We are our language, but our real language, , our real identity, lies in inner speech, that ceaseless stream and generation of meaning that constitutes the inner mind---( L.S. Vygotsky, Thought and Language)
Any belief, which tends to produce passiveness, negativism and complacency, is debilitating...
Expression, never repression, is the function and life of man...
Mental quality, not material appearances, determines validity and reality...``
I'm taking a drug for pain--it's supposed to be a replacement for Bayer Aspirin--cause I don't want my stomach to rot out on me--until I'm finished with it--you know like using it--I usually get about 60 at a time..with two or three refills--it has removed the pain--it hasn't given me what I really need --some more get up and go--power or the will part that gets me up off my ass--because I have something to do--if I make myself do something--I get upset easy--mad like because some little mishap--or having to stoop over to pick up something I dropped--
Have you ever wondered what it is your kids do that let's them do what it is they want to do--I mean if your kids look profitable--and really you never have discussed what it is they do--I 've got a doozie--he want even tell me what he does at home all day--you can't get squat out of him--clams right up--like I'm the police or something--and checking him out--going to clean his greens--he's says he's coming out to the house today--can't wait to see if he does what he says he's going to do--usually doesn't do what he says-
Sort of mad daughter know I wasn't pleased with her performance yesterday--she was supposed to do something for me and she didn't and I was pissed--how can one show someone they are displeased--and make it count--does it really matter in the long run--
Bounty...from the French bonte, meaning goodness in general; an act of generosity, a gift...
I had a choice between watching the braves notice the little letter "b" I can't believe someone let's the braves exist the way they do--how sorry they are and when they do win I feel it's the luck of the draw--no skill involved--anyway and watching the Little League World Series--and guess which one I watched…Just get up there and blast away--home runs they don't even try to walk even if they can--thank heavens they got rid of Uggla--hate some of the ones they get rid of though--the coach has his problems..not like Bobby Cox--I understand--and I know every individual is different--but from where I sit he's a little unconnected like he let's his team members decide how they are to play and not him deciding to make them into a balanced club.. determined to better each and every player let's them be to individualistic… the Upton brothers every body is swinging for the bleachers--not a good idea--doesn't hurt when you're way ahead though--but when you need men on base there has to come a time when you either get a walk or a base hit--and the swing has to be a little more controlled…brief but it the truth..
Distinguish between good and bad company…
Don't be a slave… Make your possessions serve you, not the reverse...
Having my morning coffee and trying to think of enjoying my day--Robin Williams thing sort of blew my mind--can't say we were best friends--but he had been in side my mind once or twice as in thought when I was younger--of course we'll never know why he reached such depths as he did with loved ones all around--can't say I ever reached the depths he reached in drug use, friend use, or loved ones use--but we're all human at times and even tho I didn't know him personally I will miss him in a way you miss some-one not seeing them around…you know this thing about being popular--and you know he was--but hey how can anyone as seemingly as popular as a funny guy--not be happy--are the out side and inside of humanness so out of touch--I guess could get all over that statement--but where are they gone into other parts of the mind--or other fields--they just sort of dropped off--the face of the earth--mental hospital--where did all those people that were in those places go--h-mmmmm-
I can't believe all the killing and maiming going on in the world--it isn't getting any better--it just seems to get worst as far as the news is concerned--no one cares what or who's injured--my whole computer front page is totally full of bad damn news--and I have to sit through it--and see or read death and destruction--no way am I going to put up with that--I'll just get rid of the damn computer…of course I'm sitting in the U.S. and have not a care in the world except what I'm going to have when my next meal comes up--they show these war torn areas and these kids are standing around like they don't have any parents and their parents haven't got a clue as to where they are..what's happening people…I'm just flabbergasted --can't even imagine where this world is headed...
