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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I thought this was tough to start the first time....Don't worry I'll get it right SOME day.  Always there are nay-sayers. Just stick to your ideals. Hold fast to those dreams. Don't let go. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I feel compelled to write blog entries that are upbeat, happy-go-plucky and overall fun. What with the economic catastrophes running Amok and Politicians strutting their impotent stuff, someone has to shine some Happy lights right? Let it be me. Ahem So, fantasies, let's talk about these for today. Oh, not sexual fantasies - those are private or Sergeant or something. Let's discuss other fantasies. For instance, how many peop's fantasize about saving someone, or something, be it a nation, a person or even an entire world? Come on now, fess up. What about creating something that no one has ever created before? Fantasize about that do ya? Now, what about Happiness. Do you ever find yourself imagining and picturing clearly in your mind a situation that makes you break out in laughter? COME ON - I refuse to be the ONLY one who does this! When Life kicks me in the proverbadation nuts, I go into my mind and find some situation to place myself and someone else in. I have them do or say something that is so outrageous, so outside their normal behavior it just makes me laugh. Over time I have come to know some of you. Some I have spoken on the phone with. Some of the blog entries I have read have laid me out with laughter. I store these things for use at a later time in my mind. I record and keep the sound of laughter, giggles, and the feeling that comes from laughter - joy. I had to pull out the stops today and use my Fantastic Fantasy Machine to its maximum output. First off, I do not like to go into work on a day off. I do not care if I got paid overtime for the four torturous hours I endured. I do not care if there were laptops and desktops being given away as "door prizes". Then to cap off the experience, the room the meeting was held in was kept at a balmy 45 degrees. Yeah. My body temperature is normally 97.6 degrees so when I have to just sit in cold temps, my body starts to go into hypothermia. Let's face it, I was in misery. Into my mind I went, looking for something to pull me back into a brighter frame of mind. I built a room with a huge oval table and chairs. There were no windows to distract and no special settings to overwhelm. Each chair held a person from Blogsville for my entertainment. I sat inside my mind and fantasized about the conversation that might have been had at that imaginary table. Who was in attendance? Oh, Tor came with Mel; Dan showed up with his puppy; there was CC and his poor ugly-puppy; Partyof5 of course had to be in attendance, as well as Bugzy, Sweets and just for smuck and giggles I threw in the StoryMaster. Scarlett and Nada sat next to each other whispering and ignoring the rest of us but watching them interact was fun. Oh, then Debi and her hubby Eric showed up and brought some interesting items for the group to ponder upon, play with and discuss. I built the room, the setting, made up the conversations and actually started to smile. The smile grew as I watched CC and Party try to convince Tor and Eric about the proper uses of a loofah. Then as I watched the scene in my mind, I lost control and started giggling out loud as Bugzy and Deb started a mash potato fight against Scarlett and Nada - don't ask who won! You may well wonder what those sitting on either side of me in real time thought was happening as I played out my fantasy at this meeting. They weren't aware of it as I kept my head bowed and my smiles and giggles on the inside mostly. Some of the giggles escaped and I had to pray the CEO hadn't said something that was supposed to be all wise at that moment! After building this scenario I tell myself that writing can't be any harder than orchestrating the group I watched in my mind's eye today. Yet, it is some how. I can give others lines to say, actions to do, behaviors to act out but to write the lines, the words, the sentence - still eluding me. I am a writer yet I can't get the story out there. I am a writer who is capable of fantasies that would put most to shame. Yet I can't write. Strange isn't it? Funny and strange. *sigh* pssst Nada you still have some mashed stuff over your left ear! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** It's Friday, a day of celebration (not). Today is the end of the working week for many of us (but not me). So we hold this truth to be self-evident. An old phrase used somewhere, can't remember where now (ha). Inside my mind I am stirring the Pot of Let's Pretend. Want to know what ingredients I am going to use? Yes? Good, cuz I was going to tell you anyway. 1. Large chunk of sunshine belief that all people are not created angry. 