Sometimes in the morning I wake up before the alarm. I lie and bed looking at the ceiling feeling calm and my mind starts to wander. I remember times past. Experiences that happened so long ago it is almost like I read them in a book and was actually not the main character. Moments of hysterical laughter shared with special people. Times of grief and great pain that eventually pass and are stored to reflect on from time to time. I think to myself:
[insert thought bubble] - Yeah, that was me. I went through that and came out.
Sometimes I came out limping, others crawling and on rare occasion I ran the fuck out (those who know me know I don't run unless there is a major sale or I have to go to the bathroom). The point is a came out. Survived times I thought I couldn't possibly have the strength to endure (thank you God for only giving me what I can handle).
Those experiences were spices in this big pot of soup called "My Life." Once the spice is added it can't be removed - you can try to dilute it by adding more of another spice to hide the flavor or to reduce its potency but the spice is still in there and you have to make the best of it. People will come and say "I don't know why you added that spice because I don't like it." My response can only be "this is My Life Soup not Your Life Soup." This is the way I was taught to make it and I can't really start from scratch again because there are some spices that I just know I will always use - whether someone else likes them or not - because it's My Life Soup - and the choice is yours as to whether or not you want to share it with me.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Sorry I am late (fail)......
I got the shits as I was leaving the house.
I was up late watching porn.
I couldn't find my dealer.
I was out until 4 am on a bender.
I thought the judge was going to see me earlier.
Feel free to share some of your own.
I was up late watching porn.
I couldn't find my dealer.
I was out until 4 am on a bender.
I thought the judge was going to see me earlier.
Feel free to share some of your own.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings & all that Jazz...
I hadn't realized it has been so long since I have blogged. I have been really busy and in an on again / off again funk.
Here is my year at a glance in no particular order (my memory is sketchy so bare with me).
I self published my book Random Ish & Other Nonsense - If you haven't read it put it on your to do list.
I experienced the dating scene online - don't ask.
I celebrated another Birthday - thank you Lord.
I met a guy and I am in love - maybe...
My youngest child started High School
I reflected on my life and continued to work on me.
I laughed
I cried
I got pissed off and occasionally pissed on
I had a leak in my home and had to replace part of the floor
Dealt with that bitch Sandy
My relationship with family and friends strengthened
My relationship with other family and friends distanced
I made mistakes and owned up to them (most of them)
As the year is comes to an end and I realize that although I haven't always felt it I have been extremely fortunate and although my faith continues to struggle I continue to search for hope in the God of my understanding.
My heart and prayers go out to people who have lost loved ones or endured tragedies in 2012, as well as those who have managed to get up each day and put one foot in front of the other when all you really wanted to do was crawl under a rock or give up on life - kudos to you.
May 2013 bring you a peace, strength and courage within yourself and when possible may you share it with those around you who can't find their own.
Sissy
Here is my year at a glance in no particular order (my memory is sketchy so bare with me).
I self published my book Random Ish & Other Nonsense - If you haven't read it put it on your to do list.
I experienced the dating scene online - don't ask.
I celebrated another Birthday - thank you Lord.
I met a guy and I am in love - maybe...
My youngest child started High School
I reflected on my life and continued to work on me.
I laughed
I cried
I got pissed off and occasionally pissed on
I had a leak in my home and had to replace part of the floor
Dealt with that bitch Sandy
My relationship with family and friends strengthened
My relationship with other family and friends distanced
I made mistakes and owned up to them (most of them)
As the year is comes to an end and I realize that although I haven't always felt it I have been extremely fortunate and although my faith continues to struggle I continue to search for hope in the God of my understanding.
My heart and prayers go out to people who have lost loved ones or endured tragedies in 2012, as well as those who have managed to get up each day and put one foot in front of the other when all you really wanted to do was crawl under a rock or give up on life - kudos to you.
May 2013 bring you a peace, strength and courage within yourself and when possible may you share it with those around you who can't find their own.
Sissy
Monday, December 10, 2012
Holiday 10 for 10 and under...
My list of top 10 gifts under $10.
10. Poofy socks
9. Picture Frame
8. Fake Pashmina
7. Superhero Mug
6. Costume Jewelry
5. Calendar
4. Ornament
3. Framed Photo
2. Wine Stopper
1. Random Ish and Other Nonsense the Book
10. Poofy socks
9. Picture Frame
8. Fake Pashmina
7. Superhero Mug
6. Costume Jewelry
5. Calendar
4. Ornament
3. Framed Photo
2. Wine Stopper
1. Random Ish and Other Nonsense the Book
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Kudos....
