Well I finally created a Facebook account..I have no idea what I am doing..Isn't emailing enough? I guess not.
So if you take a look and it seems pretty stupid to you , well I guess you have to consider the source. I had a tough enough time trying to load a few pictures in and then suddenly I see all these people on there that I don't even know!! Where the heck did they come from? and are they talking to me?? no, they are carrying on conversations with other Facebookies! I'm sooooooooooo confused!!
Ya see...you open a small door to the Internet and the whole friggin planet wants to come in..GEEEZ!!
I guess it will all come to me after I get instructed how to do it , probably by a bunch of 5 year olds no doubt!
Take care!!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A human life is a story told by God. ~Hans Christian Andersen
JUNE 25th 2009
Like everyone today, I was shocked to hear the news of the death of Michael Jackson. I was shopping for some scrubs for work when Sean called and said he heard it on the car radio ..I thought he was joking..I had just heard about the passing of Farrah Fawcett and this was just a little unreal. Life does turn on a dime and we should live every moment with love, laughter and joy..
When I think of Michael's passing it reminds me a lot of the passing of Diana and Elvis because I think his funeral will be massive, maybe even more dramatic .
I enjoyed his music, he was a great entertainer and had a surreal short life. He leaves 3 young children and a grieving family. Whether you are famous or not, that is sad.
Two entertainment icons died today and it is a date to remember, so I will in print.
May they both rest now, in the loving arms of God.
Michael Jackson, pop music legend, dead at 50 - CNN.com
Actress Farrah Fawcett Dead at 62 - Celebrity Gossip Entertainment News Arts And Entertainment - FOXNews.com
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Go ahead "make your day" with Gran Torino
I watched Clint Eastwood's 'Gran Torino' last night ( Gran Torino ) and I was blown away by his brilliant performance.
Eastwood plays an elderly World War 2 vet named Walt that is haunted by pain, guilt and loneliness. He lives in an area of town that is surrounded by gangs, both Mexican and Korean and he just about hates anyone that isn't American or white. Actually he even dislikes members of his own family , and tends to growl at them. His distaste for people and his expressions were both appalling and made me laugh out loud! Walt is not a likable character. He is downright mean, rude and very prejudice. If you are offended with racial slurs, this movie is extreme, so go into it expecting to be offended, it is his character, and the audience isn't suppose to like him. That's good writing and good acting!
The movie opens up with the funeral of his wife. As Walt stands at the alter of the church he watches his family come into the church and snarls at them and then snarls at the priest. You know then that this grumpy old man has quite a story to tell.
Living next to a Korean family doesn't sit well with Walt and he does a lot of growling their way until an altercation erupts on his front lawn with one of the gangs. Armed with a rifle, he stops the violence with his signature "make my day" bad ass attitude. Walt suddenly becomes the Korean neighborhood hero, a reluctant one at that. It is a mixed blessing because he doesn't even like the people he rescued, they were just on his manicured lawn.
From this point you begin to see a different side of Walt. He starts to open his heart in his own surly, sarcastic and prejudicative way. His demeaning slang can be shocking to hear at times, but it works in this movie so superbly. As the events take place, and the drama of the story unfolds you find that your own dislike for this man start to fade. You begin to understand him, forgive him and actually like him.
In the end Walt looks for redemption and peace and finds it in an unexpected act of self sacrifice.
There are great moments in this movie. There is laughter and shock, deep messages and insight. I really enjoyed the interactions between Walt and the Korean girl next door. She understands Walt and humbly accepts his degrading insults with maturity and humor.
Its rated R for hard core language and moderate violence. I so enjoyed this movie because you come full circle with your emotions. Why is it called Grand Torino? I don't want to get to detailed with the plot for you, just rent it, find out and enjoy, or even growl...."go ahead ,make your day"
Eastwood plays an elderly World War 2 vet named Walt that is haunted by pain, guilt and loneliness. He lives in an area of town that is surrounded by gangs, both Mexican and Korean and he just about hates anyone that isn't American or white. Actually he even dislikes members of his own family , and tends to growl at them. His distaste for people and his expressions were both appalling and made me laugh out loud! Walt is not a likable character. He is downright mean, rude and very prejudice. If you are offended with racial slurs, this movie is extreme, so go into it expecting to be offended, it is his character, and the audience isn't suppose to like him. That's good writing and good acting!
