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We are all mostly just one person.  Now some people are a little bit more, and some are a little bit less.  It is odd to be chuggin along your life and encounter a situation that causes you to step beyond who you normally are to be someone else temporarily.  I imagine that if you encounter enough of these situation... you might end up adding that part into who you are.  

 

Actions are often prompted by situations.. how you react is a defining moment in who you are..

Not always is this the case, if you act first you can avoid certain situations all together, again prompting a display of who you are.

 

You must act.  Thus, you must solidify who you are.  All I think I have to say from here is Act wisely.

Found this at EONS


A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, they're not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all, mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment, for someday that person will not be there.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

What Love means to a 4-8 year old ? (Now, I work mostly with 2 yr olds and may do this experiment too, one day.)  Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.

 

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were more poignant than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

• 'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love. Rebecca- age 8
  
• 'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth. Billy - age 4 
  
•  'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other. Karl - age 5
  
• 'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs. Chrissy - age 6
  
• 'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. Terri - age 4 
  
•  'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK. Danny - age 7
  
• 'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss' Emily - age 8
  
• 'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. Bobby - age 7 (Cool huh!)
  
• 'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
  
• 'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday. Noelle - age 7
  
• 'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well. Tommy - age 6
  
• 'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore. Cindy - age 8 
  
•  'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. Clare - age 6
  
• 'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken. Elaine-age 5
  
• 'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. Chris - age 7
  
• 'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. Mary Ann - age 4
  
• 'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones. Lauren - age 4 
  
•  'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you. Karen - age 7
  
• 'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross. Mark - age 6
  
• 'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget. Jessica - age 8
  
• And the final one - The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'

~ B

Ever feel like making a blog entry, but have no ideas to write about?  I find I feel that way quite often.  I enjoy sitting down and putting my thoughts into words, I just never feel like I have any thoughts worth writing about.  Do I just not think about things deeply enough?  Do I  not realize when I'm thinking about something I want to write about?

 

This brings me to another point, something I've believed for a few years now.  First of all, don't get me wrong, I like my career field, I liked going to an engineering school.  But, I think technical schools and programs limit creativity.  I used to love creative writing.  At times, I have looked back at papers I wrote in high school, and I actually have a difficult time believing that the words on the page came from me.  I went to college for civil engineering - a world of variables and equations, where everything is looked at in terms of which formula to use to reach the desired outcome.

 

I have tried to write, just for the fun of it, a few times since college, and it seems my vocabulary and my ability to convey my thoughts eloquently has practically disappeared.  Maybe it's like anything else, a foreign language for example.  If you don't use it, you lose it.  But I also feel that the problem solving techniques used in such math-based fields can really have a stifling affect on creativity, and that saddens me.  I'd love to be able to write the way I used to.  I just don't have any ideas.

And continuing on from entry 32 - here is the scene from Stand By Me that inspired the section below from chapter 42 of Fire Of Glory.

 

I only realised today that I'm the one playing the FoG role of Lard Ass.

Tee hee... Oh well. :)

 

 

"Okay, you all know the rules. This is a NU-NH contest, no hands or forks allowed - 'kay?"

He took out a whistle. "Oh my mark..."

"Three... Two... One..." He blew it hard, and everyone set off.

SPLAT! LuigiGirl buried her face into the pie below her.

Everyone else did likewise, forgetting all possible table-manners, munching like pigs that’d just finished dieting.

Dixie was the first to finish hers first. "Done!" She called, and a Koopa threw another pie down onto the table in front of her.

"Done!" Andrew called, only seconds after Dixie.

"Done!" LuigiGirl called afterwards, as another pie was set in front of her.

A few moments later, everyone was onto their third pies, their faces covered with thick berry-filling.

"Good, huh?" Dixie asked, in-between mouthfuls.

"Nothin' better!" LuigiGirl exclaimed.

"Done!" Dixie announced, onto her fourth.

Andrew glared at her, plunging his face right into the centre of his pie, almost swallowing the whole contents of the dish in one go. "Done!"

"Done!" LuigiGirl called afterwards.

The contest ran steady for the next several minutes, Dixie leading with nine pies, Andrew on seven, LuigiGirl on six, Mack, Donovan, Edward and Zed on five.

"Take it easy Dixie!" Koopinator warned.

"Done!" LuigiGirl called. "He's right, take it easy, eh?" She said, before yet another pie was set in front of her.

Dixie ignored them both. "Done!" She yelled, before shoving her face into her tenth pie.

A few moments later, she began choking, coughing and spluttering loudly.

She grabbed her glass, and chugged the whole pint of 'water' down in one go.

LuigiGirl raised her head, glancing awkwardly at her partner. "Done!" She called. "Geez, we told ya to-"

Dixie stopped, bringing her head up.

"Oh..." She groaned, clutching her stomach. "Suddenly I... I don't feel so good..."

"Are you okay?" LuigiGirl asked, beginning to slightly panic.

Dixie slowly stood up from her chair, her stomach growling rabidly, like a wild dog.

Andrew pulled his head free from his ninth pie.

"Hey-hey, what's up? Has poor little Dixie got a tummy ache? Pah, you'll never make it as far as me!" He mocked.

"Keep eatin' those pies, Bandwidth! It was great to have you quiet for more than three seconds!" LuigiGirl growled.

"Pah." Andrew said again, sneering at Dixie. "She's a wuss, never will beat the almighty Bandwidth at eating contests!"

"Andrew..." Dixie coughed. "You better shut up... Or I'll-"

Dixie gasped, her eyes rolling backwards in fear.

She opened her mouth to finish her sentence - but a cascading waterfall of purple vomit erupted from her throat, tumbling from her mouth, and drenching Andrew in a purple sticky mess.

Dixie didn't stop, she continued breathing fire for around two minutes - by this time, Andrew had almost drowned in the purple sea, and the floor had somehow flooded too.

Dixie coughed hard, before closing her eyes, and tumbling backwards, landing with a hard thump on the floor.