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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** No one should Laugh at Life! That's Life's Job - Laughing at us. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** According to Chinese Horoscopes it is the YEAR OF THE TIGER! G-R-R-R Here's a writer that will make you laugh! I swear she is Erma Brombeck reincarnated! Take a look!
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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Lil kids ask it all the time. "WHY cant I git that?" "WHY do I hafta go ta bed nooowww?" "WHY is yer face all red?" One would think, as an adult, I had used up my "Why's" but nope! I just have to KNOW stuff. "WHY won't anyone just give me a job paying 50 trillion dollars a year?" "WHY won't the Lottery people take my phone calls?" "WHY am I asking ME these questions?" One would think I could get beyond asking questions. Where is that chocolate I hid anyway?  keep in mind that a question is like a hidden chocolate bar - you know the answer is SOMEWHERE!  |
TRY DOING SOME OF THIS? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** It can't hurt right? I am trying to find someone to inspire but can't find enough inspiration to get there - yet. *sigh* |
| I was saving the below graphic for a really heavy analysis of our current political/economic situation here on Planet Earth. I just can't come up with anything to say about them that hasn't been said, whined about, ranted over or analyzed to death. So I will have to use it for something else. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Listening to truly inspiration music so writing should be easy. Gotta love iTunes Radio huh? I can pick from as many radio stations as Satellite television has stations which no one watches. The following are to be chosen from: Alternative, Ambient, Blues, Classic Rock (love some of these), Classical (good for serious writing), College/University Radio (too scared to try these yet), Comedy (tried some, not so funny), Country (HEY I'm in TEXAS ya'll know?), Dance/Electronic, Edectic (huh?), Folk, Golden Oldies, Hip Hop/Rap, Hits of the 70's,80's, 90's, Holidays (I looked and nothing for National Chocolate Day), International, iTunes Radio Staff Favorites, Jazz, Latino, Pop, Public, Reggae (good music to clean by), Religious, RnB/Soul, Rock, Sports Radio (nononono), Talk/Spoken Word - whew! I'm not doing NaNo this year I don't think. I have no ideas for writing and haven't finished editing either of my novels. I figure I should do that before moving on with MORE chapters. I wish everyone the best of luck who do enter. Fifty Thousand Words aren't really that many if you don't think too hard, turn off that internal editor and just write it out. I noticed most blogs I've read lately are short entries and thus always keeping with the majority - just go with me on this one - I'll keep mine short. sigh Keep that eraser. You never know when it will come in handy! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Here's a list to cheer ya up! 1. There's a huge drought going on in Texas 2. It has been raining on and off for a week 3. The news is calling it a "wet drought" Never experienced one of these "wet droughts" but here I sit in the middle of one. Interesting occurence this is, let me tell you. So if you can have a wet drought, are there also clear overcast nights; short term forecast for the next year; arid precipitation, or breezy with 90 mile an hour winds? Another friend just got back from a family vacation with her mind intact. Earth shattering news that was, for as you know families plus vacations - oh my. Old saying: "You can pick your friends, but you're stuck with your family!" I reworded that somewhat. Found Bronco Bob's on-line and that cheered me up. Ordered some too. Sounds like I want a cowboy to go doesn't it? HA! Be sure to stay within the limits of your endurance. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ***picture this if you can*** Driving down the road, just a tad over the speed limit. After all you are an adult and always spot that hidden cop or camera waiting to nail you for speeding. What's five miles over anyway? Then some Jim-Dummy Idjiit has the audacity to put on his brakes. What the...? The light just turned yellow you fool! GO - GO - GO! The thing I've noticed in myself as well as other drivers is that Road Rage is a disease. It actually has a rather high mortality rate as well. I think Driving Stoopid kills more people however. When you throw in drugs, alcohol, eating, drinking and texting the recipe is a sure fire way for Mommy Nature to thin the herds. Ever research to see when exactly Road Rage had it's beginnings? Oh you may think it started back in the very beginning of automotive discovery/buyage/driving but I think you can look further back than that. Look at Fred Flintstone and his temper tantrums. I bet Road Rage has been around at least as long as Gravity has, probably longer. The cure for this disease? WALK - JOG - BIKE (bicycle that is). Get out of that machine and use your body to propel you. Just watch out for stray Pachycephalosaurus. They really shouldn't be let out without a license to walk at all! Walking calms your spirit and soothes your mind! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Today is yesterday with breakfast. Tomorrow will be the future with fewer casualties. Moment by moment is a stretch of will and imagination. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This thing beating inside my ribcage is my doppelganger. You know what a doppelganger is correct? No? Let me elucidate then. DOPPELGANGER; A noun from German Doppelganger dated 1851 a ghostly counterpart of a living person WHAT? If I say this is so, it is truth. Maybe. When I think of how it does stuff on its own, I get nervous. Like when I am being all logical and stuff like that, designing art, creating crochet wonders, and WHAM! "I feel bad about Tasha." Hey! I'm busy here hear? Hm, work on that sentence needed. Anyway, I am working on her money situation logically laying out solutions so just back off okay? "She is hurting. See what I mean? It's like this little person inside banging on me for attention and it DRIVES ME NUTS! I tell that lil interfering rib-banger that sometimes solutions need logical thinking and hard work. Does that stop it from busting in on my work? Nope. I looked for some solution to this, tried meditation, loud music, enforced mental lock-downs and sometimes that stoopid lil doppelganger just has to get in the last word. You all have this problem?  What solutions you come up with? I named my doppelganger too. That's just so I can hold conversations with it when it gets all DRAMATIC on me. Yup I named it 'Toto'. I keep telling it we aren't in Phoenix no more. HA! Stay up and converse with your doppleganger and see what happens! |
| ...but that doesn't mean you get to give up. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I want to tell a story about Pride and Judgment. These two get humans into so much trouble you would swear they were created from Eternal Chaos wouldn't you? I have told you about Miss Christine, my very good wonderful giving friend, haven't I? Well, she has siblings and each of them is emotionally turned upside down and backwards. ***did you notice that JUDGMENT just jumped in there? We, humans that is, watch and observe other peop's and make up our minds about them. This one is funny, that one is psychotic, the one over there shouldn't be breathing the same air we do. We JUDGE others. I am just as guilty as the next human in this. Christine's younger sister, Tash, is one funky, messed up, emotionally under-developed girl/woman. Tash isn't 25 yet and has had three children by a man currently serving time in prison. He has been in and out of jail his whole life. Mostly charges against him are for family violence. Tash has suffered at his abusive fists more than once. He never sees his children, uses them in phone calls to make Tash feel guilty and she would go back to him in a millisecond. After hearing her stories (some were extremely funny), and having had up close experiences with abuse, I decided at first to counsel her. ***did you notice that PRIDE just jumped in? Tash would listen to me speechify, tears in her eyes and tell me flat out; "I love him. He's my babies daddy." I finally decided I was up against a life time of self-destructive behavior and Tash needed professional assistance. Christine loves her sister and only wants her stable and happy. Mostly she worries about the three children. All this is background to today's news. Tash has been diagnosed with Pituitary Cancer. She has been staying in Christine's house due to black mold found where she had been living.Her 'boyfriend' of a year has left her and the kids with no where to go. Don't ask about family members because Christine is the ONLY caring and giving one in that family. Tash's babies are seven years old, four years old and a two year old. What will she do? What will the outcome of brain surgery be for her? Who steps up to take care of those children? You know the answer as well as I do. Miss Christine has already stepped up and while taking care of this current situation is still trying to be there for me with no car and no job. (She also was laid off at the same time I was so she is looking for work.) When I heard the news I wondered if Bad Luck had found permanent residence with Tash while hoping she had more time to get her Life in order. PRIDE and JUDGMENT We have to grab hold of chaotic choices sometimes and make ourselves believe that whatever is wrong, or we perceive as wrong, in our lives, someone else's Life is ever so much harder. We must be vigilant as well. Pride came before the fall and guess what? Autumn is here. Judgment should be left to that Power that can unemotionally and logically deal it out. Humans are too frail, too imperfect to judge anyone except themselves. Perhaps you won't agree with me, but a Blog Entry is to release pent up words, then sit back and see what spins out of them. Keep you souls up, your hearts shining and your writing clear. |
