i am in the middle of an emotional and financial tornado. The financial side can be addressed; however, the emotional side lashes me to the ship lost at sea in a night storm. I support my Mother as she cares for a dying step father. What is that? You watch the road to where you will be taken next. The love I want forever is setting after twelve years of bliss. The book will spare the details.
You pass 40, 50, and you're a fossil. People remind you of that fact.
Such a life. To dream is what is left and take action to fulfill those dreams regardless of the surroundings. I'd rather be lost in a book
where my mind can bathe in new ideas, images, and the sounds evoked.
People are pretty much all the same when it comes down to it. Families, kids, and the getting through life's roller coaster.
I parked my heart aglow and shimmering from the brightest star and she took the hook, line, and sinker. The joy was more than could be believed until money got in the way.
We all will leave this crazy planet, what with it's allegators, and little girls, apple trees, the Dow, and War.
Keep your sunny side up.
TWISTER! Just look at it's enormity What other power on earth could rival such a force where Mother Nature is furious.
A Goliath mushroom spinning 200 miles per hour. Anielating
everything in it's path.
I would say the ocean. The Typhoon, or Huricane which are the Tornado's brothers and sisters.
I cannot image what horror something like this evokes rolling into a town of people.
Small children at school being herded into a hallway with a small groop taken to a bathroom instead because a teacher felt it wold be safer. The tornado took off the roof but spared the children in the bathroom while those in the hallway perished.
I hope that I never experience such a disaster, or earthquake. There have been two earthquakes in our city at wee hoiurs of the morning.
Nothing like you would see in California. But I thought of what it might mean to have a severe quake.
Oklahoma has been ravaged. If it happened to you where you lost your home to the degree only a field is left.
Okay here's an example of my deterrant to teerrorists and crazy murderers.
Havn't followed this case but what I understand this woman executed
a young man with
a gun and cutting his throat.
I'm sorry there is no mercy here, and certainly there shouldn't be money spent to house and feed her as she helps others, grows hair for cancer victims, la de da, and from what I understand marries some other inmate. Nothing like having an agenda, an intimate friend, while your victim is already rotting.
The Chinese like a bullet to the head. Too good for this monster.
If we had stricter and more amazing death benefits people would think,
trust me. This so pathetic, just imagine the act of what she did to the
young man. This is a short post, I've already wasted to many words on her, and time.
DaVinci's mind is simply staggering. I bought his notes and THOSE are mind boggling. Boggling in the sense that that man was every man. His knowledge or thirst for it were insatiable.
I find this picture nothing short of amazing. A pakidurm saves a feline. You can't script this stuff. I've see
the horse in the river/flood
with a small dog riding on its back. How does this occur?
It's the EMS OF THE animal kingdon. We should all take the example. There are many stories of helpful dogs and and the things they do in the home and in the field.
This is the wild kingdom's version the Good Samaritan. Humans can be far less shallow. My basement flooded which is quite an odysee
by itself.. I needed a few parts from the hardware store and walked the length of the LOEWS to make my purchase and book out of their. The cashier forgot to give me the dollar in change. Didn't apologize, and then someone mentioned she might not get a break she launched into a bitching tirade.
Animals are mudh cooler.
No matter how bad your day/life seems it pails in comparison to Radio's. But he doesn't realize it. He loves his Mother like we all do, and loses her. His true champion, support.
My GF is in depression, my basement flooded, my car is
f d up, i work 80 hours a week just to survive and that tale is
not pretty. My parents are slipping away, brother in law is a cardiomyopathy hypertrogh and his wife is my sister who is like Radio. I just couldn't image living life in that body, with what God has given for a mind.
The movie is briliant, and heartwrenching when you see people pick on Radio. Cuba carries it off with about as real as it could possibly get.
I've seen some spots on the internet saying he shouldn't gone
"full retard" My God, really?
A little while back I wrote about Gene Stahlings' boy who had down syndrome. They wanted to put him into an asylum but Stahlings wouldn't have it. His son was a great teacher and beloved member of the football team.
When things tighten up, as they will, think of Radio.
Amazing Story of a Mother ...Mom's love is great .
When Carolyn Isbister put her 20oz baby on her chest for a cuddle, she thought that it would be the only chance she would ever have to hold her.
Doctors had told the parents that baby Rachel only had only minutes to live because her heart was beating once every ten seconds and she was not breathing.
I didn’t want her to die being cold. So I lifted her out of her blanket and put her against my skin to warm her up. Her feet were so cold.
It was the only cuddle I was going to have with her, so I wanted to remember the moment.” Then something remarkable happened. The warmth of her mother’s skin kick started Rachael’s heart into beating properly, which allowed her to take little breaths of her own.
We couldn’t believe it – and neither could the doctors. She let out a tiny cry.
The doctors came in and said there was still no hope – but I wasn’t letting go of her. We had her blessed by the hospital chaplain, and waited for her to slip away. But she still hung on.
