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So.........how was your day??
Here's just an hour of mine.
Left work for lunch.
Went to get Gas.
go pay, come out...
KEYS LOCKED IN CAR!!
And??
IT'S SNOWING IN THE MIDDLE OF APRIL!
Can't find a ride.. No one's home.
Dad rescues me.
Gets me home.
20 minutes to spare.
phone call...
Mail...
Time to go!!
Out the door...
And as it slams shut?
I LEFT MY KEYS IN THE HOUSE!!
Can't call Dad, away from home.
Can't reach my alternate, left messages...
SNOWING HARDER NOW!
Gotta make the trek.
WALK TO WORK.
40 minutes late!
but I am smiling and i don't know why...
Left work for lunch.
Went to get Gas.
go pay, come out...
KEYS LOCKED IN CAR!!
And??
IT'S SNOWING IN THE MIDDLE OF APRIL!
Can't find a ride.. No one's home.
Dad rescues me.
Gets me home.
20 minutes to spare.
phone call...
Mail...
Time to go!!
Out the door...
And as it slams shut?
I LEFT MY KEYS IN THE HOUSE!!
Can't call Dad, away from home.
Can't reach my alternate, left messages...
SNOWING HARDER NOW!
Gotta make the trek.
WALK TO WORK.
40 minutes late!
but I am smiling and i don't know why...
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM A DOG
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
When it’s in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you need lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout . . .run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Live, Love, Laugh!
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
When it’s in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you need lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout . . .run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Live, Love, Laugh!
what is love
when your heart flutters and misses a beat
your eyes open wide
your pulse misses a beat
your legs tremble
with desire you look into their eyes
with passion and desire
you hold there hands and say out load
i love you
your eyes open wide
your pulse misses a beat
your legs tremble
with desire you look into their eyes
with passion and desire
you hold there hands and say out load
i love you
Im in love
I think iv found him here this is best site ever: 
Real or memorex?
I am lucky in my job. I love what I do, and after a year I have a real friend in my boss. I have actually learned from her that I do not 'have to do it all' . That perfection, while an admirable goal, is not essential in everything I do. That sometimes, tomorrow - or even the next day - is soon enough.
My often twisted and currently macabre sense of humour/of the ridiculous is not really her style, but the learning process has been a two way street apparently.
She just got back from a trade show and when i saw her yesterday she gave me a little 'quark' world with bendy arms and legs for a desk toy, then hesitated a moment and said 'I got you a brain, I wasn't sure...but I got you a brain."
She disappeared into her office and brought me back a bright blue 'brain' stress ball from a company called Livewire. I love it. and have spent a lot of time trying to crush it with my left hand.
i can do absolutely nothing about the mixed messages flashing back and forth from my cerebellum to muscles BUT I am hoping that the same 'muscle memory' that cut my training time after a lay off as opposed to the inch by inch achievement when doing something entirely new will apply to all the muscles hanging around waiting for coherent instruction. So I am using the muscles.
I lack coordination and pretty much all of my finer motor skills on the left side are currently trashed but I can walk, make a fist, do a bicep curl (although raising my arm above shoulder level with anything in my hand pretty much guarantees a whack in the head) and can actually still almost keep my balance walking heel to toe in a straight line. Well, I do stagger, and I have to concentrate so hard my tongue sticks out like a little kid, but I can make it happen.
My theory - and I don't much care if I am right or wrong, it works for me - my theory is that there is likely to be more loss before I get to recovery and I need to remember what my parts are supposed to do! So if i work through range of motion exercises and keep trying to touch my nose with my forefinger and a' spider doing push ups on a mirror' with my hands, when finally reasonably accurate communication is restored my physical being will be accustomed to the motions under duress and will be so delighted to just be able to do it that the road back, while not simple, will be familiar.
Yesterday, in the shower, I rested the soap on my left palm, looked away for just two seconds and when I looked back it was gone. here had been no 'boink' as it hit the tub, no sensation of slipping or release. It was simply gone.
Although I can feel hot, cold and sometimes pressure there is no certainty. And it is very odd to look at a hand, tentatively holding a piece of paper when sensation does not support the information coming from your eyes.
I am a little nervous about embracing these strange distortions and departures from the usual level of reality. A part of me rejoices in the fact that certainty has fled my world. I am not convinced my mind has 'muscle memory' I am not at all convinced I will want to relinquish the sensation of falling through my own flesh, of living on two planes, of being without an 'I' when it is time to come back to here and anchored in the concrete.