The movie opens up with the funeral of his wife. As Walt stands at the alter of the church he watches his family come into the church and snarls at them and then snarls at the priest. You know then that this grumpy old man has quite a story to tell.
Living next to a Korean family doesn't sit well with Walt and he does a lot of growling their way until an altercation erupts on his front lawn with one of the gangs. Armed with a rifle, he stops the violence with his signature "make my day" bad ass attitude. Walt suddenly becomes the Korean neighborhood hero, a reluctant one at that. It is a mixed blessing because he doesn't even like the people he rescued, they were just on his manicured lawn.
From this point you begin to see a different side of Walt. He starts to open his heart in his own surly, sarcastic and prejudicative way. His demeaning slang can be shocking to hear at times, but it works in this movie so superbly. As the events take place, and the drama of the story unfolds you find that your own dislike for this man start to fade. You begin to understand him, forgive him and actually like him.
In the end Walt looks for redemption and peace and finds it in an unexpected act of self sacrifice.
There are great moments in this movie. There is laughter and shock, deep messages and insight. I really enjoyed the interactions between Walt and the Korean girl next door. She understands Walt and humbly accepts his degrading insults with maturity and humor.
Its rated R for hard core language and moderate violence. I so enjoyed this movie because you come full circle with your emotions. Why is it called Grand Torino? I don't want to get to detailed with the plot for you, just rent it, find out and enjoy, or even growl...."go ahead ,make your day"
Monday, June 1, 2009
MTV Movie Awards
I was channel surfing last night and happened across the degrading, and horrifying MTV Movie Awards. I have always thought that the MTV music awards were bad enough but this award show was the lowest of the low. It was "anything goes" and the presenters, winner's and entertainer's made sure to 'out do' one another with tasteless and obscene humor, F bombs, sexual overtones and gross in your face obscenities(Sacha Baron Cohen, among others) It is no surprise how I feel about award shows (see my older posts) but this one should have been rated and the producer's handed a huge fine.
The movies and actors that were awarded were basically Young Hollywood. I felt embarrassed for them as this young crowd was bombarded by low class toilet humor by their adult peers. I felt a huge disrespect from many actors that I do or did admire . It was almost ridiculous to hear Miley Cyrus thank God in her acceptance speech, I literally cringed! "Oh pleeeease don't even bring God in here, somebody might turn to a pillar of salt!" No disrespect on Miley, her heart was right, but the atmosphere was so anti God that it was completely out of place. As a mother I felt like I wanted to grab everyone of those young impressionable 'kids' and yank them out of there, then ground them for a week and scold the adults!
The online news this morning talks about the "silliness" of the show. Silliness? I would surely use another descriptive word besides silliness. Vulgar, obscene, tasteless, repulsive, but silly? not even close. I wonder how anything good can come out of Hollywood with disgust like this in the face of young talent. They don't have a chance unless they can hold on to some strong ethics and have some kind of moral code. OMG!! I forgot , silly me..Hollywood and moral code in the same breath? What WAS I thinking!! My bad!! click....
The movies and actors that were awarded were basically Young Hollywood. I felt embarrassed for them as this young crowd was bombarded by low class toilet humor by their adult peers. I felt a huge disrespect from many actors that I do or did admire . It was almost ridiculous to hear Miley Cyrus thank God in her acceptance speech, I literally cringed! "Oh pleeeease don't even bring God in here, somebody might turn to a pillar of salt!" No disrespect on Miley, her heart was right, but the atmosphere was so anti God that it was completely out of place. As a mother I felt like I wanted to grab everyone of those young impressionable 'kids' and yank them out of there, then ground them for a week and scold the adults!
