The attorney I work for is a wonderful man...a truly wonderful human.  He is one of the few men on this earth that I truly respect and admire as much as I did my daddy....and believe me, there are very few that could attain that pinnacle of my respect.

He has a saying that made me think about blogging it...He says when I am very disgruntled, upset or sad about something, that in 5000 years none of it will matter anyway...and, you know, I think he's right.  Now, if I could just get myself to REALLY believe that.

So, I ask you...
let's not go 5000 years...
let's just go 100 years
I'm not going to be here barring medical and scientific breakthroughs and maybe you won't be either...
so...
will this planet be better than it is now in 100 years? and, why or why not?

I am happy for those who have found all that they may have ever wanted....in all honesty, I think it's really wonderful when someone is fulfilled on all levels of their life.

Some things I thought I might have in life and realize now that won't be happening are:

Well I suppose now that a few of you have asked....my 13 y/o self's diary was pretty non entertaining...guess I just talked about the latest crush (i.e., Davey Jones of The Monkees)...but often times I wrote about how I wish my mother would get well and not be so cruel.  My mom had some sort of major psychological disorder which I believe was most probably manic depression which went untreated.  I have been told that she had a major personality disorder..one that even medication would not have helped.  She wasn't a drinker or a druggie...she was just a junkie about being mean and very abusive.  Had she been alive as a mom today, she would be in jail without a doubt. 

That being said..........after years and years of the torment and abuse both verballly and physically, I finally learned to forgive her.  Yes, forgive her.  I doubt I would ever forget what happened, what was said to me, because, for better or worse, it left a lasting imprint on me, my relationship skills, my work ethic, just everything...........

The good thing about the forgiveness factor is that when my mother finally passed on, I felt no guilt, no remorse about "the things left unsaid", and now I miss her...I miss her company...and I also knew her finally as a woman (not just my mother) and see how life dealt cards to her that she didn't either know how to get help for, or was too afraid of the stigma for getting that help.

I learned to accept her as a human with all her frailities and her goodness too.  I choose now to try to focus on only the wonderful times she was my mother and not the harder times with near her.  Sure, sometimes those painful memories come back, and they are partially responsible for my reaction to stress and losses (such as the losses I am experiencing in my personal life now)....but it is a good feeling in my heart to know that I still love her and I wish to hell she was here to talk with about things.

Once when I was a young girl, I had a diary.  My mother read it...and I was punished for it.
After that, I never wrote down my feelings again...not until my good friend, Genuine, introduced me to blogging.  I read today that you are supposed to thank today whoever got you into blogging...so thanks Genuine.  From doing this, I have learned alot about so many people....and how no matter where we live...across the pond, across the Canadian/American border...in Asia...we all go through the same things...struggles, love lost and found, friendships gained and lost, hope, longing, happies and all that the human spirit discovers.

I never thought I would write my thoughts down again....not after being punished so severely back at the tender age of 13....I enjoy reading the blogs that I go to and those that I find through others....

Okay, y'all know my good friend Genuine...well he was perusing his blog reads and found the greatest post from Scully...and all but for the deal about having a son (I have only dogs and a cat)...she must be a mirror sister for me. WOW Scully.
What a post...
What a remarkable post.
You do a diva proud my dear.

The last few weeks have been dark ones...and I have decided to remove all those posts. 

Thanks to all of you who wrote asking how I have been.  I'm doing okay and I am learning how to move forward again.

WHY ENGLISH IS SO HARD TO LEARN

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to
present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) After a number of injections my jaw got number.
19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in an eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor
pine in pineapple. Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which
aren't sweet, are meat. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that
quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is
neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. You park in the driveway but you
drive on the parkway. You ship by truck and send cargo by ship. How can
a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise
guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a
form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. And
finally, how about when you want to shut down your PC computer you have
to hit "START!!


(not authored by me...but I thought I would share this with you)

Hi Everyone
I don't have a greyhound, but I sure wish I did.
Anyway, I totally believe in dog rescue efforts....and thanks to Genuine, I have learned today of a blog where if you go and leave a comment, there are funds being sent to Greyhound Rescue.

Please do it! These beautiful, soulful creatures deserve so much better than they have and deserve loving homes with caring hearts.  Help them get one by commenting at The Dogs Breakfast.

Bless you.

How many of you have read 1984 or seen the movie "Logan's Run"?  Remember in Logan's Run where everyone had that glowing or not glowing disc in their palms?  I thought so...now you know it isn't just literary license anymore.

This morning on the news I saw a segment about how we won't need a credit card or money or checks anymore to pay for things....Pay By Touch


Already in use in certain chains, this is very scary to me....... I appreciate any ability to stop identity theft, but this kind of tracking, etc., etc., worries me.  It's not like I am sitting around Denver thinking of governmental conspiracy theories, but there seems to be a frightening science fiction like eerieness to this.


What about you...will you do this if it's offered?

What happens when it's the ONLY way to pay?

I think I better go get the Book of Revelations and read up.

Well for some reason the company typepad doesn't like blogdrive members or blogspot.com folks either.  Well I nevah....HAHHAHAHA