Warped Gratitude Blog

Today I am thankful for Facebook. If a man expresses interest in a relationship and friends you on Facebook, you get to see if he has a thing for a certain hair color.  I want to cringe when men ask me out and all their facebook friends are women that resemble me.  It makes me want to run.  Should a man post pictures like this.... or that.... he may not want you when your auburn locks turn platinum blond.  Bummer.  It won't stay red forever.  Love ya, S.  And after eighteen months of countless hours alone with such a man who lunges at me before taking a deep breath, hesitating and then extending out his right hand in an effort to shake mine,  I'm beginning to wonder what he's afraid of.... this..... No, probably this.... Play nice when messing with fire.  ***Okay, okay....he's probably met my 500 pounds stalker(s).   Everybody has.  The cops say my ex is stalking me.  My 500 pounds ex claims his obese sister is sta

Today I am thankful for my smart, patient and adorably nerdy computer programmer friends.   I find that my computer programmer friends tend to be more therapeutic than my guru-y, psychotherapist, psychiatrist buddies. They'll sit you down.  They look into your eyes and they size you up in a sentence or two.  They'll say things like 'you're still dealing with too much drama' before deciding that they're going to change your software program.  They'll respect you enough not to force you to talk about the crap.  Rather, they'll fill you with comfort food, fresh water and fun conversation.  They'll take you to a movie and let you have a couple of hours of peace and quiet.  They'll teach you that if you flood your heart with joy there is no room for fearing the creepy person that threatens the heck out of you. Fear and joy cannot occupy the same space.  Wow.... Love ya, S. 

Today I am thankful for my plagerizer.     He's from India.  He steals my articles without giving me credit.  He takes my recording and repackages them to sell.      I figure that it is probably hard for him to eeek out a living in India.  The wage are low.  The standard of living is fairly low.  I could probably collect a bag of cans digging in the trash and earn more than he can earn selling all my stuff in a week.      I'm not angry.  I'm actually happy that he is touching the lives of other people.      On the bright side, he always sends me such happy, cheerful and inspiring articles and self-help recordings to thank me for helping him.      I wish I knew where they originated.      Love ya,     S.  

Today I am thankful for the angels who touched my life with kindness.       Pray I have the ability to reverse a travesty of justice.     I remember the kindess in our local jazz town.      It is my turn to pay it back.      Love ya,     S.      Save my jazz town from urban renewal....                  

Today I am thankful for cowards and chairs.   I don't understand the whole Clint Eastwood thing.  I mean, really, if you're going to do a Gestalt therapy session without a shrink, at least be brave enough put the idiot needing the scolding in the darn chair.  There are some people who would need two chairs; one for Obama and one for Bush.  Me, I'd need a whole heck of a lot of chairs.  I'd whine.  I'd complain.  I'd go after one side for stealing money from the poor and giving it to the rich.  Then I'd yell at the other one for the same thing.  Where are they for the poor?  Where are they for the huddled masses? The tired?  The needy?  Nowhere.... I mean, we give money in the expectation that it will be there for us should we need it...right? We pay our taxes.  Why do they keep rising while our benefits from them are dropping?  I'll tell you. Politician are only in it for themselves.  They are Robbin' the Hood to line the