God: “Phew, looking down on earth and seeing the United States and seeing my loved ones flying to poles. Ohhhh wait, polls. I’m scratching my cranium over that.”
Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, we vote down here.
God: Strange, when those who believe in Me and my creation, there is no need to vote.
Jan, the Daily Reporter: Tonight is the BIG ONE! The red vs the blue!
God: Huh? Colors? My eyes don’t see color. Red, blue, black, white, green or pink, nor brown. My eyes and heart can only see humanity as one color.
Jan, the Daily Reporter: For some reason, the human palette sees many colors, like a coat of many colors and the human race that you created is having trouble getting past diversity.
God: Well ahem now, not my intent. The creation I desired was for nature to be colorful and man and woman were to follow suit in uniformity without animosity.
Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, I hate to be the first to tell you, it isn’t working out that way. There is much division. Here comes the colors again, Red~Republicans and Blue~Democrats on this election night. Many people of color, white, red, black and brown are hopefully voting. Voting for righteousness and solidarity. There is a wedge causing a crevice that seems to be getting bigger of discord. How can man, woman and child reconcile?
God: Stop. Regroup. Pour yourselves another! Coffee, Tea, Milk, Kentucky Bourbon or have more of Me.
Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well, I’ll drink to that! Choosing you. Moving along, let me ask your thoughts about illegal immigration.
God: I was an immigrate in many lands that I journeyed. There were those that fed Me. There were those that clothed Me. I was very thankful for the hospitality as many hope to be upon entering a new land. Although, sojourns are only temporal. They must follow the laws of the land.
Jan, the Daily Reporter: Now I know you won’t understand this, ooops, relying on my own understanding and forgetting your understanding above all, its time to move along to get to CNN to see the tallies. It’s a busy night earth time. I believe you are with us all and ALL the authorities of this land. We hope to choose wisely for this land but we can only hope for your Providence on this night.
Another year gone past and again, Fathers Day There is so much I’d like to say It could be an essay, but you have gone away To the Heavenly Broadway.
Many barbecues at beaches and celebrations Many alterations to our family generation We haven’t forgotten the loving and caring While you were here.
We have not forgotten the loving and caring we learned for each other now that you are gone from earth We know you are there with our Heavenly Father Who celebrates Fathers Day every day!
Fathers lead and surround the family clutch Fathers are line judges, coaches and sometimes crutches They bring home the pay check, put food on the table, hug their children Go to little league ball games but most of all, Fathers Love.
Thank you Dad! Will Meet Again on the Heavenly boardwalk!
Rosanne, Rosanne, Rosanne! You did it again! Opened mouth and insert foot. Its been numerous times now Rosanne that you have mis-spoke. This last time, I feel you have taken responsibility for inserting.
Looking back at all the tweeters including the biggest of all, Mr. Trump, there seems to be 3 R’s missing. Restraint, Respect and Responsibility. Restraint can be difficult but its an absolute. Respect comes easy especially if you want it in return. Finally, taking responsibility and not just by saying I’m sorry. It means taking it and owning it and not allowing it to happen again.
I never really sit down and watch anything such as this out of Hollywood. Why I did, I don’t know. Maybe gravity tugged on my hindquarters and it was to be. I get the Golden’s mixed up with the Emmys. Its only out of curiosity that I watch and it was quite the change from Fire and Fury promotions. (All about Trump book) Although, even watching this, there was a rally cry from the notable Oprah Winfrey.
Here are the winners and nominees for 2018. Globes So its forward we go with a new day on the horizon Oprah Rally Cry according to Oprah.
To me, my new day is not on the horizon but forever present. The only thing missing was the leather. My viewing showed me lace, low-cut and slit dresses with beautiful faces. Picturesque images of woman who would entice any mans lustful imagination. Soooooo
My point is, don’t play the part and you won’t have to say, “me too”! Yes, an age of awareness and rightfully so. It truly has gone on too long, not just in Hollywood but usually everywhere. The rally cry “Never Again” and having to say, “me too”; I doubt that. It will be “Not Again”, Oprah! It’s the skin Oprah! The skin!
I’m not saying dress like this…… The moral to this is, if one flaunts it taunts. Expect paying a price. If one doesn’t ask for abuse or harassment, which I’m sure is an under statement, REPORT, REPORT, REPORT behavior and not in the next century. Two sides to a pancake!
This is not a political issue, so don’t make it such. This is not woman power. Don’t make it such. Its common sense. Just my humble opinion.
This week was a roller coaster to say the least. From a wee car accident, to rains, and gray sky’s, one wonders if it will ever get better. Well it did.
Sixty five years ago today I entered the world not alone but with a twin sister three minutes ahead of me. This is where I can say, I’m the “baby of the family”. With that bravely shared, tonite I went to a musical as a birthday gift and given by a very good friend, that really lifted my heart. The child within was dancing. The name of the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. One doesn’t have to be religious, spiritual or a holy roller to enjoy this. Even an atheist will enjoy this and the music and choreography.
My point is not so much to promote the musical (although it is great) but to just say there is a light around every dark cloud in all of our lives. It’s all a matter of getting out of our own attics (heads) and experiencing some culture, concerts, sports or some darn good entertainment. OR learning to dance in the rain when it pours.
It’s a new day and after Mondays bump in the road (fender bender) I’ve decided to do one thing at a time. Mentally I had to realize accidents happen. I was an accident at birth. An oops as they say, since my parents weren’t expecting twins. Then I came along after my sister by 3 minutes. I also had to realize accidents just don’t happen to me and that no one is out to get me. I’m almost certain that driver-less cars will change the world. Of course, who would I have talked to exchange information if the truck was driver-less? Or even mumble some lady like swear words?
Oh hum. Hope everyone is having a good day in their book of life and is driving safe defensively.
I usually don’t write about my woes, but today I must only because everyone has experienced them.
Bumps in the road, literally. Bumps in life figuratively. Then the real bumps a car incident where someone backs out and any minute its going to happen. It happened.
Pulling into a driveway at a hardware store, a big ol red truck backed out and didn’t see me and my geo/prizm. I’m hardly an Al Unser the Indy driver or Janet Gutheri who qualified for the Indy 500 in 1977. I made the attempt to avoid this red mammoth with my dog in tow in the back seat and it happened.
Talk about bumps. I believe I experienced a couple the other day. One literally to my auto and now in life. Having to get estimates and my duct tape.
By the way, I’m okay. I didn’t crumble at the scene of the accident and lay down in the fetal position. The thought occurred to me. The driver of the red mammoth was cordial. The first thing he said was upon exiting his vehicle was, “I didn’t see you!” Realllly?
While driving along the other day I was viewing some beautiful trees along the side of the road. While reflecting, I couldn’t help but think of the days of “tree climbing”. Risky? Yes to me back then and believe me, at the time I thought the tree was a Giant Sequoia tree! Surely I made my way to the top in search of a branch here and a branch there. Strong ones I always hoped. Once I got to the top, I enjoyed the view and then it occurred to me, I must get down! Gulp. That was the risky part and then once near the bottom of this tree, I needed to jump to ground zero. Thankfully, no grizzly at ground zero. No cell phones back then and no GPS’s. Plus, I wasn’t suppose to be climbing trees! So they said.
Have any of you had risky adventures while growing up? Did you tell the folks? What was the scariest adventure you experience?