Some of this is quite seductive. A part of me is having fun.
My often twisted and currently macabre sense of humour/of the ridiculous is not really her style, but the learning process has been a two way street apparently.
She just got back from a trade show and when i saw her yesterday she gave me a little 'quark' world with bendy arms and legs for a desk toy, then hesitated a moment and said 'I got you a brain, I wasn't sure...but I got you a brain."
She disappeared into her office and brought me back a bright blue 'brain' stress ball from a company called Livewire. I love it. and have spent a lot of time trying to crush it with my left hand.
i can do absolutely nothing about the mixed messages flashing back and forth from my cerebellum to muscles BUT I am hoping that the same 'muscle memory' that cut my training time after a lay off as opposed to the inch by inch achievement when doing something entirely new will apply to all the muscles hanging around waiting for coherent instruction. So I am using the muscles.
I lack coordination and pretty much all of my finer motor skills on the left side are currently trashed but I can walk, make a fist, do a bicep curl (although raising my arm above shoulder level with anything in my hand pretty much guarantees a whack in the head) and can actually still almost keep my balance walking heel to toe in a straight line. Well, I do stagger, and I have to concentrate so hard my tongue sticks out like a little kid, but I can make it happen.
My theory - and I don't much care if I am right or wrong, it works for me - my theory is that there is likely to be more loss before I get to recovery and I need to remember what my parts are supposed to do! So if i work through range of motion exercises and keep trying to touch my nose with my forefinger and a' spider doing push ups on a mirror' with my hands, when finally reasonably accurate communication is restored my physical being will be accustomed to the motions under duress and will be so delighted to just be able to do it that the road back, while not simple, will be familiar.
Yesterday, in the shower, I rested the soap on my left palm, looked away for just two seconds and when I looked back it was gone. here had been no 'boink' as it hit the tub, no sensation of slipping or release. It was simply gone.
Although I can feel hot, cold and sometimes pressure there is no certainty. And it is very odd to look at a hand, tentatively holding a piece of paper when sensation does not support the information coming from your eyes.
I am a little nervous about embracing these strange distortions and departures from the usual level of reality. A part of me rejoices in the fact that certainty has fled my world. I am not convinced my mind has 'muscle memory' I am not at all convinced I will want to relinquish the sensation of falling through my own flesh, of living on two planes, of being without an 'I' when it is time to come back to here and anchored in the concrete.
Some of this is quite seductive. A part of me is having fun.
My Dreams
You know, when you’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten, officially dead on more than one occasion and generally abused every possible way you can think of … and survive it all, there just isn’t a lot to be afraid of any longer. That might sound like bragging, but believe me, it is anything but that. Probably the best description is a general lacking of good common sense or at least enough sense to know when to be afraid.
But there is that little period of time when we, like any animal are completely vulnerable … in our sleep. With our eyes open we can see and sense anything that is coming at or near us, but with our eyes closed or senses are diminished and when we sleep … well, you know this as well as anyone. We sleep when we choose or when our bodies and minds decide it’s time. As children we learned to fight sleep, using every possible means to stay awake for just a few more moments play or for the attention of our folks, but sooner or later we ended up slumped over our parents shoulder, being whisked away to bed and to that land we know so well as dreamland. With utterances of “sweet dreams” and “sleep tight, don’t fight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite” we are carried away to our own beds to dream of great conquests, adventures beyond imagination, into a world where anything is possible and nothing is impossible.
And then comes a time when this blissful world is not so pleasant. We begin to discover fears we couldn’t possible imagine and often don’t understand. For some, the fear is so great they also fight to stay awake, a tremendous fight to avoid the sheer terror that dreams may bring. Reliving experiences in youth we don’t want to remember, remembering combat and all we just want to forget, coping with situations we don’t understand much less have a way to resolve … it’s all there plus plenty more, just to entertain our minds during those periods of necessary unconsciousness we proclaim as sleep.