And then amazingly the pink color began to return to her cheeks. She literally was turning from gray to pink before our eyes, and she began to warm up too.
The sad part is that when the baby was born, doctors took one look at her and said ‘no’.
They didn’t even try to help her with her breathing as they said it would just prolong her dying. Everyone just gave up on her,” her mom remembered.
At 24 weeks a womb infection had led to her premature labor and birth and Isbister (who also has two children Samuel, 10, and Kirsten, 8 ) said, “We were terrified we were going to lose her. I had suffered three miscarriages before, so we didn’t think there was much hope.” When Rachael was born she was grey and lifeless.
Ian Laing, a consultant neonatologist at the hospital, said: “All the signs were that the little one was not going to make it and we took the decision to let mum have a cuddle as it was all we could do.
Two hours later the wee thing was crying. This is indeed a miracle baby and I have seen nothing like it in my 27 years of practice. I have not the slightest doubt that mother’s love saved her daughter.”
Rachael was moved onto a ventilator where she continued to make steady progress and was tube and syringe fed her mother’s pumped breastmilk.
Isbister said, “The doctors said that she had proved she was a fighter and that she now deserved some intensive care as there was some hope. She had done it all on her own – without any medical intervention or drugs. She had clung on to life – and it was all because of that cuddle. It had warmed up her body and regulated her heart and breathing enough for her to start fighting.
At 5 weeks she was taken off the ventilator and began breastfeeding on her own. At four months Rachel went home with her parents, weighing 8lbs – the same as any other healthy newborn. Because Rachel had suffered from a lack of oxygen doctors said there was a high risk of damage to her brain. But a scan showed no evidence of any problems and today Rachel is on par with her peers.
Rachel’s mom tells us, “She is doing so well. When we brought her home, the doctors told us that she was a remarkable little girl. And most of all, she just loves her cuddles. She will sleep for hours, just curled into my chest. It was that first cuddle which saved her life – and I’m just so glad I trusted my instinct and picked her up when I did. Otherwise she wouldn’t be here today.”
What is it about a melody, the riffs, bars, teble cleffs? The singer's smokey voice, the smooth Andrew Bocelli, the rocker, country singer, symphony?
I love this Christmas ball made at the Art Institute in Indianapolis. As it turns a story continues.
Symphonic music stimulates our brains, or so the Super Learning people clam of barooque music. We need more modern day composers but no one can match the masters.
How about Andre Bocelli, a blind tenor how sings as though the finest wine leaves his soul and pours it into ours. I must say the grundge music of heavy metal leaves me hope that I can some day become a rock star.
So much music and signing, coming all the time and what is interesting is there room for so much more.
I have become a Keith Urban fan, the guy is more ballad singer than
country star, and he married Nicole Kidman. Now there's a love match
you would never expect. He was shy with her, imagine
A derivative work
I have seen many open heart operations, and the Open Heart Operating Room is like theatre.
So much is going on in the room. The perfusionists are working their machine while the surgeon works to replace coronary arteries harvested.
The heart surgeon is a cut above. He has your life in his hands at all times. The surgeon is usually a little more serious than most others but not always.
To allow yourself to be put to sleep knowing that there is a chance you cannot awaken.
Now let's think of the heart surgeon in a different manner. Would you go to a heart surgeon with a 60% failure rate? I know the answer. Why would you get married when the odds are 60% the marriage will fail? You base your life on an emotion. Marriage is about title, property, houses, land and money. No wonder the bride is happy, she's just landed the hooked fish. If it doesn't work, it it time to cash in. Wow. My exwife is not aging too well. Some people have the disposition of an onion, a sour grape, and they don't change.
I have evolved into thinking living together sets up the scenario two people remain together because they want to stay. They will work
on the relationship.
The Art of Seduction, Robert Greene
From the time we're born we're attracted to the opposite sex. The drive is so strong, the pull so great we become second seat to most everything else.
This work is a derivative that has been adapted to another life with changes to the girl's hair.
Girls chase you know. Boys do, but they should let the girls do it. Remember the lioness and lion....who's picking who?
My first crush was in the second grade. I pulled a very impressive move and tripped her while running in a pack of wild crazed kids at school on the play ground. It produced a knot on her forehead the size of a que ball, then her Dad had to come to school to pick her up.
Any interest in me was lost when the pony went down to the concrete walk in a flash. Tragic, but probably God's way of sparing me the match. It could have been a disaster, so he hurt HER instead of me.
I saw where Anjelina had a mastectomy. Never been a great fan of hers
but i was so saddened at the length this person has gone to avoid cancer. She is beautiful and talented, and caring, and I hate to see people like that hurt so badly. I'm not a big breast guy, I mean we all love them (another ritual of life) but they represent Power according to
Monica on Friends. She's right.
Aw look at all the lonely people. Way too many. The world is a ghetto
and we suffer it.