Well another hot day in the old town tonight--yesterday my daughter and her kids son and daughter-left here to go to Methadone clinic in Gainesville to do her bit to get off the ugly drug--they went ,she did her thing--as usual I was waiting around for the time she would get back--middle afternoon--but she had told me that they were going to try and go play tennis in the afternoon--kind of a shock but hey two kids--they'd never played tennis in their lives--but hey we have a park and I guess they have tennis courts--I can get into that--it started getting a little later than I'd feel comfortable with but she aaas doing O.K. and so I was giving her the benefit of the doubt--about this time the dogs started going nuts--my warning signals--I didn't really think anything about it--cause earlier the dogs were barking outside where I usually sit and when I got up--they had cornered a big King snake--and of course the Boxer and Dachshund was going after it raising all kinds of hell..I watched for about fifteen minutes and finally the snake moved o off into the higher grass and there were a few barks after that but the thrill had apparently worn off--and all got back to normally quite--well this next situation--when they were barking sounded like the kind of bark --hey there's someone out here and we're going to keep them in the car until you come out here--so up from my chair (lounger) I got --it's really getting hard for me to do things out of a chair--My legs and lower body just don't cooperate like they use to--so it really takes a lot for me to go to the backdoor but I did it--some man was sitting there in a black car-- I can't hear good either and some times when I alone I take out my hearing aide and just dwell quietly--so this was one of those occasions and so he had to yell but the dogs were barking (I talking 6 dogs now) and he was shouting finally I heard him say are you Corky and I said I was then I got a little closer--without my walker and it was tough but he said he was here early and George and Robert were bringing the truck--I had no idea what was going on--so I said thank you and came on back in the house--a little later maybe ten minutes--Ethan (Janet's son walks in and puts the keys of the truck back in the rack by the refrigerator and says he doesn't know what happened but Papa George was coming in and he would tell me what happened--Papa George is this huge guy--over weight about 110 pounds and he does come in and try to explain my own daughter to me…she told him she needed some gas and that she was supposed to meet a guy at Bojangles cause he owed her some money--well when they got there she let Papa George out at food Lion and then went on over to Bojangles--got her money and exchanged some pills for the money she was headed back over to pick up Papa George and all hell broke loose--three Police cars two separate Detectives cars came rushing in--and surrounded her in my pick-up truck--and she in the caboose as I write this--we're talking about a minor incident--drugs involved of course--and now after a night of tossing and turning I'm left in an after math--that has my attention--she is my daughter--the right and the wrong thing to do--drugs are here to stay--they are not going away--no-matter what the drug informant people think they are doing--but their has to be a distinction of the real drug dealers and their occasional sellers of drugs--because there is a difference--mainly in a minor category--and little drug dealers are not usually going to be big drug dealers--they don't have the connections--unless by some jump in their imaginations they get connected to the big boys and then it's a whole different story…the whole thing is history-- the part I don't particular care for is the lying and the deceit that she has to go through or should I say put her loved ones through--or are we loved ones…the craving for the drugs…the getting them…I not sure that it not like when I was young that I tried to buy pot--the same type of situation..the sneaking around..the meeting and the exchange.. of dope and money--the reality of which led to a high--
Getting ready to feed dogs my only job of the day--other things have dwindled down to nothing because I just don't want to do anything else but sit around and contemplate--you might say I just want to stay around and see what happens--like seeing what comes up--I think my whole life has been that way--I don't think I'm the type to go out and start something up--like generate something from nothing there's more here than meets the eye--
Usually around the house it's quite--but recently we had visitors--the natural kind ones that live on the outside periphery of my dwelling--being more specific timber rattler--was on my doorstep--a groundhog which was somehow in my garage, and a seven foot king snake--the biggest I've ever seen around here--just because a snake isn't poisonous doesn't mean you can go right up and look at it--and be friendly--cause when they rear back they will pop you--and it will leave a mark--that hurts--the ground hog was in the garage like I said--how it got there I have no idea--but I usually sit in the front of my garage--out just a ways from being inside it--adjusting my self where the sun hits my legs--and I can read or write--or sit there in contemplation looking out at the trees or the woods--but when he came I was shocked by the ferociousness of it and the same about the dogs--the racket made from both of them scared the heck out of me--well I couldn't sit there and listen to the growling and snarling that went on--finally I got up and found out exactly what it was--cause at first I didn't really know what it was--I just heard the dogs raising sand and the thing what ever it happened to be --going nuts--but if six dogs were after me I'd be going nuts to--I finally found it in a corner and it was not very friendly and wasn't going to be anytime soon--I decided to take all the dogs inside that night thinking with them not around the bugger would haul his fat butt out of there and go somewhere else--you know like give him an opportunity to get he heck out of there--next morning I got my notepad--books I wanted to look over and headed for my spot in front of the garage--well within two or three minutes the racket and noise was again unbearable and I realized the bugger was still there and didn't go anywhere--so I went back in the house--well to make a long story short the Dachshund got a hold of the groundhog and the other dogs joined in and that was that..I hate digging holes to bury animals so I cremated him--
