So Far this I know

I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.

I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a family/friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.

I've learned -
that there are people who love you dearly,
but just don't know how to show it.

I've learned -
that it takes years to build up trust,
and only seconds to destroy it.

I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived. 

What a ride this year has been!! A lot of lows and plenty of Highs, but the good has far outweighed the bad in my world. On January 1, 2009 instead of making a resolution I picked a word to describe how I would live throughout this year. That word was "Confidence" and boy did I live up to it! I did things I never imagined I'd ever do. I took leaps of faith and received tremendous results. Naturally, there were a few stumbles, but they were nothing I couldn't get through.

For this year my word chose me. In every conversation, every journal entry and in every prayer the word "Abundance" appeared. Abundance of good health, peace, joy, kindness to self and others. And most of all an abundance of success in uplifting those in need. I plan to live through 2010 in complete abundance.

I wish you all a blessed New Year! May you find complete bliss in 2010 and leave all negativity, hurt, anger and loss in 2009. The future is yours to live in joy...

Missing our baby girl Molly

Not one day goes by that we don't think of our wonderful dog Molly. God we miss her so much! Three year ago today we had Molly put down.

 I am re-posting my original post I did 2 years ago..........................

I am very sad at the moment just thinking only if the triplets were here a year ago maybe our Molly would still be with us. You see Molly died of depression and sadness when the Triplets left back to Germany last year. Molly believed the Triplets were her litter so when the Triplets left Molly stopped eating and just wanted to sleep. Below is a short video I made of our baby girl molly and I attached an old post I did last year about Molly.

A few days before we made the hard decision of putting our sweet Molly down we spend every second with her and video special moments with her telling her how much we love her and thanked her for being such a great dog to us.  

Molly with her Triplets before they all left to Germany ......................................................................   Post about Our Molly .................................................................. November 26, 2006 .................................................................. Our Baby girl Molly passed away on December 26, 2006 at 2:05pm. As the months went by and seeing her fade away to bones and not getting any better, we all came to that very hard decision of putting her down. She went very quickly as it only took 5 seconds. We spent our last Christmas with Molly just loving her and telling her how much we loved her and how lucky we where to have her in our life.

We Might Not Have Christmas Cards, But We Have Love. (I can’t believe I just said that. Puke!)

I generally send Christmas cards. Its not that I have no Christmas spirit (my Christmas tree is already up I have so much Christmas spirit!), it’s just that I’m too lazy. There is all the searching for the perfect card, writing heartfelt bullshit inside the cards, digging up addresses for everyone, addressing the cards, going to the post office to purchase stamps, and finally walking all the way down my loooooong driveway to put the envelopes in the mail. Baby Jesus wouldn’t want me to strain myself, you know? So I just don’t send cards. This year, however, I decided that I would send out cards, but not just any generic store bought card, I was going to send out PICTURE CARDS. Because I am insane.

Things for Which to be Thankful

        Trains, cars, and airplanes,  that allow us to travel great distances to be with our loved ones.

        The spouse who complains when dinner is not on time, because he is home with me,
        not with someone else.

        My boys's who are complaining about doing dishes, because that means they are at home
        and not on the streets.

        The mess to clean after a party because it means I  have been surrounded by friends.

         The taxes we pay because it means that my husband is employed.

         The clothes that fit a little too snug because it  means I have enough to eat.

         My shadow who watches me work because it means I  am out in the sunshine.

         A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning  and gutters that need fixing
         because it means I have a home.

         All the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.

         The space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.

         My huge heating bill because it means I am warm.

         The lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.

         The piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.

         The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because  it means that I'm alive.

         Getting too much email bogs me down but at least I know I have friends who are thinking of me.

        Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.

Why can't you take a turkey to church?
Because they use such fowl language

Why did the turkey cross the road?
It was the chicken's day off.

Why did the police arrest the turkey?
They suspected it of fowl play.

Why didn't the turkey want any lunch?
He was already stuffed!

What's the best dance to do on Thanksgiving?
The turkey trot


Which side of the turkey has the most feathers?
The outside!

What can you never eat for Thanksgiving dinner?
Breakfast or lunch!

Why did the turkey cross the road?
It was the chicken's day off.

Why did the police arrest the turkey?
They suspected it of fowl play

What happened when the turkey got into a fight?
He got the stuffing knocked out of him.




If April showers bring May flowers what do May flowers bring?
Pilgrims!

Asked to write a composition entitled, "What I'm thankful for on Thanksgiving," a student wrote, "I am thankful that I'm not a turkey."