2. Dash of hope that every customer I deal with is in love with the idea of waiting for their unit. 3. Splash of optimism - can't hurt 4. A few handfuls of silly behaviors, stored up to use on co-workers 5. Mega-dose of make-believe energy. So, that's what I'm packing inside my mind today. Tomorrow, when I'm forced to go into work at the unbelievable hour of 8:00 AM, I will have a completely different set of ingredients to stir in my mind. I try not to get into the  or  mind set because I do know how short Life is unlike many who seem to believe they are related to that Highlander guy. No one lives forever. I'm wearing a tee shirt to work today which I didn't think I should, but have since changed my mind. It reads: I AM THE EVIL TWIN *sigh* OH - and this entry is centered on purpose in case you all thought I screwed up! HA! I just felt like doing it this way today. You know what they say don't ya? Those who can ---- do. Those who cannot --- don't think about it anyway. The rest are just for amusement purposes only. You have yourselves a merry little Friday --- especially TOR who probably has to work the weekend, sorry about that Tor. Tomorrow is still another day. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I have this little software package that has 20 timers on it. I figured this was so cool cuz when/if I write for NaNo this year (no guarantees now) I could use it to time my writing. Disipline or something like that. Twenty is a cool number, but how to use all twenty, haven't a clue. Anyway another bud here on WdC used to do Timed Random Writing and set a timer. She used to do this to untrain her "inner editor" to back off and just let her write. I kept thinking "I wanna try that!" but never really got around to it. I have one of the twenty timers set to 20 minutes but I'm going to back that down to ten minutes today and see what I get, and what you get as well. I believe ten minutes is enough time to torture all of us don't you? Okay hang on while I set this up...dummm deee dumm...... DRUM ROLL PLEASE...  BEGIN! Okay I know everyone has their favorite time to drive. Personally I enjoy driving in the early morning, like about 5 am. Night driving sucks. I hate it. All those people flashing their brights in your mirrors, eyes and all over the terrain. YOu do get to see critters off to the side with their glowing eyes though. Stupid inner editor ckeck this out I keep backspacing. Trying not to but darn its hard! Okay back to night driving. I work until 8:00 pm and its dark out when I leave. I go down a highway 35 that is fo;rever long and takes almost twice as forever to get back to Killeen. During my travels, at night, I see idiots with any number of lighting problems. They use their brights, they use their dims, they don't have lights on at all. I just want to get home so I play bumper car with whatever lighting I find out on the road. Usually I drive in the uh, fast lane or in Texas its called the "Passing Lane Only" which I think is so cute. I pickekd that lane early on as my own personal lane. I like it, get out of it, move it, I am going now! However even at late night there are too many cars for me to use my lane to its fullest potential. Cops? What cops? I don't see any. Well I did see a couple but I awlways slow down to wave at them. HA! Hey ten minutes is forever isn't it? That alarm had better work or I could be at this for a year. I do have work today alarm so work. I am thinking this is way harder this free style writing than any thing. Try it. Now I am free floating and haven't a clue what else to write about. Night driving - done, lights - did it what else is there? Wanna hear about the grass in Texas that moves? Well all grass lawns here have no grass anymore. Nope. THey moved the grass somewhere else. Maybe to where Tor lives but it sure doesn't live here anymore. I watyer the yards just to say I tried. Poor brown batch of stuff that isn't green or grass but still you have to mow it. How is that logical? When did mowing weeds be the in thing? Everyone thinks IKE gave us water galore but that IKE was moving so fast overhead he hadn't time to do more to this region than mist upon us. Mist upon us HA! They weren't so lucky elsewhere. I am running out of things to type so that alarm better gor off SOON! Now today is THursday and Friday is tomorrow and I USUALLY get Saturday and Sunday off. Not this week. I have to go into work o n Saturday at EIGHT IN THE FRICKIN MORNING! Yeah yeah its over time but still I had no choice. The company has this get toglether for all employees and it is mandatroy and not even a doctors excuse will save ya. Hurry up lil timer dude! So there goes one of my days off, well not the whole day it is only until noon. Four hours of company sappiest spankiness or YES - Da TA! Ding ding ding! DONE DONE DONE . Whew that 10 minutes felt like over a half hour. Yes, my inner editor went to work in that every once and while and I would back space or change the word I was going to use to fit a misspelling. I'm tricky like that. Just the way to start my day. STRESSFUL. Okay I can see this isn't going to be a favorite of mine. Try it though. Tell me how you do in ten minutes of unedited just write what you are thinking about stuff. |