Watching soccer on T.V. and wonder how they do it-- in such hotness--there are no fat people around soccer except in the stands--like in baseball you see these huge people sitting there watching stuffing--the soccer players in the foreign countries are great--yet in some of the countries I wonder how they got to be great cause I know there eating habit were controlled by how much money their parents had--but when they got into soccer I'm sure the coach and the league watched them carefully…I'm enjoying the playing and worrying about certain teams and feel sorry for others--when a team player gets a red flag--and the whole team get down one player--wow--it's hard to believe that they have to cover the whole field with only ten players--and in that heat--I can't believe that they don't try more shots just out side the box--maybe it's so congested--they can't--but it seems to me the header on corner kicks is the shot of choice--Americans want be playing much more not the way they played the last game--really disappointed--in what I saw--and with this new coach--I expected a hell of a lot more--the players did seem like they were in shape--but their thinking (or not thinking) and some of the reaction were bad--the shots on the beach and around the town I felt they were being censored--on the very first shot of the start of the programs they showed a beach shot with the bathing suits worn by the young ladies with their asses exposed--then there were no more of them--not that I wanted to see them but hey--why not--why have they started using more women on sports shows and talking sport shows--what are they supposed to add--what are the dimension they're supposed to add--football, baseball, men's and surely they can cover they're own sports and do a creditable job--without having to be involved with ours (men's)--next they'll be adding them in the booth...
Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises… Demosthenes
The secret of life is not to do what you like but like what you do…
In youth we learn, in age we understand..
I keep imaging that we as a nation are the best at what we do--then I'm always seeing on T.V. or the news how we've blundered--made mistakes--whose in charge here--the President--or whom--this prisoner exchange--5 for one--and now there's something stupid going wrong about this exchange--who is advising the President--what is he watching the finals in basketball and not paying any mind to what's going on--now we've got all kinds of complaints going on and another investigation--I'm sick of hearing about the Clintons--I sick of hearing from John McCain or whatever his name is--someone told me the other day what we need is another great white hope--and his suggestion was another Dwight Isenhour--I don't care whether I spelled his name right or not--yea all we need do is start going bass ackwards--great--some where accountability is going to have to come back in this world--the whites the blacks, the orange, the yellow, all colors--no matter the color, are going to start from scratch and be mature in what ever is going on--forget color--that can't be done--when you walk up to someone--and if you have eyes you know right off--but what can be done about it--nothing--just let the situation dictate--and move on--and go for whatever is needing attention…how in the name of heaven we've got ourselves into everybody thinking we are their saviour--I noticed where the President is asking for money so we can put more of our soldiers in Europe--great--another a "Billion" dollars--for starters--are we not over extended already and now here we go spending and spending…have the banks gone crazy--letting someone like us go on another spending spree--as individual spenders would or could you get more money if you owed as much--no--something is wrong here and we as a nation are still letting it happen--we are responsible even tho these idiots that we voted in are carrying us not forward but backwards…I'm disgusted, I'm sick of being thought of as a big somebody and really not even being stand up guy--talk about ripe for stopping all this--and face up to what we've got ourselves into..each politician has a plan--and once he gets in office--he's just another one of them--behind the eight ball--and glory bar the door for he just out there getting all he can get--staying low creeping around looking for whatever he can get away with--no matter who it hurts--especially if he can get involved with an interest in another country--cause he can hide whatever he's got involved with…and spend on whatever humanitarian project that pulls on the heart strings--whatever groups that get involved from the U.S. are also on the big payroll..sucking the tit dry…Rome--and the Romans taking care of business--all of it has just gotten to big and there's no-one trust worthy enough to watch over it all--with the right kind of attitude for our needs--and the people we are trying to help…we are going down hill at an alarming rate--we don't see it--but there are a lot of people who are beginning to feel it from the bottom up--what does that mean only time will tell and it want be good--
Natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence…
Yet my purpose in writing (one purpose), like the purpose of talking to people, is to demonstrate to myself that I'm not crazy...