It is snowing. The kind that brings flakes the size of half dollars and plenty of them. I see the figure just ahead of me in a drab overcoat and wearing a hat that went out of style 50 years before. He is trudging through the snow, not at any measureable gate; it’s more like wandering, occasionally stopping at a garbage can, lifting the lid, and peering inside, and occasionally reaching in, taking something out, sniffing it carefully … and occasionally bringing it up to his lips. And as I watch him wandering down this alley from one can to the next, I hear dogs barking, not so much in alarm; no, it’s more like recognition. He has been here before. I seem to be drawn closer, as thought his soul is pulling me in, as thought I were a part of him but not quite. Not quite yet. Then as he approaches the next can I feel I am inside him, feeling his hunger and an emptiness … more hollow than the largest empty container I can imagine, as thought trapped with no way out, just endless distance of nothing. I feel his cold hands, sore from the years of arthritis, without gloves, on this chilly night. I peer into his soul … empty, hollow, nothing there and I wonder why does he continue. As the world starts to come into focus I realize I am looking through his eyes and I peer downward, staring at the lid of the next can, dented inward with a gentle pool of water on top, and I stop. Looking in that pool I see the reflection. Clear, sharp, a cold and withered face of too many years and not enough of what always seemed important. He stares back at me in wonderment as I recognize him, as I recognize it is………me.
“Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.“
- William Shakespeare
But there is that little period of time when we, like any animal are completely vulnerable … in our sleep. With our eyes open we can see and sense anything that is coming at or near us, but with our eyes closed or senses are diminished and when we sleep … well, you know this as well as anyone. We sleep when we choose or when our bodies and minds decide it’s time. As children we learned to fight sleep, using every possible means to stay awake for just a few more moments play or for the attention of our folks, but sooner or later we ended up slumped over our parents shoulder, being whisked away to bed and to that land we know so well as dreamland. With utterances of “sweet dreams” and “sleep tight, don’t fight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite” we are carried away to our own beds to dream of great conquests, adventures beyond imagination, into a world where anything is possible and nothing is impossible.
And then comes a time when this blissful world is not so pleasant. We begin to discover fears we couldn’t possible imagine and often don’t understand. For some, the fear is so great they also fight to stay awake, a tremendous fight to avoid the sheer terror that dreams may bring. Reliving experiences in youth we don’t want to remember, remembering combat and all we just want to forget, coping with situations we don’t understand much less have a way to resolve … it’s all there plus plenty more, just to entertain our minds during those periods of necessary unconsciousness we proclaim as sleep.
It is snowing. The kind that brings flakes the size of half dollars and plenty of them. I see the figure just ahead of me in a drab overcoat and wearing a hat that went out of style 50 years before. He is trudging through the snow, not at any measureable gate; it’s more like wandering, occasionally stopping at a garbage can, lifting the lid, and peering inside, and occasionally reaching in, taking something out, sniffing it carefully … and occasionally bringing it up to his lips. And as I watch him wandering down this alley from one can to the next, I hear dogs barking, not so much in alarm; no, it’s more like recognition. He has been here before. I seem to be drawn closer, as thought his soul is pulling me in, as thought I were a part of him but not quite. Not quite yet. Then as he approaches the next can I feel I am inside him, feeling his hunger and an emptiness … more hollow than the largest empty container I can imagine, as thought trapped with no way out, just endless distance of nothing. I feel his cold hands, sore from the years of arthritis, without gloves, on this chilly night. I peer into his soul … empty, hollow, nothing there and I wonder why does he continue. As the world starts to come into focus I realize I am looking through his eyes and I peer downward, staring at the lid of the next can, dented inward with a gentle pool of water on top, and I stop. Looking in that pool I see the reflection. Clear, sharp, a cold and withered face of too many years and not enough of what always seemed important. He stares back at me in wonderment as I recognize him, as I recognize it is………me.
“Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.“
- William Shakespeare
Ok I give up
I've watched others try and fail, and I've also guessed and failed. Those who have guessed it right, seem to be part of an organization dedicated to keeping it a secret from me. I'm sick of guessing, so I'm going to just ask. Women, what is your key?
That's right, I know about the key, so there is no denying that exists, and I'm going to tell everyone about the key.
What is the key? It is a secret combinations of words, that said just right, will unlock a woman's heart and let you in.
The key is unique, you can't watch someone else figure it out and try it on another person, it can have devastating consequences.
Some people have a skeleton key and can use it trustpass, but the price of getting caught is very high.
Even if you try the combination too many times, you will get locked out permanently.
Women, your all locked up, and I got no more keys.
That's right, I know about the key, so there is no denying that exists, and I'm going to tell everyone about the key.
What is the key? It is a secret combinations of words, that said just right, will unlock a woman's heart and let you in.
The key is unique, you can't watch someone else figure it out and try it on another person, it can have devastating consequences.