The online news this morning talks about the "silliness" of the show. Silliness? I would surely use another descriptive word besides silliness. Vulgar, obscene, tasteless, repulsive, but silly? not even close. I wonder how anything good can come out of Hollywood with disgust like this in the face of young talent. They don't have a chance unless they can hold on to some strong ethics and have some kind of moral code. OMG!! I forgot , silly me..Hollywood and moral code in the same breath? What WAS I thinking!! My bad!! click....
Friday, May 8, 2009
"Meno- Madness"!!
This morning I was getting dressed as usual , and as I was in the bathroom using the hot curling iron I almost fainted as my body turned into a red burning piece of coal! YEP! another hot flash! I'm sure if I would have 'gone down' in a blaze of glory, the paramedics would have found me in a pool of sweat with some kind of distorted curling iron branding decorated into my face!
Now this kind of ridiculous life drama has gone on far to long. Living in denial ,I had thought maybe, just maybe I would be a lucky woman and not go through this torture of 'growing old gracefully'..NOT!..My mother seems so surprised that I go through this because in her words "Gosh, I never went through any of this, I never had a hot flash".........I wonder, is that supposed to make me feel better? Thanks mom! I have 2 sister's and we seem to be going through it at the same time. What a trio we make! Since mom loves to rub it in that she is menopauseless (yea, its not a word, big deal, you gonna argue with me?, NOT TODAY!!) I have come to the conclusion that either my sister's and I skipped a generation OR we are all adopted! I think its the latter.Somewhere out there is this childless elderly woman , skin hanging to her knees, sweating profusely, hair in patches, haggard and worn out from lack of sleep , half crazy and searching for estrogen! THAT IS our real mother!
Years ago, 'they' used to call having your period the 'curse'........I have to rethink this. OK so we start to bleed when we're 8 years old, big deal! We have a few cramps that mimic hard labor, whatever, we're tough! We get out of bed each morning for 7 days to discover our sheets now resemble a crime scene, we can handle it. We want to do bodily harm to anyone that comes near us for a few days, piece of cake...Those were the days of youth and beauty and childbirth!! a curse?? ummm....let me tell you about the CURSE!!
One Sunday I went to church as I did for many years and I opened my Bible to read a scripture and suddenly without any warning the words before me were blurry. I went to bed the night before and could see, this morning I need glasses! How does this happen? How do you get into bed seeing 20/20 and wake up not being able to friggin read! This was only the beginning of the transformation into menopause madness!
As time went by and my eyesight got worse I did see a doctor only to be told "this is normal" for my age..Going blind is normal? I used to pride myself of being able see like an eagle and now I squint and distort my face when reading a simple menu that I'm sure people around me must think I have some sort of neurological disorder. I must think by doing this that my eyes will suddenly return to normal BUT normal is forever gone. In the middle of the night, some strange dark and evil maniac came into my bedroom and stole my hormones! yep, the curse!!
Ever since then, life has been one endless battle after another to get them back! This is a battle that I believe I will not win but at least I can go down kicking and screaming. In one year I have gained 25 pounds, have more gray hair then brown, grew skin wings under my arms, and lost sight of my feet.. I haven't eaten a single thing either, I have gained it just looking at food! I live on a few pieces of fruit and yogurt and yet somehow this massive amount of food tipped my scale! After eating I suddenly look down and I cannot see my friggin feet! Where are my feet? My stomach will bloat from eating a cracker .I seriously look at least 7 months pregnant! tying my shoes, or bending over is a frustrating ordeal, as I'm sure my water will break any second! I can't imagine what would happen if I sat and ate a large meal like a bowl of soup! My whole body swells with just the smell of salt. I can't even go near the beach ,I might blow up! One day I fit in my jeans the next I don't, must have been that extra piece of celery I ate the day before! I dye the gray out of my hair at night and the next morning its back! How the hell does this happen? yep, its the Curse!!