Some arts cannot complete their destiny until they are exposed to the enemy…
Experienced man has no nature excepting the road he has traveled...
I turned on the computer this morning and there was a recall list on Dog treats--turned to the site was led on and on to no site in particular--after about five sites I got pissed off and said heck with it--I knew this was going to happen--you can't do anything in this world anymore without people who are after money trying to take advantage of every little incidence.. no mater what it entails..now they don't have to wait they are on your door step--next their 'll be a company saying they can put a stop to that for only x amount of dollars a month..so hold on to your wallet--cause it's on it's way...
Expect everything, I always say, and the unexpected never happens...
Now we're talking--can I believe what's going around --we can't keep our fingers out of other folks pie--do we as a nation have to get involved in everything that's none of our business..I don't care if a bird farts we get involved trying to figure if the wind made by that extra gust will make a difference in the over all involvement of wind channels in the Philippines--Have you noticed how yellow journalism is creeping into your homes already--Have you noticed how T.V. is adding more time on commercials--Have you thought about how watching sports is getting away from you--without paying the big bucks--and if you haven't noticed it's going to become less--in the fall--we're talking about what you aren't going to be involved in seeing--cause the SEC is getting it's on channel and guess whose going to be in charge--of it's pricing--with the internet they have waltzed right into my living room--and taken over--all I can do is watch--channel 420--is showing thou the way--when I got my package from the phone company--420 was included--and then when the Braves started playing all of a sudden special games were withheld and I sitting there waiting to see the Giants and Braves play--and up pops--you are not able to see this program because--which wasn't mentioned when I purchased the 420--channel--well folks it ain't over yet--it's going to get worse--I just can't wait to see how much more screwed we're going to get--anyway the T.V. companies can reach into your pockets is what's going to happen--they aren't through by a long shot…
I got up this morning after the night before was very exciting I didn't sleep a wink--all night long I was at them--what I was at--I have no idea just rambling--all over the bed , the house, and even outside, now you are probably in a neighborhood--whereas I'm out in the woods--I mean like when I go outside the woods are alive--creepers are crawling--night buggers are moving around--the skies are putting on there nightly show--and weird noises are bounding around--little owls are hooting and other little crawly creatures are busy with there general doings out there in the dark--and believe me folks I've got quite an imagination--especially when there's darkness around me--well anyway--I survived--but just listening--was about all I could take with my imagination going wild--with the wild--my trusty dogs were all around but they weren't much help all tangled around my legs and wanting me to pet them because there's no one out there with them at that time of night--and they thought I had come out especially for them--and their comfort--night time is still the right time--after I came back in-- at least-- I thought I had accomplished something--I could breath again--so I got back in the sack--and tossed and turned--got again had some cereal and strawberries--and oh you know that helped--boy did it get my digestive juices flowing and there was no hope for the rest of the night…I just put on my clothes and sat up thinking..one reel after another..with no hope of letting up..like I was on LSD and the trip wasn't going away…trying to stop it was impossible..free wheeling--and going somewhere fast--day time sure takes it's time when you're waiting on it to get where you want it to be...
