Archive for January, 2014

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“Truth will always be truth, regardless of lack of understanding, disbelief or ignorance.”~ W. Clement Stone

For those of you who know me personally know that yesterday was my birthday.

It was a good day, by the evening time… it had turned into a wonderful day because I heard from the people that I was hoping that I would hear from in the evening. How I love them!

And the others who continue to fall short, did so again for another year. To absolutely no surprise.

But it was a good birthday.

I had been pumped up about for weeks. My mind was positive. And I kept thinking good thoughts.

So yes, I did have a good birthday.

Today though, I moved on. It was another day. And then somewhere in between 4:00 and 5:00 PM, my local time… my cell phone began to ring.

I had the shock of my life as I took several minutes in doubt, trying to establish who I was speaking with. Once I realized it wasn’t a joke… it wasn’t a prank… and this was real– I LOST IT!!

Being called by a big time celebrity for your birthday from out of nowhere IS a big deal. Dear GOD IN HEAVEN!! Wake up people!!!!!

It took me a while to calm down afterwards. My head spinning. My brain re-playing the conversation over and over and over again in my head. Stunned, shocked, and crazily in a daze.

A neighbor and I think we have it narrowed down to who was responsible for it happening.  It is a good theory. But one likely to never know the light of day.

I spoke to a few people online about it. They were of mutual admiration of this person.  Some supportive, the others hateful and a doubting Thomas.

HATERS ARE GOING TO HATE.

And it doesn’t matter who it was that called, I made sure that I knew who I was talking with… or potentially talking with. I actually wasted my personal time trying to figure it all out before I realized that it was all true. 1176532-12-1354311129051

If you don’t believe in miracles, then this story isn’t going to work for you. Nor will you believe it or anything else that I might tell you. If you do not believe that anything is possible then the same situation applies. You’ll never believe in anything is possible and will always be doubtful. And that could be because of greed, jealousy, or hatred. Whatever that may be.

I warned that 2014 was going to be different.  You obviously did not pay attention to me when I said that it would be different. And in this month of January, everything has been proven to be true. If you don’t believe.. you don’t have to. I mean, nobody is forcing you to do anything you do not want to do.

But I’m not going to care any more. So here’s to you!!

It happened. And since it was on my cell phone. I have the number from which they called. It could be a disposable phone. But I know what it was at least when they my number.

Gimme wings to fly.

Haters will hate.

And in addition, “never love but masturbate.” Which doesn’t make any other sense but rhyme. OR DOES IT?

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“A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.”~Victor Hugo

This really happened over on the blog from Author Jodi Ambrose:

http://jodiambroseblog.com/2014/01/27/what-the-shit-is-this/

I blew up and unleashed hell and couldn’t control myself.

Some say I was channeling the spirits of the might and the foul. I honestly don’t know what was going on. I just know that I was infuriated, and sympathetic to the lovely Jodi’s situation. I grew up with Cracker Jack, and the prize was the whole point of buying the stupid stuff. And now this?????

There was more to the exchange between myself and Jodi, but I put together the most important parts. And then came the comment at the bottom.

THAT HAS GOT TO BE THE BEST COMPLIMENT I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY LIFE!!!!!! 

And I had failed to see it until today. Yet: message received.

I’ve heard of people spraying drinkable liquids through their nose because they were drinking and laughing at the same time. I never have been told that my brand of commentary would be the cause of it.

That’s just a pretty darn good feeling right there.

 

 

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“A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. There will be sleeping enough in the grave.”~Benjamin Franklin

Here’s something for you heart-to-heart readers:

In 1842, a colonel in the Dutch cavalry, JWC van Gorkum, married a woman known as JCPH van Aefferden. The union was controversial — van Gorkum was Protestant and van Aefferden was Catholic.

Despite the prevailing culture at the time, the two remained married for decades, only separating when van Gorkum died in 1880.

He was buried in a cemetery near the Dutch town of Roermond called Begraafplaats Nabij de Kapel in ‘t Zand (“the cemetery near the chapel in ‘t Zand”).

Pillarisation was taken very seriously — each community had its own schools, media, and graveyards — and Begraafplaats was no different.

It took this segregation literally, with each religion having its own section. Van Gorkum was buried in the Protestant section, as would any other Protestant during that era.

