Thursday, April 24, 2008

bitter pill

This is what my view from my garden used to look like. I loved this view for ten years. In the summer it was absolutely gorgeous! Image and video hosting by TinyPic Along comes an asshole who has, destroyed his historic home, and the neighborhood by an addition, he designed and the city approved. We call him white trash with cash. Image and video hosting by TinyPic I am so angry that, it is hard for me to express myself. The thoughts that travel through my mind are hateful at best. I have come to believe that more people are assholes then not. That jerks are raised by jerks to become grown-up jerks and then they reproduce and raise more inconsiderate asshole jerks. I can't even talk I am so pissed off at this man. I am losing my patience with the lack of true consideration and respect for others in our society, I really am.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
and hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

A poem by Dr. Seuss

Thursday, April 17, 2008

find the good

I have been walking everyday to try to lose this weight I put on over the last two years. My muscles are sore, the bottom of my feet hurt, and I have not lost really any weight, maybe a pound or two on the good days. I realize that this is most likely one of my easier challenges, however, it seems pretty difficult at the moment.

I have been reading more about living conditions in other parts of the word. I really get rather disgusted with my own life style, in the sense that, I have it so good here while others suffer. I could have been them and they could of been me. It's not guilt, but learning more has inspired an inner desire to figure out how I can help. So I ponder this, while I make donations here and there. There are so many organizations with so many causes. I have a handful that I support but still I desire to do something more.

I am also attempting to eliminate negativity in my life. Lucky for me, currently, I am more often then not, surrounded by kind, fun, upbeat people. These people seem to be on pretty much the same page.

That's all I have right now. Wait, I still have some painter's block. I have three paintings started, but I have not touched them for a while. The weather has turned nice and I have been pulled into my garden, where I just completely get into the dirt and earth zone. I could be out there all day long, without speaking to another human being and be totally unaware of time, and be 100% pleased with my day.

That's all for now...peace..find the good.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. ~Malachy McCourt

if only the system made sense

Here's a great article about how if the primary process wasn't so messed up, the results would be very different.

read article here

Saturday, April 5, 2008

hard yard work

Well, the sun was out today, and I worked from after my first cup of coffee until five-thirty. I took one break for food, and two breaks to talk with different neighbor friends. I would be out there still if it was about ten degrees warmer.

One neighbor shared a story about the sidewalk down the street. My friend Sue grew up in the house down the street. After her divorce she returned to her childhood home and she raised her two boys, from toddlers to adults. The boys footprints were in the cement sidewalk in front of their house. Well, a couple years ago and Sue's son enlisted, and he lost his life in the Iraq war. Sue eventually sold her home. New owners moved in last fall and ripped out the old sidewalk and tossed the crumbled footprints into the dumpster, never even blinking an eye or asking anyone about the prints. One piece concrete held her boys small footprints for so many years. Now they are gone.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

count the vote

In our democracy people are entitled to one vote per election, but currently in two states citizens' votes are not being counted. The democratic party, one of two in a two party system, is refusing to count the votes cast in Florida and Michigan. This is unacceptable. Let your voice be heard before we will lose our voting rights. Please add your name to the petition in the link below.

count the votes petition
count the votes petition at Hillary's site

such beauty in strength

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise." -Dr. Maya Angelou

entire text