Now what I want you to imagine--is living where I live out--20 to 30 minutes from the nearest anything--some you can and probably live even farther out--so just lay low and think for self and for those who can't even imagine living very far from a street light.. much less where darkness is a major factor…and life creeps and crawls by the slow process of the way it is…time is not of the essence and life is not to be denied… and dogs and your life are where you are meant to be when nothing else matters… outside in your world…cars, trucks, jobs, people, and your happiness are right in your front yard--where trees abound, leaves cooperate, and the wind is the only sound to disturb the contemplation of your existence--breathing, seeing and watching are compatible and the simplest thing you have to do is lift your coffee cup to your lips…move your eyes, and watch as leaves fall, dust moves, and one of your dogs dashes after a butterfly, hoe hum,
The quality of a person's life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence regardless of their chosen field of endeavor… Vince Lombardi
In the land of White Death: An Epic Story Of Survival In The Siberian Arctic By Valerian Albanov
The Long Walk by Slavomir Rawicz------Go figure by me
life is not fair--and if you figure life owes you something--and you don't owe anybody anything--you've got something more up you're ass than what you're worth--cause just you being where you are-- a lot of people before you had a lot to do with it--their death was even your gain--don't think you got where you are by your will and testament--your road was paved by loved ones who had to pay a price--of living until death did them their part--and a path was laid out by every death, every word, every breath, and every soul's worth that never made a sound in your favor…you rich and you poor have all made it easier for the next person who came up the hard way…so be easier on the next person you see..for we are all in this together...
I had the dogs to feed--at first I not the gracious feed--I make sure that the dogs let each other eat we have one big dog some kind of beast from Australia--don't know what kind but he eats anything that stays put for long--and he doesn't wait--he just puts his head down and goes for it--he does that in a fight --if he's going to have a fight--he doesn't wait for the bell he just like bulls his way into it--and no holds barred--if he's going to have at it--let's get it on--that's his attitude--if he's going to get out of the car--he's going out the window--if you can't get the door open hell let me out of here--I never seen anything quite like him..again I live way out so people think no one lives back here so they bring there un wanted dogs cats whatever and dump them--kind hearted me--accepts their rejects--I have a big heart so whenever a new dog comes he's usually starving, sometimes raving mad--and I have to introduce him and his ad ways to the other dogs who are also rejects--from God knows where--but as things do develop--we eventually all get along especially with my input which is mostly yelling until I have them all shaking in their respective boots--I hate it that I'm that way--I wish I could be the soft tempered person where love radiates all around me and they come and congregate around me and have their tongues hanging out wanting to please--but for some reason--I feel I have to be the bad guy or the prison warden who hands out or dishes out the good food--and police everybody until everyone leaves their bowl--'m sure with me standing around and giving all of them a tongue lashing doesn't help their digestive juices…but that's the way I am and they came here I didn't go out and get them--I do my best and spend quite a bit of money on their food especially since I want all of them to look good--
The books you see every once and while on this sight are not recommendations--they are books that have led me down paths I could never have reached without their guidance--and what I call help--or advice--or eye opening--I'm someone who needed an extra shoulder to lean on--one of those people you could have crushed on your up your latter of sanctification toward your goals of success--I have a small amount of hostility-towards people who--rush headlong into things without thinking about the consequences and caring less about who or what they demean or even destroy as they gain the top rungs of their endeavors--not really-- I wish you luck-- at times I like crushing ants also--especially after I found them in my favorite cookie jar--
Trudy --my wife in the arms Babe--I think this picture was taken in Athens, Georgia--Names Kings and Crawfords