| Everyone gets their shot at both whining and winning. First off, why isn't whine with the 'ing' at the end spelled like "whinning"? I mean win gets "winning", so give whine a shot would ya? Moving on... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I talk to peop's all day at work who are devastated without their computers. Part of my brain analyzes their complaints. My mouth goes into motor-mode and I talk them all down off the cliffs of Rage and Unreason. Peop's who work my area tell me I'm too nice. If they knew what I was thinking while motor-mouthing they sure would not say that! "I have no way to connect to the Internet! My life is OVER!" yeah, okay well will you be quiet then? "School just started and I need this to work for my classes! Do you want me to FAIL?" no, I just want you to go away... "I write for a living! What do you expect me to do NOW?" oh please please help me keep my mouth shut please please please We whine, we choose to whine, but while whinning (ha) do we seek alternative solutions? I mean the writer - what happened to paper and pens? The students, they don't have libraries at college anymore or other alternatives? Please. If we have a problem, and our only alternative is to complain about it - what does that say about our human race? I mean, I'm totally an advocate of self-pity. Everyone has the right to feel sorry for themselves - up to one hour. That's it. Then, your brain should kick in and start working out a solution. Consumers have just gotten too used to "having it all our own way!" that now we are a country of Whine-Whiners-Whinning type peop's. Okay not all but I'm sure every one working in any service industry will tell you their horror stories. We should have a forum called 'Service in America - the REAL Story'. Nah - too scary even for October! HA! Have a good day this first day of October which my buddy Bugz just claimed for her own. It IS her birthday so hop on over and wish her a chocolate day okay? Thanks. |
| I created the image during a 'pretend I know what I'm making' session but didn't have anything to write that goes with it. Poor graphic. Just sitting there looking like the Pluto-Mushitropic-Fungus. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Now I have to write something. Write, right, wright, rite. How's that? No? Hm. Wanna hear my end of the world theory? No. Okay. How about my ideas on how we should get rid of money in trade for goods and services? No? Hm. WELL DANG IT! I GOT NUTTIN FOLKS.   What do Viagra And Disney Land have in common? They both cause you to stand around for an hour waiting for a two minute ride!! Last winter I was laid up at home with the flu. My fiancee' called and volunteered to come over and fix dinner and play nursemaid to me. I declined, not wanting to pass on the flu to her. "Okay honey", she told me, "Will wait till after we get married. Then we can spend the rest of our lives making each other sick!" One day, the Captain of the 40-oared royal barge goes down to speak to the slaves in the hold of his ship. "Men, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is, the Queen will be joining us today for a trip up the Nile." The men cheered and rattled their chains. "The bad news is, she wants to go water skiing." What do you call an intelligent blond? A Golden Retriever. Have a great day this last day of September 2008. Don't let those boogie-men in Washington get to ya!  |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Ever ask yourself "Where am I?", or do you just stay lost until you figure out how to fix the lostedness? Often times, Life hands us a partial road map. Oh, we see the major highways, thorough fares, sites of interest and first aid stations. But that's it. What we can't see, that is where we run into trouble. Normally peop's go along their way, tra-la-la-ing, and ignore all the small side streets, twistie turns and high up views. Normally. Every once in a while however, the same peop's who have never had to deviate from the usual route in their lives accidentally take the wrong turn. "WHERE AM I? HOW DID I GET HERE?" Utterly cute Panic will ensue. Oh you know Panic - the greenish gooey guy with a long swishy tail that makes the ICK ICK sound - yeah him. "ICK ICK - gotcha! ICK ICK - no let go you!" Here is the trick for dealing with Ick-Ick Panic dude. First, do not ignore him. Just makes him crazier than ever. Face him and say the following: "Yes, I see you. Yes, I hear you. Hurry up! You got five minutes then it's out with you!" You may have to repeat this several times as Panic is rather hard of hearing. Or he just isn't listening to you at all. You may have to be very loud and persistent when you say that sentence. He will eventually hear and go. While screaming, uh saying the sentence rather, start planning what you will do when he leaves. You gotta have a plan, right? Looking at that map Life gave ya might not be all that useful at this point. Turn the map over. That's right - turn it over. On the back of the map should be more directions written in very tiny fine print. It may say something like this: In case of an emergency, check the following for any malfunctions: (1) Brain Cells firing on all billion cylindars; (2) Heart beating strong and in rhythm; (3) Strength of Purpose opened for use (4) Chocolate of any variety close at hand. Whatever you do, do NOT reveal your credit score to any Cute Panic Dude. Not hard to follow, these directions, right? Good. Next time you get lost in Life, remember this, Life gave you a road map, no one gave you any guarantees it works. HA! