Autobiography
Currently working on my Autobiography – I am 48 pages in and only been working on it 2 day! Real life is easier than an actual story…..WOW…do the memories flood back in.
Fall is knocking on the door
Fall – so many things it means to me. Fall is the end of Summer which is my least favorite Season. Summer brings memories that I don’t care for, Fall meant change, the smell of the leaves and the air, coolness that makes you pay attention just a little more.
Fall is colors, smells and warm blankets to snuggle in.
Fall is Pumpkins and Corn Mazes (look them up, they are fun).
Fall is the sound of leaves blowing around and kids jumping in the middle of them.
I LOVE FALL!!
Times are rough and it scares me.
I have to wonder if the US is coming to the reality that we have literally exhausted every possible liberty and freedom resource we have.
What I mean – that as I watch TV and see the news and people standing up and holding banners that Obama is equal to Hitler, and people screaming about health care and jobs and housing, I would like those same people to stop, shut up and look at how they have treated others that may not agree with them initially or at all. Those who are now afraid of losing their rights, their freedom, don’t give a 2nd fucking look as to how they treated someone of color, sexual orientation or different nationality. NOW let me say – it’s scary isn’t it!! To think your rights, your freedom, the things you fight so hard to keep in this life are possibly going to be taken by someone who doesn’t know you, never knew you or your situation.
Well funny how the tide turns – I’m sorry but maybe if those same people will SHUT UP, PAY ATTENTION, OPEN THEIR MINDS, STOP THEIR GREED – just maybe things could start to get better. My fear is it is too late, we live in a society that has had SO much, yet appreciates SO little. Charity isn’t just giving, it’s acting, it’s helping others, it’s sharing what you have, it’s giving a flying fuck about everything and everyone around you and not just short term – it’s long term – as we are feeling the effects of our abuse.
We’ve taken the forbidden fruit and it’s too late to give it back.
You should be worried too – you really should!
Harvest Moon – “The Apology” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Think me not unkind and rude,
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery,
But ’tis figured in the flowers,
Was never secret history,
But birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
Goodbye Michael Jackson
It’s been years since I was crazy about Michael Jackson – but when I was younger he was the “it” thing. When my Dad passed away, MJ was all I knew, I threw myself into music, it was my escape, my reality (or so I thought). MJ brought something different into light, dance, style, singing talent, and honestly someone that wasn’t singing something that sounded like drums on acid.
MJ was before his time and unfortunately people around him knew it too – I feel that he fell into the frying pan and everyone was turning up the heat. Some things we just can’t explain but how many of us can explain everything and find reason for everything they have done? Those that can probably have a skewed view of themselves.
MJ was talented no denying – I pray his soul has found peace and people that have judged or for all of us that will never know the truth about him I pray we can respect his life (the man) and not (the deeds).
So Goodbye MJ – thank you for what you gave me – a little happiness in music and in life.
My thoughts
I haven’t posted in a while, I guess life has been busy. I had some strange news on my Birthday this year (what great timing). I found out that the Mother I have never really known has Cancer. I feel tossed on actually how to feel, do I care, how could I not?
How do you care for a Mother you don’t really know, of course I could ask that of my Dad, how could I care for a man that gave up. My Dad supposedly had Cancer too, the only way I really know, is that years ago after he passed I received a medical bill from the Hospital collection department wanting payment. I hate it is he felt so alone in this world that there was no other way out – even though I have had those thoughts myself.
Though these days I don’t look for sympathy – I did when I was younger – I feel that life just has a plan for us – it may not be the plan we would like – but none the less it’s what we have been given. We can choose to let it decide our path in life or we can rise above and find the strength to do whatever it takes not to repeat the past or let it take control.
I’ve delt with things for years and have changed much over this time. I find pleasure in things that I know won’t let you down and find myself trying to hang onto things that can’t be held onto. I look around and I see so much selfishness in the world, people wanting more, treating others without respect and acting like they are above everyone else. I don’t understand why people just feel they are invincible to the things – what doesn’t catch up to you now – will catch up to you later. Nothing is ignored and nothing forgotten – I’ve had my moments in life when I was younger, I did my share of things I regret – though as an Adult, I try to be the best person I can be – no one is perfect – but we can all be better – try harder – give more – care more – respect more – love more.
Life is short – too short – make the most of it – words are cheap and actions deep.