What did the widowed mother turkey say to her disobedient children?
If your father could see you now, he'd turn over in his gravy!

My Mother Taught Me About...

My Mother Taught Me About...

1. My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION...
"Just wait until your father gets home."

2. My Mother taught me about RECEIVING....
"You are going to get it when we get home!"

3. My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE...
"What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you! Don't talk back to me!"

4. My Mother taught me LOGIC...
"If you fall out off that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

5. My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE...
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

6. My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD...
"If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."

7. My Mother taught me HUMOR...
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

8. My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT...
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

9. My Mother taught me about GENETICS...
"You're just like your father."

10. My Mother taught me about my ROOTS...
"Do you think you were born in a barn?"

11. My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE...
"When you get to be my age, you will understand."

And last but not least...

12. My Mother taught me about JUSTICE...
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you....Then you'll see what it's like!"

BITCHOLOGY

BITCHOLOGY 

 When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a 
bitch. 

When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a
bitch. 

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or 
do things my own way, they call me a
bitch. 

Being a Bitch
means I won't compromise what's
in my heart. It means I live my life "MY Way."
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. 

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am defined as a 
 bitch. 

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. 

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be.


And if that makes me a  bitch. so be it!

Halloween humor

Here's some Halloween humor for ya! 

20 Minutes of pure Happiness!

It only lasted for 20 minutes, But it was the best  surreal 20 minutes of

Today is one year since my sweet Molly passed. I thought today might be extra hard, but honestly it feels like every other day since last March 1. I miss him. I love him with all my heart. I talk to him. I feel his presence. I wish he was still in his body. My grief doesn't hurt as much as it did, but it still hurts a lot. I am beyond blessed to have known and loved him nearly 17 years! I wish death didn't happen. I hope when my body dies too we're together again.

Thank You GOD! Thank You!!

Once upon a time

One day, long, ago, there lived a woman who did not whine, nag or bitch... But that was a long time ago and it was just that one day.

I'm living proof that god has a sense of humor

so much talent just collecting dust,

I Am Only As Strong As the Caffiene I Consume, The Hairspray I Use, & The Blog-friends I Have!

Me a Tracking Device? Go figure

Am I all alone with this issue?

My husband and my two sons, apparently think that because I have a uterus, I have a type of internal tracking device! A device that tracks their belongings! THEIR LOST BELONGINGS!  

Remote Controls, in particular!

• Hubby: "Baby, do know where the remote is?"
• Me: "For WHICH TV?"
• Hubby: "The bedroom!"
• Me: "Where did you see it last?"
• Hubby "I dunno! Do you know where it is?"
• Me: "No, where are you looking?"
• Hubby: "I haven't looked yet. I just thought you would know before I got in there."
• Me: "Are you for real?"

• Jon: "Mom, do you know where the remote is?"
• Me: "For what TV?"
• Jon: "For my room?"
• Me: "I have no idea! I have not been in your room for days!"
• Jon: "Can you come help me look?"
• Me: "You have got to be joking..."

• Cory: "Mom, do you know where the remote is?"
• Me: "For which TV?"
• Cory: "The family room!"
• Me: "Where did you have it last?"
• Cory: "I dunno! Do you know where it is?"
• Me: "No, I haven't watched TV in that room today!"
• Cory: "Will you help me look?"
• Me: I swear one of these days somebody getting it!

I heart my Computer because,

I've been thinking lately. About all the wonderful people I've "met" through blogging and of course Facebook.

 I feel like I know a lot of you and I've started to value you as friends. Does that seem strange? In this techno-savvy cyber age we live in...we can form a relationship with someone we've never met face to face - and probably never will. You guys have given me great advice when I've asked (and even when I haven't!) You've cheered me and encouraged me.

I enjoy reading your comments, some are pretty racy and wonder if I should leave it or delete it but I have nothing to hide and by now my Blog and Facebook friends pretty much knows my sense of humor it can get pretty crazy sick and I don't excuse my behavior. I figure if you don't like what you see or read, DELETE CLICK me back to where ever you found me!

Ahem, what you see is pretty much what you get!  Nothing special! Teehee..

OMG! way to much time on my hands!

We've been having some pretty hot weather for a while now and I truly believe the Stupid Fairy has been working overtime on some people I've  encounter just in the past couple of weeks. I found these amusing metaphors, etc. to entertain myself with these past couple of days when I have nothing better to do an I thought to myself I could find a Stupid Person to fit each one! Yes, I am bored!
Here is my Political way of being Stupid

Words to live by

The best way to get even is to forget...

A successful marriage isn't finding the right person. It's BEING the right person.

Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up...