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Is it not RIVETING? So, I keep hearing about these banks that are failing, getting bought out, and how many peop's feel we are on the edge of another Depression. Isn't that riveting? I once read about this check from the Government I was supposed to get. I found out they OPPS'd on my check and it went to someone else. Isn't THAT riveting? I am hostessing a S'getti Supper for friends tonight but after lifting up into the Ram Truck and lifting out of the Ram truck items weighing about 50 pounds each (four times fifty actually), my back wants to go out in the worst way. I can hardly move yet peop's are still going to be here in under an hour. Don't you find this all riveting? The new job involves a whole bunch of hysterical customers, many who act like a two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. Talking them down, over and over again, has given me high points with our QA Department as having excellent customer service. Again - riveting right? There is an off-white ultra-suede couch in the living room that I always throw my bag and lunch bag on after work. I suddenly discovered that one of my "ice packs" leaked it's liquid stuff out and all over the suede. Found a cleaning kit just for the couch and furiously scrubbed that dumb seat cushion (while wondering if I could just flip the dumb thing to avoid detection) and hope that when it is finally dry and re-brushed no one (especially owner of house and couch) will notice anything ever went wrong. Riveting news. This is Anyea, The Riveting Bringer of Riveting Stuff saying take care, enjoy your weekend and whatever you do, DO NOT OWN ULTRA SUEDE IN WHITE. Thank you. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Here's a quote for ya! "Duct tape is like the force: It has a dark side and a light side and it holds the universe together." - Carl Zwanzig Ahh Duct tape and all its glory. Did you know that you can use it in the following ways though? Taping annoying people to walls, floor, ceiling, or bed. Make lawn decorations. An entire roll can be used in place of a bedroom door to keep someone in for hours. Mute function for humans. Shoe designs. http://thezac.com/ducttape/shoes.htm Write term paper on it. Put it on your lawn and paint it green. Say good-bye to mowing. Seat covers in your car. Make a space suit out of it so you can walk on the moon. Roll it over a pool and make a trampoline. Tape keys to bottom of car so you never lose them.  How handy this stuff is right? But I'm here to ask about the forebrother to Duct Tape - Mr. Masking Tape. Even though Masko doesn't have the holding ability, the water-proofedness or the sheer strength of Dude Duct, surely people have a million uses for him. I used him when I moved, from taping boxes shut to labeling stuff. What about you? I know Dude Duct is more popular but everyone uses Masko don't they? There are sites out there that list 1000 uses for Dude Duct, but I want some unique uses for Mr. Masko. Let's see em now. You all are way inventive! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I want to discuss songs and singers. Oh not those current songs, singers or groups, oh no. I want to talk about songs we loved when we were little short (ahem) peoples. When we were under five years old -- that time! Now there is this song that I loved when I was wee-er and cannot remember it very well. My hope is someone OUT THERE - ha - will recognize it and tell me the name of the song and/or the lyrics in full. It was a song that made me laugh every time I heard anyone sing it. There was some Irish man or Welsh man walking along a shore. He finds a box. Someone tells him not to pick up the box but he does and awful stuff happens to him. That's all I can vaguely remember about the song. Hope it helps get me the whole thing! Now on to "kids" songs. Ring-around-the-whatever Bush never like that song, thought it was inane even when I was little and still don't like it to this day. Add to that song the following I just didn't care for: Pop Goes the Whistle Mary Had a Little Lemon The Alphabutt Song Itsy Bitsy Dinosaer Row Row Row Your Sinking Boat These songs managed to annoy me whenever they were sung. I never understood why perfectly sane big adult type people would bother singing these or have the tenacity to TEACH them to unsuspecting children. WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?!? I asked myself that alot while growing up. Songs I did enjoy hearing, learning and even humming along with (what? me sing? Nah) were: Be Kind To Your Web Footed Friends This Old Man If You're Happy And You Know It (yeah it's silly but I loved it!) Teddy Bear Picnic My repertoire expanded as I grew but I just remember those as songs that wouldn't make me want to scream and cry and throw myself around. How about you guys? Do NOT tell me you don't remember because I know that songs, like certain foods, smells etc. linger with us from forever and we manage to keep those memories safe. Today I listen to a huge variety of songs, singers and groups but I had a thought. Someone from our far misty past had the AUDACITY to write those irritating songs. Please tell me song writers from today aren't still pumping out horrible crap to poor unsuspecting children - YUK! Bet ya that when you think of a song you liked as a kid - that song will play through your mind off and on all day and you will smile each time. Well, okay about the five-millionth time you probably won't be smiling but for the first four you will. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I bet some of you out there who read this blog wonder, 'Where does she get this stuff?' I wonder the same thing myself so don't feel alone! Triangulation is a way of determining something's location using the locations of other things. Therefore I hypothesize that Emotional Triangulation is a way of determining our emotional state using the totality of our immediate being. This would include our physical state, our surroundings, our mental acuity. YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING! I don't know, I just get these phrases in my mind and they won't let me go! Actually that phrase does exist in the study of family dynamics. Who knew? I did a Gaggle search and found it. Still don't know where or how it popped into my head - just really like the sound of it. If we had our emotions set up like our vehicles, with a steering wheel, brakes and accelerator what type of vehicle would we be driving? Some would liken theirs to perhaps an 18-wheeler, big, strong, steady but slower. Some would see their emotions as a sports car; fast, low to the ground but flashy. Most of us I think would just pick that economy sized vehicle with great gas mileage. Oh, we go over the speed limit at times, but mostly we take the safest route, the surest path. Like a vehicle, I believe we need tune-ups at least once a year. Not an outside mechanic necessarily, but a self-diagnosis if you will. The old H.S.M. check list! Happy how ya doing? Hanging in there are ya? Good to hear it. Getting plenty of chocolate? Alrightie then. Sad you okay? You seem to be putting in some overtime lately dude. Think we'll cut back on those movies and see if we can't get you a break. Mad you just simmer down! (heehee) You are useful so quit gr-r-r-ing at me! Just don't like to see you taking over the place.Take your emotions out for a test spin soon and see if they don't need a tune-up, some additives or just some TLC. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Throughout the ages of humankind magic has been used, misused and totally misunderstood. In the Age of Mud, when humans first ate oysters from sheer desperation, the stirrings of magical words sprang. "GLOOP!" That one word called up the fierce Gryposaurus who lived on the slimy banks where oysters lazed about waiting to be eaten raw. Man saw the fierce beast and knew that hence forth "GLOOP" should not be uttered if one did not want this dino to appear. Fast forward to the Golden Age of Man. Standing on a stage, hidden behind a grotesque mask, part of the chorus, a man by the name of Horton, mis-sings his line. "HIPPO-PLATYPUS!" Greek Tragedy was born. What was once a bouncy happy theatre production became seriously sad. The chorus member was banned and forced to open a Tuna and Goat Cheese stand outside the Dionysus Theatre. In today's modern society there have been words uttered that have changed our history. Take for instance the speech given before the Grand Council of Physics, Doctor Heinrich Hurtz spoke to an audience of hundreds about his latest discovery. "It is FLACCID!" He said loudly and the lights went out in Georgia, Romania and half of Louisiana. Misspeaking or floundering through spoken words can have consequences unforeseen. Sometimes a human just stumbles into speaking magic formula. The errs of our forefathers, foremothers and forepets should warn us to take heed. The above pictured word must be used with caution. Once spoken, countless words will spill out of another person, causing ear drums to resonate painfully. I speak from personal experience and warn my reading audience to be wary. I am quite sure there are other magical words out there which should not be used lightly. If you would care to, please list any you have discovered, but do NOT speak them aloud. Who knows what can result? |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This is a fine day for a Saturday. Was going to go shopping, which is girl fun, then set up a supper for friends tomorrow. Go on-line to see what I can spend and suddenly I see a charge on my account that I have NO idea what is for. PANIC MODE Call bank to ask if they can give me more information. "It looks like an on-line purchase. Have you purchased something on-line recently?" "No." "Have you ever heard of ____________ company?" "No." "Well then we will file a fraud claim. Will you be willing to cooperate with the fraud investigations and if the perpetrator is caught will you be willing to prosecute?" "YES, YES, YES!" "Alright then. We have canceled this card and a new one will be to you in 5 to 10 business days." Most people would just shrug and go, "Okay - I'm good with that." Not me. "WAIT! What if I have to get gas and stuff? I can't use my card as of now correct?" "That is correct. However you can go to a local branch bank..." "Uh, the closest local branch is two hours of driving away." "Oh. Sorry but you will get a new card...." *sigh* I lost one card, just got another new card less than 2 months ago and now THIS? HACKERS NEED TO ... BE SMACKED AROUND AND SUPER GLUED TO A CEILING FAN THAT IS SET ON HIGH SPEED! I have no idea who this company is or what the thief bought with my card number. I have no idea how they GOT the new card number. Lady at the bank's hot line said someone can just take a picture of your card when you present it to a clerk and obtain your number that way. HOLY SHI$...GET A FRICKIN' JOB YOU LAZY A$$H*LE! Times are so tough right now and to have this happen just makes me nuts. What was going to be a wonderful awesome weekend has turned into a Nightmare from Elm Street. All because someone has no moral ethics and wants the easy way out. You damn right I'll prosecute the little idiot! I'll be in the front row because if this person stole from me - I won't be the only one stolen from! Some days you just are the bug and not the windshield! *sigh* You all be careful using those pieces of plastic okay? Too many idiots out there waiting to take advantage of you and your money.  *sigh* I so hate those old expressions that come up and hit me in the back of the head *sigh* AFTER I went through canceling my card, filing fraud and starting my bank investigations THEN I went to my e-mail account. I purchased a software package a year ago. At the time I thought it was a one-time buy. Turns out I was buying a yearly subscription. *sigh* I don't want the subscription and if I had seen what it was for I certainly could have avoided all this mess I find my self in. LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP! oh shuddup old sayings... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN3hV9s4EOc Yes it is finally FRIDAY! I'm in LOVE! WHOA!!!! not like THAT! Just like Sire Tor, I have been working weekends for about a day beyond forever. To me a day off was just a day - nothing special at all. Monday off? Okay - I'm good with that. Wednesday off? Sure why not. Now I work in a Monday to Friday job. FRIDAY - TGIF all over again. *sigh* One girl remarked that a weekend is just a blink away from Monday but you all know me. I am skippy-jumpy-hopping-all-over-the-drivers-seat-wait-slow-down-flashing-lights-in-your-rear-view-window-girl! Whew. Was for another driver not me. Slowing down now. I suppose 85 in a 70 MPH zone is probably not good but the TUNES WERE JAMMIN' and it is FRIDAY! Nada should be home soon, Scarlett is sad but we will rally round her and just cheer her up! CUZ IT'S FRIDAY! I'm sending her a clown with a balloon bouquet and a tank of helium so she have a "Squeeky Friday Party!" Our buddy CC and Tor raced towards the finish line and both came in First Place on FRIDAY! CC wrote a real worded thingabob about his baby girl-okay-sixteen-year-old-girl-but-a-baby-once-girl! It was outstanding and I got all femalish gushy eyed. Tor's sickie 'puter is all good again thanks to the folks at Chips Hospital. And he's back on FRIDAY! WHO DOESN'T JUST FRIDAYS? if you don't then hush!LET'S DO A CHEER FOR FRIDAY listens to the cheers - wonders why all the peop's are doing different cheers - shrugs and does all of them! GIVE ME A ................................................................ F GIVE ME A ................................................................ R GIVE ME A ................................................................ I don't know about you but I need chocolate. GIVE ME A .... ...uh, forgot where I was! OH you guys know how it goes. Ask Bugzy if in doubt.Me? Gonna watch some STNG and eat some...need chocolate...hm....FRIDAY CHOCOLATE TASTES BEST! You all enjoy your FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!!! |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Okay so if I decide that I'm going to be decisively indecisive - does that mean I have not made a decision? Is my decision negated by my indecision? In our lives sometimes a decision is called for. Perhaps our vehicle bursts into fire while driving to work, or maybe while taking a shower the tiles fly off the wall and a ocean of water flows into the stall with you. I mean these are big things that would call for a decision. Right? What about little things though? So say you have a jar of bubble gum at work with smiley faces printed on them (Let's refer to these as ETS or Eat That Smile) and in your drawer you have miniature Snicker Bars (did you know Halloween is almost here? Now that is convenient!). You want the chocolate but you love ETS cuz you just had this irate customer who called you the least inventive names known to man. What do you do? Chocolate - gum - gum - chocolate? Forget doing both at the same time - trust me it is a horrible experience, especially since the gum is a fruity flavored sort. What if you decide to NOT decide? That is a decision. You don't get any goodies that way though. Kinda like cutting off your - why would someone cut off their nose? That is just too gross to contemplate. Like cutting off the toes of your socks to spite your heels. Makes as much sense as that other one. I don't believe that big decisions are what damages us. I think it's those little niggling wormy small decisions that grind our spirits down. Now, the big decision whether to even take that huge jar of gumballs to work or not - that was easy. How many to chew at once - hard decision. I mean I had to try to see how many I could chew and still talk so others could understand me. Small decisions like what to do first, laundry or gas up the truck; dishes or play with the puppies, these kinds of decisions are painful. Mistakes can be so easily made. Nightmares can result from a wrong decision. Plus having to make so many small decisions is so wearying. (yes it is a word so PFFT) Small decisions pile up too if you aren't careful. I mean big decisions must be acted upon almost immediately. Not so with those small ones, you can put off deciding until the next comet shower. If you wait though all those little decisions seem to get together and gang up on a person's mind. I have decided that I will become the most indecisive of decision making people on the planet. Saves water, energy and perhaps will assist in the rescue of baby seals. HA! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am going out in a while to hunt. No weapon will I take. Instead I will arm myself with mental pictures of the prey that I intend to capture. Luscious, delicious, juicy quarries that will satisfy my hungers. A Fruit Safari is happening today in Killeen Texas. I have hopes that Texas gets the correct idea of what fruit is about. They were hopeless in Phoenix. When I bite into a strawberry that is supposedly in season, I don’t want that sour pucker that a lemon gives. If it happens to be a peach I chomp into, then I don’t expect to break off a tooth due to the obvious under-ripeness of the thing! So far here, I have only purchased one seedless watermelon. It lived up to my expectations completely. You do understand that by “seedless” they just mean, “We got as many of those darn things we could, the rest you deal with!” My hopes are higher than in Phoenix. I gave up buying fruit in Phoenix that was fresh and turned sadly instead to the freezer department. I will have to pack cold lunches for next week at work hence the Fruit Safari. We had four microwave units. After just a week in class I found one of the four wouldn’t open. I’m sure he wanted to, but after folks repeatedly abused that push-in button he just gave up his spring. The directions to opening a microwave read something like this: “Place one finger on button and press in firmly but gently until door opens.” Ever see a multitude of hungry people rampage on a defenseless microwave? Just think Normandy and you will be close. There is banging and slamming, shoving and I even watched on person pick up a microwave and slam it back down on the table. All the workers then had three microwaves for their use. Things started to get ugly. Lines got longer. People got furious if you dared put your food in for longer than a minute and a half. There was muttering and tempers were short. We only get one half hour to eat and do whatever else we need to so a working microwave is mandatory. At the end of last week another victim, Microwave Two gave up the ghost. He knew having a spring broken in his opener wouldn’t stop someone from prying his door open so he just quit. You could enter any number you wanted, push that start button and the interior blackness was complete. If I thought it was ugly with one microwave broken, imagine what happened to our lunch time! Riots if anyone dared to attempt to use one of the last two microwaves for Raman soup! “USE THE HOT WATER ON THE COFFEE MAKER! GET AWAY FROM THIS MICROWAVE NOW!” The people who had brought frozen meals that took six minutes – I hope their families don’t miss them too much. On Friday I ate my casserole cold. I was scared to go near the surviving two. Plus by the time I got to heat my food I would have run out of lunch time. Next week will thus be cold lunches. I’m open for suggestions. *sigh* Maybe the people in charge will have fixed the situation and brought in two new microwaves – wait..wait…number three was making horrible screeching noises Friday…make that three new microwaves. We’ll see but in the meantime it’s cold food only for me. |
| I sit waiting on Ike-a-Bob to blow in and do something, anything today. I too have tracked the 'storm' on the Weather Channel. As I sit in the office typing this, I can look outside and see some rain effects. The street is wet. The winds are gusting but not horrific. The clouds keep blowing past too quickly for anything to happen I think. Basically today is for being still. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** During my lifetime I have experienced Mother Nature's capricious ways. I have seen blizzards hit burying a city in over sixteen inches of drifting snow. I have driven through winds that gusted up to 90 miles an hour and survived the effects of a tornado, but just the edge of that funnel cloud. I was sitting in front of a plate glass window during my experience of an earthquake. If this is what a hurricane is like then it is very simple. Perhaps what they show on the tracking radar and what is actually occurring are just so far from what I expected, but I am sitting here contemplating a nap. My two puppies are quiet and if it was "bad" outside, they would be twitching. In Phoenix, during the Monsoons, when the air was filled with sand, the puppies would not lay down at all. They paced and growled low in their throats. Today they sleep. I am not worried. If we lose power, I know how to deal with that as well. The one thing I don't like is those stoopid telephone wires strung across the back yard. I have had to deal with one live wire flopping about on the ground, throwing fireworks every where one time, and I would prefer not to have to wait for those repair dudes to arrive to fix it. The first time this happened our neighborhood waited for over four hours for someone to come. The "live" wire flopped across a major road and everyone worried that some idiot driver would come by and figure they could just drive over it. Mother Nature has balance. It is a grey day and windy. Perfect weather to curl up and read or take a nap. That granny made afghan comes in handy on days like this. Snuggly warm, reassuring in the weight and a memory evoker as well. Yes today Quietude reigns and I bow to her and obey her whims. My hope is that no one else in Texas has it bad with Ike-a-Bob today. Ike is going to move past quickly, blowing himself out like a weak birthday candle. Bye-bye Ike. Take care of yourself if you too are in the wake of this "storm". Take care of yourself no matter what type of storm you go through, whether it is Mother Nature providing it or Life herself. Me? I'm going to take a nap. |