But when van Aefferden passed away eight years later, she couldn’t be buried with her late husband; even in death, Catholics needed to stay with their own. While alive, she made her wishes clear — she did not want to be buried in her family tomb, and, instead, wished to be as close to her husband as possible.

The solution is her grave site. The two tombstones, separated by a wall and by religions, feature a pair of hands connecting over the brick divider.

So what do you think of this final arrangement? Let me know in the comments below. Also… would you do this for yourself and your spouse?

 

 

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“Why don’t the Grammys matter? Because it feels rigged and cheap – like a popularity contest that the insiders club has decided.”~Trent Reznor

So this year I had specifically decided to skip watching The GRAMMY Awards Show, on account that its just gotten totally lame.

But I got sucked into it towards the end, and believe you me … the person responsible for it shall have compensatory damages to pay. But all of that nonsense aside… I was honestly intrigued when I kept hearing that METALLICA was going to be performing.

So during most of the show, I kept the television muted because honestly there was nobody or nothing that I wanted to hear. I was not totally uninterested.

And then over the course of an hour and fifteen minutes, I kept track…. only THREE awards were given out. THREE, in seventy-five minutes. What the hell is going on here????

Between commercial advertisements that were of Super Bowl length and one after another after another of pompous live performances that just killed my IQ, only THREE Awards??

So there it was, the announcement and introduction of METALLICA and someone named Lang-Lang who was on piano.

METALLICA played their signature song “One” and this time performed it with a piano.

But they play this song differently live than on their album recording. There is… shall we say….. a change in lyrics?

Instead of “cut this life off from me!” …. when it is played LIVE, it is “cut this shit off from me!” and I knew it was coming.  fcc-logo_verge_medium_landscape

James Hetfield dragged it out and said “SHIT” but it came out more like “shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat” and the FCC failed to censor any of the word from its American audiences.

Seven second delay my ass!!

And that was a decision based on the famous “nip slip” of Janet Jackson at the Halftime Show at the Super Bowl a long time ago.

They couldn’t edit ONE cuss word that they knew was coming? That’s the way METALLICA has performed it for years and years and years.

Hell, METALLICA performed the exact same song in 1989 the exact same way, and got away with it there too! There’s YouTube videos to back that one up!!!

But to be fair, I did have one person on Facebook say that their television had cut it off at the end. But I personally heard it all and full.  metallica60

I was laughing, not honestly knowing if my tormentor was understanding the significance of this moment or even caring. I should have insisted no bathroom breaks, no getting up, or anything and made them suffer through the song as I suspect that they are not heavy metal fans. I could be wrong.

Pay back … you know what they say about it, my dear. MAYBE I……

Nevermind.

And in the end… Metallica played this song with the addition of a pianist and its getting mixed reviews by fans on social media.  They got away with cussing on television. And most importantly: METALLICA owns the FCC!!

 

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“For me, the wheelchair symbolizes disability in a way a cane does not.”~ Annette Funicello

I am, I really am. I don’t know whether to go on a rampage or cry my eyes out.

Or both??

I know that most men and their behavior stinks when they are amongst their own ranks. But for them to go public on a forum is … well, I don’t know.

Crazy? Stupid? Ballsy? Rude? Typical??

I don’t know. I just know that as a person in a wheelchair AND a male…. this pissed me off twice.

I could not believe it.

I didn’t even bother going through the entire list of pages of the forum’s posts. The more that I read, the angrier I became.

So yeah….

There’s nothing wrong with sexual attraction. None whatsoever.

And there’s a certain point of victory when someone in a wheelchair is the recipient.

But the comments left behind were so damned disgusting.

Have a peek:

http://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-9797.html

 

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There I was the other evening, having to contact someone that I hadn’t spoken to in over a year and that was by my own choice.

Nothing that I was overly proud of doing, since knowing that the person I had to contact had thrown me under the bus, then ran me over with a series of army tanks. But I was able to keep my composure until the very end and separate the point of my communication with them from my own deep hurt personal feelings.

When it had seemed that the business side of things was over, I slipped out of my mouth my curiosity if ever I and that person would ever be friends again.

And I remember feeling not all that sincere when I had asked. Still feeling or at least remembering the ragging burn that I experienced from their grand deception.

But they sensed something wrong. I mean after all, I hadn’t spoken to them in well over a year. And then they literally had the balls to ask if I felt that they had done or said something to wrong me.

I don’t feel that you did, I know you did!!!!!