It isn't difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill, just add a little dirt.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher.

Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death...

God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts...

You have to wonder about humans, they think God is dead and Elvis is alive!

Some marriages are made in heaven, but they ALL have to be maintained on earth...

Words are windows to the heart.

The mighty oak tree was once a little nut that held its ground.

The tongue must be heavy indeed because so few people can't hold it.

To forgive is to set the prisoner free, and then discover the prisoner was you.

It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again.

The Mistress

The Mistress

A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, then says she’ll see him later and walks away. The wife glares at her husband and says, “Who the hell was that?” “Oh,” replies the husband, “she’s my mistress.” “Well, that’s the last straw,” says the wife. “I’ve had enough, I want a divorce!” “I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Infiniti or Lexus in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours.” Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm. “Who’s that woman with Jim?” asks the wife. “That’s his mistress,” says her husband. “Ours is prettier,” she replies.

How did I forget to post this!

August 22, 2006 is when I when it all started for me. The reason why I decide to try Blogging was because of Three beautiful reasons, Kieran, Haydan & Presley. I am proud of myself for keeping up with my Blog. It has been endless hours I spent teaching myself how to Blog and learning how to add on different stuff and just learning all I can about Blogging. It has been really challenging. But it's all been worth it. I have 459 story posted, I made & produced 48 videos, and 43 slideshows to go along with my postings and I still have 147 stories saved in my Unpublished box that never made it to the Published list for many reasons but the number one excuse experiencing Brain fart and can't complete the story and thinking it's not good enough to post. Maybe someday I'll post them.

Thank You to my Family & Friends

First I have to thank my fellow bloggers you know who you are, who are wondrous at keeping me inspired  and of course you, my readers, for your loyalty and just for simply taking the time to read my rambling. I can’t say it’s always interesting, but I hope something on here might have meant something to you as well. My Blog is a place I can say anything I want without being censored. A place where I love to hear back thoughts of what my friends and people I look up to have to say in return. I have learned a lot through blogging and have seen that when I post something well thought out I get quite a few responses.

Start Blogging I have been lucky enough to have inspired 5 friends to start their own Blog. So 
If you have not started your own blog, I would definitely suggest trying it out. You have nothing to lose by doing so and if anything you will learn something new.  What are you waiting for? Don’t put it on your long to-do list because it will never get done. Just do it and do it for yourself . Blog for yourself because then you can dictate when you post and what you post about. No matter who you are, what you do, there must be something you can share with the world.

This was my very first Blog Post

The Weydemullers

August 22, 2006 @ 8:53pm

Okay! I gave in and decided to start a Blog. With my little sister Angela and her triplets arriving to California in just a few days (Yippy) and my brother-in-law (triplets daddy) Sgt. Patrick Weydemuller he is coming all the way from IRAQ to California for a well deserved 2 week rest from Battle ground life in Iraq. A lot of you Triplet fans around the world wanted me to keep updated stories on the daily lives of my sweet little Weydemuller Triplets, Kieran, Haydan & Miss Presley. So in keeping you all tuned in everyday I will be posting their daily activities and pictures of course here so aside from their own website this would be the place to read all about them.

Why, Why, Why

Why, why, why?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost dead?

Why do banks charge a fee on ‘insufficient funds’ when they already know there is not enough money?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Whose idea was it to put an ‘S’ in the word ‘lisp’?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, ‘It’s all right?’ Well, it isn’t all right, so why don’t we say, ‘That really hurt, why don’t you watch where you’re going?’

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

Application for Dating

 Application for dating...

APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage and current medical report from your doctor. Name_______________________Date of Birth_____________________________ Height_____________Weight______________IQ____________GPA_____________ Social Security #___________________Driver's License #_______________ Boy Scout Rank and Badges____________________________________________ Home Address___________________City/State______________ZIP___________ Do you have parents? ____Yes_______No Is one male and the other female?______Yes________No If no, explain:______________________________________________________ Number of year they have been married________________________________ If less than your age, explain:______________________________________ ACCESSORIES SECTION: A. Do you own or have access to a van?_____Yes_____No B. A truck with oversized tires?____Yes______No C. A waterbed?_____Yes_____No D. A pickup with a mattress in the back?_____Yes______No E. A tattoo?_____Yes______No F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, pierced tongue/cheek or belly button ring? _____Yes______No (IF YOU ANSWERED "YES" TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING) ESSAY SECTION: In 50 words or less, what does "LATE" mean to you? In 50 words or less, what does "DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER" mean to you? In 50 words or less, what does "ABSTINENCE" mean to you? REFERENCES SECTION: Church you attend________________________ How often you attend_____________________ When would be the best time to interview your: Father?_____________ Mother?_____________ Pastor?_____________ SHORT ANSWER SECTION: A. If I were shot, the last place I would want to be shot would be:_______________ B. If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:_____________________ C. A woman's place is in the:_____________________________________________________ D. The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:________________ E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?_________________________________________ F. When I meet a girl, the first thing I always notice about her is:______________ G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room?________________________________ I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENATLY OF DEATH AND DISMEMBERMENT. _________________________________________ (Applicant's Signature (that means you, moron!) _________________________________________ (Mother's and Father's Signatures) _________________________________________ (Pastor/Priest/Rabbi/State Representative's Signatures) Thank you for your interest. Please allow four to six years for processing. To prepare yourself, start studying "Daddy's Rules for Dating." DADDY'S RULES FOR DATING