| Everyone hears this word and images of darkness and screepiness pops into their 'maginations. eeeewwww....ohhhhhh......arrrrggghhh....YIKES. Well, I have managed to once again re-define a word to fit what I want it to mean. Next time you hear this one it won't have quite the same effect on you. I bet it doesn't! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** MALE VO LENT MALE (noun) A man or a boy. VO - having to do with a vector register. LENT - The word Lent comes from Anglo Saxon times which means spring.   MALEVOLENT thus means men or boys who spring away from a register! See? Bet you never let that word give you the uglie booglies again! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** What do I mean when I write "Reality - Shadowed"? Let me attempt to explain. "Yes Tor? You have a question?" "What is Reality?" Good question Tor and I'm SO-O-O glad you asked me that. Now as I was saying...*sigh*...yes Bugzy? "Can I have that apple?" Actually Bugz it's a PC not an Apple. Now if I may contine, as I was attempting to explain by the heading to my - WHAT ERIC? "Um, Tor and Dan are passing notes!" smacks forehead Maybe it's the only way to conduct this class. Why didn't I think of that? So I take it, from the under enthused response I am getting, that no one wants to know what I mean by...yes Debi? "I want to know. What did you mean when you wrote 'Reality - Spattered' on the chalk board?" Um, Debi, put in your contacts dear. The blackboard says 'Reality S-H-A-D-O-W-E-D' not spattered. Okay what CC? "Spattered - heehee - Debi said spattered!" Can I please have your ATTENTION FOR ONE FRICKIN MINUTE HERE? Didn't think so...*sigh* Class I want you to write a 500 word essay on what you think I meant by Reality - Shadowed. No, you may not complain. The essay will be due on Monday. That's right I just hosed your weekend. *sigh* Yes Nada? "HA! Not going to be here on Monday and I have a NOTE HA!" Then I suggest you e-mail it to me Nada! Dan please quit picking on CC. Tor put away that Wal-Mart catalog now. Monday - that's final. Anyea stomps out of room Talk about REALITY SHADOWED! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am the kind of person who can agree with someone, disagree with someone or just walk away from a potential argument. Today, after reading Tor's entry about how this site has managed to once again negate the community's ability to shine, then reading Ken's entry about the Mediocre American, I went and looked at the "stats" this site has. Tor is right. There is not longer a sort method for "Most Read". So, if you open a Blog from #1 to #25 under "Most Ratings" you are going to see some interesting Blogs listed. On the first page will be - well go look if you want. Image is everything to some people. Not talent, not hard work, not even intelligence - image. Sometimes I really think that "Reality Television" has oozed it's way into real life. "I am the MOST popular!" "Everybody pick MY team!" If we model our behaviors, our mentality and our aims to just reach that of television, we may as well just bend over and kiss it good-bye. If what we strive for is to just be popular with the In-crowd, not to be accepted and praised for abilities SHOWN, then throw out the pens, burn the paper, there is no True Art. Our society is heading toward that of Fahrenheit 451. Citizens sitting in front of a screen, popping pills, craving recognition but not earning it. Books - burned. Originality - gone. Please please don't throw our Imaginations, our Unique Talents into that cesspool! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Once upon a time in a Language far far away, live the Funk Family. There was Papa Funk with his obnoxious smell. Mama Funk with her blue hair and general state of head-less chicken panic. Baby Funk was the cool one in the family. She loved to groove to the tunes of jazz and ragtime. "Mama we need to go shopping." Papa Funk said one hot sunny day. "Do we ever Papa! Your smells have driven the neighbors away and now what will we do? We are all alone in a neighborhood of ghost houses. I'm so afraid at night." Mama Funk wrung her hands in agitation. "Chill out peop's. Sheesh! Listen to this tune!" Baby Funk's body moved to the latest song playing on her iPod. I'm living side by side with that Mama Funk with a dash of Baby thrown in for fun. Papa Funk - well who wants to smell like that? No one that's who. Funk, funky, funkier, funkiest - fun is buried in each form of the word. I'm thinking that's the mood of the day then. FUN Go find some funk for yourselves and enjoy it! Okay well wait - leave Papa Funk alone hear? HA! |
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