Hot flashes! how can one describe a boiling of red hot lava steaming up inside your body that has only one mission...to kill yoooooou!! I'm convinced the evil doer that stole my hormones actually is on a mission to kill and destroy what is left of my once lovely body. What brought me to write about this is the last time I was standing in the bathroom trying to get dressed. I was holding the curling iron in one hand, comb in another and suddenly I could feel it! That rising of blood pressure, the sudden flush of hot death, my skin starting to burn from the inside out, the sensation of pins and needles on your flesh, the lightheadedness, and then there it is! The Hot Flash!! You stand there unable to move for a moment thinking surely this is the end of life! sweat running from pores you didn't even know you had, makeup melting like candle wax down your haggard face, my legs buckle beneath me as I actually feel faint, I quickly throw water on myself to put out the fire . I hunch over the sink, looking in the mirror as my body is literally red all over..I breathe slowly not to hyperventilate and pray that it ends or I die, whatever comes first! After a few minutes, it is gone...Then you are left with the damage repair. My hair matted with water and hairspray, Alice Cooper eyes, and sweat drenched clothes . What used to take a few minutes to dress and get ready for the day now takes hours due to the constant changing of clothes, make overs and clean up. The other day my husband and I were having a nice afternoon driving around in his car. Everything was fine and peaceful UNTIL the hot flash! Like a frantic lunatic I suddenly went from sweet wife to a psycho whack job, moving every vent on myself and thrusting the blowers to 'hurricane speed'! never giving it a thought that my kind husband was having his own heat stroke because there was no air going his way, he nervously asks me as he is gasping for a breath "honey, can I have some air now?...I look at him with red burning eyes of madness "NO"!! I'm sure he felt extreme fear as I know I turned into something resembling the Ghost Rider, yep..... a burning talking skeleton!! very attractive! ummmmmmmmmmm the curse.
I have had some suggest to just start exercising the weight away, walk, swim or jog! "it will make you feel better" they say.. Are you freaking kidding me? I live in Florida and a cool day here is about 80 degree's..I have tried it all from walking to swimming to even getting on a treadmill IN my air conditioned house WITH the fan blowing on me at high speed..Doing any of these things when the hot flash rears its ugly head is comparing it to getting into a sauna in the middle of the desert! AND yes you can have a hot flash while you are in a pool, or shower. During those times my body is very confused on what to do, I supposed its like lava pouring into the ocean, either I'm going to boil to death or turn into a piece of charcoal.
Walking during a hot flash is miserable, no where to go except down and then there's no one around to pick your lifeless body off the 150 degree asphalt. .
I had a friend tell me that a hot flash is actually our body 'searching for estrogen'..Apparently it wants to play hide and seek! When the body cannot find the estrogen it then throws a damn hissy fit and WHAM there is the hot flash! I visualize this hissy fit as our body grabbing a hot poker delightfully say "how do you like that bee- ach?, NOW where's my friggin estrogen?" The evil doer does not play fair because our body is searching for something that no longer exists! If estrogen is searching for something that used to resemble ovaries, you might as well forget it! game over! Raisins are not ovaries, and my uterus? oh, I think that fell out yesterday.
Sleeping is no longer a pleasant event for me..no no, I fear it..I lay out my essentials on the night stand. Water for dehydration, fan for air movement(even though the air temp is set at 60) , misting bottle (once used to mist my plants, now mists me) and a box of Kleenex. I used to sleep in the spoon position, silent, unmovable and calm..Now I move from side to side, wake up suddenly with a hot flash, throw off the covers, mist myself to put out the fire, stumble to put the fan on high but I can't see because of the water I just misted in my eyes, things go flying everywhere, I step on the dog, she growls, I guzzle some water, throw off clothes, then lay there exhausted trying to cool down.....Then I start to chill and shiver, I reach for the Kleenex to wipe off the water, bits of tissue stick to my body, I'm freezing and throw the covers back on and slowly dry and drift off to sleep until SUDDENLY!! yea, you get the picture....
