RainbowSlider Forum Posts (7,174)

RE: senoir citzens and dating

Oh, they can be little darlings. Libby is our 102 year old lady. She almost cold cocked one of our CNA's. They just look helpless, lol.

RE: senoir citzens and dating

Yes, they are a lot of fun, too. Avo is this 84 year old lady I met our nursing home. I had her in stitches. She is so much fun. She can't even see the bingo card much less the numbers.

RE: pride or weakness

True. My kids like all their gifts. My pride was my weakness because I thought the price of the gift meant more but the kids didn't see it that way. I have learn some stuff from my kids.

RE: pride or weakness

Oh, I can sure relate with that. I couldn't compete with my mother-in-law's gifts she gave to our children. It made my gifts look like trash.

RE: how many people out there.........................

It is hard to tell.

RE: new member

Hi, Nate. Welcome aboard.

Roy

RE: pride or weakness

Yes and once the opponent knows the weak spot, you're toast, lol.

RE: The Three nameless Pigs.

Razorback here, lol, wild pig.

RE: pride or weakness

I think it is ok to be proud of your accomplishments, otherwise when you tally the balance sheet all you can see is a negative balance.

RE: pride or weakness

Pride caused me to see a lot of things from an about face or 180 degrees out of phase look. I would look at the glass half empty so to speak. It caused me to be envious but not to the point of actually doing something about it so I wouldn't be envious. I guess the keeping up with the Joneses was the other extreme. I wanted folks to be envious of me. I wanted to glass to be one and half full, lol. Extremism is has always been a thorn in my flesh. Today, I try to count my blessings and realize from my past mistakes that things could be worse because I have proved it to myself that they can be worse, lol. Acceptance is the key for me in so many things. I can see the beauty of the petals on a rose as well as the beauty of the thorns. A healthy root system is good, too. I don't have to fight the establishment because I am part of the establishment. I would just be fighting myself. Dealing with life on its own terms just works better for me. We all have to grow up sometime, lol.

RE: Through Someone Else's Eyes....

I remember visiting my son in the jail in Springfield after he ran away from the boy's ranch in Blue Eye, Missouri. He quit in the ninth grade. His grandmother's attempt to buy his love and his mother's attempt to be his friend had failed. I asked why he ran away. He said he liked Springfield better. His wife who used to do cocaine is good for him. I think his last attempt with the meth lab may have done him some good. I have the cutest little grand daughter, Autumn. I was told the ring aound her eye is a birth mark. She reminded of that dog on the Little Rascals with the ring around its eye. My son said the birthmark will fade away. My daughter is proud of her new place. I tried to bribe her to come with me. She says she is happy where she is at working two fulltime jobs. My son's wife is supporting him and my daughter has two jobs. Go figure, lol.

RE: vocational schools, community college, and universities.....why

Some classes will transfer. English 101 and 102 and Speech transferred for me but just barely to Beckfield College in Florence, Kentucky from Wichita State. I wish colleges would put as much effort in teaching towards helping a student find a job. What irks me is like colleges are like what the military used to be like. They would promise you anything until you signed the dotted line for enlistment. The military has a guaranteed enlistment. You know you will have a job after the training. I think colleges should have to be the same way. It makes the college appear like a scam. I have heard many students with this complaint.

RE: vocational schools, community college, and universities.....why

Definately about the Benjamins for the most part. I consider myself a KDO=Kindergarten Drop Out. I tried, anyways, but my dad marched me right back up the first day of school after I tried to drop and basically said you are going to school, buddy. I rebelled from the very first day. I received 9 credit hours from Basic Training through Fort Leonard Wood Training School. The equivalency was given from Drury College in Missouri. Then I received 36 college credit hours from Wichita State University in Wichita, Kansas. I got what they call the core requirements out of the way. I had a good Creative Writing teacher there. Her idea was for the student to actually leanr something. You just rewrote it until paper quit dripping with blood or her red pen with all your mistakes showing. I learned the value of a good editor. Then I went after a commercial driver's license which gave me another 9 credit hours from Twin Lakes Votech in Harrison, Arkansas. I still didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, lol. So I took a two year course through the National Radio Institute which is accredited through Washington State University. It taught me about radio and basic computers. Then I passed thirteen certificates in maintenance. I really got interested in computers then and took four years of college for two associate degrees in computer repair and networking. I am now taking training to learn how to be a nurse. I now know that I want to become a professional student, lol. I have always enjoyed learning about stuff.

RE: calling all flirts

I flirt with disaster.

RE: "Self Esteem" vs "Ego"

Let go of my ego.

I touched a name today

For Lokesh Vashishth because he says my poems are sad, lol.

Winking With You
by RainbowSlider

I just love winking with you.
The flips my heart goes through.
You blow kisses, then I blush.
I know its a just a silly crush.
But to you is it much more?
Not love, yet still I can't ignore.
Is it something that I'm missing?
Its not really what I call kissing.
Is it an act of of human compassion?
Its not really what I call passion.
I just love winking with you.
The flips my heart goes through.

I touched a name today

Soul Rider
by RainbowSlider

Grim rides a pale horse with a twinkle in one eye.
The sun beats down from a lonely desert hot sky.
Sweat is dripping off his brow as he lets out a sigh.
A rattlesnake slithers but his horse just rides on by.

A dusty ride but Grim knows his way; Its his trail.
He rides in desolation; He knows he must not fail.
This appointed time; His message is a type of mail.
He is one of four riders; Dried bones, a type of hell.

