Today we played in the sunshine. The same sunshine that has hid itself from our little farm for what feels like a year.
Today we went to Sonic for lunch. I love, love, love the ice at Sonic. The ice makes me and my Dr. Pepper extra happy. I know it's silly but that's just the way it is.
Today we went to "big" town to pick up my broken sewing machine. Again. As in, we were there yesterday to pick up said machine and pay big bucks to have said machine in working order. The sewing repair man must have thought I was dumb. The stitch sample was skipping stitches left and right. The man told me that was the way it was supposed to look. Really dude? Grr...
Today I am going to let out my frustrations at Tae Kwon Do.
Today I am happy for library interweb.
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Showing posts with label heart ache. Show all posts
You are what you eat...
Good day Citizens, today's guest blog is brought to you by Progressive policies, First Amendment Protection Insurances, and the letter Y.
Y is Dick Daring daring to trespass on Katie's divine blogosphere? Because she told me to. And I always do what she wants. That makes me a genius.
Now that my status as a Genius has been irrevocably established, I can now feel free to engage in Socratic Philosophy with My Fellow Citizens.
Y use the philosophy of Socrates?
Because (I know I must never begin a sentence with because, Mrs O'Fallon, but, (Mrs. O'Fallon being the Spirit of my 8th, 10th and 11th Grade English Lit teacher,
who severely disapproves of parenthetical writing, and I'm sure putting parenthesis in parenthesis has really got her bunched) anyhow I am not writing in True Paragraph Form, and that makes it OK)
because, Socrates always answered a question with a question; and in so doing avoided answering the question. Genius!
Y has my own Blog languished of late?
Y would Dick Daring dare be relegated to wacko fringe status by asking questions and or criticizing our newly, duly elected; by an overwhelming 52% majority of my fellow citizens, Obama Administration?
Who could oppose His message? Not I. Who can fault His rhetoric? Not I. I want to believe. I choose to submit to his leadership.
He opposes the demands by Corporate systems for little government intervention, opposes Wall Street's unequivocal support of free trade , opposes the super rich Elite's support for free international movement of capital, and opposes capitalism's support of individual wind fall profits.
However, I REFUSE to submit my intellect and my Liberties. Subvert them if you will, take them if you can, but Iwillnotsubmit.
Y would anyone advocate for less freedom? Y have free people throughout history chosen to live with fewer liberties? The answer is always the same, you know it and I know it.
Safety. Security. Painful realities deferred. In my ever so daring opinion, fear.
We cede our liberties on a daily basis. Little bits, nothing worth going to war over. I don't fight my managers when they say my freedom of speech does not exist at work, since anything I say at work can be construed as official policy. Stuff like that happens to us all the time. And we allow it.
Enough about me though, Katie asked me to Blog today because at breakfast I was attempting to put some perspective on $1,000,000,000,000.(I think I got that right, lets see six o's for a million, three more for billion, and then...).
As in the Bush Administration initiated, Obama Administration advocating, Trillion dollar stimulus plan.
Came up with some interesting things while researching this.
A one thousand dollar bill, laying on the side walk in Tokyo would not be enough to buy the space it occupied. It was once said that Bill Gates generates so much wealth every moment that he would lose money taking the time to stoop and pick that $1,000 bill up. One Trillion dollars is equal to $1,000 bills, stacked one atop another to a height of 72 miles.
Or altitude, since Space is only 6 miles away!
Ladies, consider this- (if I haven't already lost you as an audience). Think about spending $1,000,000 a day.
Every day. Since Christmas. Could you finance your own island paradise, complete with complacent manlings to do your every bidding?
Oh, and by the way, I don't mean last Christmas, I meant to say the first Christmas, in Bethlehem, 2,008 years ago. One million dollars a day, and coincidentally, 70 years left in the old check book.
I love America! All that money is generated by good old honest folks, going to work, doing their business, every day. And paying their taxes. Which, apparently, the architect of our $300,000,000 Bailout (buyout?) of America's 'to big to fail' banks, chose not to do. Still, our new Treasury Secretary is the only person in America capable of distributing $1,000,000,000,000.(I think I got that right, lets see six o's for a million, six more for billion, and then...) Because his plan worked so well on the first plan called TARP: you know Troubled Asset Relief Plan.
I think they called it tarp 'cause that's what you need to cover up such a stinking pile of manure!
Time to face reality folks.