To you - maker of elastic waist pants.
Screw you - decider that sizes should be configured by 2s. I am a 13 not a 14 and it matters to my ego. I use to be a 9 but had to wear 10....I guess my single digits will be kept to my shoe size.
Screw you - decider that sizes should be configured by 2s. I am a 13 not a 14 and it matters to my ego. I use to be a 9 but had to wear 10....I guess my single digits will be kept to my shoe size.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Weathering this storm....
I admit I am spoiled. I like to have running water with temperature options. TV I can go without but I can certainly understand the desire to not miss the latest episode of The Walking Dead and Sons of Anarchy. It is also helpful to see where you are going and be warm.
Until we are faced with challenge we really don't realize how important some things are and the domino effect behind them.
Without water - no laundry, no flushing, no bathing, no drinking - nothing clean. That sticky thing on you hand will stay there.
No electricity - no elevators, nebulizer or dialysis machines, no atm, gas, cell phone service, transportation.
You worry about your loved ones and do your best to be there for as many people as you can while still trying to overcome yourself. Through these storms we discover who we are and what we are made of emotionally, physically and mentally.
You wake up and can't believe that this is happening but at the same time know you are actually really lucky that you don't have a worse case scenario. You are blessed with family and friends that actually show up and pull together. The ones who role up with water, hot food, soda & coffee (they are necessities) and clothes. People that realize you weren't going to leave your pets behind while you left to safety. Those that know food pantries exist but also know it is cold and you will be waiting in line for 3 hours with young children if they don't offer to watch your little ones. Try explaining to your bright eyed son why his 5 Birthday was the "worst ever."
Little by little things are being put back into place. I am so extremely fortunate. I was greatly inconvenienced, had to climb up and down stairs but don't live on the highest floor. I didn't have water but thankfully my mom did. We managed. I still have a home to go to and my friends (who I consider family) and blood relatives are good. We will do our best to help each other through the individual hardships doing what we can.
I saw people writing on FB about the marathon and their support for it to continue...I could only think they still had their electricity. Those who say - there are places you can go to for food and clothes - not thinking of the hours you have to wait in line while some employers expect you to still show up to work.
I am so damn lucky and I know it. I am so sorry for the loss that many have suffered and pray that those who have so much rebuilding to do find the strength and faith they need. Ask for help if you need it and take it if it is offered.
Until we are faced with challenge we really don't realize how important some things are and the domino effect behind them.
Without water - no laundry, no flushing, no bathing, no drinking - nothing clean. That sticky thing on you hand will stay there.
No electricity - no elevators, nebulizer or dialysis machines, no atm, gas, cell phone service, transportation.
You worry about your loved ones and do your best to be there for as many people as you can while still trying to overcome yourself. Through these storms we discover who we are and what we are made of emotionally, physically and mentally.
You wake up and can't believe that this is happening but at the same time know you are actually really lucky that you don't have a worse case scenario. You are blessed with family and friends that actually show up and pull together. The ones who role up with water, hot food, soda & coffee (they are necessities) and clothes. People that realize you weren't going to leave your pets behind while you left to safety. Those that know food pantries exist but also know it is cold and you will be waiting in line for 3 hours with young children if they don't offer to watch your little ones. Try explaining to your bright eyed son why his 5 Birthday was the "worst ever."
Little by little things are being put back into place. I am so extremely fortunate. I was greatly inconvenienced, had to climb up and down stairs but don't live on the highest floor. I didn't have water but thankfully my mom did. We managed. I still have a home to go to and my friends (who I consider family) and blood relatives are good. We will do our best to help each other through the individual hardships doing what we can.
I saw people writing on FB about the marathon and their support for it to continue...I could only think they still had their electricity. Those who say - there are places you can go to for food and clothes - not thinking of the hours you have to wait in line while some employers expect you to still show up to work.
I am so damn lucky and I know it. I am so sorry for the loss that many have suffered and pray that those who have so much rebuilding to do find the strength and faith they need. Ask for help if you need it and take it if it is offered.
"Hope is
important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If
we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today."
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- Thich Nhat Hanh
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"Do not think of
a painful experience as a dark time in your life. You emerge out of
everything learning something or becoming a better person. You realize who
your real friends are and how much your loved ones mean to you."
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- Colleen Ho
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Saturday, October 27, 2012
This too shall pass....
No one said life would be easy or are we prepared for how hard it can be until we are forced to find a strength inside ourselves that we didn't know existed.
