LUCK Compilation 2010 || Best Luck of the Year || FUNNY || HD

Remembering Mandy Girl

Hi there, Bloggie Souls! I have missed you so much! It has been such a blessing revisiting some of my faves listed at the bottom of my profile! Hi Holly, Hi Rhi, Hi Dancin', Hi Linn!!! Wish I would've "followed" more as I lost my "favorites" on the computer when switching browsers, didn't import when I'd thought they had. Waah!

Yes...Missing Mandy Girl...she's been dead 5 yrs now, shortly after my brother and cousin ... glad it is 5 yrs behind me, but it still threw me for a downturn the past while, coming out on the other side with good thoughts and pride in myself for having my "good grief" no matter what anyone else thought about my obsessiveness with thoughts of

DEATH! ;oD

I posted a few swiped photos from email fwds (don't you LOVE the "Laughin' Ass!" and that crazy pair of Dog/Orangutan! I posted that on my husband's facebook to give him a laugh when he woke up today. Yes, I've been on facebook WAAYYYY too much, but it's fun to get occasional instant return on small investments of posts and I just plain love bugging people! I am not a "friend hog" as I've rounded the corner to about 30, I guess...and 4 or 5 of those was the past week when I've gotten braver and more bolden and brass and accepted "strangers" into my circle. Some say it was because of my "humor" seen on their friends' posts from me. HUMOR? Moi? YA MON!

(I started a "Ya Mon!" comment which blazed a few tiny trails on fb pages, which was fun as it's a great comment for just about any post! It came about while viewing a fb friend in Florida's "night flight" on his bike and taking photos of various establishments and scenarios. One place just reminded me of Jamaican type stuff so the dreadlocks sprouted out of my pink head/white hairness and the urge to post YA MON! hit me. I think I've posted 100s now ... I try being a nuisance whenever it works ;oD

Well, me 'n Jeffrey just had freshly ground morning coffee with a Deep Intense dark chocolate Ghiardelli melted in the bottom and a dark chocolate Nonni Biscotti dunker(s)! Do you believe he was able to grind those beans forever and this SisSTAR was too busy in Dreamland to even hear him!??? And I am a very light sleeper! (except when I'm dreaming ... I probably incorporated the sound into those technicolor, way-too-busy scenes where I feel like I'm in a half dozen or so movies every night and esp early in the morning just before I wake up with a JOLT! and think, Wake Up, Kyle! Get up and get into Reality! Sometimes it's just exhausting to sleep ^;^

That's the problem with me blogging...the fingers don't know when to stop and I'm never quite sure if the brain is fully engaged @;@ One thing is for sure ... my regular wpm speed is 120 and give me this coffee extraordinaire and, well, I'm wide-awake buzzed on dark chocolate and coffee...and I rarely drink coffee or colas any more ... I get high sniffing Snapple tea! Truly I do! Let's just say I stayed up until 4 a.m. when I discovered that I still had Little Fish Tail blog and even realized that Second Edition (Holly, darling..) had commented 6 wks ago on a post of my own! Wowie! That was good for another hour until I realized if I was gonna share morning coffee treat with my Honey, I'd better get my ass to bed! Now I better get my bunnies offa here and get with the program. 1st x in quite awhile Jeff nor I have to work on a Saturday morning! Yeah!!! Fun things planned this weekend ... making it lazy and exhilarating all the same...and we are taking his sister, Linda, to Ruby Tuesday's tomorrow ... just found out she may very well be moving to Georgia by Labor Day! She lives about 10-12 miles away and we never visit each other! How dumb! We truly don't seem to miss people....

.....until they 

are

GONE

...and so I'm missing Mandy Girl ... I put a really awesome lead crystal candlestick on her grave with a tan and white marble orb on top of it and when the Sun hits it it'll smack me right in the face and eyeballs from the kitchen window! BEAM!!!!

Love you, Mandy Girl!

xoxoxoxoxo

Love you Facebookies...so much!

XOXOXO

from your

SisSTAR

xo

Where has the time gone!?

Hello from your SisSTAR!!