My usual wake up call is a hot flash about 7:30 am. Fine way to greet the morning . I love the fresh feeling of a sweat pool between your breasts, and sheets peeled to your body like sticky fly paper as you climb out of bed in a daze from a night of 'hide and seek' and torture with the evil one! My eyes are swollen half shut , my sinuses clogged, and I can't breathe out of my nose from the fan blowing dust in my face all night. Parts of the bed and pillow are still damp from watering myself all night, I'm picking pieces of kleenex off me, the bed, the dog and the floor. With my body trying to destroying itself , and my husband's snoring I usually get about 2o minutes of blissful sleep, oh I'm being dramatic, ......I get 30 minutes...Then the routine starts all over again..
I honestly feel that someday my body will implode from within and then actually burst from a spontaneous combustion.There I will be, all that is left of me ,a small pile of ash on the bathroom floor! My final hot flash! I have often told my family, "if you happen to see this pile, don't worry, its just me, it was quick...Just sweep me up in the dust pan and say goodbye"..No need for cremation, as my body took care of it on its own!
So as I have re-thought the curse question I cannot honestly agree that keeping and having your hormones is the curse..Losing them IS! it is the start of a slow process into menopausal madness. 'They' say men go through their own menopause? What happens to them? a few wrinkles?" whatever! they look better with a few gray hairs and age on them...Men age well... Oh yes, the lovely 'golden years'...what the hell does that mean? What is graceful and golden about losing your friggin mind at 50 years old! Men get to look like Sean Connery and we look like Maxine... My hormones are gone, and my body wants to destroy itself by becoming an open fire pit! yep, it pretty much sounds like a curse to me!! Check please!!!
Now this kind of ridiculous life drama has gone on far to long. Living in denial ,I had thought maybe, just maybe I would be a lucky woman and not go through this torture of 'growing old gracefully'..NOT!..My mother seems so surprised that I go through this because in her words "Gosh, I never went through any of this, I never had a hot flash".........I wonder, is that supposed to make me feel better? Thanks mom! I have 2 sister's and we seem to be going through it at the same time. What a trio we make! Since mom loves to rub it in that she is menopauseless (yea, its not a word, big deal, you gonna argue with me?, NOT TODAY!!) I have come to the conclusion that either my sister's and I skipped a generation OR we are all adopted! I think its the latter.Somewhere out there is this childless elderly woman , skin hanging to her knees, sweating profusely, hair in patches, haggard and worn out from lack of sleep , half crazy and searching for estrogen! THAT IS our real mother!
Years ago, 'they' used to call having your period the 'curse'........I have to rethink this. OK so we start to bleed when we're 8 years old, big deal! We have a few cramps that mimic hard labor, whatever, we're tough! We get out of bed each morning for 7 days to discover our sheets now resemble a crime scene, we can handle it. We want to do bodily harm to anyone that comes near us for a few days, piece of cake...Those were the days of youth and beauty and childbirth!! a curse?? ummm....let me tell you about the CURSE!!
One Sunday I went to church as I did for many years and I opened my Bible to read a scripture and suddenly without any warning the words before me were blurry. I went to bed the night before and could see, this morning I need glasses! How does this happen? How do you get into bed seeing 20/20 and wake up not being able to friggin read! This was only the beginning of the transformation into menopause madness!
As time went by and my eyesight got worse I did see a doctor only to be told "this is normal" for my age..Going blind is normal? I used to pride myself of being able see like an eagle and now I squint and distort my face when reading a simple menu that I'm sure people around me must think I have some sort of neurological disorder. I must think by doing this that my eyes will suddenly return to normal BUT normal is forever gone. In the middle of the night, some strange dark and evil maniac came into my bedroom and stole my hormones! yep, the curse!!