Fickle You, Fickle Me
America is fickle – we only see the bad things, when times get bad. We only see the good things, when time are good. When do we wake up and see what is actually going on?
I mentioned in prior blogs about things getting really bad in the US before it starts to change and I find it laughable that idiot politicians (elected by us I may add) still don’t see everything for what it is.
Greed, Power, Overlooking the hungry, Ignoring the cheating happening in our Schools…..and people actually ask (What went wrong) WOW – it’s so tired…..America has and is getting it’s wake up call.
We aren’t always right, we aren’t always the best…..Sometimes we are wrong, sometimes we are the less than are best.
I’m just sadden that the men and women who fought for this Country previously and have passed, may have to look down and ask “what was it all for” ”why did we fight so hard”.
I am tired of people saying “I can’t change it” ”I can’t make a difference” “I’m just one man/woman” HAVE YOU TRIED??
Desperate Poor Compete For Scraps of Spoiled Food at Auction – What?!
Read this article – this is NOT a joke but makes me sick, that in this Country this is happening! OUR GOVERNMENT SUCKS!
“Auctions aren’t just for foreclosed homes and creepy trinkets from Michael Jackson’s home anymore. Now you can buy toilet paper and pork ribs from auctioneers around the country, as everything spirals into chaos and lawlessness.
Attendance is up nationwide at grocery auctions, where people bid on food and household items that were either overstocked or past their sell-by date and so no longer suitable for consumption by the employed.
Inside the auction hall in Dallas, a small town north of Wilkes-Barre, Pa., Williams uses a singsong, rapid-fire delivery to sell everything from frozen broccoli (six boxes for $2) to pork ribs ($20 for a 14-pound hunk) to candy bars (10 Baby Ruths for $2). Especially popular are the frozen foods – pies and chicken breasts.
For now, these auctioneers are accepting money from the winning bidders in exchange for expired cartons of ketchup packets and such. But it won’t be long before they’re only taking barter in the form of Mason jars full of gasoline, children, and death-matches.”
“Are you kidding me”!! Afraid not!
Mean Dogs or Bad Owners
I personally feel it’s the 2nd of the two. Recently out middle baby Bailey was in the back yard around 8pm. Shannon took the boys out, the other two bogs made it inside the house and our Bailey was starting to walk toward Shannon to go inside, when a pit-bull jumper the fence, which is about 4 feet high and jumper on Bailey, rolling them both, luckily the pit did not get a bite on Bailey and Bailey got away running yelping. I at this point started running toward the outside when Bailey came running inside yelping still. I noticed that Shannon was face to face with this pit, and in a flash his owner jumped the fence and on top of his dog, yanking it and throwing it back into his yard. The pit was 1 second from jumping Shannon…..my fear turned very quickly into anger, as we have had trouble with the neighbor behind us for a while and we plus other neighbors had reported them for not taking care of this dog and knowing that it is quite vicious. Anyway, I started yelling at this guy, after grabbing a garden hoe, and ready to swing. The guy got out of the yard and hid like a little bitch. We called animal control and the police. The bitch still hid from them even though they knew he was inside.
Well the idiot had the balls to come over to my home and apologize and of course, I didn’t keep my mouth closed, I pretty much told him that I want his dog impounding or for him to be euthanized. (Not the dog). The guy started to back up and I opened my door up more and told him that if he walked away or ran, that I would tackle him to the ground and beat his ass. The guy kept apologizing and I told him that he could tell it to a judge, that he should have had control of his dog, and what if this had been a child. He then started to tell me how his dog knew the difference and I told him to shut the “F” up because the damn dog was going to jump on Shannon and tried.
Well the guy knew he was screwed and shut up real fast. I told him that he needed to leave really quick that I couldn’t be responsible for hurting him (and trust me, I honestly wanted too, I thank God for giving me the strength to not do anything).
Well long story made shorter here…..the guy is going to Court in April and received 3 tickets from the City….of course that is just the City…..I’m not through with him yet.
AND HERE IS A TIP! IF YOU CAN’T LOVE YOUR DOGS OR CARE FOR THEM THE WAY THEY SHOULD BE, DON’T GET A “F’N” DOG! SCREW YOURSELF UP, NOT OTHER CREATURES!
By the Way - Our little Bailey is OK – scared, little bruised, a lot dirty, but OK.
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