Despite my sarcastic sense of humor, one of my strongest character traits is that of being empathetic (many times to a fault). What makes me this way is the memory of experiences that I have witnessed or personally had that caused hurt and humiliation.
There is a special kind of person that can, with malicious intent, inflict pain on someone be it emotionally, mentally or physically. Here is my question. Are you one of them?
Do you make fun of someone who is different or who doesn't conform to what you believe is a standard in this world? Do you seek out the wounded one because you know you can take advantage of them? Do you walk with or behind a group of people who do these things?
When I was growing up I was often teased about my weight. My mom would always tell me the "stick and stones" crap. I didn't know it was crap then but when she would say it to me my thoughts were the words and actions do hurt so I added these feelings to the growing "what is wrong with me" list.
Our thoughts, actions and feelings are ours to own. There will be times when we as individuals don't even understand the thoughts and feelings we are having - they are ours nonetheless, whether we choose to analyze, ignore or act on them. There is nothing wrong with us for having these feelings. They are feelings not facts. However, what we do with them is what makes us into the people we are. What kind of person are you? What kind of person do you want to be?
I look back on my youth and remember some of the hurtful things said and done to me. I remember feeling that it would go on forever. It doesn't. When we are young we don't always see how far ahead life goes. We only see up the block. There are several corners that we will need to turn and hills to climb. Life is an amazing thing. You are worth more than those hurtful things being thrown at you. It is a remarkable feeling to look back and be able to say "I got through that so fuck you!"
Life is full of mistakes and is a slow, grueling and growing process but don't let anyone else define who you are but more importantly don't give your future, the entire life you have ahead of you, to the words and actions or complete assholes. That is what they are, nothing comes out of them but vile human waste (and possibly corn).
You made a mistake or bad choice own it. It is yours to take and grow with, to share with someone who will do the same thing. DO NOT under any circumstance take yourself away from this world before your time. You were put here for a purpose - you are uniquely you, a gift that someone else needs in their life.
Despite my sarcastic sense of humor, one of my strongest character traits is that of being empathetic (many times to a fault). What makes me this way is the memory of experiences that I have witnessed or personally had that caused hurt and humiliation.
There is a special kind of person that can, with malicious intent, inflict pain on someone be it emotionally, mentally or physically. Here is my question. Are you one of them?
Do you make fun of someone who is different or who doesn't conform to what you believe is a standard in this world? Do you seek out the wounded one because you know you can take advantage of them? Do you walk with or behind a group of people who do these things?
When I was growing up I was often teased about my weight. My mom would always tell me the "stick and stones" crap. I didn't know it was crap then but when she would say it to me my thoughts were the words and actions do hurt so I added these feelings to the growing "what is wrong with me" list.
Our thoughts, actions and feelings are ours to own. There will be times when we as individuals don't even understand the thoughts and feelings we are having - they are ours nonetheless, whether we choose to analyze, ignore or act on them. There is nothing wrong with us for having these feelings. They are feelings not facts. However, what we do with them is what makes us into the people we are. What kind of person are you? What kind of person do you want to be?
I look back on my youth and remember some of the hurtful things said and done to me. I remember feeling that it would go on forever. It doesn't. When we are young we don't always see how far ahead life goes. We only see up the block. There are several corners that we will need to turn and hills to climb. Life is an amazing thing. You are worth more than those hurtful things being thrown at you. It is a remarkable feeling to look back and be able to say "I got through that so fuck you!"
Life is full of mistakes and is a slow, grueling and growing process but don't let anyone else define who you are but more importantly don't give your future, the entire life you have ahead of you, to the words and actions or complete assholes. That is what they are, nothing comes out of them but vile human waste (and possibly corn).
You made a mistake or bad choice own it. It is yours to take and grow with, to share with someone who will do the same thing. DO NOT under any circumstance take yourself away from this world before your time. You were put here for a purpose - you are uniquely you, a gift that someone else needs in their life.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
I could have told you how this was going to end...
Man dies after live roach-eating contest in Florida.
Read more: Why you shouldn't eat bugs!
Published October 09, 2012
Associated Press
Read more: Why you shouldn't eat bugs!
Published October 09, 2012
Associated Press
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
What's for dinner...
Yesterday was one of THOSE days for me.
I had a headache and felt like crying for every little thing. I didn't want to be at work or at home and I didn't want to talk to anyone – but as you and I know our wants and needs often have to take a back door to life's demands.
When I finally arrived home I was welcomed with the daily evening greeting "what's for dinner?" Sighing I took 2 bootleg tylenol and went to the kitchen to see what I could throw together.
