Am I the only one that thinks pumping contaminated water back into the ocean is a insane thing to do? The only one who thinks that rebuilding New Orleans at todays prices is a wicked shameful thing to do, so another storm can come in another season and flood it again.
I saw some news footage this morning, a older woman is standing talking to the news caster very proudly saying she isn't leaving, this is her home, while one can see in the background her house. Or rather what once was her house,
Yesterday I got a call from someone I used to work with at the post office. Out of everyone I worked with, she always keeps in touch, takes me out to lunch periodically.... So she tells me she's going to the Stars on Ice show in Albany at the Pepsi Arena. I'm impressed, I think that is a cool thing to do, Seeing professional skaters live. So she says and the reason I'm calling is a friend who was going is sick and I have this ticket, would you like to go? We'll be leaving in less then two hours.
There are times as I've said before, where music plays an important role in my daily life. Sometimes when I'm working something out, I replay the scene over and over in my head and I wonder what music would do well playing over my thoughts, today I think the GooGoo Dolls would be the music of choice. Especially the song from the movie "City of Angels".... "I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand." "When everything feels like a movie, you bleed just to know
BLUE OCTOBER LYRICS
Hate Me
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you ne
Let Stevie speak for this survivor.....
Well I've run through rainbows and castles of candy
I cried a river of tears from the pain
I try to dance with what life has to hand me
My partner's bring pleasure...my partner's bring pain
There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle
And dark desperate hours that nobody sees
My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain
My head in my hands...down on my knees
Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breez
ZEN SARCASM
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the heck alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. Always remember t
There are just some things that weren't meant to be. I get on a roll that is fed by success of accomplishing one thing, I get all heady and cocky and think I can now rule the world. I decided to cook tonight. My choice was Shrimp Fetticini.But it would be helpful if I had the ALL the right ingredients. I didn't, but I cheated--- thank god for Bistro on the Go! Throw that baby in the microwave and within 10 minutes the kitchen smells as if I've been slaving there all day. OK, one obstacle overc
Yikes! I was the fourth one from dropping onto page two. So I am furiously trying to think of something to blog about. Good thing there isn't a counter on how many times I've almost disappeared onto page two.......
OK, my impressions I've had lately. It is wierd and hard to express but lately the apartment gives me the feeling of being on vacation. You know when the restrictive schedule is gone, one can do what they want, a feeling of difference. I especially notice this impression around 5
Well before I plopped in here to blog, I was reading the blogs and I read cinders and Amy's. Amy is ticked at the guy who took her virginity. So I got to thinking and going back down memory lane to when I was 12 and thougfht of the guy I gave mine to. I haven't seen him in over twenty years and last I heard, his wife was divorcing him and taking him for everything. That made me glad. I did a mental hats off to her.
Then talking of chat as the only social life...... my world once consisted of
Well I have started in on my new book about my newest interest, David Henry Thoreau. I have had an interest in the romantic period and I am just now getting around to reading some of their work.
My plan was to read Thoreau first and then buy this book I saw by Ralph Waldo Emmerson. But after learning how the big larger then life Emmerson who was all about free thinking and abolishing social restrictions and conditioning and wanted to start a Utopian community based upon each i
There's nothing like a good old fashioned snowstorm to make everyone slow down and give you a guilt free opportunity to reflect on things.
