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Are you reveling in the afterglow of the holidays or fighting depression? The down side to making a big to-do about Christmas / Channukkah / Kwanzaa / or whatever ... is that the party comes to an end. Then, of course, there's the inevitable clean-up. How long will it take you to pay off your holiday bills? (This is one of the great things about being broke! Can't go into debt!)
For me, this is a mellow, relaxing time of year. It's a new year with new hopes, dreams, and achievements-in-waiting. Are you looking forward in dread or in hope?
As corny as it sounds, when every day is a new beginning, a fresh batch of mercy & grace, and a new vision, it's hard to get bogged down ... although not entirely impossible as anyone who reads here often knows! I do get discouraged. I do get overwhelmed sometimes by everyday cirumstances. I do miss the "olden days" on occasion. And for sure, there are days I wish my kids were little again. BUT ... BUT, when everyday is a new promise of hope, a new love song, and a new opportunity, I find my eyes lifting again to the One who fills my life with all that is good. Yup, corny is OK by me cause I'm basking in a wonderful afterglow! How 'bout you?
"Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us." Rom 5:5
~ B
Howdy howdy all!!!
Well today I worked the day killer (11-7) and afterwards I went a-drinking with some friends at a great mexican bar near where I work, I have not laughed so freaking hard in my life in a LONG ass time. I sorely needed it too--laughing REALLY is the best medicine.
I wanna say THANX a million to everyone who gave their insights and suggestions on research and diagnosis on the subject of alzhiemers...I have done a ton of research and spoke to mom briefly about holding off on the panic button until a full battery of tests gives us the whats and whys...Ya'lll are pretty cool...'preciate ya!
Okay. Lets get down to business folks...I have to seriously tweak my 5 year plan in order to get back on track with the stuff I wanna do and so I have to really plan things to the letter for tha to happen...welcome to high gear folks...frankly I am pretty syked even though my concetration has to be whipped into a more streamlined kinda vibe..no worries...that's how I roll...
AHHHHHHHH
Mariah Carey at the Toyota Center 9/14/2006
And yes...yours truly will truly be in the HOUSE! I don't care how crazy she is I still love her screaming ass to pieces!!! Work it Mariah! I am not mad at you girl!!!
Anyway..how about some poetry...here goes....(thank you, thank you, thank you doll)
My Love At the Shutting of this Door At Night
My love, at the shutting of this door of night
I ask of you, love, a journey through a dark pound:
shut out your dreams: enter with your sky my eyes:
stretch out in my blood as if in a wide river.
Goodbye, goodbye, cruel clarity that was dropped
into the bag of every day of the past:
goodbye to every gleam of clocks or oranges:
welcome oh shadow, periodic friend!
In this boat, or water, or death, or new life,
one more time we unite, slumbering, resurrected:
we are the marriage of the night in the blood.
I don’t know who lives or dies, sleeps or wakes,
but it is your heart that delivers,
to my chest, the gifts of the dawn.--Pablo Neruda
Goddess Bless
Grandma and Computer
The computer's swallowed grandma
Yes' honestly' its true.
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.
Its devoured her completely
The thought just makes me squirm.
Maybe she's caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.
I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind.
I've even used the Internet
But nothing did I find.
In desperation I asked Jeeves
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative
Not a thing was found 'online'.
So, if inside your 'In Box'
My Grandma you should see.
Please 'Scan', 'Copy' and 'Paste' her
In an e-mail back to me.
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Compliments to the Chef
I have a reputation for not being a fantastic cook. One evening I worked particularly hard on a new recipe, and once again it didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped.
My son, always sweet and conscious of my feelings, chose his words carefully after the meal. "Mom," he said, "that dinner was so good I thought someone else made it."
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Jake, the Rancher
Jake, the rancher, went one day to fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled, gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in and gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen and the snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart,
From the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us would do, if we'd have been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for the last time, he softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days later, frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life, and done his share of roamin'.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked-it looked just like Wyomin'.
Of all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter.
[Now, this line, it ain't needed but it helps with rhyme and meter.]
So they set and talked a spell or two, or maybe it was three,
Nobody was keepin' score---in Heaven time is free.
"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete, "that God will answer prayer,
But one time I asked for help, and, well He just plain wasn't there.
Does God answer prayers of some, and ignores the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square-I know all men are brothers.
Or does he randomly reply, without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day, the weather or the season.
Now I just ain't trying to act smart, it's just the way I feel,
And I was wonderin', could you tell me-what the heck's the deal?"
Peter listened very patiently and when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition, and he said, "So, you're the one!
That day your truck wouldn't start, and you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,with hundreds of us a trying.
A thousand angels rushed to check the status of your file,
But you know,Jake - - - we hadn't heard from you in quite a while.
And though all prayers are answered, and God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice, and started a truck in South Dakota.
I keep having problems with my Outlook Express. It just won't let me in. I've tried everything I can think of, from uninstalling my Zone Alarm Pro (for which I paid a handsome $100au for.) I tried to give it away afterwards, and no one wants it.
I uninstalled and then REINSTALLED my Norton Internet Security. Nothing helped. I have one last thing to try, and it will be interesting to see if that work. If this "one last thing" works, then I will post in here what I did, on the off chance that some other poor bugger might be able to gain from my torment.
But wait... there's more (as Tim Moore would say) but it will have to wait. It's now Sunday morning, 23rd Oct 05 down here in the land of Oz and as if you couldn't tell, I am just waffling on here, trying to make out I know what I am doing. Obviously I don't have a ruddy clue. A bit like throwing a stone into the water and seeing the ripples.
I'd like to tell you about the Maxtor external hard drive I bought recently, and how it crashed within a day or two, and how it was replaced, and this replacement one, it too crashed after a couple of days, and how I was told that just maybe they both crashed BECAUSE I left the darned thing turned on 24/7 when maybe I shouldn't have. How the hell was I supposed to know that you only turn the darned thing on when you wanted to use it, i.e. "back up files". I thought I could leave it plugged in and turned on just like my computer is plugged in and turned on 24/7. The bloody thing DID NOT COME WITH AN INSTRUCTON BOOK. See, I feel better already, so maybe this blogging thingie really works after all and I am getting some things off my chest.
Ciao. Vonda.
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