Seems as though this summer is flying by and the heat has been tremendous, even for us Michigan folk! Yes, I hear that Texas has ben over 100 degrees for about a month?? Way over in some cases. I feel for ya there, peoples!! But this is Michigan and hitting 100 last one day so far. But it has been in the 90s for way too long to suit me. I am a winter baby and I can truthfully say that I don't mind winter, you can pile on clothing and bundle up in blankets, even IF we put our thermostat at 60 degrees! But in the summertime you can go buck naked and (OK, I'll speak for myself only here) and you can still sweat buckets. It always pours out of my head like a fountain (Fountainhead?) and falls in my eyes and funky-fies up my new glasses @;@ ... and I'm trying to be so very careful with them. At nearly $500 I don't want any scratches or ill-fitting going on. I spent a good 7-8 yrs with the same pair that was lopsided, scratched so bad, and the nosepieces had fallen off, metal cutting into my nose - ouch! and even though my wonderful husband had new bows put on for me, the crappy "faux metal" on the sides disintegrated quickly, making funky greenish marks on the sides of my head from the oxidation. It was a great look, let me tell ya!

Oh, by the way! The photo above is my new car! After 17 yrs but merely 101,500 miles! we had to give up on my 1994 T-Bird. Called the Vietnam Veterans of Michigan and they came and got it the next day. They were impressed by it, though. New tires...full tank of gas...air conditioning still worked, and they figured they could probably get $1,000 for it to help someone out along the way. That made me feel a lot better. Plus we were given a $1,700+ income tax deduction for next year's taxes. I never had a car for 17 years. It had 3 miles on it when we got it. The new one is a Saturn Aura XR 2007 with under 38,000. It is midnight blue with black leather interior (ouch in the sunshine!) with a "moon roof". In fact, mostly all I've been able to do is drive to and from work in bumper to bumper road construction traffic with hardly enough time to listen to one song on the CD player. So last night after leaving work and a friend's house, I was hearing a particularly wonderful new CD my husband bought by Warren Haynes (google him, he's awesome!) and the blues he was singing and playing was so wonderful that I just drove right past our road and kept on going ... 50 mph on the straight-away ... not sure how many miles I drove, but I just kept going and going and turning left and left and left and circling around and then going down neighborhood roads, like I was showing Aura Lee the neighborhood (it's taken me awhile to 'like' her since I was so in love with Birdie and didn't want to give her up) ... The sky was just after sunset and was filled with stormy grey/blue and pink clouds which looked awesome out the moon roof. I just kept singing and driving ... and finally went home happy.

I have been on a crash course of seeing old friends and talking to old friends on the phone and this past week just since Sunday have or talked to 9 people including their little dogs and cats (who all loved me, too) You see, normally I'm quite a hermitess soon as I get out of work and I want nothing more than to come home and be quiet and have some dinner and wait for my honey who gets home quite late. More often than not I get on Facebook and spent waaayyyyy too much time on there, which explains why I have hardly posted on my blog for months! (I'm sorry, Bloggies ... I've missed you a lot! It just seems easier with lots more interaction with others on Facebook...but this Blog is a lot more me ... private except for those who might stop by. Probably most will stop stopping by since I'm rarely posting anything new. I keep telling myself "I'm gonna write on my blog" and then....whap! back to Facebook 2-3 times a day sometimes! I have, however, reconnected with some old friends from waaayyyy back in school days and some family members I'd lost touch with, so it has been rewarding.)

Well, I do sincerely hope to rekindle with some of my favorite bloggers, ie Rhiannon, Dancin' Fool, Imran and Sandpiper ... and maybe even meet some new folks. I have a small follow(s) bunch on here but not that they've posted comments. That's OK, though. If anything resonates with you, happy to know it, if not, happy you at least came by once to see what you can see.

Here's hoping all of you Bloggie Souls are having a safe and beautiful summer and that for you, wherever you are, Summertime...and the living is easy...fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Your Mama's rich and your Daddy's good lookin', so hush! little Babies, don't you cry!

