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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Does anyone remember that picture  there? It indicates an Anyea Rant is about to take place. I just knew there was something itching to come out and it wasn't the measles either.Let me give you some filler first. I was reading blog entries the other day, did a mouse over on a relatively new blogger, and saw words indicating disappointment, hurt and anger regarding a Review they had gotten. Well, my Russian half kicked in so I went in to the blog, made a comment, went out and did a review on the piece. Did I give it 5  's? Absolutely not. I gave the writer a 3.5. I also did as much of an in-depth review as I could. I never give out 1 star or 2 star ratings. There are many pieces I don't review because they are, IN MY OPINION, just so awfully written, constructed, edited and boring. Go ahead - blow up. How many of you enjoyed reading or would consider reading War and Peace? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Now for my RANT. Does anyone on WdC even know what a professional Review looks like? Well I now do. I went out and researched reviews written for mass consumption. I'm just going to paraphrase a couple but leave out pertinent information. I want you all to SEE what gets put before the public eye. I want you to understand something very important. 1. "NO man is a hero to his valet. So the saying goes, or used to go, since few men these days actually have valets. But a great many people, men and women alike, heroic at least in their own estimation, have assistants, who scurry after coffee and dry cleaning, endure bursts of foul temper, bask in tiny glimmers of generosity and dream, for long hours at low wages, of revenge." 2. "THIS scummy little book treats the question of whether the problems that now beset our cherished and anxious country may be solved by the shooting of its president." 3. "________ is mining a popular and lucrative vein in contemporary fiction: peg your book to some heartrending tragedy or act of violence and you’re almost sure to be greeted with moral seriousness, soft reviews and brisk sales." How do you like those reviews? Harsh? Unfair? Painful? I figure the author was delighted. Why? Because all those reviews are from one of the renowned papers in the United States today. This paper puts up more "professional" reviews than anyone out there. The author was chosen to be reviewed by this esteemed paper. They got noticed. What else did you notice about a "Professional Review"? It's about the writing not the punctuation or spelling [which hopefully a decent editor caught already]. We are our OWN editors. We need to catch misspelled words, punctuation errors, basic English grammar mistakes. That is OUR responsibility. If we throw out a piece of badly edited writings - good luck with those reviews, if you get any. Let me take a step back and ask a question. What is a Review anyway? "A review is a critical evaluation of a literary work or artistic performance (concert, play, opera, etc.) published in a periodical or newspaper shortly after the work is issued or performed, for the benefit of readers who are inclined to consider critical opinion before purchasing a new book or attending a performance. Usually written by a critic or scholar with knowledge or expertise in the subject matter or genre of the work, a review may be brief (one or two paragraphs) or comparatively long (three to four pages), depending on the editorial policies of the publication and the extent of the reviewer's comments." Now ask yourselves how many who review in WdC can lay claim to that. If someone is a member of WdC, works in a profession where they do reviews all day, every day, then great. I personally cannot see them come into WdC and go, "Oh GOODY! I can do a review of each piece of writing! YIPPEE!" For one thing, as stated above, a professional reviewer has some knowledge or expertise into that writing. Do you know how many genres are on WdC? Okay then. So, this leaves us with a bunch of people who love reading, writing and thinking. (at least I hope that is where we end up) The reviews that get written are not written by professionals. These are just people like you and me. Most of them are scared to death to even attempt to write a review, let alone put it on the public Review page. The entire thing is a "learning process". Yes. yes I know - there are those reviewers that do them to get "paid" [in GP's and recognition] and cut the words down to the minimum. Those reviewers are a pain but think for minute. You got a review didn't you? It sucked but you got one. Many who post their works on WdC never ever get a review. Second part of rant here. WRITERS! No one is going to RE-WRITE the piece for you! Do NOT expect a review to do that. That is NOT what a review is supposed to be about. If you don't like the review, okay then, try to move past it. One review will not make or break you - unless some day you get the honor of being written up in that newspaper and even then it won't be the end of your writing. HONE YOUR SKILLS. LEARN AS MUCH ABOUT YOUR CRAFT AS YOU CAN. READ AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. Don't cave in on a bad review or take a one star review or even a two star review as the end of all time. It simply isn't. If you want to be an artist then you get to suffer for your craft. Look at the suffering the now "important" writers had to do first. Really, are you better than they were? Be honest with yourselves and KEEP WRITING. NO MATTER WHAT! If you believe you have the story or poem in you that you just know is important to share with the world - KEEP AT IT!  okay my Rant is done....aren't you all thrilled? |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** No idea what to write about here today. I had the day off, chatted to a good buddy in MSN, compared football teams, invented a new way to outline and track writing a novel, worked on graphics some, avoided housework completely, took a nap, played with the puppies, watched NCIS and now am sitting here wondering what inspirational stuff to write about. No, do not want to write about run-on sentences either.  OH, the graphic got a review from Mr./Ms. Anonymous. I always am baffled by those. Am I supposed to respond? I just don't know what is etiquette for those either. I was going to do a RANT entry but got distracted (I get easily distracted). Then I was going to tell you all about my friends dilemma with buying each other Holiday gifts but forgot the bits of the entire sequence. With Jack and Jill each detail makes the story more complete. Hm.  