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12.16.20
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CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY

I spent a lot of time this morning working through some friendship issues…..TOO DRAMATIC. I used my time this morning centering myself and releasing my attachments to outcomes and reining in my ego. My ego thought it was going to be a great day because I was loaded for bear and I felt very satisfied in my indignation and my anger. My small self was able to go along with my tirade all the while feeling justified and right…it did feel good but only because I have a long history of feeling justified in my fluent vocabulary and my rage. When “it” is what I know, it just feels right.

Before the exhaust completely dissipated, I was able to sneak a peak at Twitter. Just for the record, my sneaky peak is only sneaky in my own volume of personal rules. I was once again feeling understood because again I find that most of my Twitter feed agrees with me…(follow/unfollow is an excellent way to always be assured I am right)!

I give myself (my ego) some space and kindness because I’m still a student learning about living in this moment and seeing everyone as a beloved with different perspectives due to their experiences along their journey. 2020 has been a great teacher and the election has allowed me to feel some relief, some hope for the future while allowing me to understand these last four years were needed for me (us) to realize how low we could go.

Like everyone else, I vote for the person(s) I think will most certainly govern with the best interest of the schools, city, county, state, United States…usually it all works OK even if I am not in agreement with particular decisions. My thought has always been what damage can REALLY be done in two years, four years.

Now that we are nearly through 2020, which in hindsight seems we should have had more vision, but now that some (not all) of us have survived the year and the Trump administration/regime, I sum it all up by saying…I haven’t really changed my political opinions….but I have been changed…we haven’t just gone through a political process…. we have experienced Crimes Against Humanity. We must heal what brought us to the huge divide…and turn within to love and protect each other.

Namaste

05.19.15
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Neighborhood mowing day etiquette, garbage day etiquette, social media etiquette….

I’ll begin by saying..ya…I know…I need to find something to do today if I have time to think about these things…

I haven’t lived in a neighborhood setting since I was a kid – around 18.  Living in the country on 2 1/2 acres you just mow your grass when you want to mow it.  For those of us with weeds, creeping charlie and no lawn service, you mow your grass when you don’t like the dew on your bare ankles or when you know that when you wake up in the morning, it is just too long to mow and you need to get Farmer Green to come over with the John Deere.

Even growing up in a neighborhood, our yard was landscaped on Carter’s adjoining yard and it was a steep hill down to where Shaffer’s yard started so the line of who has mowed and *ahem who hasn’t mowed was not that noticeable.  But NOW…now I live in a neighborhood where all the front yards on the street are level.  So when Dave or Robbien mow, and we don’t, it looks horrible…same on the other side.  Right now the Brown lawn and the Adamczyk lawn is about the same height but Loren’s on the south side is a bit longer…and this quite frankly bugs me.  I’m not bitching because Loren’s lawn looks a lot better than our lawn but I’m just saying’.  We need to all mow on the same day!

Which leads me to garbage day – today.  This is different too.  The one man truck comes by with his little iron helper attached to the side.  He picks up the can – engineers the iron helper up to dump it then sets it back down.  It’s kind of an event from where I came from.  When I take my walk on garbage day, is it okay to pull each neighbor’s garbage can up by their garage door?  It just seems like a right neighborly thing to do and no one will really know who is doing it so it would appear they have a garbage fairy.

….and my last thought of the day.  I’m friends with a lot of tech savvy friends.  Ya…they accept my friendship.  A lot of my friends crosspost – whether it is on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, google+ or Tumblr.  So when things are cross posted – is it expected that you hit the heart or like button on every media?  Or are my friends just thinking – ya, ya…I know you love the picture – find something to do…or are their feelings hurt because I haven’t liked their picture because they haven’t been to one of their other pages to see that I liked it there.  Kate …. you were right…it’s kind of exhausting.

Until next time…..

08.26.13
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What is up with the tongue

The other day someone mentioned in a blog that they wondered what is up with puckered lip pictures? ..the ones puckered to look like they are ready to kiss a 2 year old…are these lips supposed to represent kissable, sensual lips?  Someone else mentioned that they thought they were porn star lips?  Now I’m noticing them too.  I don’t dislike puckered lips as much as I dislike tongues.  Miley Cyrus and her tongue pictures made me cringe after her ridiculous showing on the VMA awards Sunday night.  I didn’t watch the rewards show but who could miss the talk about it on the internet and twitter this morning.  I mentioned on my facebook page that the tongue looked like it had some type of fungus or coating of which she may want to seek medical attention for some antibiotics.    Her twerking was a little bizarre but it was just bad taste and attention sexual seeking.  Sure what man isn’t going to want to see that twat shaking around at eye level….but seriously – they are a dime a dozen…nearly 1/2 of the population has them.  It was her gyrating and dancing and strutting totally off beat which made me feel really sorry for her.  She has a reasonbly good voice – but down the road, she will probably only be remembered for her lack of musical beat and the attempt to shoot her into fame with what her manager must think is sex appeal and talent..A Madonna or GAGA she ain’t.

Until next time….