Some people have a skeleton key and can use it trustpass, but the price of getting caught is very high.
Even if you try the combination too many times, you will get locked out permanently.
Women, your all locked up, and I got no more keys.
Dare To Believe
Once in a while you do get some really touching good emails from friends. Here is one such mail that I got this week and I liked it. I thought I would share it with you all.
EVERYBODY KNOWS …
You can’t be all things to all people.
You can’t do all things at once.
You can’t do all things equally well.
You can’t do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.
SO …
You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of “being you.”
THEN …
You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due,
And you’ll be a most vital mortal.
DARE TO BELIEVE …
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it’s more than a right, it’s your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
In your life...
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that
you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.
When the door of happiness closes, another opens
But often times we look so long at the
Closed door that we don’t see the one,
Which has been opened for us
Don’t go for looks ; they can deceive
Don’t go for wealth ; even that fades away
Go for someone who makes you smile,
It takes only a smile to
Make a dark day seem bright
Find the one that makes your heart smile
Dream what you want to dream
Go where you want to go
Be what you want to be
Because you have only one life
And one chance to do all the things
You want to do
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet
Enough trials to make you strong
Enough sorrow to keep you human and
Enough hope to make you happy
The happiest of people don’t necessarily
Have the best of everything
They just make the most of
Everything that comes along their way
The brightest future will always
Be based on a forgotten past
You can’t go forward in life until
You let go of your past failures and heartaches
When you were born, you were crying
And everyone around you was smiling
Live your life so at the end
You’re the one who is smiling and everyone
Around you is crying.
Hugs
Papers, your papers please
Over this past decade our Supreme Court has proven a propensity for anything but supreme performance. Today’s news infringement on our rights continues to put this country closer and closer to a serious backlash. In case you missed it the court has decided that the police can arrest you under false pretenses, then search you against your will, and anything they find that might be illegal or suspect can be submitted as evidence against you. It used to be called Illegal Search & Seizure, now it’s called OK.
So, a quick review of some of their other more stellar rulings have been:
1. The police are no longer required to announce themselves before kicking in your door and taking you by force (commonly called arrest).
2. The police can stop you under false pretence, search you against your will, and hold you accountable for anything they find (or plant?) on you.
3. And some years ago the accepted Double Jeopardy rule was tossed out so you can now be tried by BOTH the state and the federal government and convicted by both, sentenced separately, and required to serve both sentences … back to back if they so decide.
Years ago, when I was in college, we had required reading about certain historical events and the treatment of citizens, prisoners, that “undesireables”. I’m wondering at what point your political affiliation will be used to determine when your rights are suspended or promoted? Please don’t tell me it can’t happen; all the above situations were explained the same way years ago and look where we are today.
By the way, prior to reading this blog you were supposed to submit your Social Security Number, Checking Account Numbers, Credit cards, and attractive teenage daughters …. Oh, you didn’t know that? PIG! Up against the wall; give me your papers; you want a lawyer? HA! Don’t bother, who the heck do you think comes up with these laws anyway?
Stallage [enter your state name] may not be very far away; oh yeah, and did you happen to notice that the Supreme Court is also debating your right to have a firearm right now? And you thought there were no conspiracies in this country…………….
So, a quick review of some of their other more stellar rulings have been:
1. The police are no longer required to announce themselves before kicking in your door and taking you by force (commonly called arrest).
2. The police can stop you under false pretence, search you against your will, and hold you accountable for anything they find (or plant?) on you.
3. And some years ago the accepted Double Jeopardy rule was tossed out so you can now be tried by BOTH the state and the federal government and convicted by both, sentenced separately, and required to serve both sentences … back to back if they so decide.
Years ago, when I was in college, we had required reading about certain historical events and the treatment of citizens, prisoners, that “undesireables”. I’m wondering at what point your political affiliation will be used to determine when your rights are suspended or promoted? Please don’t tell me it can’t happen; all the above situations were explained the same way years ago and look where we are today.
By the way, prior to reading this blog you were supposed to submit your Social Security Number, Checking Account Numbers, Credit cards, and attractive teenage daughters …. Oh, you didn’t know that? PIG! Up against the wall; give me your papers; you want a lawyer? HA! Don’t bother, who the heck do you think comes up with these laws anyway?
Stallage [enter your state name] may not be very far away; oh yeah, and did you happen to notice that the Supreme Court is also debating your right to have a firearm right now? And you thought there were no conspiracies in this country…………….
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