For all of us working in "Retched Retail" I wonder if you are developing an aversion or allergy to even putting foot in another store other than the one you work in? I am. It's raining here and cold. Hate both. We need rain blah blah blah...heard it don't give me the lecture again. I'm in a mood okay? My brain is so divided lately between working on programming and working on graphics and thinking how to intertwine the two into my novel it's NUTS! Let's move past that subject Anyea okay? Okay...LOOK I'm even TALKING TO MYSELF NOW! OH OH OH....Had a grand idea for everyone's blogs but have to figure out how to execute it yet. I'll work on it and get back to you. It will be like a pressie for each one who visits me. >sigh< Yeah had to go do some re-rating on some pictures in my port on the advice of a friend and that embarrassed me to no end. I just don't see things like this site does and I should be more careful of the youthful crew - I know - Santa Pause is shaking his fattie finger at me now.  What else can I babble-on to you about? I have been reading everyone's blogs today. That's the nice thing about having a day off. I can actually put two sentences together that almost make sense in the comments box! WHOO HOO. .................................picture me gone now.................................... OH YEAH! Anyone play chess out there? I may need some help on my new creative idea on novel writing. Thanks! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Now everyone can see Kay-Kay's very own PICKLE. Yes folks she sent me a picture and you know what they say! "A picture paints a thousand dirty thoughts."  Those of you not familiar with Special Kay  's special game she informed of this in my entry  there a couple of entries ago. Seems she and her husband play Hide The Pickle in a TREE! Can you say OW OW OW OW OW?Kay-Kay what were you thinking? Girl we need to talk and soon. Personally I believe Kay's "Pickle" needs a name other than the one it currently has which I think she said is Gorgeous ....I warned her I would do this - I did! And yes, I did! |
| I want to share some words with you all who drop in and would love to be able to read them aloud to you. I found this tonight and thought they were absolutely magnificent. After the stress, noise, crazy holiday mess of shoppers today it brought me into a quieter place. It astonishes me still, that any writer can put down words that have that ability. I want to be able to do this. I want to write like this but better. Egotistical aren't I? I give you these words and hope they give to you a measure of what they gave to me. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. ~~Max Ehrmann  These words: "You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should." ...brought tears to my eyes. This is a Truth. Simple, powerful yet the words slam into my spirit and heal me from my day's trials whether trivial or not. May you all go placidly through the rest of this month and on into the New Year. |
| You all know that irritating song where you just cannot make out the lyrics? Yeah that one. Okay, so I get home from IKEA World, dragging my sorry body upstairs and thinking about what to blog about. My Supervisor shared with me HIS version of a Season Song and I don't think I'm going to share it with you all - WOWZA! That man needs a vacation. Then it hits me: B*A*M I looked and found the most hilarious misheard lyrics for this season. They are just too funny - so I think I will share them. Are you ready? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WARNING! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DRINK OR EAT DURING THE FOLLOWING! "Feed The World" by Live Aid 2004 Misheard Lyrics: Beaver wo, wo Original Lyrics: Feed the world.  "Feliz Navidad" by Jose Feliciano Misheard Lyrics: Puh-lease knock it off. Original Lyrics: Feliz Navidad "Jingle Bells" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: One horse slopen sleigh Original Lyrics: One horse open sleigh "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: You will get a Santa little feeling when you hear. Original Lyrics: You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear. "Walking In A Winter Wonderland" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Later on, we'll perspire As we pee by the fire. Original Lyrics: Later on, we'll conspire As we sit by the fire. "All I Want For Christmas" by LeAnn Rimes Misheard Lyrics: Take back the chainsaw, the stockings and bows. Original Lyrics: Take back the tinsel, the stockings and bows. "Ave Maria" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: No beast pack a tory booze. Original Lyrics: Nobis pecatoribus "Away In A Manger" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: The cattle are blowing the poor baby away Original Lyrics: The cattle are lowing the poor baby wakes "Carol Of The Bells" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Gawkin' at girls Original Lyrics: Hark to the bells. "Chestnuts Roasting By An Open Fire" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Jazz not ronsting by an open file, jack frost snaping at your nose, you'll tide care all being some bar quarrel, and fox dressed up as eskimos Original Lyrics: Chestnuts roasting by an open fire, jack frost nipping at your toes, yule tide carols being sung by a choir, and folks dressed up as eskimos "Christmas Isn't Christmas (Since You Said Goodbye)" by Myra Misheard Lyrics: I've bent ass to lots of potties To celebrate the season. Original Lyrics: I've been asked to lots of parties To celebrate the season. "Deck The Halls" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Dad we now our gay apparel. Original Lyrics: Don we now our gay apparel. "Deck The Halls" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Deck the b***s with boughs of holly. Original Lyrics: Deck the halls with boughs of holly "Do You Hear What I Hear?" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Stick the knife into the little lamb. Original Lyrics: Said the night wind to the little lamb... "Frosty The Snowman" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Frosty the Snowman Is a ferret elf, I say. Original Lyrics: Frosty the Snowman Was a fairy tale, they say. "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: O Tide cleans like Comet and Joy Comet and Joy O Tide cleans like Comet and Joy. Original Lyrics: O tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy. "Hark, The Hearld Angels Sing" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Narc, the hairlip angel sings Original Lyrics: Hark, the angels sing "Holly Jolly Christmas" by Burl Ives Misheard Lyrics: Oh, ho, the missing toe Hung where you can see. Original Lyrics: Oh, ho, the mistletoe Hung where you can see. "The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" by Andy Williams Misheard Lyrics: There'll be parties for Holsteins Marshmallows for Tolkien. Original Lyrics: There'll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting. "O Come, All Ye Faithful" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Come, froggy faithful. Original Lyrics: Oh come, all ye faithful. "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" by Brenda Lee Misheard Lyrics: And we'll do some heroin. Original Lyrics: And we'll do some carolling, "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" by Brenda Lee Misheard Lyrics: You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear Horses singing, 'Let's be jolly.' Original Lyrics: You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear Voices singing, 'Let's be jolly.' "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by Traditional Misheard Lyrics: Santa Claus is hunting you down. Original Lyrics: Santa Claus is coming to town. Call me bent, twisted, sick or just wrong but so many of those "misheard lyrics" make more sense than the original lyrics do! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** sing along now to the tune "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" You know angels and snowmen And fake fruit and candles There are ringing bells and candy canes Elfs making strudel. But do you recall the most famous ornament of all? Glaskugeln the German ornament (the what?) Was a very shiny ball (ball) If you ever try to say it, (hawk a luggy) It would take a spitting squall. (like a tropical storm front) All of the other ornaments (ornaments?) Used to laugh and call it names (like Lauscha) They never let poor Glaskugeln (the what?) Play in any Olympic games. (like ice hockey) Then one day in 1846 Queen Vic came to say (Thank you Thank you very much) Glaskugeln with your rosy glow Won't you grace my tree today. (Okay but its gonna cost ya) Then how the ornaments hated him (Boo-Hiss) And they tried to pull him down (get em boys) Glaskugeln the mighty ornament Gained a very huge renown! (like Bill Gates!)      Now I am no Carolina Blue who regales us with important stuff that happened in Human History. Nor am I like Kåre Enga in Montana  with his "P" written so craftily. I am quite sure that *Barbara Maria* could have written much better lyrics than mine. My humble little ditty is only to give you some smiles this season. But while I'm on the subject let me tell you about Americans love of balls. We have a in-depth adoration going for balls here in this country. Think about that for a minute. Okay, time's up. Where did those ornamental balls for this season come from anyway? Those shiny glass balls (Glaskugeln) are a German invention. In 1847 Hans Greiner began producing glass ornaments (Glasschmuck) in the shape of fruits and nuts. These Glaskugeln were made in a unque hand-blown process combined with molds (formgeblasener Christbaumschmuck). The inside of the ornament was made to look silvery, at first with mercury or lead,  then later using a special compound of silver nitrate and sugar water. By the 1870's, Lauscha was exporting its unique glass ornaments to Britain. Glass ornaments had become popular in 1846 when an illustration of Queen Victoria's Christmas tree was printed in a London paper. The royal tree was decorated with glass ornaments from Prince Albert's native land of Germany. In the 1880s the American dime-store magnate F. W. Woolworth discovered Lauscha's Glaskugeln during a visit to Germany. He made a fortune by importing the German glass ornaments to the U.S. Thus was born yet another BALL that Americans can love. Try to come up with a Season that America doesn't worship a BALL of some shape, size or color. Go on - you can't can you? Nope - Fourth of July has cherry bombs which are shaped like BALLS. HA! Thanksgiving? Nope - CHEESE BALLS, FOOTBALLS and TUM BALLS. Okay I exaggerated a bit on the last one - maybe. So when you trim the bush this Season, or tree, grab that OTHER German invention - you know the one ccstring guzzles sometimes and relax. You are indulging in an all American past time - playing with your BALLS! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. --Albert Schweitzer  And so let ME rejoice in the knowing of you all! Yes, that's right I want to rejoice. Why? Because you will now contribute to my General Education providing me with most important knowledge. (plus you are all so wonderful) First knowledge letting will be on the subject of BLOG ETIQUETTE. I haven't any I'm afraid. For instance, when you over there - yes YOU - writes a comment in my blog, am I to answer it in a "Reply" from my e-mail? Am I supposed to answer your comment(s) in my blog? This confuses me. So far, what I do is drag my exhausted body upstairs - after walking both puppies - and log in to WdC. My e-mail will tell me "HEY GUESS WHAT? THEY WROTE IN YOUR BLOG!". This thrills me to no end (okay that expression is just plain stupid - no end? what if I want an end? Do I get to choose?) I read each comment oh about twenty-three times and feel comforted. This in turn reminds me to go read your blogs. I don't always comment in them because by now my brain is the consistency of overcooked oatmeal. So, learn me up here. What is etiquette for comments in blogs? FUN STUFF TIME: Do you know what would have happened if it had been three Wise Women instead of three Wise Men ? Women would say: They would have asked directions, arrived on time, helped deliver the baby, cleaned the stable, made a casserole, and brought practical gifts. Here's Men's rebuttal..... Yeah, and do you know what the women would have said when they left? "Did you see the sandals Mary was wearing with that gown?" "That baby doesn't look anything like Joseph!" "Can you believe they let all of those disgusting animals in the house?" "I heard that Joseph isn't even working right now!" "And that donkey that they are riding has seen better days too!" "Want to bet on how long it will take until you get your casserole dish back?" Now onto the next Learning Up situation. I have a very dear friend who will be deployed to Iraq in January. He will be coming to spend part of his leave in December here in Phoenix and I get to spend time with him. Just think platonic and let's move on shall we? Okay then. My quandary. A soldier is only allowed certain stuff when they go over there right? I think anyway. I want to buy him a present, but know he has restrictions on what he can pack and take in those ever so attractive duffel bags. Any one have any ideas? >sigh< I am very bad at gift ideas in this situation. I'm going to ask him if any of his "men" will need letters written to them and if so, if he can provide me with the important information like addresses, and names. I can let you all know if there is someone in his unit who would love to get a card or letter okay? If one could only learn to appreciate the little things... A song that takes you away, for there are those who cannot hear. The beauty of a sunset, for there are those who cannot see. The warmth and safety of your home, for there are those who are homeless. Time spent with good friends for there are those who are lonely. A walk along the beach for there are those who cannot walk. The little things are what life is all about. Search your soul and learn to appreciate. --Shadi Souferian Even MORE FUN STUFF: What do monkeys sing at Christmas ? Jungle Bells, Jungle bells.. ! Why are Christmas trees like bad knitters ? They both drop their needles ! What's Christmas called in England ? Yule Britannia ! What did the bald man say when he got a comb for Christmas ? Thanks, I'll never part with it ! Why is a burning candle like being thirsty ? Because a little water ends both of them ! What do you get if you cross an apple with a Christmas tree ? A pineapple ! What do you give a train driver for Christmas ? Platform shoes ! What did the big candle say to the little candle ? I'm going out tonight ! Whats happens to you at Christmas ? Yule be happy ! How long does it take to burn a candle down ? About a wick ! Well that's this day's UPWARD lifting mood swinging Blog Entry. Hope you answer my quandaries, laugh a little and think a whole bunch. All is good. REJOICE! |
| Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it doesn’t brood over the past. It’s the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don’t have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The above was found while searching for material for my writings. I figured if it touched me, it would touch some of you as well. Don't get on me about how sappy and saccharine it is either. It is basic, truthful and needful in this month of high stress, low morals. I believe in Love and in Life. I believe no matter how 'bad' the world seems, there is a light shining somewhere, no matter how small it may be. That one single light can be joined by another and another, and yet another until a stronger light shines forth. I believe this.  And to BRIGHTEN UP this day of December I give you the following: Christmas Groaners What do they call Santa's helpers? Subordinate Clauses What do you call Santa Clause after he's fallen into a fireplace? Krisp Kringle Which of Santa's reindeers needs to mind his manners the most? "Rude"olph Where do Santa's reindeers like to stop for lunch? Deery Queen What do you call the fear of getting stuck while sliding down a chimney? Santa Claus-trophbia What nationality is Santa Claus? North Polish What do you call a bunch of grandmasters of chess bragging about their games in a hotel lobby? Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer. How do sheep in Mexico say Merry Christmas? Fleece Navidad What do you get when you cross an archer with a gift-wrapper? Ribbonhood Why was Santa's little helper depressed? Because he had low elf esteem. How do canines in Mexico say Merry Christmas? Fleas Navidog. [Thanks to Maurizio Mariotti] |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot -- say Saint Paul's Churchyard for instance -- literally to astonish his son's weak mind. The opening to Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" - have any of you read it? When Dickens writes about that "dead as a door-nail" I first wondered what that had to do with being dead, and later he goes into this explanation that reminds me of the writings of David McClain and Dave Gordon in so many ways.Dickens used humor, sarcastic and biting but he did. The story line must be timeless as people still use "Bah Humbug" even in WdC today! I always wonder if all those peop's have bothered to read this book. I would love a copy of it, bound in leather with gold leaf edging the pages. I think a book of that caliber deserves nothing less. Here in the desert, with the dry heat, the glue used in paperbacks and hardbound books dries up, cracks and the pages fall out. 'But you were always a good man of business, Jacob,' faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself. 'Business!' cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. 'Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!' It held up its chain at arm's length, as if that were the cause of all its unavailing grief, and flung it heavily upon the ground again. 'At this time of the rolling year,' the spectre said, 'I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?' Ahhh Marley Marley Marley - your type exists today and grovel before the Mighty Dollar, Pounds, EuroDollar, Peso, Franc, Yen and everything else out there we humans use to trade with. What chains do these Captains of Industry build for themselves each day as you claimed you created your chains to wear for all eternity? On a lighter note, I bring something I found on the WWW: A Microsoft Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were hopping, As Papa did last minute Internet shopping. The stockings were hung by the modem with care In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of computer games danced in their heads. PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan, And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom, To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com - Which has now been re-routed to Washington State Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates. All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle. After centuries of a life that was simple and spare, St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire, With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh, And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans. The elves have stock options and desks with a view, Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue. No more dolls or toy soldiers or little toy drums (ahem - pardon me) No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive, From now on Christmas runs only on Win95. More rapid than eagles the competitors came, And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name. "Now, ADOBE! Now, CLARIS! Now, INTUIT! too, Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through, It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist, It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist - Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf, And on the package, a picture of Santa himself. Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme, And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow! Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!" And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, The whir and the hum of our satellite platter, As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky, The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy. As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound. And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright, Have a Microsoft Christmas, and to all a good night. |