I decide to make arroz amarillo con salchichas (in English this is yellow rice and Vienna sausage). It was smelling pretty good. The rest of the story goes something like this:
[Teenager enters kitchen] "that smells good mom" [while lifting the lid off the pot]
[Teenager staring blankly at the pot] "I think the rice you used was bad."
Me: "Rice doesn't go bad like other items."
Teenager: "Maybe you used an old packet of sazon because it looks weird."
Me: "Drown it with ketchup!"
Teenager: "Really mom?"
Me: "Make the damn Bagel Bites."
Teenager: "Oh yeah – forgot we had those."
I had a headache and felt like crying for every little thing. I didn't want to be at work or at home and I didn't want to talk to anyone – but as you and I know our wants and needs often have to take a back door to life's demands.
When I finally arrived home I was welcomed with the daily evening greeting "what's for dinner?" Sighing I took 2 bootleg tylenol and went to the kitchen to see what I could throw together.
I decide to make arroz amarillo con salchichas (in English this is yellow rice and Vienna sausage). It was smelling pretty good. The rest of the story goes something like this:
[Teenager enters kitchen] "that smells good mom" [while lifting the lid off the pot]
[Teenager staring blankly at the pot] "I think the rice you used was bad."
Me: "Rice doesn't go bad like other items."
Teenager: "Maybe you used an old packet of sazon because it looks weird."
Me: "Drown it with ketchup!"
Teenager: "Really mom?"
Me: "Make the damn Bagel Bites."
Teenager: "Oh yeah – forgot we had those."
Thursday, September 6, 2012
This is complicated....
or at least those were the words spoken by my 14 year old HS freshman when I asked him to make mashed potatoes. Now keep in mind these were the Hungry Jack kind. They didn't require peeling, cutting, boiling, straining or an array of spices. It requires a measuring cup and a tablespoon and extremely basic ingredients. He is still exasperated because he is being required to do math and can't understand why chicken cutlet isn't a meal in itself.
Love my boy.
Love my boy.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Flatulence...
Flatulence is the expulsion through the rectum of a mixture of gases that are byproducts of the digestive process of mammals and other animals. It is also referred to as a fart; the bodies natural potpourri; pinching the loaf and occasionally cutting the cheese.
Regardless of what you call it, depending on where you are when it occurs, who it happens to and the sound it makes will pretty much determine whether you will laugh or gag if it makes an appearance.
For example:
Just making a fart sound when someone is bending over can have a room laughing (it has to sound authentic). However, there is nothing funny about it if you are trapped in an elevator with someone who had a high a fiber lunch or in a steaming hot shower and one "gets away" - you might as well lock yourself in a garage with your car turned on because it engulfs you like an entity. There are times when you don't even know where it came from (unless of course it came from you).
How many times have you been on the train and someone lets one slip...all of a sudden everyone is looking around for an arrow pointing out the person who did it - guess what? That person is looking around also because they are not taking the blame.
In case you thought there was a point to this, well there isn't. It was just an "observation" made while in the shower. :(
Regardless of what you call it, depending on where you are when it occurs, who it happens to and the sound it makes will pretty much determine whether you will laugh or gag if it makes an appearance.
For example:
Just making a fart sound when someone is bending over can have a room laughing (it has to sound authentic). However, there is nothing funny about it if you are trapped in an elevator with someone who had a high a fiber lunch or in a steaming hot shower and one "gets away" - you might as well lock yourself in a garage with your car turned on because it engulfs you like an entity. There are times when you don't even know where it came from (unless of course it came from you).
How many times have you been on the train and someone lets one slip...all of a sudden everyone is looking around for an arrow pointing out the person who did it - guess what? That person is looking around also because they are not taking the blame.
In case you thought there was a point to this, well there isn't. It was just an "observation" made while in the shower. :(
Friday, July 27, 2012
Can someone please explain...
Can someone please explain…
Why Kristen Stewart (22) is getting all the shit for cheating on her BOYFRIEND Rob Pattinson (26)?
What about the MARRIED Rupert Sanders (41)?
Give me a friggin break. I am not saying it was a wise move on her part and that she should not accept some accountability but seriously she is still an impressionable young girl. He is a 41 year old handsome (apparently to some but not my cup of tea – I prefer coffee) male in a position of authority. What young girl wouldn't become infatuated. The media is going on a which hunt calling her a tramp? GTFOH with that bullshit. She made a mistake (as we all have). Learn from it and keep it moving. Is the media really going to drag this crap out like it is BIG HOLLYWOOD NEWS. For crying out loud Sherman Hemsley just passed away.