 You thought I left forever didn't you? H*E*L*L*O....??? Hm, where have all the people gone? No problem, I got talking to myself down to a fine art. Okay Anyea, the Reporter from L.I.F.E. is here to interview you. Put down the chocolate bar and pay attention would you? Oh - and do NOT tell any stories which could get us sued again would you? "Um, yeah - my name is..." "Yeah yeah yeah - you got a name. Like you think I'm gonna remember it in 5 minutes? Whatcha wanna know hm? Got questions? Good. Ask away. Hang on would ya? Gotta put some background music on. You like disco? HA! Me either just yanking on ya. Go on. Ask your stoopid questions already. Hey what's your name anyway?"  No there is no interview I'm just playing around here okay? Trying to get back into that place where peop's write. Haven't done any in a while so bear with me okay? "Um, my name is..." "Enough with the friggin' name already! Jeesh. Like anyone cares! Now ask me anything. Wait..wait..don't ask me anything about the night at the ocean on July 4th okay? Good. You can ask me anything else. Wait...um, you better not ask me about that fight cuz my lawyers don't want me talking about that at ALL! Go ahead now, don't be shy. You aren't shy are you? I mean a reporter who is shy would be like a coyote that sings off key. So, what do you wanna know?" "Um, our readers would like to know where you've been." "Your readers huh? Who reads L.I.F.E. anyway? HA! Get it? Nevermind, inside joke <insert massive chuckling here> Where have I been....oh where oh where. Well my finely unfeathered friend/reporter/annoying asker of weird questions, I have been surviving my Life. Let me tell ya, surviving is not all it's cracked up to be either. Nope. I'd rather just jump in and live my Life, but every once in a kangaroo's age, one must just keep doing that fuzzy dog paddle and force the chin out of the deep doggie doo-doo one is swimming in and survive. Next question please." "Um, actually you didn't answer the question ma'am." "MA'AM!?! What's up with that? Just call me Anyea, or Empress of the Known Universe for short. I don't answer boring questions kid and let me tell ya that was a B*O*R*I*N*G question.  Basically, I have been learning the lyrics to the song from a Broadway Musical "Money Makes the World Go Round". Yup. I got em down too! The company I worked for (emphasis on worked) based in another country altogether, is having problems with the lyrics and decided that releasing lil worker bees would assist them in memorizing the song better. Wha? I got laid off. Why is it one can get LAID and it is a good thing and LAID OFF is bad? Anyhoo - I am jobless, some what money less and cute as the backside of a hummingbird sucking nectar. HEY IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ONE THEY ARE CUTE! heeheehee... Now, I wander back into writers world land and find - EVERYONE I KNOW HERE HAS QUIT BLOGGING. Okay not quit per se, but quit on WDC. Whazzup folks? This place giving you too much drama? HA! Like writers/non-writers/hopeful writers/wanna be writers would ever indulge in drama? Get outta here. I did discover other sites where some folks have meandered off too - YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME! I think this entry is long enough don't you? Me too. Sides I have job sites to hit - again, and again, and again...you get the picture. LOVE YOU ALL! Even with ya all deserting me - desert/dessert whatever. Write like your LIFE depends on it - it probably does! |
| Well - here I am with all of 20...19 minutes to write something so everyone knows I'm not dead or worse (what's worse than dead? Oh yeah - eating liver). I'm a writer so this should be very simple right? (OKAY ALL MIS-SPELLINGS LEAVE MY FLYING FINGERS ALONE NOW!) I could regal you with tales of my Life but I prefer to describe other stuff. Like last night. I was out walking Dew (the grey long long legged beast) and in the gloom of the late setting of sun, I saw a clump on the sidewalk ahead of us. "NO! Some idiot let their dog take a crap in the middle of the sidewalk?" I was all ready to let go off my carefully controlled temper, when the pile of dog poop HOPPED. OMG...Texas has hopping dog poop? Nope! IT was a froggie! To be accurate it was a toad. I was excited about seeing a toad, having been untoadless for many a year, but it was Dew who had a magical moment. Ever seen a dog with 3 feet long legs hop? Okay you gotta picture my boy HOPPING after this toad. I let go the leash as I couldn't stand up from laughter. It was a Hallmark moment. okay my time is limited, gotta go log on now....HUGE HUGS TO ALL OF YOU....and PLEASE keep writing. |
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