Actors, Emmy’s and the Media

February 2, 2016

If the media would either SHUT UP or GET IT RIGHT – I will guarantee there would be more peace in the world. They stir the cauldron and write a potion that incites, aggravates, and puts fear in the hearts of men.

Just a bit of a correction concerning the Emmys, which honestly I hate and don’t watch. It is a group of people giving awards to other people who are already placed on pedestals and earn WAY TOO MUCH money.

First, do not tell me that Jada’s husband, Will, did not know she was going to film and post her complaints…. I have been married 28 years and even for non-stars (well, my husband is still a shining star to me), we could never keep that kind of thing from each other. My oh my, was her poor husband surprised when he saw her video. Baloney.

Secondly, she was wrong. Here are a few facts:

  1. The Academy has a larger percentage of American-Africans (note the order) than other branches.
  2. In the last few years best acting Oscars have gone to Forrest Whitaker (King of Scotland), Mo’Nique (Precious), Viola Davis (The Help), Lupita Nyong’O (12 Years a Slave), and a nomination to another actor in that movie, Chiwetel Ejiofor.
  3. Beyond that, 12 Years a Slave won three Oscars in 2014, Selma nominated for best picture 2015. A few months ago the academy gave Spike Lee an honorary Oscar for his contributions in the field.
  4. Mexicans (who are still a minority) count. Alejandro G. Inn won a directing Oscar last year, and is nominated again this year for Revenant.

 

I just think they were being infantile because (waa waa) Will didn’t win! Are Oscars about diversity anyway? – Or talent and excellence in acting and directing?

 

Jada’s innocent plea made me want to throw up. I wonder what she would look like with no plastic surgery and no makeup….poor multi-millionaire / or billionaire.

 

ANOTHER thought. Actors have money. Actors seem to “adopt” a lot. Actors always seem to adopt from another country – Africa mostly. I thought the biggest stumbling block for people to adopt here in the USA was the cost……what about the DIVERSE number of children in America’s orphanages?????

 

Holly weird and the Media – two evil representations of who is important, what should be worshipped, and everything we should shame ourselves for doing….but we can do EVERYTHING!

 

I got it out. The truth reigns. Now I have to brush my teeth and wash my face – after I throw up about all the crap – including this IOWA gar-baagge’. (You know – garbage!)

 

The House Next Door

January 31, 2016

I sat on the stoop, knees bent, with elbows placed precisely so I could rest the weight of head on my hands. It was quiet. I looked towards the two-lane road, rarely used these days, and noticed the large trees sitting with limbs bent and nearly touching the ground. It had been a while since anyone had manicured the yard. The trees stood almost as tall as the old two-story home. It was rather a forest of birds and grass, and plants gone wild, and growing together. It was quiet and beautiful.

I looked directly in front of me, across the way. My neighbor was standing, with her easel in front and brush in hand. I had always admired her talent as an artist, whether it be painting, etching, knitting, or decorating her home. It was never “to not to be touch” decor – it was comfort first. I was reminded of a large old cabin in the woods. Soft pillows were strewn around and with candles and a light fragrance of incense filling the room, one always felt welcomed.

I said, Good morning, and she smiled and waved. We had lived next door to each other for many years in these big two story wooden homes. Yet we spent little time together. I remember a few times specifically. Her husband and girls always remained a family and I was glad, but I could feel a touch of envy, as my life hadn’t been so calm and solid.

The girls came out the front door ready to leave for some adventure for the day. They weren’t girls anymore. They were young women. I greeted them and warm smiles were directed my way. I noticed my neighbor’s painting was much larger than usual – and the subject was a city. I remembered cities vaguely.

I rose and stretched and waved good-by and opened the front door to go in a do something – I’ve forgotten just what right now – but I know it included coffee. The bells on the door tinkled and I decided to leave it open to bring the fragrance of the trees to me.

Both home stood as large monuments to past days. Fireplaces, larges kitchens to gather in, and often the smell of something homemade sitting on the windowsill to cool. Her home welcomed large groups of friends quite often. I could sit near the window in the bedroom upstairs and watch as the children ran the circumference of the front porch past the narrow walkway to the large deck in the back. Most gatherings filled her home. If I scanned from front to back, there were people sitting in rocking chairs quietly visiting in front. With windows open the sound of the music flowed out and up, and was usually a pleasant instrumental that was contusive of relaxing…as I looked at the large back porch the children laughed and played jacks, and the adults were, drink in hand, talking and perhaps partaking of a fine selection of weed.