Why Kristen Stewart (22) is getting all the shit for cheating on her BOYFRIEND Rob Pattinson (26)?
What about the MARRIED Rupert Sanders (41)?
Give me a friggin break. I am not saying it was a wise move on her part and that she should not accept some accountability but seriously she is still an impressionable young girl. He is a 41 year old handsome (apparently to some but not my cup of tea – I prefer coffee) male in a position of authority. What young girl wouldn't become infatuated. The media is going on a which hunt calling her a tramp? GTFOH with that bullshit. She made a mistake (as we all have). Learn from it and keep it moving. Is the media really going to drag this crap out like it is BIG HOLLYWOOD NEWS. For crying out loud Sherman Hemsley just passed away.
MTA BS
MTA proposes strapping straphangers with $1 'green fee' on each new MetroCard
Surcharge would generate an estimated $20 million a year for transit authority. Goal is to reduce amount of MetroCards printed, discarded and hauled to landfill
Comments (33)By Pete Donohue / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Published: Thursday, July 26, 2012, 8:38 PM
Talking about how the train stations would be cleaner. REALLY? There are rats and all other kind of vermin down in the stations. The plastic card lying on the floor is the least of my worries. On another note, I am really curious as to the revenue the MTA makes from all those extra nickels and dimes they get from the unused & uneven amounts left on the MetroCards now - talking about giving us an extra quarter...
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
Is ugly equivalent to dirty?.
Examples of this are
Fly vs Dragon Fly – I won't think twice about smashing a fly with the daily newspaper but the Dragon Fly seems exotic and has that strip of bluish purple.
Moth vs Butterfly – Only the colors make them different in my eyes and why are white moths more acceptable then grey or black ones – racist I tell you.
Beetle vs Lady Bug – I am not going to front – I will take a quick step back from a beetle and possibly even leave a room. A Lady Bug however I will leave be.
Squirrel vs Rat (as far as I am concerned they are both dirty but people encourage squirrels to come to them for food – even give their kids peanuts to offer…fuck that – they are glorified rats).
I have heard stories of insects called stink bugs and hump back something or other….None of the names or stories make me a fan.
Roaches and waterbugs are in their own category. Maybe if they didn't have long antennae, weren't so damn fast and didn't pop when you step on them (shuttering at the thought). I can't help but wonder if they were a different color maybe they would be ok…but alas they are not so I will continue to clear a room and most likely knock down a child and pregnant lady while doing so if I see one – and Lord help whoever is near me if it is in flight.
Is ugly equivalent to dirty?.
Examples of this are
Fly vs Dragon Fly – I won't think twice about smashing a fly with the daily newspaper but the Dragon Fly seems exotic and has that strip of bluish purple.
Moth vs Butterfly – Only the colors make them different in my eyes and why are white moths more acceptable then grey or black ones – racist I tell you.
Beetle vs Lady Bug – I am not going to front – I will take a quick step back from a beetle and possibly even leave a room. A Lady Bug however I will leave be.
Squirrel vs Rat (as far as I am concerned they are both dirty but people encourage squirrels to come to them for food – even give their kids peanuts to offer…fuck that – they are glorified rats).
I have heard stories of insects called stink bugs and hump back something or other….None of the names or stories make me a fan.
Roaches and waterbugs are in their own category. Maybe if they didn't have long antennae, weren't so damn fast and didn't pop when you step on them (shuttering at the thought). I can't help but wonder if they were a different color maybe they would be ok…but alas they are not so I will continue to clear a room and most likely knock down a child and pregnant lady while doing so if I see one – and Lord help whoever is near me if it is in flight.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
What do you see?
I came across this on FB and thought it was a worthy share.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally written by Dave Griffith)
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
Very Respectfully,
Scott Sonnon
www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally written by Dave Griffith)
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
Very Respectfully,
Scott Sonnon
www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)
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Kid Logic...
Setting: July 21, 2012; Mother in kitchen getting some PC work done; appreciating her quiet morning and strong coffee....
Insert sound of footsteps....
Child: "Mom, you should make me breakfast today..."
Mother: "Hmm...why?"
Child: "Because I made you breakfast for you on my birthday 2 weeks ago..."
Mother: "Well, I carried you for 9 months rent free and am on my menstrual cycle..."
Child: "Really mom? What is it with you and your ovaries and for those 9 months you didn't have to deal with that bicycle, tricycle thing."
