Take It or Leave It

Folks just love to hand out advice. Sometimes we want it, sometimes we want to believe it and then there are the times when we want to rip the vocal chords from the very person trying to offer the fix.

Now some advice is universal:

Live and learn.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. (I am particularly fond of this little ditty)

Tomorrow is another day.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth. (I've never fully understood this one)

You get the point about universal advice - quick, mostly painless, to the point.

The other type of advice is a little more intricate but proverbial if you will:

It is not work that kills men, it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hardly put more on a man than he can bear. But worry is rust upon the blade. It is not movement that destroys the machinery, but friction. ~~Henry Ward Beecher

A loving heart is the truest wisdom. ~~Charles Dickens

To live is like to love--all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.~~Samuel Butler

So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key. ~~ The Eagles, "Already Gone"


I don't know that I give advice so much as to add encouragement or give blips of inspiration, only when asked of course. Just because my life is fucked up, doesn't mean I can't fix yours. So take it or leave it.

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Some days I feel so lonely. Today is one of those days.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
~ Mother Teresa

Happy Father's Day.

Love Story

I was watching Rocky Balboa. In one scene Rocky & Paulie visit the apartment that Rocky first walked Adrian home to. In the movie Adrian has died & every year whether on their anniversary or her birthday he relives their life. Visits the apartment, the pet store where he first saw her, takes flowers and sits by her grave. Endearing and tearful because he loved her and misses her so much. Which brings me to this blog post. What is the greatest love story ever told? One from the big screen, your parents or the one you're in? Maybe its something out of the norm, something like the love one may have for handbags, chap stick or Nikki Sixx. But I think those border on obsession. Obsession is not to be confused with love. Like a boy and his dog or a man and his car - those are love stories of sorts.

My grandmother told my granfather once - "if I die and you remarry I will sit on your head board every night". Love or slight dementia?

My greatgrandfather -once said of my great-grandmother who had passed away 8 years prior after (over) 60 years of marrirage - "I sure do you miss that woman. She was a fine woman and the love of my life". Loneliness or true love?

"They" say there is someone for all of us. We have no instruction manual or any GPS that points us toward that person. Just two people flailing around in the big world looking for something and have no idea what it is. When we find that person or they find us what story will we have to tell? A love story or a horror story?

Duh-Ooooh Over

Right now, if Robin Williams appeared to you as a blue genie and offered you a wish, but the wish was already chosen for you and it was for a life do-over would you take it? Would you undo every aspect of your entire life or only small parts? One big part or none at all? Would you study harder in school? Make the leap for college? Not smoke that first cigarette or take that first drink that led to many many more? Not make fun of the fat kid? Rekindle an old flame? Leave the shitty relationship you're in? Not have children? Have more children? Or maybe it would be something as trivial as not driving across loose sand?

I would definitely take the do-over. All those times I made my mom worry, I would undo everyone of them. When someone did something to me that I knew was wrong, I would not keep it to myself for fear of being seen as the one to blame.

All of the bad things I've seen, heard and been a part of doesn't define who I am today but are a part of me. I refuse to be a statistic but sometimes it's hard not to become a small one.

Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe our do-over starts then.

My First Award!

Eadyn is showing me some love!

Here are the RULES of this Award:

(1) Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
(2) Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
(3) Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
(4) Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting.
(5) Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
(6) Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
(7) Leave a comment on each of the blogs, letting them know they have been nominated.


Seven things you may or may not find interesting...

1. I have broken both of my thumbs. My left thumb 3 times.
2. I still own 6 Cabbage Patch kids & can name them all.
3. I've been engaged 4 times.
4. I was born on Christmas Day.
5. When I close my eyes under the running water in the shower I am afraid a shark face will come out of the shower head.
6. I've been in 7 automobile accidents - injuries from only three.
7. I could eat Hunts Snak Pak chocolate pudding cups until the pudding comes out of my ears.

Spreading the love...

1. Driven to Distraction
2. The Fragrant Liar
3. Frank (slept here & here)
4. The Majority of Two
5. Holy Crappers
6. Eat, Bitch & Whine
7. Things Men Say

Random Thoughts 4

Why do people get married? Moral obligation? Fulfillment? Security? Love? A big party? I use to think that little gold band had magical powers and I still do. Sometimes I wish I had a little (diamond encrusted) gold band on my finger.

Why are older women who like younger men called cougars? Why not a cheetah (because they are fast)? Or a raccoon (they wash their hands before they eat)? A mole (because they are blind)?

Why do dirty old men have to be just that? I was having dinner last Sunday at a restaurant that features interim line dancing. At the cue of certain songs, the staff kicks little "jigs" all over the restaurant. One particular table in the line of firing seated two older couples - probably teetering on the age of 60 for all involved. A dirty old man in the group had a front row view of said "jiggers". As the other guests at the table pretended not to notice the jiggly body movements of young girls in tight britches, the DOM stopped mid-bite to watch. With his perfectly coiffed preacher's helmet and thick figaro style gold necklace he licked his chops, curled his lip and arched his eyebrow at the booty beside him. Assuming the lady seated by him was his grand-baby grand-mama, she was completely oblivious to the blatant eye fucking going on as she was eating her steak. I won't lie, I often window shop but I would not dare do it with my beloved sitting right beside me and I surely wouldn't set my sights on someone young enough to be my grandson even if he had the dimples of Antonio Sabato Jr., the arms of a god...or was the smitten image of Nikki Sixx. (Chanting - eyes straight ahead, hands to yourself, eyes straight ahead, hands to yourself) Why, I'm a lady (a lady who uses the word fuck alot).

Overheard at Work

I possibly had my nose where it didn't belong or in this case, my ears.

"You ain't leaving me. I love you."