Ever since then, life has been one endless battle after another to get them back! This is a battle that I believe I will not win but at least I can go down kicking and screaming. In one year I have gained 25 pounds, have more gray hair then brown, grew skin wings under my arms, and lost sight of my feet.. I haven't eaten a single thing either, I have gained it just looking at food! I live on a few pieces of fruit and yogurt and yet somehow this massive amount of food tipped my scale! After eating I suddenly look down and I cannot see my friggin feet! Where are my feet? My stomach will bloat from eating a cracker .I seriously look at least 7 months pregnant! tying my shoes, or bending over is a frustrating ordeal, as I'm sure my water will break any second! I can't imagine what would happen if I sat and ate a large meal like a bowl of soup! My whole body swells with just the smell of salt. I can't even go near the beach ,I might blow up! One day I fit in my jeans the next I don't, must have been that extra piece of celery I ate the day before! I dye the gray out of my hair at night and the next morning its back! How the hell does this happen? yep, its the Curse!!
Hot flashes! how can one describe a boiling of red hot lava steaming up inside your body that has only one mission...to kill yoooooou!! I'm convinced the evil doer that stole my hormones actually is on a mission to kill and destroy what is left of my once lovely body. What brought me to write about this is the last time I was standing in the bathroom trying to get dressed. I was holding the curling iron in one hand, comb in another and suddenly I could feel it! That rising of blood pressure, the sudden flush of hot death, my skin starting to burn from the inside out, the sensation of pins and needles on your flesh, the lightheadedness, and then there it is! The Hot Flash!! You stand there unable to move for a moment thinking surely this is the end of life! sweat running from pores you didn't even know you had, makeup melting like candle wax down your haggard face, my legs buckle beneath me as I actually feel faint, I quickly throw water on myself to put out the fire . I hunch over the sink, looking in the mirror as my body is literally red all over..I breathe slowly not to hyperventilate and pray that it ends or I die, whatever comes first! After a few minutes, it is gone...Then you are left with the damage repair. My hair matted with water and hairspray, Alice Cooper eyes, and sweat drenched clothes . What used to take a few minutes to dress and get ready for the day now takes hours due to the constant changing of clothes, make overs and clean up. The other day my husband and I were having a nice afternoon driving around in his car. Everything was fine and peaceful UNTIL the hot flash! Like a frantic lunatic I suddenly went from sweet wife to a psycho whack job, moving every vent on myself and thrusting the blowers to 'hurricane speed'! never giving it a thought that my kind husband was having his own heat stroke because there was no air going his way, he nervously asks me as he is gasping for a breath "honey, can I have some air now?...I look at him with red burning eyes of madness "NO"!! I'm sure he felt extreme fear as I know I turned into something resembling the Ghost Rider, yep..... a burning talking skeleton!! very attractive! ummmmmmmmmmm the curse.
I have had some suggest to just start exercising the weight away, walk, swim or jog! "it will make you feel better" they say.. Are you freaking kidding me? I live in Florida and a cool day here is about 80 degree's..I have tried it all from walking to swimming to even getting on a treadmill IN my air conditioned house WITH the fan blowing on me at high speed..Doing any of these things when the hot flash rears its ugly head is comparing it to getting into a sauna in the middle of the desert! AND yes you can have a hot flash while you are in a pool, or shower. During those times my body is very confused on what to do, I supposed its like lava pouring into the ocean, either I'm going to boil to death or turn into a piece of charcoal.
Walking during a hot flash is miserable, no where to go except down and then there's no one around to pick your lifeless body off the 150 degree asphalt. .
I had a friend tell me that a hot flash is actually our body 'searching for estrogen'..Apparently it wants to play hide and seek! When the body cannot find the estrogen it then throws a damn hissy fit and WHAM there is the hot flash! I visualize this hissy fit as our body grabbing a hot poker delightfully say "how do you like that bee- ach?, NOW where's my friggin estrogen?" The evil doer does not play fair because our body is searching for something that no longer exists! If estrogen is searching for something that used to resemble ovaries, you might as well forget it! game over! Raisins are not ovaries, and my uterus? oh, I think that fell out yesterday.
