Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Facebook

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 stalking me.  I don't know.  All I know is that they're everywhere I don't want them to be. 

That is probably the biggest reason to hesitate. 

I always wanted an entourage, but this....this is insane! 







Sunday, September 23, 2012

Computer Programmer Friends

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. 






Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Today I'm Thankful for Plagerizers

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.  

Monday, September 3, 2012

Today I am Thankful for Good People

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....


 

 
 

 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Of Cowards and Chairs

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 their own pockets. 

I haven't yet picked on our City Council member pushing shanty towns near light rail lines.  He's a LEED contractor.  Guess who is going to get rich off of that? 

That's probably why he tore my friend a new arse by putting words in his mouth.  It may cost him his re-election.  I don't tolerate liars very well. 

They'd do anything for money. 

This is why voters are not happy. 

Seriously....there are no real differences between Obama and Romney.  Both Obama and Romney send job overseas.  Both are pro-war.  Both won't get rid of abortion or end the debate.  Ask yourself, how much money flows to their campaigns because of this passionate argument? If they end it, they'd go broke!!!

I can't tell the difference between them at all.  The Republicans will take your social liberties in the name of religion while falsely telling you the founding fathers were Christian (only one was Christian. all the others were Deist.) 

The Democrats will steal your personal freedoms and make it hard for you to make a living while promising you that they will care for the poor and keep you healthy.  Nope...Nada...No deal.  Try to get food stamps.  Unless your illegal in this state, you can't get them unless you quit looking for work.  Just wait to see the fiasco the health care insurance plan is.  It's insurance, not free health care.  It is a gift to the insurance industry to force everyone to buy a policy.  No where have they actually forced insurers to actually cooperate and pay bills. 

Both the Democrats and the Republican work in tandem to ratchet down what little freedom you have left. 

It's not right.  It's not fair. 

They don't work for you. 

They work for their political overlords. 

That empty chair thing is only for cowards.  If you've got balls, do the full chair thing.  Look 'em smack in the eyes and tell them that they are stupid morons for messing around with the people. 

I need to do that.  I need to fill a room full of whiny cry-babies and give them a piece of my mind. 

Wait...I already do that, don't I? 

It's called running for office and giving speeches. 

Oh....

I'm braver than Clint Eastwood. 

Oh, that really makes my day!!

Love ya,

S. 

P.S.  I may need to apologize for the rant. I'm in a lot of pain today. 

I was orphaned as a kid and spent a lot of time with Jazz musicians in the scary part of town.  I was a tiny white girl.  They were big, burly black men with daughters.  They looked out for me. 

My favorite story involves a man who played sax for a famous 70's dance band.  If I tell you who he was, it would betray my identity as it would reveal where I am. 

Back in '87, I was just a seventeen year old girl with a beautiful tenor sax.  He listened to me play.  He spend an entire day giving me pointers.  Then, he took me around to his friends and convinced one of them to give me a $400 mouthpiece for $40. 

My lesson from him was never to skimp on the equipment.  It made all the difference in the world. 

He died a couple of years ago.  I can't drive through that area without breaking down in tears. 

Now, the city council wants to tear the houses and historic buildings where the jazz bands played down, blight it, and give the land to a developer.  I'm assuming it is for one of those LEED shanty town scams because it is near a light rail line. 

This really hurts me.  I met an angel on this earth at a time when I needed one the most.  At the very least, his advice got me into a music education program.  At most, he taught me that the best way to succeed in life is to simply show up and practice. 

I don't want the memories to be demolished by greed. 

I vow to do whatever I can to stop this.  I hope the council members are sitting down in their chairs when I get ahold of them.


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