But there was never discord among the quests. Below the deck as you stepped toward the forest that surrounded us, she had grown a vegetable garden that produced large plump tomatoes, string beans, and pumpkins. She rotated her crops and was had quite the green thumb. I loved having the family next door. Her husband was usually there, and was quiet, but he partnered her in her creativity, and was friendly and welcoming.

What amazes me is that after the years I never even knew the name of one person that lived in the home. I liked them all. I felt she and I could have been friends. Names didn’t seem to matter. What mattered was the heart of the home, and because of the heart of the home I was glad they lived near.

I quite of the house rather startled me initially. With no one there and little furniture, my footsteps almost echoed throughout. I’d left a warm fire crackling in the fireplace, and it reminded me that because of the immense size of it, I never used any other source to heat.

The embers of the fire at the end of the evening drifted upward and the bedrooms were just warm enough to feel comfortable when I slipped under my down comforter. By the time the sun finally set behind the view of the trees of the forest, I always looked forward to the night.

It was a time to pray and a time to sleep and regenerate. A time to dream.

That night I found myself in the same dream I’d had so many times before. It was specific. So many familiar characters and places. I don’t know how many times I’d had this dream before, but a part of me did not want to wake up.

I felt the wet nose of the puppy pressing against mine, and I curled up and moved away from the side of the bed. I wasn’t ready to awake. Again the persistent puppy tried to arouse me. This time I felt a wet tongue touch my lips. That did it. I awoke and knew it was time to get a cup of coffee. I looked at the clock. It was later than I had expected.

I stretched and then realized even the pretending to be asleep to dream was actually a dream. I dreamed I had to get up from my dream, when I was actually just dreaming. I had to actually wake up to get up. Is that a dream in a dream?

This brief part of my dream is that – only a brief representation of part of my recurring dream. No worries, if it interested you I recall all of it, to this point, as if it were my simultaneous life. For now it is time for coffee.

 

 

Relax!

January 29, 2016

Easier said than done.  However in order to enjoy my day I am going to now allow myself 15 minutes to breathe mindfully, to stretch easily, and to pray to keep my mind in a positive mode.

The reason I am feeling in need of a brief “regenerative relaxation” is because I just spent a bit more time than I planned on my stressmanagementmagic.com blog. My subject was about the homeless and the plight of us all, therein.

It may have sounded negative, but I believe I ended the post with ideas to help however many individuals choose to follow.  I follow my own advice.  I also allow myself to regenerate and relax after writing something that made my blood boil for a moment or two.

CREATE a beautiful day for yourself.  I will be in the process of doing the same as soon as this post is posted!  God help and bless us all.

FYI: if you read that blog, remember I have helped people, and will continue to do so when I can and feel the situation is real.

Do you think the day is loaded with problems and has more misery than happiness?

January 25, 2016

Do you think the day is loaded with problems and has more misery than happiness

Well, STOP IT!  I bet right at the moment I could make a list longer than any of you are tall, of “misery and pain, and downright sorrows” I had (many are still with me) in my life!

The thing is, we ALL ENDURE….being individuals, with different life scenarios, it would be impossible to compare who has the biggest trials!  Who wants to do that anyway?

The point I am yearning to share is this:  You know it is true.  We ALL have the CHOICE of how we respond to life – no matter what is happening!  NO ONE ELSE has that control over us!

Therein, YOU can CHOOSE to handle ANY CHALLENGE, (even if permanent, and I have some of those too), in ANY MANNER YOU CHOOSE!

BE HAPPY.  USE YOUR BRAINS TO ACCESS AND DEAL WITH ANY CHALLENGE.  Basically, I TRIED BEING MISERABLE, AND IT SUCKED, SO I GAVE IT UP!

That is NOT TO SAY I don’t still feel many emotions that are volatile, but when I feel overwhelmed, I stop for a moment, take a few mindful breaths to give myself needed oxygen, and flip from my emotions to a more stable intellectual look at the challenges.

It works.  You have to get into the habit of using this method of stress management, but it TRULY WORKS LIKE A DREAM!

I am also fortunate that I do believe in God.  That allows me to say prayers as many times a day as I want, and it also allows me to feel less stress, because if I TRULY have FAITH, I turn the problems over to God and then just continue on to do my best.

For those of you who say religion is a crutch, I can understand that thought.  I am more spiritual than religious, but my answer to that statement would be:  If I had a broken leg, I would probably depend on a crutch if it were needed.  We humans are often “broken”, so I find no problem with that analogy.

Now, back to the subject matter.  CHOOSE this weekend, this very moment, to begin to get into the habit of CHOOSING positive thoughts, CHOOSING to slow down and use your intellect instead of unstable emotions.  CHOOSE to stop and hug someone you love!