I keep getting these call on the phone--I'll be right in the middle of something and the phone rings--I was brought up when the phone meant something--like whoever was calling had a good reason and it wasn't to sell you something--or give you grief--it was a family member or someone near and dear--so when I get to the phone it's a recorded message and I realize what a fool I've been even picking up the phone--giving up the important thing I was doing in that moment--of course, I have an answering machine--but at the moment my mind was busy doing what I thought was the most important thing but no for some reason I stop what I'm doing and go to the phone--it may have been a slight delay in my mind or it could have been I was thinking about the problem and lapsed for a minute and the phone ringing caused me to slip and let it take over..whatever the reason if you try to stop people from calling it's a whole new ball of wax--and believe you me it ain't worth the effort--just let the answering machine do it's job…and you want regret it-- not for one second…this is what the conversation was about--a gentleman on the phone was telling me that there had been some break ins in my neighborhood and he was going to have a gentleman in our area in the next couple of days and he could more or less set up an appointment with him so we could get together on a security system that would save me and mine a lot of trouble from the characters that were bothering my neighbors…how about them apples--hey I talking about I live way out--away from what most people would call--safety
again only people come out here and their lost--I'm beyond the woods--not capable of bounding from the tops of buildings cause there ain't any--only trees woods and the big sky---
I was watching a golf tournament on T. V. and as the golfer was taking a shot the camera was focusing on the ball but above the ball you could see a bunch of legs--under the rope that they used to keep people back--my God--I couldn't believe the size of those legs--it looked like they'd let the pigs out of the fat farm--I mean and I'm not just talking once cause that first time I started watching all the time and wow--what do you think I saw the whole fat farm was there--I mean every body I saw was from the waist down nothing but fat people--hey where do you guys get off being so huge--can't you get away from the trough--and how about the clothe's sizes--it can only be in America--then I got to see some tournaments in China--and guess what there was a big difference--next time you see all those rich guys playing golf just take a gander at those folks lining the fairway and see if you don't wonder about our country--and what the fat farm folks are going to do--when something big comes along--are they going to pay there way out of it or what--next thing you know we're going to start having gladiator events and if we haven't already--like fighting with no holds barred--the only thing missing is the thumbs down to kill 'em--
To get out of my house--we call the backdoor the front door and the front door the backdoor--in other words we have to go out to get to our cars and driveway out through the kitchen--our house survives by us going out that way--every time I go anywhere I stop and meander around the kitchen looking for roots and berries one might say--the next time or in my next life I will not have a kitchen any where near or far from the way in and out--it's to much of a temptation--going and coming--you can't go through a kitchen without foraging for something to take with you--it's not possible unless you're some sort of no food freak--also when I drink my coffee in the morning I notice I become very hungry--almost to the point where I fix food before I drink my coffee or I'll drink coffee while I fix breakfast--I'm a breakfast person--if I have a big breakfast and stay out of the kitchen I want eat again until dinner-and since I don't like to go to bed on a full stomach --I'll usually forgo--dinner and just about the time dinner should be over I go in the kitchen and fill up on junk…not enough to keep me awake but enough to give me indigestion…I quit drinking coffee around 3 to 4 o'clock--They say it takes coffee about six hours to get out of your system--so it want bother your rest--Is this true--or just another falsity--
I've got all this information that I've been holding on to for years--I had golf magazines I've had for years all the away back to the '60's and stacks of them--I kept trying to figure out how I could benefit by them--you know like knowing something nobody else did--I don't just mean one magazine of one sort--I HAD MANY MAGAZINES --from all different companies--Golf World, Golf Digest, and I can't remember the others --I tried to give them to the library but they knew me and just figured it was another one of those things they could do without--so I carried all them to the dump--it took two truck loads--and I noticed that I didn't take them all--I found more in the back of my library--I think I'll keep these--they are the ones that have all the swing sequences of the best golfers of the times--almost like that book by Ken Venturi where he showed each star and his swing and commented on them and gave his impression of what made their individual swings perfect for there build--I went to my library to find the book by Ken Venturi--but I just been relocating my books and I usually don't go out there unless it's raining or some form of bad weather--and tomorrow it's supposed to be raining so maybe I'll get things straighter out there and I'll come up with the book in question…it still hasn't rained the clouds keep moving in and out--and the skies seem to have decided to not let go of the rain…Macy has not been coming to the back door--and threatening us in any way--so she knows the weather is calming down