If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package because you're sure not picking anything up. You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daugher, I will remove them. I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier Method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier and I will kill you. It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early." I have no doubt that you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as longs as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date on one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is dancing, holding hands or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirt, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka, zipped up to her throat. Movies with stong romantic themes or sexual themes are to be avoided but ones that feature chain saws are ok. Hockey games are ok, but old folks' homes are better. Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged dimwitted has-been, but on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull in the driveway, you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Nextdoor

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

beer

Thoughts about beer - by 7 year old kids

 

A handful of 7 year old children were asked ‘What they thought of beer’. Some interesting responses, but the last one from Jack is especially touching.

 

‘I think beer must be good. My dad says the more beer he drinks the prettier my mom gets.’ –Tim

 

‘Beer makes my dad sleepy and we get to watch what we want on television when he is asleep, so beer is nice. ‘ –Melanie

 

‘My Mom and Dad both like beer. My Mom gets funny when she drinks it and takes her top off at parties, but Dad doesn’t think this is very funny.’ –Grady

 

”My Mom and Dad talk funny when they drink beer and the more they drink the more they give kisses to each other, which is a good thing.’ –Toby

 

‘My Dad gets funny on beer. He is funny. He also wets his pants sometimes, so he shouldn’t have too much. –Sarah

 

‘My Dad loves beer. The more he drinks, the better he dances. One time he danced right into the pool.’ –Lilly

 

‘I don’t like beer very much. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue and they taste disgusting.’ –Ethan

 

‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’ –Shirley

 

‘My Mom drinks beer and she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and tells him to go bury his bone down the street again, but that doesn’t make any sense, ’cause we don’t have a dog. –Jack

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!

Call the land line! um please

I know that sounds like a shocking idea. But remember back in the day? Back before we had cell phones? Back when we had to write letters to each other in order to communicate? Then came phones with looooooongggg cords attached to walls. Handy for walking around the kitchen and doing dishes while chatting. Then came the intense novelty of answering machines. Actual machines. That you plugged into the wall. And then we finally got all high tech with digital voice mail and cell phones and 8 frajillion other ways to stay connected at all times.

But here's the cuckoo nutty thing: if I don't answer my cell when you call, and I don't call you back when you leave a message, and that happens for five or six days, don't you think PERHAPS, just perhaps, the problem might be that I've lost the damn thing? Or that the battery is dead and the charger is broken? Or that there is actually a reason I CAN'T get your message?

And  if you really wanted to talk to me, instead of leaving a dozen increasingly frustrated messages on my cell, you might try calling my actual home phone number. Because, honestly, there are days, weeks that I don't turn my cell phone on or remember to charge the stupid cell phone battery. But my home phone? It always works.

Okay now I got that off my chest! and now I feel better.

Come on People!!!!!

You are losing your rights as an American. A lot of Americans are ignorant and happy. I’m talking about the ignorant that voted for Omaba because it was cool, or didn’t vote, or don’t pay attention to politics and what it’s doing to their freedom, and then sit eating potato chips and playing with their Wii (your going to go blind doing that). I’m tired of pounding my head , so I will pound your head in hopes that you do something, such as:

• Read the Constitution
• Read a Bill
• Call and Email your Reps and Senators 
• Join a party

You were taught the Constitution and American history in such a dull, bland way (if taught it at all) that you do not recall any of it. That is what these libs want. They depend on you being so dumbed that you will fall for such a smooth talker.

Healthcare is one example Omaba talks about Healthcare it's NOT in our Constitution. I know the Libs want to shove this down our throats. Not that you care about the Constitution. I can hear you disbelievers now, “WHAT! Your nuts.