Keep Cool ... Live in Love and Compassion for others ... and know that

Your SisSTAR Loves You!!!

XOXOXOXO

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From OSHO on WORTH

Meditation for the Day

from OSHO's Transformation Tarot

10. Worth
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On the virtues of uselessness


Don't be bothered too much about utilitarian ends. Rather, constantly remember that you are not here in life to become a commodity. You are not here to become a utility--that is below dignity. You are not here just to become more and more efficient--you are here to become more and more alive; you are here to become more and more intelligent; you are here to become more and more happy, ecstatically happy.

Lao Tzu was traveling with his disciples and they came to a forest where hundreds of carpenters were cutting trees, because a great palace was being built.

Almost the whole forest had been cut, but one tree was standing there, a big tree with thousands of branches--so big that ten thousand persons could sit under its shade. Lao Tzu asked his disciples to go and inquire why this tree had not been cut yet, when the whole forest had been cut and was deserted.
The disciples went and they asked the carpenters, "Why have you not cut this tree?"
The carpenters said, "This tree is absolutely useless. You cannot make anything out of it because every branch has so many knots in it. Nothing is straight. You cannot make pillars out of it, you cannot make furniture out of it. You cannot use it as fuel because the smoke is so dangerous to the eyes--you almost go blind. This tree is absolutely useless. That's why."
They came back. Lao Tzu laughed and he said, "Be like this tree. If you want to survive in this world be like this tree--absolutely useless. Then nobody will harm you. If you are straight you will be cut, you will become furniture in somebody's house. If you are beautiful you will be sold in the market, you will become a commodity. Be like this tree, absolutely useless. Then nobody can harm you. And you will grow big and vast, and thousands of people can find shade under you."
Lao Tzu has a logic altogether different from your mind. He says: Be the last. Move in the world as if you are not. Remain unknown. Don't try to be the first, don't be competitive, don't try to prove your worth. There is no need. Remain useless and enjoy.
Of course he is impractical. But if you understand him you will find that he is the most practical on a deeper layer, in the depth--because life is to enjoy and celebrate, life is not to become a utility. Life is more like poetry than like a commodity in the market; it should be like poetry, a song, a dance.
Lao Tzu says: If you try to be very clever, if you try to be very useful, you will be used. If you try to be very practical, somewhere or other you will be harnessed, because the world cannot leave the practical man alone. Lao Tzu says: Drop all these ideas. If you want to be a poem, an ecstasy, then forget about utility. Remain true to yourself.
Copyright © 2011 Osho International Foundation

Rainy but good holiday weekend

Peace from your

***SisSTAR***

xoxo

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My Giving Tree

McIntosh Apple Tree

soon to be climbed

by me

Whee!

klh



Springtime

I've been missing you, Bloggies. I'm not sure any one of you who I have grown so fond of over the last several years will ever return here in synch with my own lack of posting, probably since I got on facebook again. It's a whole different ballgame but it's not real conducive to me wanting to just sit down and where...whatever comes. If I try and plan a post, it doesn't seem to work out very well. I have not been happy with trying to find a new design for my blog nor can I seem to get it back to the way it used to be ... such is life, eh? (c'est la vie, oui?--I love saying that ;oD)

Today was not even 60 degrees. But the sun was out in all its glory and it makes such a difference in our moods, doesn't it? There were times in the past when springtime seemed bleak to me, after my folks died, for instance, at the end of March '86 and '93. Just then the newness of the greenery all around me and the flowers blooming weren't interesting to me, I only felt the cold and dark. It has been a long time since I felt that way, but I remember it ... perhaps it is because this spring has been the harshest in its coldness and rain ... snowed really late (and hoping for no snow in May--something I do NOT remember, but hey, it is Michigan!) It's been gloomy and cloudy and tornado-y and did I say gloomy?

