turned out great".

I came home with lots of leftovers because I've never turned a leftover down and I had some this morning before 9 a. m.! Why am I saying this? Because after we gorged ourselves I am on a liquid diet because I am having a colonoscopy tomorrow morning!

At this moment I am drinking lots of liquid and in 4.5 hours I begin the purging process. So, I am going from feast to famine. The story of my life all underscored by a party one day and a purging the next.

When I was at the pharmacy getting the purge liquid the pharmacist, a sweet and very timid Oriental lady, explained to me the process. She explained that I would flatulate a whole bunch. I replied, "No problem. I'm a guy". She "kinda" smiled and I left.

I only hope I don't miss too much of the Super Bowl hitting the "library" continuously!!!!

They call it "The Day the Music Died." On February 3rd, 1959, a plane carrying Buddy Holly, J.P. Richardson Jr. (aka the Big Bopper), and Richie Valens crashed not long after takeoff, killing the pilot and all three musicians. Today we take a look back and see how much you know about that tragic event.

Why Did Everyone Fly That Day? The three were touring across the country when, a little over a week into what was already a grueling trip, their tour bus encountered some mechanical difficulties. So Buddy Holly chartered a plane, planning to reach the next stop early, do everyone's laundry (which to that point no one had done on the trip) and get some sleep. He was originally going to take just his band members, but at the last moment, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper got the other two seats on the plane.


Why Were Richardson and Valens with Holly?
Like we said, two of those three musicians were never supposed to get on that plane. But Richardson was sick with a cold and Holly's bassist, Waylon Jennings, gave Richardson his seat. There are different stories as to why Tommy Allsup (Holly's guitarist) gave Valens his seat, but the story that's gained the most traction over the years is that the two flipped a coin for it, and Valens won. The story goes that when Holly realized Jennings gave up his seat, Holly told Jennings, "Well I hope your ol' bus freezes up," to which Jennings allegedly responded, "Well, I hope your ol' plane crashes." (It is my understanding, that Jennings never forgave himself for saying that and carried it with him his whole life)


Why Did the Plane Crash?
The flight was piloted by an inexperienced captain who was all of 21 years old. His name was Roger Peterson and he was coming off a 17-hour work day, but wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to fly Buddy Holly in his plane. To make matters worse, he was headed straight into a snowstorm. Given clearance for takeoff, he apparently never received the weather advisory. The flight only lasted a few minutes before the blizzard sent them tumbling into a cornfield where it's believed they died on impact.


Buddy Holly was rocking "nerd chic" way before it was hip. Ironically, when Holly was originally looking for glasses years before the accident, he had wanted something inconspicuous for when he was performing. But while on a vacation in Mexico City, his optometrist, J. Davis Armistead, found a pair that seemed distinct and befitting a performer. "Those heavy black frames achieve exactly what we wanted." he said. He gave them to Holly who we now can't imagine without them. As Armistead said, "They became a distinct part of him." We bring all this up because when they searched through the wreckage, they were surprised they couldn't find the spectacles that were such a staple of Holly's wardrobe.

But when spring came, the snow melted and a pair of thick black framed glasses were found not too far from the crash site. People knew exactly who they belonged to.

Hope everyone has an AWESOME DAY!

Well, it appears that the Jordanian pilot shot down by ISIS was burned alive in a cell. Evidently the man was burned in early January.

This alleged Islamic group has to me made up of a bunch insane fools! How can they try and make a deal to release a woman jihadist that was captured by Jordan for the pilot if he was already burned to death and have any credibility? If you can call it that! Jordan has now announced they will execute the woman!

The Islamists like Al-Qaeda and the Taliban I believe are in for problems if ISIS decides to turn against them for not being "Muslim' enough. I say this since ISIS has also been murdering educated women, school children and others. Why not these groups.

I also believe that many Islamic countries will now turn against them and start to hunt them down as Nigeria is doing to Boko Haram!

Jordan is making plans to go after these guys too.

I'm all for that!

Dude stop writing crap about my country

apartheid ended in 1994 in South Africa

Recently a news report carried the story of two puppies, brothers Jeffrey and Jermaine, who were found wandering the streets of Philadelphia. Though both dogs were frightened and sick, Jeffrey had a greater challenge--he was blind! Determined to care for his brother, Jermaine literally became a guide dog. He constantly stayed within touching distance of his disabled brother, and Jeffrey leaned on Jermaine for support. Without any training, Jermaine became a guide dog. The puppies were always seen touching each other and even slept holding each other. Their story melted the hearts of Philadelphians, and the brothers had no trouble finding a home.

If animals can be that devoted to each other, shouldn't we be the same? Galatians 6 tells us, as we have opportunity, to do good to all, especially those who are of the same household of faith. We can affirm, appreciate, and approve of others by the way we treat them. We can bear their burdens. Love is worthless unless it acts out, unless it's expressed in deed and behavior.

That's not just puppy love; it's agape love!