A series of apologies came sprouting from their lips like the Bellagio Fountains of Las Vegas.

The first apology being:

Whatever it is that I did or said, I apologize. 

Umm, excuse me?!?!?????

That right there, is NOT an apology. That is a CYA.

That is “Oh shit. I did something wrong but have no idea what it is but I will apologize just to get this person to shut up.” 

Really people??

Sometimes the apology is just about as fake as the people who give them. The actually took no responsibility for their actions. Probably because they didn’t see any bad or negative actions.

They clearly had no idea to what I was talking about. And that told me that their dumb actions from long ago that I felt were wrong, they didn’t think that they had done anything wrong.

This actually caused the opposite reaction to happen. Instead of calming my doubts, my fears, my insecurities, and my questions… it re-fueled the anger and re-lit the flames that were once dead. Actually dead but then brought back to life.

The next thing that I knew, was them asking if sex would be something that they could do in order to make things better. Uhh. NO!!!!!

It was honestly no surprise to me that they were more than willing to talk about something else and change the topic as fast as possible. I could’ve talked about the most disgusting things on the planet, and they would have been more willing to discuss it than their faults that they had yet to atone for.

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I could categorize it as “If you have nothing good to say, say nothing at all.” but I do not think that fits this situation. What I do think is that this pre-emptive apology was quickly delivered so that they could gain something. Probably my forgiveness or probably just me shutting up about it and letting it go. But that didn’t work.

I’ve ceased communications again. And it appears as if there will no longer be any, for the rest of days.

I don’t get how people can think to apologize without knowing what they are doing it for. Or it might be that I do not understand how they think others will or should accept an empty sorry.

Sometimes I feel like these people should forfeit living on this planet. But then again, I am not the one to judge that.

So the next time someone is confronting you with an issue and you don’t know what they are talking about, ask them. More than likely since they gathered the courage already to talk to you about it… they will tell you.

Stop making empty promises of sorry and apologies. Act and be mature. Admit your mistake when you make one. Be sincere with others if you want them to be sincere with you.

 

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First things first, congratulations to the official release of “Last Goodbye” by BEAUTIFUL DISTURBANCE.

Having to wait until midnight for their acoustic music video was not so much the challenge, it was keeping my eyes for having tears again.

But its great music and its out now, so if you wanna know what I’ve been blubbering about, check it out:

So  on with the show now that the excitement is starting to calm down for the night.

COMPETITIVE EATING.

I have no idea why this came up to be a big thing with me as of lately, but one thing led to another I suppose.

I think that we’ve all heard or read stories on the news about how this contest was won by this person or how much this person ate and this record being broken. All done by competitive eaters.

For whatever reason, I’ve always been fascinated by this phenomenon. Because I don’t really know if I should call it a sport or a hobby or whatever.

I think though that for the people who do it, they would have to love food more than the average person. They would have to know so much about food and cooking to be able to be a better competitor.

I recall recently within the past few years a television program called “Man Vs. Food” and most of us may have heard about or have seen it. I kept thinking to myself even then… that I could do what he was doing. And to think that I could get PAID.

Until there was one episode where he was in different places that were local. Then he went to JUAN IN A MILLION. He took on the DON JUAN TACO CHALLENGE. Basically, he ate as many of the giant breakfast tacos that he could that was just stuffed and crammed full of potatoes and tortillas. And not a lot of anything else. I believe the record was seven. The host didn’t even come close!

And I thought that this was just a taco. Albeit huge. It was just a taco. I thought that for the longest time.

And then months later, my sister took me to JUAN IN A MILLION for a belated birthday lunch out. And that’s where I ordered TWO. Which I thought was a smart “test” being that it was only one-quarter of a goal to mark a new record.

I could barely finish 1¼ of a taco.

Sucker, that I was.

But I have pulled off other eating feats. I did swallow 62 Chicken McNuggets in an untimed and had no limits or rules. But I chunked down that many in approximately an hour and only ONE medium size drink. Give or take.

Never again. I didn’t touch another chicken nugget of any kind for two years after that. And now in 2014, my sister thinks I’m insane for ordering twenty.

A lot of people believe that the idea of competitive eating is a waste of food as well as unhealthy for the body.

So I don’t think that my career path is in this kind of eating. I’m actually an extremely picky eater to the point where people call me a bitch. Whatever!

It still fascinates me though. So I don’t mind watching the videos on the Internet.