Well, the sun came out and the flowers are blooming and the grass is so high most birds and even the mallards that bitched and moaned in the yard today were practically totally covered in grass. There were 3 males and 1 female ... she was bitching the most so I think I know what was going on there, eh? I also saw two rabbits flying around the neighborhood, one chasing the other really fast and far ... made me glad Tuffy Boy was sleeping in the garage! I can only imagine what was going on with the bunnies, eh?? ;oD

I also look down in the property of just under 2 acres of wildness mostly and see so many, many very tall trees fallen over like pick-up-stix ... right in the biggest growth of wild roses, our fortress against hoodlums who like to machete their way through the "woods". One thing I can say, though, is that those wild roses are a constant ... like the grapevines and cedars ... the lilies and irises in the garden pond, and those wild roses have the most heavenly smell when they are in their short-term bloom. And I can't tell you enough how gaw-jus and heady the scents are when I sit in my McIntosh apple tree dad planted when I was a kid ... and the pear trees and golden delicious. The orioles and tanagers get up in them and sing so melodiously and eat the blossoms and nectar ... and if I'm blessed enough, I will get even one opportunity to hide in that tree with the huge canopy and those birds will not know I'm there, but I will call out to them from learning their whistles and know a certain peace that is hard to come by in the winter ... and this winter has lasted too long ... and I welcome wholeheartedly this most precious of springtimes when there is possibility everywhere, even if it takes lots of hard work and doesn't come for free, it is a time when we are all witnesses to Life ... on this, our Home, our Mother Earth.

Highest and best blessings to you, my Bloggies ... I miss you and hope to hear from you soon and read your posts. You are important to me!

Much love,

Your SisSTAR

xoxo

xo

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Catnapping

Tuffy found a new hiding place. Three times now I have found him in the utility room cupboards with his clean kitty beds (blankets, towels, etc) behind the tan lace curtain. I searched the first time in and outside everywhere I could think. I was stymied. Then I peeked in between the curtains and he'd been watching and listening to me all along and hoping he could catch a break--have a place to himself where no one could find him. I left him alone each 3 times now.

Today really got me, though, as he was napping in the old rocker and I decided to lie down with my bed pillow and blanket on the sofa to read "Lost Civilization of Lemuria" when my lids kept getting heavy. I tossed the book down and nodded to dream right away. I heard, "REOWWWW!" and then again! and he wanted me to wake up and let him out. I grumbled and did so. Off again to sleep and dream in the living room. It was gloomy out and I had a rare Monday off.

Ahhhhhh, sweet nap time! Cats got it goin' on!

"REOWWWWWWW!"

Man! jarred back to wakefulness, not knowing where I'd just been off to in the dreamworld, there was Tuffy sitting on the 40 gal critter food storage bin looking in the window wanting in. I was getting ticked. The "naps" were lasting about 5 minute intervals and my mind was getting short circuited. I opened the door and he wouldn't come in. Then he did. It has to be his move. @;@

He jumped up on his grooming table mostly used on "old matted" for feeding and spying on the neighborhood--cars, people, dogs, other cats, esp birds and squirrels. Or he watches the sun come up signifying another time to gouge "Mama's" bedroom door and scream to go out. He munched, and off I hodded again. He started in with the caterwaulin' again and I said, "NOT RIGHT NOW!" Those are MY words for "NO!" which he will rip me a new a-hole if I say that one when he refuses to be told no! He screamed and jumped on my feet and I tho't, "oh, sleep with Mama--take a little nap." He sat on the wooded end of the sofa on top of all the bills I'd paid and cards and notes I'd written to friends to go in tomorrow's mail. I tho't--"man! don't put your nasty cat-ass on my mail!" so I flung my blanket off--taking 3-4 good flings to unravel how it was binding me like a cocoon each time I flung it. I stomped over and opened the door and he went out. I made a big show of closing the drapes with the pull cord so he'd know NOT to be looking in on me when I resumed my longed-for nap again. I laid down again. All I could hear was my own pounding heartbeat and my wheezing lungs--and for an ultralight sleeper/napper, those are huge noises and aggravating--and I probably was getting all anxious from the exercise I received of getting up and down to let Tuf out and dreaming a few hours' worth in 2-3 five minute intervals. All is real quiet now as I write about this. I thought I heard some faint noises...not sure. I keep writing intently and I hear, nearly a decibel not audible to a human ... "meow" and it's dark in here, the sun having gone down and me not turning on any lights yet. Now I hear cat claws scratching frantically on his cardboard scratchy board--so I close this now because I have to let the cat out. I think I'll put earplugs in and crawl into the cupboard in the utility room behind the lace curtain... and dream. Again "meow" yes! I hear ya. I'm coming.

