A dollar for my thought, a wish from my soul

I bitch and I moan just like everybody else....albeit not as often or not as loud...but either way, there I am always looking for (or dreaming of) greener pastures....just like the next guy and gal.

But...let me say, I should not forget what I do have...and that is great health and a lot of love in my everyday life.  After all, where would I be without good health and positive love?

I pity those who have everything else but love and health in their lives....

I should be thankful of what I have and stop focusing on what I wish I had...before I lose what everyone wishes they had.

Driving with Flied Eggs

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.

Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.

"Careful," he said. "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!

Oh my Goodness! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!

Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!

Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! This is very dangerous!!!

Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind?

Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"



The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"


The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."

I dream a lot

As a matter of fact, I dream a lot every single night...one dream is more intricate then the next...but I guess that's how I am hardwired.  I tend forget about most of my dreams by the following evening...but....not this one specfic one...

Here is a synopsis of an interesting dream I had Wednesday night.

I was commissioned by my world government to deconstruct all the world's atomic nuclear weapons and use the necessary parts from them to build deep space travel crafts.

Interesting, right?


Ps
You can do the right things for the wrong reasons
and
You can do the wrong things for the right reasons
Or...
The right things for the right reasons
and let's not forget
The wrong things for the wrong reasons
Which seems to be the human way....


But I do dare believe in a better way

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oTbcO9qaE5g


"Believe"
by
Cher

No matter how hard I try
You keep pushing me aside
And I can't break through
There's no talking to you
It's so sad that you're leaving
It takes time to believe it
But after all is said and done
You're gonna be the lonely one

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough

What am I supposed to do
Sit around and wait for you
Well I can't do that
And there's no turning back
I need time to move on
I need a love to feel strong
Cause I've got time to think it through
And maybe I'm too good for you

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough

Well I know that I'll get through this
'Cause I know that I am strong
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you anymore
No I don't need you anymore

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough

Ellie Goulding

Love Me Like You Do


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AJtDXIazrMo&feature=youtu.be

Ever Feel Dissappointment in Life?

Inspired by a Thomas Mann story 'Disillusionment'.


"Is That ALL There Is?"

I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a fire?"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to a circus.
"The Greatest Show On Earth."
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And as I sat there watching, I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a circus?"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river
Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day, he went away and I thought I'd die.
But I didn't.
And when I didn't I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep-

I know what you must be saying to yourselves.
"If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?"
Oh, no, not me.
I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment.
'Cause I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath
I'll be saying to myself-

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is



Sung by Peggy Lee


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3sWTnsemkIs

i think to myself and wonder how

Things can always get worse...for example...everyone in my life can somehow miraculously transform into Miley Cyrus.
Yikes.

For every smart thought I have, I go through at least a dozen dumb ones beforehand.
Even that doesn't guarantee me much, but what does guarantee me something of substance is the underestimated amount of untapped worldly stupidity...
Hey, if we were perfect...we wouldn't be stuck in such chaos...
And life would be the boring bee that honey is so sweet with.
Buzzzzzzz
I guess that, oh no...I predict (Yes, I Predict),  that this nonsense will never ever
As in always and forever
End on a positive note...
You Doubt Me?
Just watch the US Presudential debate tomorrow!

This is the captain signing off, while I still can...
over
and
Out!
Boom.
Cook that in your lasagna and eat it.

"Waves"

by
Mr Probz


https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=0a5WyAjL1MM

Introducing Jasmine Thompson

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HKE4cNIqalc&list=PLD857267888BE674A

99 Empty Bottles and You're Still Crazy

I choose to make decisions that inspire me to act on.

A true person's character is often revealed with how they choose to treat 'someone' when that 'somebody' has nothing to offer to them in return.

I find fault in prejudice, ignorance, greed, arrogance and selfishness.

Which is Often driven by fear and hatred.

Fed with Materialistic Simplicities.

Void of any guilt, Shame or compassion.

Consumed by an amorphic identity and this all encompassing insatiable hunger that blinds a hording spirit...

f e e l

with t o u c h

and blend into a world that spins us around the universe...

sing loud enough for me to hear your angelic voice

w a t c h 

The Beads of sweat roll slowly down my soul

Taste my salty words that connect continents the way light binds planets

t h r o u g h

A cosmic family of glitter, darkness and energy.

Asking why is almost admitting a mistake.

The only mistake made is not informing everyone of their depth and presence.

The 'need' To give meaning to this gift...is about as Important as ketchup is to mayonnaise.

Yuck, I don't like mayonnaise...actually I don't like anything soft, Slimey and gooey.

As a matter of fact, I don't like anything without substance and significance...

But, I take time out of my busy day to stop and smell your roses....even if I don't understand how or why...I just know that I can appreciate the red or white fluorescent and aromatic embodiment of this universe's energy.

Hm,

You don't like my opinions...

Don't read them...

You read through tinted windows and you'll see this world as a dark murky one...

Suffice to say that this is our sacrifice.

If I don't see you here, I'll eventually see you there.

Ps

Random Thoughts are like silent farts...and meditation class can be so damn quiet and earth shatteringly boring....

But, boy can I get my think on...

Blind deTales

Is it Eye before Eee?  Or e before I?  What was that thing about the See?  Idk (that's short for 'I Don't Know'), but I'm sure that It's all in the details...

So,
The tic has tocked and my clock has stopped, dead square a minute past dusk...tisk, tisk my frantic random mind grumbled and my jumpy legs wiggled...antsy and fiesty, they got together and made a quick dash for a daring escape.  But the door was locked...dead bolted shut and the key was nowhere to be heard from.  The buzzing light of the flickering exist sign hummed in victory as a stale dark alley stench oozed all around us...nothing more to do or see...so I took my seat next to a sleeping hobo who drooled a novel as he snored with love and affection.  The stranger in front of us heard the the commotion....he got from up his reclined seat, spotted the book...grabbed it and Ran up the stairwell stuffing it into his wife's friend's purse.  The lights dim to black and he was gone, but by now the show has began.  The commercials were short, the people in them were tall....OR...were the Tall commercials with short people....?  I can't remember....but what I do know...the train came to a stop, and it was mine to take.  On to my feet.  The doors unbolted, the bells began to ring and ding...the hobo awoke, got up and screamed..."hey you, book thief...get back here with my masterpiece!".  Surely he must not have meant me?  He was nothing more than an accuser with a finger, and no motive or direction.  Filled with disgust, I got off only to scream...."this, (being me), is not whom you need to discuss this with!!!"  You filthy wretched wannabe hero thief.  The doors had already closed, the engine stoked and ready to follow the trail...a slow roll began to define its direction....and that direction was far and away from me.  Look at that, another day, another lost thought...another unheard word...I muttered, as I turned went my way....
He left with all of them...somewhere else, somewhere distant...and they all think that I took his last dying heart to a dinner for two at the Tavern.  What a shame.  A quarter to eight, I arrive at my destination, and not too late...my date was already there, and in her hands was a book...she told me how she found it in her purse and thought that it would be perfect for me to read.
Funny.  Funny how the hobo knew all along...
Funny how no one else saw anything other than what they wanted to see...