"Why me?" He asks but under his breath real low.
"Why do I have to be the chaser of departed soul?"
The land of dried bones echoes as the sand blows.
He can hear the lonely sound for who the bell tolls.

Ashes and sand but he can remember being a man.
But it was long ago; He can barely remember human.
He rides through the night and day; It isn't grand.
There is never any sleep but nobody understands.

The crow perches on his shoulder the flies away.
He smiles at it for he, too is just a creature of prey.
His horse ninnies and he knows that he can't stay.
He hopes someday that it won't have to be this way.

I touched a name today

Faithful In Blue
by RainbowSlider

Faithful in blue; The reason is you.
Our dance was true; I have dry eyes, too.
I dance alone but once I danced with you.
I still hear the band but the music is gone.

Faithful in black; Our love has come back.
Our dance was true but I cried for you.
I danced by your side; You were my pride.
I still hear the band and the music plays on.

Faithful in red; I know that you are dead.
Our dance was divine; I remember each line.
Twirling across the floor and so much more.
I still hear the band and the music is mine.

Faithful in white; You were such a sight.
Our dance goes on; I remember the song.
Dancing each night; Dancing each day.
The orchestra plays on and we still sway.

Faithful in Grey; It is dark but a new day.
A dance for you; Cheers for the dance.
I bow to you and thanks for the dance.
I still hear the band and the music was ours.

RE: Through Someone Else's Eyes....

This reminds me of the adage of "Don't judge a person unless you have walked a mile in their moccasins." One of IRCA's was going to the CNA class, Janie. Janie told me not to get caught between Alesia's and Kimberly's arguments. Janie couldn't deal with the training because the training was too much for her. The class over in Mountain Home wanted you to read five chapters a night and the class is three weeks long. Carolyn, a Director Of Nursing or don told us she was going to send the new group to Harrison. The distances are about the same from us give or take a few miles but she set it up in Mountain Home so it would be closer to Janie. Janie made it two days then quit. Still Janie's input helped me. I don't get caught in between the crossfire of Kimberly and Alesia. I have come to understand that even though someone can piss me off that their point can still be valid.

Homeness

That is awesome. Before my wife died and I would rush home to be with her. It was like this rut thing because I was always perdictable. I would go to work then head home. If we had to do something then we would go do it. It is almost a year and a half after her passing. Her picture gives me comfort now. It still feels like home because she was here. Just this last week I started to add a old radio. I have started to decorate it up. It is starting to feel like a home again even though it is just me here. It has taken a long time to get it together but I am adjusting to the idea of it.

RE: Does political view make a difference in your choice of partners...

Hmmm. Maybe I should run for politics. My motto would be, "We will not stand for this" and then go lie down in a nice fluffy bed."

RE: Being homeless-

It has taken me a long time to be happy and don't want to blow it. Bless you and thanks.

Roy

RE: those that do not post a picture.... think about this

Yeah and a thing about a lot of those great songs is that we don't even listen to the words but just like the songs. But with a lot of the new country the words really stick out. How the song, "Funny Face" by Donna Fargo?

RE: What to think and do....

We have to love ourselves, too. From reading your post it seems you need a break from them. Relax and enjoy the forums if you can. You can only give so much and you can't make everyone happy but you can be happy.

RE: Being homeless-

I can remember sitting in the snow with a picture of a fire in my hand. Real fire feels different. You actually feel the warmth.

RE: Being homeless-

You just got to love the contradictions, huh, lol. It reminds me of those gas stations that changed their names to service stations. I would like some gas. We don't have any gas. So what are ya'll doing here. Well, we used to have gas. Oh, that is nice. We can wash your windshield. So I will have a clean windshield but no gas. I remember I had this old car. I put a thousand dollars into the radio and speakers. The the motor went out. I would sit in the yard listening to my radio but couldn't go any where, lol.

RE: Being homeless-

Churches that don't help sinners. Sounds like something out a George Carlin skit. And there lies the difference in religion and Christianity.

Homeness

I am glad for the replies. Thanks, ya'll. I have met this interesting lady at the nursing home who was married for fifty-four years. After her husband died her doctor told her that she needed to be around people. She is a smart lady and has a great library of books in her room. I had asked her why she was a resident there. She said she had a big three-story house but it had gotten so huge with just her there and since her husband had died that it just didn't feel like home any more. I gave her a Dell crossword puzzle book and you would have thought I had given her the Holy Grail, lol. It is interesting to talk to the residents. One lady said this room she stayed at was her home since she had been there for years. I like the idea that home is wherever you are and that you can take home with you. I always thought it would be cool to have a RV or a school bus fixed up to travel. I have been to the K.O.A. or campgrounds of America and they are wonderful places to visit. Even in a temporary setting people can set up a sense of community and a homelike atmosphere. After a while a place can get a sense of homeness and and after fixing it up the place can take on a personality or a spirit.

Homeness

Since there was a homeless thread I thought I would start a homeness thread, lol. I used to run with a pack of people who were home on the road when I was hitch hiking. I have noticed people who were home with a musical instrument. I have got rides with people who felt home in a 18 wheeler. I have drank with people who felt a bar was their home. I have been part of a family were home was where the family was. I have seen women decorate a house to make it homey. I have heard of people who call the hood their home and call each other homeys. I have been in houses where love made the house a home. I have been in institutions where the residents felt a sense of home there. I have heard people say that home is whereever they lay their hat. I have heard people say that they would never leave their home. I have heard of people who have referred to their community as home. I have read that home is where the heart is. What does the word home mean to you?

RE: Life on other planets

Before long we should be able to make enough to make our own rocket, Cannibis One.