Mother: "Pancakes ok?" smh...
Insert sound of footsteps....
Child: "Mom, you should make me breakfast today..."
Mother: "Hmm...why?"
Child: "Because I made you breakfast for you on my birthday 2 weeks ago..."
Mother: "Well, I carried you for 9 months rent free and am on my menstrual cycle..."
Child: "Really mom? What is it with you and your ovaries and for those 9 months you didn't have to deal with that bicycle, tricycle thing."
Mother: "Pancakes ok?" smh...
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
What the hell type of person....
or organization pickets a funeral?
Don't get me wrong...there are certain types of people that should be burned at the stake but I can't understand what the concept of the following quote taken from the Huff Post Entertainment section:
The world has no short supply of idiots - and apparently some attend the Westboro Baptist Church.
Church to picket Sage Stallone's death
Don't get me wrong...there are certain types of people that should be burned at the stake but I can't understand what the concept of the following quote taken from the Huff Post Entertainment section:
"The Westboro Baptist Church, infamous for its organized pickets at military funeralsas part of its anti-gay agenda, is apparently targeting Sage because of his father's previous relationships.
"Adulterous dad brought wrath of God on son. #BloodOnDadsHands #picketfuneral #woe," Phelps tweeted, adding, "Tell @TheSlyStallone to mourn for his sins, not pimp out son's dead body to more proud sin!""
The world has no short supply of idiots - and apparently some attend the Westboro Baptist Church.
Church to picket Sage Stallone's death
Monday, July 16, 2012
Kindly explain....
How you feel you are entitled to anything from me (be it a meal, an explanation or a roll of toilet paper) when you give nothing in return? When I say nothing I mean - zero dollars, zero assistance, zero anything - except bitching about what you think I should be doing and how I should be doing it....
If I love you or think highly of you I will give you courtesy (by choice)...other than that you aren't entitled to a damn thing. I answer to myself, the God of my understanding and the laws of the USA. You may want to consider that the next time you question me, my choices or my actions.
Just saying.
If I love you or think highly of you I will give you courtesy (by choice)...other than that you aren't entitled to a damn thing. I answer to myself, the God of my understanding and the laws of the USA. You may want to consider that the next time you question me, my choices or my actions.
Just saying.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I am a...
Thinker...Now this can be both a positive (although I have yet to have a concrete example of this) and a negative. Being a thinker means I think about every action, choice, decision or plan I make - being a thinker should not be confused with being intelligent (although I am not completely dence). When I say I think about everything I mean I pick it apart to its smallest possible molecule; analyze effect and consequence.
Example: Who will this decision effect? How will this decision make a particular person feel? What will people say? What will people do? Will I be abandoned by people I care about because I made this choice? Am I making this choice for myself or based on how someone else will feel?
I have discovered over the years is that this doesn't really serve a purpose for me and find it ironic that many of the people whose thoughts and feelings I consider do not contribute to my life as a whole.
There is a saying that analyzing is paralyzing and I tend to agree because often I am just unable to come to a clear conclusion or decision. I am afflicted by this character defect called caring too damn much what others think. I often wish I can just throw caution to the wind (and on a rare occasion I may) but mostly I think.
I feel emotions to my very core - as deeply as they can go whether it is happiness, anger, insecurity, hurt, sadness or any other numerous feelings. I realize that this is why I think. If I don't think I will feel and I can't under any circumstance allow my feelings to dictate my actions without some thought. I am extremely empathetic and often consider the feelings of others to a fault.
I am a thinker; a work in progress and I am ok with that.
Example: Who will this decision effect? How will this decision make a particular person feel? What will people say? What will people do? Will I be abandoned by people I care about because I made this choice? Am I making this choice for myself or based on how someone else will feel?
I have discovered over the years is that this doesn't really serve a purpose for me and find it ironic that many of the people whose thoughts and feelings I consider do not contribute to my life as a whole.
There is a saying that analyzing is paralyzing and I tend to agree because often I am just unable to come to a clear conclusion or decision. I am afflicted by this character defect called caring too damn much what others think. I often wish I can just throw caution to the wind (and on a rare occasion I may) but mostly I think.
I feel emotions to my very core - as deeply as they can go whether it is happiness, anger, insecurity, hurt, sadness or any other numerous feelings. I realize that this is why I think. If I don't think I will feel and I can't under any circumstance allow my feelings to dictate my actions without some thought. I am extremely empathetic and often consider the feelings of others to a fault.
I am a thinker; a work in progress and I am ok with that.
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