City Sidewalks Bloody Sidewalks Filled with Holiday Dead In the air There's a feeling of funerals Children crying People dying Meeting wreck after wreck On ev'ry street corner you'll hear Sliding Cars Crashing Cars It's Christmas Time in the City Hear them scream See them bleed Soon it will be Christmas Day Strings of crunched cars Even flat cars Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush into each other Hear the trucks crunch See the crowds bunch This is ER's big scene And above all this bustle you"ll hear Sliding Cars Crashing Cars It's Christmas Time in the City Hear them scream See them bleed Soon it will be Christmas Day OKAY NOW KNOCK THAT OFF! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This is just getting on my last good nerve, all this Holiday Angst and Anguish and Whinering and Wailesting. What we need here is a good solid LAUGH - so let's just lighten our butts up shall we? I am going to make this a Season for Bloggville to Enjoy and I shall start it off with all your lists that you want Santa Pause to see! That's right put em down. Nothing can go on your list that has 'commercial' value, i.e. automobiles, Wii, 100 inch plasma tv's - nope! You have to list what you would really want to make you feel all snuggly and happy and be glad you are alive. Wha? OH, you want MY list  okay here it comes:Dear Santa Pause, This year I want you to take every human who has deserted a dog, cat, guinea pig, hamster, etc. in the wilds, woods or wherever - I want you to dump their butts out in the wilds for at least six weeks. Let's see how they like it! You know the color of deep rich dark chocolate Santie? Well I would truly love it if you could make all our mountains that shade for a whole week. Make it look like they are carved out of chocolate. M-m-m-m..... Santie? Yeah here's the thing. There are like a bunch of peop's in WdC I know, well not real well, but sorta, and they are writers. They need to get read by the proper peop's so they can be published and share all their wonderment with the whole world! See to it would ya? Love ya and believe in laughter and Life Anyea NOW - your turn! What is your list to good old Santie Pause? Come on tell me about it! Oh, and before I forget - ending on a BRIGHT note: Office Holiday Memo To: All Employees From: Management Subject: Office conduct during the Christmas season Effective immediately, employees should keep in mind the following guidelines in compliance with FROLIC (the Federal Revelry Office and Leisure Industry Council). 1. Running aluminum foil through the paper shredder to make tinsel is discouraged. 2. Playing Jingle Bells on the push-button phone is forbidden (it runs up an incredible long distance bill) 3. Work requests are not to be filed under "Bah humbug." 4. Company cars are not to be used to go over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house. 5. All fruitcake is to be eaten BEFORE July 25. 6. Egg nog will NOT be dispensed in vending machines. In spite of all this, the staff is encouraged to have a Happy Holiday. |
| With Bells On -Original Words By Dolly Parton I'll be home and withdrawn I'll be home and withdrawn Trim my toes and wrap my feet turn the Hard Rock music on This Christmas I'll be home and withdrawn! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** She stood waiting and her radiating anger warmed me through and through. I took a couple of steps back just in case she blew but she maintained - until HE showed up. He was dressed in clean blue jeans, a nice bright white shirt and wore a smile. She held out her hand. He was holding a sheet of paper in his hand and began to hand it to her, his smile didn't falter. She grabbed the paper, almost ripping it in half and flounced to the escalator. He started talking as she walked away and all I could hear was... "...but we have plenty of time..." Hm, not for him I don't think. His time was up. Is that one of the burr's under people's personal saddles this holiday? Do they feel they are running out TIME? I mean there are only twenty-four hours to a day, seven days to a week, and four weeks in the month but still, if you broke it down into seconds or nanoseconds - okay I know, humans don't work, think, play or whine at those speeds. Later on it was a different scenario. A middle aged couple with two small children. The children were attempting to run helter skelter everywhere at the same time even. "Slow down Little Georgio. There is plenty of time. Don't run so fast - slow down!" Again with the TIME, so I am thinking this commodity plays a large part of everyone's lives and stress levels during the month of December. "Do we have TIME to get Grandma another present?" "Will there be TIME to go to your In-laws before we open presents at home?" "What TIME do we have to be there?" "What TIME is Santa coming this year?" Words & music by paul simon I am heading for a time of quiet When my restlessness is past And I can lie down on my blanket And release my fists at last I am heading for a time of solitude Of peace without illusions When the perfect circle Marries all beginnings and conclusions And when they say That you're not good enough Well the answer is You're hot But who are they Or what is it That eats at what you've got With the hunger of ambition For the change inside the purse They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends Handcuffs on the soul And worse I am heading for a place of quiet Where the sage and sweetgrass grow By a lake of sacred water From the mountains melted snow |
| I don't think I'm going to pull through this time. Serious doubts going on. The image below is ONLY the start of it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** You ever have to listen to the same 10 Holiday Songs (why are there only ten?) over and over again? Teeth gnashing, eyeball rolling, drooling and gibberish time. And SO-O-O...I am going to treat you all to MY version of these ten songs - well maybe more because after four hours, my ears start ringing and all I hear is: SANTA BABY! I saw Mama Kissing Reindeer Please Come White Merry Little Snowman. I believe NEW versions need to be done and why Al Yankie hasn't put his fine hand to this task I have no idea. I tell you it's ONLY 12/1 and customers are going after each other NOW...g-r-r-r....  It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Murder use the right melody if you want or make one up It's beginning to look a lot like Murder Ev'rywhere you go; Take a look in the retail stores, the rampaging bores With bloody hands and black eyes all aglow. It's beginning to look a lot like Mayham Rudeness in every store, But the ugliest sight you'll see is the dead person in aisle three The cleanup is sure to be a chore. I have never ever seen such utter chaos as I did today (okay okay last year when I attempted to GO shopping but this is from a clerks perspective now). The customer's had me fooled. It was this spectacular game where in the early morning they were all cheerful and cooperative and polite - I let my guard down. Don't ever let your guard down with these folks. I had relaxed and was having fun and B*A*M - they all went INSANE! Shoving each other, running into each other with carts, grabbing stuff out of carts that weren't theirs - you wouldn't have believed this. HEY SANTA - GET YOUR PEN AND PAPER OUT cuz I have a HUGE LIST OF NAMES FOR YA! I got to play the part of both GOOD COP/BAD COP; Defense Attorney, Judge, Jury, Mamma, and the Village Idiot today. Damn they were on me like like...cookie crumbs on a plate! "Did you see what that man just did? Well - did you? He took the LAST roll of paper right off that shelf! I wanted that roll. Get it back from him - NOW!" "What do you mean by shoving that cart into me? Are you blind? Where's the police. YOU [referring to me] did you see that? I want you to be my witness!" "HEY! I was here first. Make her move would ya?" ...and on and on it went and the whole time those ten songs kept on a'playin'. The purpose of December must really be to release all the pent up frustration, rage, fear, hostility and whatever other negative emotions have been held in for the previous eleven months because DAMN - they let it out today I'll tell ya. AND IT'S ONLY DAY ONE OF THIS!  |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Hey all! Yup it's my Birth Day. Celebration time is going on. First I made up a Birthday song to share with you all.... clears throat and begins singing I'm havin' me a birthday Gonna have to work Havin' me a birthday I'm just a cashin' clerk. My friends are comin' round now dancin and havin' fun they're celebratin' my birthday I can't until I'm done. So drink up and laugh now dance until you fall cuz its my dag-gone birthday not Cinderella's ball. I'm havin me a birthday A new song must be sung There's confetti in the air too We all are feelin' young. *lyrics by Anyea *melody by Johnny Depp kidding about the melody but that would be SWE-E-E-E-T! Just cuz I can't be here during the day, well let me amend that, I have to be at work at 12:00 noon until 8:30 pm, I wanted to have games and fun fun fun... Twister was out, although that would have been too funny watching CC and Tor - well anyway, Pin the Tail on the Playboy Bunny photo is WAY out (tough luck guys) and when I went to use stuff on WdC I found my interest was just not engaged. SO-O-O-O....I made up a game. One that all of you can play, or not if you happen to be PARTEE' POOPERS, which I know none of you are so...here is Anyea's Birthday Bash Big Bam of Bloggity Game. I adore all of you who come in, comment, make me laugh, think, and stuff but I want to play this game so that it involves you and You and even YOU! Here are the game rules: 1. I will list each Commentor (Commentee? Commenty? whatever) and will give a 'clue' to the crowd. 2. The clue will lead each of you to each other's ports. Leave your own alone for pity sake and NO cheatin' now. 3. Inside the person's port go looking for the article/poem/short story/whatever to which the clue points you to. 4. Email me the results of what you found/figured out/knew already cuz you been there done that etc. 5. Have fun getting to dig around in each other's ports. Have fun reading - I did. I sat and read and read and read to come up with each CLUE. Okay got it? Well if you don't email someone, like Sweets who understands the fine workings of my sensitive mind and ask "WTF?".CLUES these aren't in any particular order by the way! I was going to put them in alphabetical order but it's very late so here ya go: David McClain it's about: Jared Tom & Sara bugzy is baaaccck!! "Felt different to me as I woke up. A piece so tiny inside me peaked out, Reminded me of places given up." Sweets Seek the Pahpi River galinago Another river? This time it's the old Bois de Sioux ljkam She actually blamed her kids for the marks on the floor - that SHE MADE! ShellySunshine "I guess it never matters what is true." ccstring Left Handers beware! Scarlett  She "knocks the spots off a Scrabble opponent". *Barbara Maria* She's traveling on and the journey is long overwhelmed by the choices she makes Special Kay Lucy got a busted bottom SouthernDiva She had good advice! "enjoy what you are doing with a silly grin on your face!" Nada Irony is a great tool and she uses it. Voxxylady She said: "I have been called a “born storyteller.” There could be no bigger compliment, as far as I’m concerned." zwisis Aside from her love of lambs, there was a missing camera! OH NO! Mr.Monk- GPs for the poor Combines Wolves and Birds and Wishes - oh my! My apologies in advance to any who have commented and I left off the list.  Like RAIN - who HAS NOT WRITTEN IN AGES, or anyone else. I ran out of energy what with all the reading, taking notes and stuff so sorry. Remember to email me with your wisest of guesses as to what short story/article/poem/advice/etc. that my clue leads you to. HA! I figure that only five clues will be solved out of the fourteen FIFTEEN listed - going to prove me wrong? heeheehee....Please have fun and remember that while I will be at work - I'll be gigglin' about this and excited to get home to check up on you all! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** OKAY LISTEN UP! All good writers move to the warm area with the cracklin' fire and the homemade brownies...that's right! Grab your snuggly stuffed toy and sip on that icy soda. Make yourself comfortable...go on now - you earned it! ...as for me...I'll be over here in the icy yukky wet windy fried liver and onions with lima beans area....cuz I am a BAD BAD BAD writer..... Why? Cuz I are that's why. All those words I wrote for N__N__ (can't bring myself to dishonor the wonderful organization's name now) - well I wrote them but they SUCKED. Okay so I was writing my story line...dumm dee dumm...tra la la...and BLAM! Hit a wall...okay wall #1 - no problem, just come up with some 'padding'. I PUT RECIPES IN MY STORY...an ENTIRE MEAL! Okay then I got back on track...dumm dee dum...la la la...tra...BAM! Wall #2 - DARN IT! Can't use recipes again - uh can I? - nah. I'm much more original than that! I KNOW! I'll do the history of a WINE! Okay we got it now...writing writing...words lalala...Ka-PLUIE! This was toward the end of the race to the dreaded "can I cross over that line" time.Let me tell you all I was stumped. I knew where the story had to go, my characters were just standing around tapping their feet and twiddling their thumbs - bored and restless to get going and what do I come up with? ARRRGGHHHH - the worst one of all! I put each step to a criminal investigation, explaining every nuance possible - at this point my characters stomped out. I got em all rounded up again but by then I didn't have too many more words to write to cross the line into "Win Won Why" land. I ended with the final scene just getting set up. I LEFT OUT THE ENDING! Bad writer...Bad Bad BAD writer - go stand in the icy snow and freeze your uhhh...something off. So my first experience with this ends. What are my thoughts, feelings and in-depth evaluation? This was an excellent method to force words out when you really don't feel there are any in you. I had not written anything of substance (ha! some substance I wrote; recipes, wine, crime investigatory steps) in so long I figured I was forever burned out. But I wrote and wrote long and for a long time with great discipline. Was it difficult? Of course it was. Writing each day that many words is hard. You sit down, stare at the screen and then just dive into your story. Did I have fun? Peripherally I did, what with the others who had joined, both from here as well as from the Valley. Did I learn anything? YOU BET I DID! I learned that inside a writer is an invisible wall of "I can't do this." I learned that every word put down chips away at that wall. I learned that most writers, who are serious about their craft suffer just like I did and will. Was it worth it? You bet! Am I glad it's over? OH YEAH!You know, I can't even remember why I went with a murder mystery. I have thought about where the idea came from and haven't a clue. It's a good idea and some day will be a tightly written novel for all to enjoy - but as for now: BAD WRITER - BAD BAD BAD.... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am all worded out I think. This would be the third attempt to blog today. Deleted #1 and #2 so let me think. Okay guys thinking isn't working either. Here: "Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning." Rich Cook. "Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent." RD Laing. "When the authorities warn you of the dangers of having sex, there is an important lesson to be learned. Do not have sex with the authorities." Matt Groening. "The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three wise men and a virgin." Jay Leno. "Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer.... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?" Bill Watterson. "Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell the government what they want and their kids pay for it." Richard Lamm. "In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'" Dave Barry. "Ever wonder if illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup?" John Mendosa. "Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." Terry Pratchett. "I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind." Patrick Dennis. "The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense." Tom Clancy.  Hope you all got a chuckle out of at least one of the above quotes. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** What can I say? Yes I have been spending many hours in what has become the MOST important room in the apartment. While we do have three of these, well two and one half because downstairs has no bathtub or shower in it, I have been spending most of my time in my bathroom. It seems I have been gifted with the *FLU* - thank you Johnny Q Public, and to encompass BOTH sides, JoAnna Z. Public. I have so many people tell me "Go get a FLU SHOT!" Just say NO to those folks. 1. They hurt - alot. 2. They are free and we all know there is a hidden price tag on free now don't we? 3. They get in my body and go "LET'S KILL HER!" 4. Did I mention shots hurt? 5. I have never advocated harming your body to spare your body other pain and suffering. I mean I don't tell people to run in front of dump trucks just so when they get hit by a car it doesn't hurt so bad. So, I have the flu. Interesting condition this being ill. I find it to be wearing. However it does provide me with a whole day off since it would be difficult to be a cashier from a toilet stall at work. That pulls up so many unpleasant images you just don't want to know. Customers would probably go into a stall to get cashed out though, let me tell you. I figure well there's always a golden lining right? I can maybe write and perhaps finish my 50K today. Hence the picture. I will probably be doing it from the Room With a View. [aside here - I have made three trips to the Room With a View while typing this. Not time efficient huh?] I haven't a typewriter to use, my dogs don't do dictation and I haven't a tape recorder so it would be the old paper and pen gig. Just hope I don't run out of toilet paper - there would go my notes. Okay perhaps that was TMI, sorry. The only good thing about being ill for me is that I have outstanding dreams. Last night I dreamed the earth was infested with Basilisks that not only could breath fire but also acid. In this dream I got to drive a Barbie Land Rover - very cool huh? Well the color sucked but that puppy had some serious power and speed to it. I was zipping through the woods, dodging trees (okay saplings) and zipping up huge hills (well okay fine they were bumps of dirt). The city I visited that had the Basilisk Bad Guy Army had mapped out elaborate defense mechanisms. Like the enemy couldn't see humans per se, but could detect motion and heat. So the humans wore coats that kept their heat to themselves - ugly silver coats they were too. Of course all other critters were on their own. The dream ended as it should - at a block party. WHOO HOO! Everyone came out at night to play - Basilisks hibernate at night or something. Great way to end a dream sequence - with a party. Of course my body woke me up with a call to that Room With a View and shattered me saving the day. Stoopid body. Wonder why I call it "Room With a View" yet? No? Okay then I won't tell ya. [aside here - I have now made four trips to the Room With a View while typing this. Inquiring Minds and all] Checking out blogs today I noticed we have a new kid on the block! This is good you know? Best of all this writer uses what I love - humor. WHOO HOOO! You might want to go take a peek at Douger 's blog "Invalid Item"  and enjoy yourself. Haven't commented yet and if I get a break from going to that Room With a View I will.Okay time to "go" again! Take care all and remember JUST SAY NO TO FLU SHOTS! Okay? |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Waves at any nice peoples still coming to The Clogged Blog. Hey you all - or hey anyone! I got a wee small nag today from a bud who wanted a blog entry. TA-DA! It is a non NaNo Thingie! WHOO HOOO....>falls off desk chair< Hmpf! Okay what to blog about hm? Lets think just for one little minute about originality okay? Oh come on it'll be a grand tea time for all. I want to start with the photo up there. See it? Okay. Now someone invented, designed and saw executed the dome right? It's an original - right? Peop's walk into whatever building it is look at dome and go "OH! How loverly! What an original idea!" With me so far?Now Mr. Photographer Artist Dude comes along, takes a photo, messes with it a bit and VOILA`. It's original too right? I mean it's a picture taken of something that someone else originally created, but its still original in design, execution and evolution. I know this seems convoluted but hang in there please. So, I am writing this time a novel - mystery type - and I'm thinking "is this original?". Then I got to thinking about ALL my work. Is any of it original? While I'm writing anything, I find myself remembering other things I've read that sparks my writing; tv shows that have a similar plot line. I don't know anymore if writing can be uninfluenced by what we have read, seen, heard, tasted, touched, gotten run over by or even had smack us up side the head anymore. I am having an INSECURITY MOMENT. Well I'm bored with that topic let's move on shall we? "Hey Anyea! Anything FUN happen to you lately?" I ate four pieces of homemade fudge yesterday - that was fun. "You have a wonderful Thanksgiving?" I had to do the cooking and ruined (okay not completely ruined but in my humble opinion they sucked) two of the dishes I made. We still ate like pigs at that trough though. The SEASON music is on at work and my poor brain is indulging in fantasies of shooting out the speakers. I make up new lyrics for all the songs that play over and over and over and over and...anyway yeah that's fun until you hear the same song for the 600th time. Haven't heard the Hippo Song though which is wonderful. Hippos are passe` now anyway, the customers are buying the big squishy elephants. No Elephant season songs I know of or have heard so WHEW. Customers are shell shocked I think cuz they haven't been all snarly and frothing at the mouth lately. THERE...my blog entry. A certain person - ahem Bugzy should be all happy now. I hope you all enjoyed this utterly rambling nonsense because now I have to get ready to go to work and think about my words that still need to be written. I don't think I'm going to make the 50K goal line. >sad sigh< I am still out there reading your blogs, wondering how you all are, wishing you guys would supply me with slingshots for those speakers at work and hoping that you have had a good laugh lately. Let me know 'k? Later - |
    ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I have so much in my Life to be thankful for that I'm gonna list em for you! What FUN!!! HEY! Hang in there - who knows? You may laugh a little and that's worth something right? In no particularly strange order now here they are:  My manager let me go home early from work today! WHOO HOOO.... was gonna take a nap....didn't take a nap though... Sunrises - love sunrises. 'specially when they happen about noonish so I'm completely awake to appreciate them. BYTES of 'puters...love being byted by them. Sleeping. I love falling asleep, staying asleep, dreaming and being all snuggly and warm (or cool - hm, guess that depends on the season) Love having enough BLINKIN' ROOM FOR MY LEGS PUPPIES...opps...You can too be thankful for sleep! UH HUH! CAN TOO! shuddup Kissing. I am really really really really thankful for a good / great / uberLord of Kissing. Don't get me started on the AoK though k? Sunsets. These are easy cuz I see most of them. If I'm not locked inside a Jail Cell of Retail Horror that is. Even then, they have these big big honking huge windows that look outside (um, where else would they look out? a port hole? okay moving on now) Roaring fires on a cold chilly b-r-r-r-y night. Well if it is daylight out and its really chillery, I love a fire then too. Fire mesmerizes me. I could stare into the flames until I  and fall asleep. Playing in the rain. There is just something so cleansing about running around in the rain getting all soaked and stuff. Wetness is good when rain happens. This is only true if said water is semi to really warm. Cold rain makes me hurt inside. C*H*O*C*O*L*A*T*E and when I find the people who invented it I'm so sending them a huge long letter of eternal thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you...well, you get the idea. FRIENDS! I am so very thankful for friends. You all are too cute for words sometimes and mostly my friends teach me stuff, get me laughing, get me crying and all those other emotions as we talk/read/text/write to each other. Friends have kept me going when I wanted to quit, kept me hopeful when all was lost, kept me sane when that was an impossibility, kept me loved - the best thing of all. My dogs both now and afore this. I am thankful for Sally my growing up best friend, Mister the Wisest of Mutts, Tashka a Football playing nut of a dog, Tucker the Arrogant Mutant Sheltie, CC who just knows she is a Mountain Lion and Dewley the most Scared Puppy I have ever loved. I am very thankful for each one and for what they brought into my life and heart. Laughter. I am thankful for that uh, emotion? ability? talent? Whatever it is I am thankful I have had bushels of it and will always look to find more of it all over the place. Really Smart People with Really Cool Ideas they shared. I am thankful for all kinds of brilliant people from all over this world of ours. It is NOT WEIRD - 'sides its my Thankfulnesserness List! Words. Whether they have been written, spoken, drawn, stitched or sung I am thankful I have experienced them, learned them, looked many of them up and pondered on them. Me. I am thankful for myself. I have had big trials, horrible experiences, awful stuff happen but through it all I still had me. I get to learn more about me every day. What I like may change, what I will eat or won't changes as well. The types of books that I enjoy will shift from one genre to another. The music I have enjoyed changed over the years too. Still love Disney tunes so P-F-F-F-T-T....I change, evolve, learn, grow, regress, digress, and I am still me. Hm, I may have left one or two billion things off my list. But that's it for this year of Thankfulnesserness So, what are your Thanks? Thankers?...uhhh Thankingness? Whatever you call it |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Twas the night before Thanksgiving And all through the store Each customer was screaming for food - 'Sell me more!' The Turkeys lay nestled all snug in the freezers Their feathers had been taken by the Turkey True Tweezers. When out of the madness there came such a flurry The store's rampant manager dashed up in a hurry "Now people you listen and hear what I say, Tomorrow is going to be Thanksgiving Day! Bow your heads, give thanks to the Power that Be That each can celebrate this, as well as be free Others aren't so lucky They haven't a bed, So don't let this madness just go to your head. Be humble and giving and loving and true Thanksgiving is more than this frantic shopping zoo!" The people gave pause and turned to each other, One small voice said 'Thank You' then one after another They all joined their voices in a thanks giving spree The youngest to the oldest were glad to be free. So let this small lesson in days coming up Fill souls with a joy from Life's Loving Cup. Be thankful you live in a land of the Free, We all are a part of the Universal Tree. Try manners and patience when outside you go, Thanksgiving is so much more - didn't you know?  May you all have something to be thankful for tomorrow. I know I do. One thing I am thankful for is all of you! |
| What is this dude talking about? What do you think he means? Come on you all - let me know what you think please? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I couldn't believe the photo when I found it. If I had been walking out wherever they have sunflowers and saw this, I know I would fall over laughing. Can you believe that someone went to all the trouble to make a face in a sunflower? Least we can do is play with it now huh? |
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When we were first married we had an inner city apartment. It didn't matter how much you cleaned and tried to run them off. They just visited next door and came back when the fumes wore off. After nine months of doing battle with earth's oldest creatures we moved. Now that you've mentioned their love for warm and dark computer cases I have a whole new source for nightmares.