 Everyone has the right to healthcare.  The United States has the best healthcare in the world. People from around the world come to the United States to see our doctors. The problem with our healthcare is that the insurance doesn’t cover 10% of Americans. The healthcare bill will increase coverage to the American people by 4%. We want to spend all of this money for a measly 4%? Let’s not forget how well the government runs the post office, the DMV, the VA Hospitals, Medicare and Medicade, Social Security, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. Government can’t run shit. They are having a hard time running themselves. Why would you trust them with your health.

What's happening to the First Amendment? Only Libs have freedom of speech. The First Amendment does not apply to anyone who opposes Obama. 

Go look it up for yourself and read what others are saying about this bill. You’ll find the American Citizen (who is getting beaten at town hall meetings) is more informed than your Senators and Reps.

We will lose our country if you don’t get off your Behind and learn something, and then do something about it!. You better start giving a shit NOW!

I am sick and tired of people who call people who are concern unpatriotic if they debate this administration’s policies.

 We are Americans and have the right to participate and debate any administration.

Just Wondering?

Everyone has heard a proverb or two. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. One man's trash is another man's treasure. But you know what? I have a problem with these proverbs. Why? I don't know who said them. I don't know the context. Maybe we're reading too much into them?

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?

What if the bird is carrying bird flu? What do you intend to do with this bird? do you know it doesn't have intestinal parasites? Do I have protective gloves on? What makes this bird so valuable in my hand? What kind of bush are these birds in? Wouldn't two birds in a rose bush be worth more than a bird in my hand? Who is appraising the value of these birds? What are his qualifications?

People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?

What kind of dummy lives in a glass house? What if he throws stones outside of the vicinity of his house? What if his house is made of bulletproof glass? Wouldn't someone who lives in a glass see-through house have more pressing issues to attend to? Like where am I going to change where people aren't going to see my you know what? If this person isn't allowed to throw stones does this preclude him from stabbing people instead? Does this person have insurance on his house? Does his insurance cover stone damage?

One man's trash is another man's treasure?

Who is this man who finds my treasure so appealing? Is he homeless? Is he really qualified to appraise the value of second hand items? Believe me, the milk i threw out today, that expired a weeks ago, is no one's treasure. Even if I threw a shoe with holes and a man started wearing it do you think he would call it "treasure?" No! He would say "Damn, I got a beat up shoe, it still sucks but it's better than nothing." That's not treasure. Treasure is gold coins. You find treasure where 'X' marks the spot. I learned that from pirates. Ha!

So I was just wondering and I'm also bored and can't sleep. What do you think? Do you have a Proverb that makes you think and wonder? Come on share it with me..

Blogging Nothing again

What's wrong with me? I can't think of anything interesting to say!

On my mind

I've been thinkng about the decisions we make and learning to live with them. It really got me thinking. Most of the major decisions in my life have been made because of other people and what they want or need  first.

Let’s take for example getting clean and going to rehab years ago. It wasn’t that I woke up one day and said, “Gee, I sure don’t like getting high anymore. I should get clean!” Far from it. I still loved it and felt I needed it and I really wanted it. But when I looked at my boys and Husband and  saw what it was doing to them, I knew I had to change things or they could be hurt, killed or left without a mother. For them, I decided it was time to make that life changing decision. And I was absolutely right in doing so, but the catalyst for getting there was not my own desire. It was my desire to make things right for others. And then for myself. (But trust me, in less than a matter of hours that focus changes quickly and you learn how to be in rehab for yourself and yourself only.)

I have always tried to be one of those people who does not live with regrets. You cannot change the past. You cannot undo things that have been done. There are no do-overs in life.

There are friendships I would have ended much sooner and some I never would have ended at all. There are jobs where I would have done everything differently. There are some “secrets” I would never have kept and some that I would never have shared. There are things I would never have said and things I would have said much sooner.

But to what end does any of that bring me? Every decision I have made, every friend I have had or lost, every opportunity I have grasped or let pass me by have brought me where I am today.

 No matter how much I wonder about (and I do wonder about stuff), taking a different path, making a different decision, choosing a different way of handling things, I cannot go back and do anything–not one thing–differently. And so I live with where I am, who I am and all of the good and bad, whole and broken, happy and sad wrapped into this person I am today. But some days…some days I let myself wonder. What if…

in the end it is all about love. Having it. Keeping it. Sharing it. I have had a wonderful life of love. I have great friends in my life that make me laugh. I have children who amaze me every day. I have a husband I have been with for  30 years. Every decision we make brings change. If you are blessed and have a bit of luck on your side, through those changes, love remains the same.

And you can push forward.