1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
I like a curvy woman, who's not afraid of food. A few extra pounds never hurt my feelings, and alleviates my fear of breakage.
Maybe I'm a throwback, but if you look like a Holocaust victim, move to LA, where anorexia is "normal". Around here, we like country girls, who dont faint at the sight of biscuits and gravy.
In the middle of a huge metropolitan city was a skyscraper where at the top was a bar. At the end of a particularly hard day at work Jim went up to the bar to let go the stresses of that day. When he got there, there was already a man sitting at the bar drinking a particularly vile looking drink. This strange man said "watch this" and proceeded to walk over to one of the large windows lining the wall. He then picked up a chair and smashed out the window and stepped out.
He started falling toward the ground turning end over end and right before he hit the ground he stopped and proceeded to drift up. He floated back up through the window and went back over to the bar.
Jim looked at the bartender and said "I'll have what he's having!"
After a few rounds of the drink, Jim stumbled over to the window and fell out. He fell all the way to the ground and landed with a loud SMACK.
The bartender turns to the mysterious man and says "Superman, you're such a jerk when you're drunk!"
I think your position is reasoned, and honest. At least you know what you want, and don't want. I'm talking to the women who profess that money means nothing. It doesn't mean "nothing".
I think, however, that extreme needs to one side or the other make for an unbalanced, desperate "seeking" behavior that never sees fulfillment. I say, find a comfortable balance, and live with it. Treating men (or women for that matter) as a means is degrading to both parties. Find out what you really need and want before your confusion hurts a lot of other people.
I applaud the Americans who fought on the beaches of Normandy, as well as the ANZAC troops who fought beside them. If it weren't for their sacrifices on that bloody day, all of us would be speaking German, and have a Shinto altar in our homes.
Ages ago, I cried, heart beaten, broken. I crawl from an ocean of degradation. White flames of featureless faces, Lonely, locked tight, absent the dawn. No faith or fate prepareth for betrayal. Stale wrath wounds the wraith of hope. The poison blood of Devil’s cry dismay, Thoughts perilous passeth in heavenly disdain. Trapped, lost, writhing in desperate agony. No weal offered can rescue reason from shame.
As time passes, shame takes a dismal spouse, The lonely heart erects stony misery as tribute. Innocence the tender that drives demon greed. Pain is the price all prisoners must pay out. The walls of misery’s prison rise to assist The warden of woe and his elite demon guard. Masticated souls meet thus to plan rebellion, Rough hearts convene to plot overthrow. Body of weal has no place in a Hellish domain, Negation the destination of Hope’s brief span.
Murders’ heart is the soul of love’s futile fruit, Bounty forgotten in a sad, selfish moment. Disapproval the payment of all actions taken. Days counted by hours, weeks by the shining day, Payment of all debts, public and private. Death a new friend of the prisoners thus held, Blessing, dark, deadly, and full of sad promise. The end is not fearsome, it is merely inviolate. We choose not the way, only the size of the wall.
Have you seen the beauty Beyond anything reflected By the mirror on the wall? I see the garden hidden Deep inside you precious heart. I'd like to share the flowers there, But I'm afraid the walls sit In silent judgement of my soul. And I know this light I see The balls and bells of joy Might hang too high for me No matter the means I employ.
But I can't sit and say sour grapes For the beauty of the rose defies the thorns, And bloody stump I might pull back Still I grab the bull by those sharp horns. And set myselt to feel the wrath And take my proper medicine. If I fail the test and put to rest, The question of my perceived worth. If I win, well, then I can begin To be the happiest man on Earth.
As far as euthenasia...Had to pull the plug on my brother. I know that sounds harsh, but he was in advanced stages of meningitis infection, and his brain was mush. He wasn't my brother anymore. There was nothing left but a husk, and I for one couldn't stand to see him "live" as a mindless vegetable.
It's hard and it leaves you second guessing your decision the rest of your life. I wouldn't wish this decision on anybody. Good luck whichever way you end up going Ozajos.
Here I am, a marionette, Dancing to some others tune. I swing, I sing, I suffer pains, Hoping for one small boon.
Cut the strings, I need no master, I need no love, I'm a laser blaster. I'll cut in two all those who Think to treat me wrong.
Your disrespect I will correct, You will learn the lesson Without any guessing, Who is weak and who is strong.
So to Satan with your hateful agenda I'm not the one who's the pretender. And when the mail comes back Stating return to sender. No bets as to where you can go.
Don't try to reach my voice mail That will get you thrown in jail Today I filed a restraining order, Stalkers laws are in full swing, Obsession is the latest thing.
The strings are cut, I'm free and clear, And soon I'll be the one without fear. Looking back for a surprise attack That I wouldn't waste energy on. You are here, and now, I'm gone.
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the way- farers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty, Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul en- chanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
I think that what we suffer makes us more appreciative of the joy we experience. Shallow people suffer least of all emotionally because they lack the tools, but conversely, they never know real joy.
Love will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no love.
JMO, but I've been up and down financially, and as long as I've had someone to share my inner being with, my bank account takes care of itself. Not without proactive work on my part, but I'd rather be broke than lonely.
I think appreciation for every moment lived is key. That is not to say you have to party until you drop every single day, but that even in the little things you find mountains of enjoyment.
It's not the quantity that counts, but the quality.
I used to think quantity was important. Then I reached a point where I looked around at my friends, and decided that I had too many, and that quality was sorely lacking.
This list is now shorter, but makes up for in quality, what it now lacks in quantity.
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RE: holidays..vacations
Dunno.I'd have to plan like 60 days in advance, and there's no gaurantee I could get any time off anyway.
There's always the Hudson family campout in July, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it this year.