We put a mannequin in the garden today--to keep critters from bothering the beans and stuff we're growing down there--one of his arms was broken but we fixed it and hopefully the gentleman his name is Bruce--he's sort of effeminate and we're expecting big thing from old Bruce--the other things we're using is tim tops connected to a wire that goes all the way around the garden--every time the tops move or when the wind blows the tops hit on the wire and make a rubbing sound--last night the buggers stayed away from the garden--we'll see if Bruce makes any difference to the deer--my beans are at least 3 inches high and there at their prime as far as juiceness is concerned and I'm hoping they will be left alone but time will tell--Okra is up and deer and rabbits seem to cherish it--the last couple of years even with fox urine on it they still went for it...
You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can only decide how you're going to live…. Joan Baez
"Young at Heart" readers---Beatrice's Goat by Page McBrier
I've got to go out to my library--it's out near the garage--I'm looking for a CD that I've promised to mail to a friend in New Orleans--says she would like to hear "Motherland"by Natalie Merchant--what can I say about this CD--I enjoyed it--and do I recommend it--not on your life--reminds me somewhat of another singer--Janis Joplin not in her younger days but later on when one could say she was smarter--but then look what happened to her..
There are a few countries in the world that no matter what happens to them one would do best to stay out of--especially where people's lives are not worth a penny--at some point we're going to have to decide that our people's lives are worth more than the death that will surely follow--in the wake of going in and doing whatever is necessary in a country--that cares less about their people than to let things happen that another country has to come into and solve--where lives don't mean a thing and when boys are given guns and I do mean boys who grow up thinking that the guns in their hands are weapons to there future success in life--have no parents to speak of--and could care less who or what they shoot--only that they are are killing--when will we realize that we are targets for everyone's hate--and of course everybody wants us to come in with our people and all the money that entails--we clean up get our young people killed, pay for what we bombed and messed up and give over millions of dollars--to those who are the worst in their country to start it all over again--when are we going to say enough is enough--am I the only one who sees this--surely the people who are losing their sons and daughters can feel what I'm saying ---and for what do they lose them--it's not even defending our on soil--it's not even on our own land--we're interfering with another countries--business--we're doing our usual--busy body stuff--with no right what-so-ever at the cost of American Lives--mad--sorry
I've never seen a Die Hard movie--or one called Thor--my grandson introduced me to one today from Netflix--boy I thought the Bourne series were wild --Movies have certainly hit the high road--or low road--which ever one you think is best--the books I read are not in the same orders the movies I watch cause my grandson does all the picking and he's 15 years old--I guess we'll move into Iron man,Spiderman,and I haven't looked at our queue yet so I'll just hold on to my breath--and see what happens--he fixed our super tonight also--out on the grill--pretty tasty--of course I had to have several tums---for indigestion--feeling a little woozy now so I think I'll head for bed--
A long time ago my mother was in and out of mental hospitals from Asheville to Milledgeville ,Ga. back then you were talking about some heavy duty places--the dope they used to contain my mother was always in the beginning was so strong like they were experimenting to get the right dosage--but i mean we are talking zombie here--my daughter--is going thru drug therapy now and the way they go about is like she on speed--mother was like depressed--my daughter goes--like a lit firecracker--doing and can't do enough--my mother was lucky if she could walk a straight line without falling on her face--not in a drunken mood but one where she was almost not able to control her limbs--
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