Now that is important stuff.

CREATE a beautiful weekend.  Radiate your light from within and don’t forget EVERYONE has a light, no matter how small it may seem right now.  ENLARGE YOUR LIGHT and you will DRAW HAPPINESS TOWARDS YOU!  It is just so much more fun!Image

I say, and with my heart, God bless you.  YOU CAN DO IT!

I need to apologize!

January 24, 2016

I feel rather silly.  I sat at the computer this am vowing to begin to write on my blogs again. I have been not posting at all – for many reasons….life, I guess.  When I opened this blog, low and behold, I looked under the bell (top right) and realize I have MANY COMMENTS.  I swear I never knew that until this moment. For all who have commented, THANK YOU so much!  I will respond to each one between today and tomorrow!

I cannot believe I hadn’t looked before!!!  So that is it – for the moment!  I need to take care of lots of things this morning and will resume writing this afternoon.

THANK YOU for reading my posts!  It makes my heart glow with appreciation, and I hope what I write from now on, will inspire, delight, and surprise you!  God bless you all!

Autumn – A season of color!

October 28, 2015
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Times are tough. Out of work? Newly out of work? Trying to make ends meet?

October 23, 2015

“Times are tough now” I heard someone say.  I thought that to my knowledge, human times have always been tough.  My husband came home from work last night exhausted.  He has a dynamite work ethic, loyalty to his company – and he always goes the extra mile.  It’s so unfair to him that I am no longer able to do what I used to do before becoming disabled.

What about you?  Is your husband, or mate, or partner or whatever name you use for the person you share your life with, able to find work?  Newly out of work?

If you have children, are a single parent, or have the similar good traits my husband has, it has to be one of the most difficult times in your lives.  But no worries, just when things quiet down and are in hand, another challenge will arise for you to meet!  I’m not kidding and I’m not being sarcastic.  It is the truth.

Just keep in mind, if you love someone, you really have no choice but to continue endeavoring to make ends meet.  Nothing was ever handed to us, and my husband looks at me when I commend him for all his work and he simply says, “I don’t have a choice.”

You don’t if you don’t want to be a dependent product of this society.  You can scheme and cheat, but you will never be at peace within – unless of course you are a politician!  That’s a whole different story.  At least a billion dollars spent on attaining the office of president all added up.  It is ridiculous.  It is also ridiculous that as soon as the politicians start “smoozing” the public, suddenly there are no wars, no starvation, no illegal immigrant problem.  The only thing happening is a bunch of people (maybe one or two still with morals and values) – fighting to be president.  I digress……

Be careful when there is no work.  The tendency for humans is to seek relief.  “Take the edge” off of the stress.  “Relax for a while.”

This gives birth to a whole new problem.  Relief with alcohol, prescription drugs, illegal drugs, an affair (sadly this can happen) – an entire spin-off of new problems that can be worse than pinching pennies. A newly inadequate way to handle the problems is to turn to technology.  Technology, for all its wonder, is TEARING THE STRENGTH OF AMERICA into shreds. Disassembling the family.  Any poor way to handle problems can be found on the Internet.

It fills the heads of children and adults with UNrealistic persons who seem to care. Adventures that take a person away from REALity.  It is one of the most dangerous weapons that was ever created.  There is a prophecy in Native American culture that says when there is a web around the world,it is the beginning of the end.

MONITOR yourselves.  Be aware of signs and signals that may suggest that something else besides exhaustion is going on.  I have NO concrete answer for handling all that can happen.  I only have suggestions.  Some suggestions that, I have seen over the years, really help to mend the tear in the foundation of your family or the persons in your life that matter.

My best selection of ways to get through this is from people I have known and counseled over the years – 40 years.  (That’s scary and another adventure to face: aging). Back to current times.

  1.  Pray, trust God and seek fellow human beings that believe in similar things.  Where there are two or three gathered together, there is power untold provided to us.  But this resolve calls for FAITH.  It calls for believing in power that cannot be seen; in trusting in more than you.   My faith has increased substantially since my accident.  I was called upon to use what I’ve always said I have, and that was my faith and belief of the power of prayer.  I’ve seen others heal through “using” what they verbally say they believe.
  1.  Keep looking.  Think about  “realistically” seeking a modified position of your old career – or a new career entirely.  Keep looking.
  1.  Sit down with your VIP and discuss ways to cut expenses.  Plan meals – it is cheaper than fast food and better for you.  If you PLAN, you can cut costs.
  1.  Say NO to frivolous purchases.  Don’t just snap, but give others the benefit of being a human (often a child WILL understand as appreciate being included)  We all “want things”.  LIMIT TV and COMPUTER time.  That limits commercials.
  1.  Keep a positive attitude.  Don’t fight about petty things.  It takes two to make a war.  Use your intellect.  Use love.  Stay hopeful!  PRAY.