Government control of the financial markets, setting up a Bank of the United States, (in addition to the Federal Exchange Commission) Government purchasing controlling interest in corporations and then setting controls is FASCISM.
I know that's not what our brilliant people in our government and media call it but that is what it is. If fascism, or socialism or an Island Paradise, is what you want in America, lets debate that, choose a new path and get on with it.
Don't package it as something else,tell me to swallow it whole, and hurry up about it so we can all save ourselves from ourselves.
Uber genius G.W. Bush says we need to abandon the principles of capitalism to save it. Riiight. Obama say's it's time for a change. All of this crap has been said and done before. Awe inspiring government spending didn't end or even shorten the Great Depression, but WWII sure did. Anyone up for another one of those?
Our economic slide is not Obama's fault. Nor is it W's. It's ours. We borrowed the money, got the interest only loans and refinanced our homes to buy vacations and Ski Doo's. WE ate too much and and now WE have a bellyache. Pepto and time will cure it. Instead we want to mortgage our childrens future to pay for the doctor to give us a stomach pumping, or tracheotomy, or a new lawn on the Capital mall. Anything to end the suffering.
My parents survived the Great Depression. So can we, if we must.
.
The question is, what kind of bitter pill are we willing to swallow so we can avoid it?
Truly and Sincerely yours,
Dick Daring
All photos courtesy of Google
Y is Dick Daring daring to trespass on Katie's divine blogosphere? Because she told me to. And I always do what she wants. That makes me a genius.
Now that my status as a Genius has been irrevocably established, I can now feel free to engage in Socratic Philosophy with My Fellow Citizens.
Y use the philosophy of Socrates?
Because (I know I must never begin a sentence with because, Mrs O'Fallon, but, (Mrs. O'Fallon being the Spirit of my 8th, 10th and 11th Grade English Lit teacher,
who severely disapproves of parenthetical writing, and I'm sure putting parenthesis in parenthesis has really got her bunched) anyhow I am not writing in True Paragraph Form, and that makes it OK)because, Socrates always answered a question with a question; and in so doing avoided answering the question. Genius!
Y has my own Blog languished of late?
Y would Dick Daring dare be relegated to wacko fringe status by asking questions and or criticizing our newly, duly elected; by an overwhelming 52% majority of my fellow citizens, Obama Administration?
Who could oppose His message? Not I. Who can fault His rhetoric? Not I. I want to believe. I choose to submit to his leadership.
He opposes the demands by Corporate systems for little government intervention, opposes Wall Street's unequivocal support of free trade , opposes the super rich Elite's support for free international movement of capital, and opposes capitalism's support of individual wind fall profits.
However, I REFUSE to submit my intellect and my Liberties. Subvert them if you will, take them if you can, but Iwillnotsubmit.
Y would anyone advocate for less freedom? Y have free people throughout history chosen to live with fewer liberties? The answer is always the same, you know it and I know it.
Safety. Security. Painful realities deferred. In my ever so daring opinion, fear.
We cede our liberties on a daily basis. Little bits, nothing worth going to war over. I don't fight my managers when they say my freedom of speech does not exist at work, since anything I say at work can be construed as official policy. Stuff like that happens to us all the time. And we allow it.
Enough about me though, Katie asked me to Blog today because at breakfast I was attempting to put some perspective on $1,000,000,000,000.(I think I got that right, lets see six o's for a million, three more for billion, and then...).
As in the Bush Administration initiated, Obama Administration advocating, Trillion dollar stimulus plan.
Came up with some interesting things while researching this.
A one dollar bill measures about six by three inches.
A one thousand dollar bill is ironically the same size.
A one thousand dollar bill, laying on the side walk in Tokyo would not be enough to buy the space it occupied. It was once said that Bill Gates generates so much wealth every moment that he would lose money taking the time to stoop and pick that $1,000 bill up. One Trillion dollars is equal to $1,000 bills, stacked one atop another to a height of 72 miles.
Or altitude, since Space is only 6 miles away!
Ladies, consider this- (if I haven't already lost you as an audience). Think about spending $1,000,000 a day.
Every day. Since Christmas. Could you finance your own island paradise, complete with complacent manlings to do your every bidding?
Oh, and by the way, I don't mean last Christmas, I meant to say the first Christmas, in Bethlehem, 2,008 years ago. One million dollars a day, and coincidentally, 70 years left in the old check book.