Addendum:

Damn! There was a black cat in the driveway probably drinking from a mud puddle and Tuf ran right at him/her, both tore off across the street and under the neighbor's big white truck. Shit! Why did I ever think I could take a nap!?

I closed the door and hope for the best.

Why didn't I name him Puff?

-klh 4/4/11, 8:08 pm-

Delving into memories of some dolls

As I looked inward for relief from this world, I happened upon some memories of various dolls I've had, all the way back to age 2 and up. Here is what I came up with:

TINY TEARS - her head was ripped off to look for "dope" by my mother during a psychotic break. Father "repaired" the doll for me as well as taping up cracks in her legs and her fingers were chewed ... eyelashes missing and eyes closed kind of funny ... She was my BABY!

BETTY LOU - big baby doll I had very young who probably had a porcelain or bisque head and she was broken with pieces missing from her head from my brother dropping her. She went to "Doll Heaven," I was told ... which in an awesome and memorable moment of "snooping" in the utility room cupboards, climbing up to the top cupboards, I discovered "Doll Heaven" was up there with broken Betty Lou. AH HAH moment.

FORGOTTEN NAME - given a doll that was quite large with a blue little girl dress with ribbons and lovely blonde hair which I immedately wanted to "do" her hair and washed it and it turned into a straw pile resembling a cyclone. Gave up idea of becoming beautician.

DIAMONDS - Before the police took my mom away ... to jail then to a psych ward ... I was 5 years old and just started kindergarten ... the police allowed my mom her wish to go up to the "Little Store" and buy me a doll and my brother guns in holsters ... then "adios."
That doll was very tall with a beautiful blue long ball gown all sparkly with high heels and pearl and diamond earrings and necklace. Her hair was brown and curly and short. She made me feel creepy and sad but I felt sorry for her, her job to replace my mom and cheer up.

BRIDE DOLL - mom's friend Gladys gave me a beautiful small bride doll with a white gown and veil and glamorous hair and face. I think her hair was strawberry blonde. She just sat there. Being a bride didn't seem feasible much. Thankless job.

There were small little jointed dolls with handmade clothes from my Aunt Dorothy. The hair was long and wavy and you could put it in a ponytail. The clothes were very sweet, esp that she made them. Aunt Dorothy was special. She didn't know it, though.

I would sew clothes for my Tiny Tears with my hand crank plastic toy sewing machine. A little rough but I was still proud. I sold my sewing machine in elementary school 3rd or 4th grade for 50 cents to Ellen. Mom and dad were not happy. I felt rich.

Never having any Barbie dolls when young or a teenager -- I played with other friends' Barbies -- I bought myself an expensive reproduction porcelain replica of "Solo in the Spotlight" nightclub singer Barbie with a microphone, strapless black dress, glamorous undergarments and high heels, pearl necklace and earrings. That very expensive Barbie stood on many of my shelves holding her pink scarf with black long-gloved hands in various poses as she sang torch songs in Barbie-land -- until my newer Topsy Turvy doll from Mackinac Island fell over on her, breaking her arm and leg.

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I truly believe that I chose not to have children due to the devastating beheading of my "baby" Tiny Tears that I had been the mother to for several years where I cared greatly for her, washing her little lambswool hair, giving her a bottle and miraculously changing her diapers when she peed and wiping the tears from her eyes. I'd carry her everywhere with me and dress her and make clothes for her and especially LOVE her. I was 4 or 5 when the horrible act happened ... by someone I loved more than anyone. Please parents, be careful what you do to your children or their belongings. I understood years later why it happened, but the child in me, and the inner child in me, only knew that my baby child was killed by my mother.

...from your SisSTAR xo