My 7 year old is having a mini meltdown because she wants to do something today and we may not be able to do it, so with the freedon of being 7 and thinking she is entitled to her own way, she is mad at the injustice of life. Of course when I tell her that her meltdown and tantrum are unacceptable and to knock it off or she will be in her room for the day,
Interesting choice of topics lately, no? I had an experience this morning that I just thought was good solid blog material. Directly out my door, there is a cement sidewalk that wanders eventually to the parking area. The width of the sidewalk is about 2 feet, give or take. Next to the sidewalk is a garden that is full of foundation plantings. The foundationof the house is dry laid rocks, it is an old victorian. So it makes sense that the foundation houses snakes. Snakes in genral don't bother
Well I finally feel like I can write about this and not cry my eyes out or feel so raw about it. It would seem the spouse has slept with the bimbo from next door. I wasn't even out of the house 24 hours before it happened. Yeah, I know he's a *beep* and a few other choice words the filters will not let me use. What adds the insult to injury, is that I detest that woman, have from day one. I suspected something was brewing the last few weeks before I moved out. Of course my 13 year old son was sp
What is harder to do, Embrace the new post stroke self or cling tenaciously to something that is definitely water under a long torn down bridge? What works for one maybe ticks off another, but lets face it, the past is the past and let go of it and move forward. Why sit and spin ones tires in the muck and mud of life? Why have endless tantrums cause life didn't go your way? Awww poor baby..... it helps if you stop stomping your feet, but if you have a new nurse maid soothing that fragile sick
My day started out with breakfast in bed from my 7 year old daughter Alex. Cinnamon raisen toast with milk in a wine glass( a fancy glass!) and flowers and a homemade place mat, that I cried when I read the poem on it. The homemade cards she made me almost made me cry too, with the words,"I wish you weren't moving out" Then she and Petey the Pom ate most of my breakfast. Petey made up for that by sharing his half chewed slimy chewie by dropping it on my face. Ah, these unforgettable, wouldn't
I just read Marty's blog about his fall. I'm sitting here, talking out loud to myself, nodding my head in agreement. Because I know without a shadow of a doubt that no movement a survivor makes or takes is second nature anymore. Every foot placement, places we visit, any muscle movement we make is not second nature anymore. That is something that is wiped out by the stroke. And a fall such as Marty describes is humbling. Now I don't mean to put a negative spin on falls, but when performing a sim
Well I started the search for a place to live, talked to two people today. Could have had one place, but no kids, no Petey the Pom, no kids even overnight for a visit. I thanked her for her time but said I had just started my search and I would keep looking. But I hate the personal invasive questions. It makes me grit my teeth to admit that yes, I am getting a divorce, things didn't work out after 19 years and I left it at that.
I refuse to give into the husband bashing. I'd love to tell
Spring has finally arrived in upstate NY and decided to quit teasing us and stick around. Or maybe it is summer that has arrived too soon. The fans are going, the air conditioner is in the shed at my brothers. I guess Bill and I will be staying in yankee territory for awhile. Which works out really well, am old friend called and invited us up to the Adirondacks for a weekend anytime in the next month. The Adirondack mountains are simply gorgous, no doubt about it. Of course they are
Well today was another knock down drag out at my place. Yes, I was giving the spouse a ration of S*** because the new flame is always watching my daughter. So he of course didn't like being called on the carpet for it. So I told him, ok if she is going to be the one you fall back on all the time, what about this summer? He shrugged his shoulders and admitted he was at a loss over what to do. I supplied a solution.......... You ready for it? I told him with a big smile how I'd be happy to move b
I'm hesitating on writing this....... Admitting it in print. Putting words to the confusion. But somethings should remain private. I will not be writing this entry. Sorry guys. My personal feelings are just that- personal and they will stay that way. Safe, secure and private.
For the past few days, I've been struggling with a dilema. One part of the dilema involved the barn of course, we could get around the zoning issue if we didn't put in a kitchen. I have been resistant to that idea entirely. One because I looked at that as a step down from what I have. Two, I plan on living there for a long time. So Thursday I walked up to the neighbors house that owns the field behind us, I knocked on her door introduced myself and asked if she would sell me a strip of land, she
Today is one of those days, I don't feel like interacting with anybody, not in person, phone or virtual. I just feel like I'm short on words today.
But I just had an impression strike me and I thought this is a good blog, if I can have enough words and patience in me to blog it.
There are 2 people in my life who are highly intellectual. One I knew pre stroke and never understood him or where he was coming from, the other is also a male that came into my life post stroke and pre stroke I neve
Yes, I have been reading zen and eastern thinking material again. I have a question from my readings...... Buddha thinks we have a pure mind, I don't think I buy that.
My first initial response was "what about Hitler, Saddam, Mussolini? They definitely didn't have pure mninds, but it was quickly pointed out to me that all my examples I used are insane....... OK, so that brings me back to the original thought... I disagree with Buddha, I don't think we have pure minds as adults, we have our up
Yesterday, no matter how I look at it was a fantastic day all the way around and I had company. Pre stroke Pam stopped by to visit and share her attitude and way of looking at the world. She also shared her energy. She pitched in and the apartment is so clean and sparkling I can eat off the floors, my life is organized and able to run smoothly for awhile as long as I can keep it up. We were brainstorming ideas for me to be creative again. But we kind of shelved that idea for awhile as I was wip
I don't have a title, or a specific topic in mind, it is all just rambling and propaganda anyway. Does anyone else out there realize just how many people on a daily basis, believe their own propaganda? My soon to be X and his bike, er bimbo, are two of the most self deceived people I've come across. And HELLO! I'm the one with brain damage!Neither of them would recoginize the truth of reality unless it walked up to them and slapped them both silly. Then because they both appear to have the inte
