Memorial Day23:20 May 30 2005
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Okay, so Happy Memorial Day to everyone. I hope that everyone is enjoying themselves this day of remembrance. I like to remember those heroes in our military and recognize them first and foremost. But, also I like to take some time and remember those loved ones I have lost in my life. My mother has been gone now for coming up on 12 years and 2 years before her my grandma. These two women raised my brothers and myself. I miss them dearly and wished they could have had a better life and perhaps a less painful death. My father, although undeserving, would be also someone to recognize. I don't remember him but he died about 7 years or so ago. Not a nice man when he was drinking and that is all I will say about him. He helped bring me into this world so for that I am grateful.
So, for all of you who hate their parents, remember this for me. They aren't going to be around forever and some may leave us sooner than we think. Make ammends while they are alive so you have no regrets. I did and am so grateful my mom and I were closer her last 5 years of life. Also, when researching your heritage it is so important to get as much info from your parents before they go. I have so many unanswered questions about my mom's side of the family and now there is no one to ask.
If you have any loved ones that are no longer with us please take a moment to reflect on the good times and remember them today of all days. Thank you for your time.
::steps away from the podium and wipes the tears away::
define success...21:13 May 29 2005
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I have written only a couple of forum posts because they always get dropped or rip'd. So, I give up. Instead I will write in my journal and maybe someone else can have better luck with my ideas for forum threads. I am not bitter, just unsure what I did wrong to whomever doesn't like me. I will not bother to mention any names, because it doesn't matter. They know who they are. I am a very nice person and seem to get punished for being so nice, I guess. Besides, that would just be juvenile.
Anyway, to the topic at hand. I always get a kick when someone tries to define success. That is nearly as funny as when people try to define normal and I am not referring to the webster's dictionary definition, either.
The answers I usually get almost always include the amount of money you make. Let me give you my definition for you the reader to ponder for a bit. My definition is simply in relation to happiness. It doesn't matter what amount of money that you make. If you like what you do and you are content with your own accomplishments and have little to no regret, then you are a very successful person.
I know very few people who love their job, unfortunately. I happen to adore and cherish what I do. I cannot imagine doing anything else that would please me more. So, in short, I love my job, I love my family and I am totally content with everything around me and all of my accomplishments. In my eyes, I am more successful than some rich person who hates their job, their families, and/or their life.
To each their own and people just find happiness because in the end that is what it is all about.
Peace, love and happiness to all.
Why Women are so Cranky....
03:24 May 25 2005
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We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find
that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so
bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training
bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on
our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along
with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone
crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular,
packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for
the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your
uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his
little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was
about.
Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers
and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over
Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we
learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking
our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have
Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we
pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam
in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the
mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all
the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop
screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push
(more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,
mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all
that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking,
jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their teen years. Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime
in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother
of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now
seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog
in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off
anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get
off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the
woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
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