Sleeping is no longer a pleasant event for me..no no, I fear it..I lay out my essentials on the night stand. Water for dehydration, fan for air movement(even though the air temp is set at 60) , misting bottle (once used to mist my plants, now mists me) and a box of Kleenex. I used to sleep in the spoon position, silent, unmovable and calm..Now I move from side to side, wake up suddenly with a hot flash, throw off the covers, mist myself to put out the fire, stumble to put the fan on high but I can't see because of the water I just misted in my eyes, things go flying everywhere, I step on the dog, she growls, I guzzle some water, throw off clothes, then lay there exhausted trying to cool down.....Then I start to chill and shiver, I reach for the Kleenex to wipe off the water, bits of tissue stick to my body, I'm freezing and throw the covers back on and slowly dry and drift off to sleep until SUDDENLY!! yea, you get the picture....
My usual wake up call is a hot flash about 7:30 am. Fine way to greet the morning . I love the fresh feeling of a sweat pool between your breasts, and sheets peeled to your body like sticky fly paper as you climb out of bed in a daze from a night of 'hide and seek' and torture with the evil one! My eyes are swollen half shut , my sinuses clogged, and I can't breathe out of my nose from the fan blowing dust in my face all night. Parts of the bed and pillow are still damp from watering myself all night, I'm picking pieces of kleenex off me, the bed, the dog and the floor. With my body trying to destroying itself , and my husband's snoring I usually get about 2o minutes of blissful sleep, oh I'm being dramatic, ......I get 30 minutes...Then the routine starts all over again..
I honestly feel that someday my body will implode from within and then actually burst from a spontaneous combustion.There I will be, all that is left of me ,a small pile of ash on the bathroom floor! My final hot flash! I have often told my family, "if you happen to see this pile, don't worry, its just me, it was quick...Just sweep me up in the dust pan and say goodbye"..No need for cremation, as my body took care of it on its own!
So as I have re-thought the curse question I cannot honestly agree that keeping and having your hormones is the curse..Losing them IS! it is the start of a slow process into menopausal madness. 'They' say men go through their own menopause? What happens to them? a few wrinkles?" whatever! they look better with a few gray hairs and age on them...Men age well... Oh yes, the lovely 'golden years'...what the hell does that mean? What is graceful and golden about losing your friggin mind at 50 years old! Men get to look like Sean Connery and we look like Maxine... My hormones are gone, and my body wants to destroy itself by becoming an open fire pit! yep, it pretty much sounds like a curse to me!! Check please!!!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
"Starting my day with some help"
I wanted to post this link on my blog and again suggest everyone to click on it and save it for your daily 'lift'..I have found it very rewarding, enlightening and quite enjoyable.
One Year Bible Blog
It's a wonderful read each morning with a delightful song as well. In this stressful and anxious world we live in there has to be a place where one can find some refuge and peace, if only for a few minutes. Try it for awhile, it will make a difference in your day!
God enters by a private door into each individual. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
One Year Bible Blog
It's a wonderful read each morning with a delightful song as well. In this stressful and anxious world we live in there has to be a place where one can find some refuge and peace, if only for a few minutes. Try it for awhile, it will make a difference in your day!
God enters by a private door into each individual. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, April 6, 2009
God and other artists are always a little obscure. ~Oscar Wilde
My nephew is a very talented artist. He has recently made his dream come true by creating a website and painting full time from his home and work shop. Please take a few minutes and view his Gallery. StudioConstantine.com
He plans on showcasing his work in the summer with a lovely "show" in Harmony, Florida.
It will be a wonderful evening full of art, music, wine and celebration. For those that are close by I hope you will join us. I will keep you updated once the invitations are sent out! If you love art, you will love his amazing work!
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. ~Amy Lowell
He plans on showcasing his work in the summer with a lovely "show" in Harmony, Florida.
It will be a wonderful evening full of art, music, wine and celebration. For those that are close by I hope you will join us. I will keep you updated once the invitations are sent out! If you love art, you will love his amazing work!
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. ~Amy Lowell
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