Apple announced today that it has developed a breast implant that can store and play music. The iTit will cost $499 or $599 depending on cup size. This has been hailed as a major breakthrough because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.
Cloey & YaYa
My grandchildren came to visit this weekend. I had bought my grandson a new hat on an end of the season sale for next year. After I took this photo of my grandson, it looked eeriely familair to me.
In October I took one of his daddy after work, the day he got a new hat.
The houseguest who won’t leave....
My daughter had a baby on October 11, 2007. When she was three days old my ex-husband came to visit her. Having nowhere to stay he knocked at my door. Knowing also that I’m a sucker for my grandbabies, (He pulled out that trump card) and a nice lady, I let him stay for a few days. He was on his way toward Arizona and a job he told me. He was gonna see the newest grandchild and be on his way. Well, it’s today January 23, 2008, and he is still here. I know he doesn’t want to move away from his family, the kids and the grandkids all live here, but without a job, without prospects, he is sapping my resources. I just want him to go away and leave me alone. Would someone please pull the plug on the neon "SUCKER" light on my forehead? It’s giving me a headache.
The ex-boyfriend who loves me....
I had a torrid affair with a man I loved. It was a whirlwind with him. It was only when he moved in that I realized that he was an addict. We (I) spent the next many, many months convincing myself he would stop, ya know, because he loved me so much. Nope, and to leave out all the sordid details, I was whipped, I was beat down and taken out with the trash, I was done. He left to go to Montana to dry out and get a life. He lost everything. He lived in a homeless shelter, then a rehab, back to the men’s shelter and now at a "Christian Outreach Center". He writes me, he calls me, he e-mails me, he sens me things in the mail, he’s tattooed me on him. His message is the same ... "I will NEVER stop loving you, I will NEVER give up on us." I just want him to go away and leave me alone. I got a headache, the neon light is still on ain’t it?
The new beau who loves me...
I wanted a date. I was looking for companionship. A non-complex dating situation. I somehow got a very complex relationship. A long distance relationship. I have a damn headache. Here is a fella who is kind, considerate, all the nice things you can say, and he loves me, really loves me. The issues I have are many. I hold a very fond place for him, love him even, but.... and that’s where that is. He’s yelled at me because the ex-husband is living at my house. I don’t take to kindly to being yelled at for being kind. I’m at a loss that he loves me with everything he is and I love him like ... I love like ... well like I do. He gets really upset when I tell him I won’t be his ‘girlfriend’. "What are we then?", he asks me. Hunnies, friends, I don’t care. I finally just said, "We are what we are, isn’t that enough?" Heinous aint I? I enjoy the time we spend together. Then he’ll call me, profess his love - a love like he’s never felt before... I do not see happily ever after with him. That’s what I can’t seem to say to him, but he has hinted, I’ll use his words, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I got a headache, the neon light is brighter than ever ain’t it?
Why is it that ‘it is what it is’ never enough, it is for me.
I feel like I’ve been holding my breath, just praying to exhale.
A response to Ze's site:
“We live in an age of "stuff". Stuff on our computers, stuff on our cell phones, stuff on our ipods, stuff in our homes. I'm of the generation ahead of you, Ze, so my stuff is mostly a plague in my home. Just plainly: TOO MUCH STUFF.
I'm not sure an operating system is what will cure it. I think it is deeper in our psyche, in our very souls. How to discern, how to let go, how to approach it, consider it, and leave it where it is rather than even 'putting it into one's cart' if it is not highly relevant and able to do good in our lives.
Ultimately, the discernment process is good work whichever 'cart' we are considering. Now I gotta go git rid of something!”
love me later~tj
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each
morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved
perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After
many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled
sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, he was provided a visual description
of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his
window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just
been presented with a new puppy.
'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
'That doesn't' have anything to do with it,' he replied..
'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room
or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged .. it's how I arrange
my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning
when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the
difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out
of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day
and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank
account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Have you opened your bank account for life?
Have a nice day, unless you already have other plans.
| What Tamera Means |
 You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. |
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn...
With every good bye you learn.
Veronica Shoffstall 1971
I have an online friend who when I read this, I thought imediately of her...and me. We are so similar on our individual quests for free spirits and forgivness. But I have found that the most difficult person to forgive in this big old world is me.... When you read this my friend, know I send only good wishes and strong convictions your way, and hopefully one day the minutes become hours and turn in to weeks and forgiveness reigns the forever after.
love me later~tj