Subject: Eyewitness Report from Polish Blogger on Italian-Austrian Border MANDATORY READING WITH PHOTOS

September 15, 2015

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And these are the people Obama wants to bring to the U.S.?!! And on top of that over the objections of Homeland Security, the FBI and some of his national security advisors.

Lest we feel too sorry for them. Note all the donated food trashed and left behind.
Why do these muslims not go to another muslim country? Why should the west take care of them ? Where is Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iraq ,Bahrain, Qatar,??? They have tons of money and are Muslim brothers.
This may be a bad sign of things to come if all of this is true.
September 6, 2015 by TNO Staff— in Europe
An eye-witness account from Kamil Bulonis, a Polish travel blog writer, who was present on the Italian-Austrian border on September 5, 2015, as swarms of Third World nonwhites poured across the border to invade Austria and Germany (A translation from Polish): (Please note: all pictures from the Hungarian-Austrian border)

“Half an hour ago on the border between Italy and Austria I saw with my own eyes a great many immigrants … With all solidarity with people in difficult circumstances I have to say that what I saw arouses horror … This huge mass of people – sorry, that I’ll write this – but these are absolute savages … Vulgar, throwing bottles, shouting loudly “We want to Germany!” – and is Germany a paradise now?
I saw how they surrounded a car of an elderly Italian woman, pulled her by her hair out of the car and wanted to drive away in the car.
They tried to overturn the bus in I travelled myself with a group of others. They were throwing faeces at us, banging on the doors to force the driver to open them, spat at the windscreen … I ask for what purpose? How is this savagery to assimilate in Germany?
I felt for a moment like in a war … I really feel sorry for these people, but if they reached Poland – I do not think that they would get any understanding from us … We were waiting three hours at the border which ultimately could not cross.
Our whole group was transported back to Italy in a police-cordon. The bus is damaged, covered with faeces, scratched, with broken windows. And this is supposed to be an idea for demographics? These big powerful hordes of savages?
Among them there were virtually no women, no children—the vast majority were aggressive young men … Just yesterday, while reading about them on all the websites I subconsciously felt compassion, worried about their fate but today after what I saw I am just afraid and yet I am happy that they did not choose our country as their destination. We Poles are simply not ready to accept these people – neither culturally nor financially.
I do not know if anyone is ready. To the EU a pathology is marching which we had not yet a chance to ever see, and I am sorry if anyone gets offended by his entry …
I can add that cars arrived with humanitarian aid – mainly food and water and they were just overturning those cars …
Through megaphones the Austrians announced that there is permission for them to cross the border—they wanted to register them and let them go on—but they did not understand these messages. They did not understand anything.
And this was the greatest horror … For among those few thousand people nobody understood Italian or English, or German, or Russian, or Spanish … What mattered was fist law… They fought for permission to move on and they had this permission— but did not realize that they had it!
They opened the luggage hatches of a French bus—and everything that was inside was stolen within short time, some things left lying on the ground …
Never in my short life had I an opportunity to see such scenes and I feel that this is just the beginning.”

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FYI:  The USA has taken in 11 million legal Mexicans, there are 9 million illegal Mexicans, plus we have taken in MORE IMMIGRANTS (from many many countries)  THAN ALL THE OTHER NATIONS IN THE WORLD – ADDED TOGETHER!!!!!  We are bulging at the seams and if we take in these people we are asking for suitcase bombs and homeland terrorism like we have never seen before!  Can we do anything about anything?  I don’t know!
And we think we are dealing with a homeless population and too few jobs in America now………

GOD BLESS AMERICA

September 11, 2015

On 9/12, my twin brother, an author and song writer, wrote this inspirational song, Twin Towers.   Let us never forget we are AMERICANS first.  We still love our country and the millions of humans beings that make and keep, AMERICA, a great nation  – ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!

GOD BLESS US ALL

Watch: http://bit.ly/TheTwins911

GOD BLESS AMERICA

September 10, 2015

On 9/12, my twin brother, an author and song writer, wrote this inspirational song, Twin Towers.   Let us never forget we are AMERICANS first.  We still love our country and the millions of humans beings that make and keep, AMERICA, a great nation  – ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!

GOD BLESS US ALL

Watch: http://bit.ly/TheTwins911


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