I love America! All that money is generated by good old honest folks, going to work, doing their business, every day. And paying their taxes. Which, apparently, the architect of our $300,000,000 Bailout (buyout?) of America's 'to big to fail' banks, chose not to do. Still, our new Treasury Secretary is the only person in America capable of distributing $1,000,000,000,000.(I think I got that right, lets see six o's for a million, six more for billion, and then...) Because his plan worked so well on the first plan called TARP: you know Troubled Asset Relief Plan.
I think they called it tarp 'cause that's what you need to cover up such a stinking pile of manure!
Time to face reality folks.
Government control of the financial markets, setting up a Bank of the United States, (in addition to the Federal Exchange Commission) Government purchasing controlling interest in corporations and then setting controls is FASCISM.
I know that's not what our brilliant people in our government and media call it but that is what it is. If fascism, or socialism or an Island Paradise, is what you want in America, lets debate that, choose a new path and get on with it.
Don't package it as something else,tell me to swallow it whole, and hurry up about it so we can all save ourselves from ourselves.
Uber genius G.W. Bush says we need to abandon the principles of capitalism to save it. Riiight. Obama say's it's time for a change. All of this crap has been said and done before. Awe inspiring government spending didn't end or even shorten the Great Depression, but WWII sure did. Anyone up for another one of those?
Our economic slide is not Obama's fault. Nor is it W's. It's ours. We borrowed the money, got the interest only loans and refinanced our homes to buy vacations and Ski Doo's. WE ate too much and and now WE have a bellyache. Pepto and time will cure it. Instead we want to mortgage our childrens future to pay for the doctor to give us a stomach pumping, or tracheotomy, or a new lawn on the Capital mall. Anything to end the suffering.
My parents survived the Great Depression. So can we, if we must.
.
The question is, what kind of bitter pill are we willing to swallow so we can avoid it?
Truly and Sincerely yours,
Dick Daring
All photos courtesy of Google
Muddy water
Friends, to say that this has been a rough week would be an understatement. I wish more than anything that I had some happy news...
On Monday I learned that my sweet friend Summer had been hospitalized with an enlarged heart. The doctors said that this could be a rare condition that occurs sometimes after one has birthed a child. OR. It could be that her cancer had returned and attacked her heart.
Summer passed away yesterday afternoon. She was 28.
Last year Summer found out that she was pregnant and had Stage 3 (I believe) Lymphoma all at the same time. After having to terminate a much wanted pregnancy, Summer began chemo. Summer had an amazing attitude. She was sure that God would use her cancer in some great way. And he did. Through Summer's amazing faith, many people were brought to the Lord, including her husband. Months later she was given a clean bill of health. Summer and her husband decided to try for another baby. Summer had a beautiful baby boy 3 months ago.
There is so much more to Summer's story this little blurb doesn't do her justice.
I was one of thousands who prayed daily, asking God to heal Summer. I am heart broken and angry, yet I am nobody. What must her family feel? Her young husband, who will now raise a toddler and a infant on his own, what must he feel?
God says that: "My ways are not your ways" but what the heck??
I feel as though the water has been muddied and I am eager to see what good will come of this. For now my heart is broken, as are the hearts of many others.
On Monday I learned that my sweet friend Summer had been hospitalized with an enlarged heart. The doctors said that this could be a rare condition that occurs sometimes after one has birthed a child. OR. It could be that her cancer had returned and attacked her heart.
Summer passed away yesterday afternoon. She was 28.
Last year Summer found out that she was pregnant and had Stage 3 (I believe) Lymphoma all at the same time. After having to terminate a much wanted pregnancy, Summer began chemo. Summer had an amazing attitude. She was sure that God would use her cancer in some great way. And he did. Through Summer's amazing faith, many people were brought to the Lord, including her husband. Months later she was given a clean bill of health. Summer and her husband decided to try for another baby. Summer had a beautiful baby boy 3 months ago.
There is so much more to Summer's story this little blurb doesn't do her justice.
I was one of thousands who prayed daily, asking God to heal Summer. I am heart broken and angry, yet I am nobody. What must her family feel? Her young husband, who will now raise a toddler and a infant on his own, what must he feel?
****
God says that: "My ways are not your ways" but what the heck??
I feel as though the water has been muddied and I am eager to see what good will come of this. For now my heart is broken, as are the hearts of many others.
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