I was standing in line in a Vietnamese deli. This lady came up to me and touched my arm, held out her hand, and pointed to her mouth....A good point.... She went to every table and made additional points, without saying a single word. She definitely made several good points.
May I point out that, at her rate of pointing, she was "making" at least $50 an hour?
...at 3:05am I saw my mother take her last breath. Something changes inside of a person when their mother dies. Something changes in the world on that day. I don't know how to describe it, nor do I know if others feel the same way I did when she left. I only know that a sort of void and emptiness seemed to exist where-ever i looked in the world. She was one month shy of turning 60. Cancer.
I spent some time this past month talking with a "friend" who recently lost her mother. Not only did she lose her mother, but she also lost her best friend. I probably can only truly understand some of the pain she must be feeling. I guess you could say, if there was one important life lesson I learned when my mother died, was that I learned how to see and feel some of the pain a person experiences when they lose someone close. I'm not ashamed to admit I learned how to cry that morning.
Being a Christian, and believing that Jesus is the only way to God sounds like such a terribly harsh thing to say to a friend who has lost someone who does not believe the same thing. At times, it is almost a cruel thing to say to someone who does not believe this. There is one part in the bible where Jesus tells someone who has lost a relative to "let the dead bury the dead, and follow Him." I could never say this to anyone. I recently read a survey saying that a large percentage of people believe there are many ways to God. My friend believes this to be true. I hope she is right.
Even though the bible documents Jesus saying He is the only way to God, and that there is no other way to Him, other than via His grace and blood he shed on the cross...maybe there will be exceptions. There just has to be some. I hope. I hope.
you know how there are some "spills, drops and messes" you could just ignore and they just seem to get fixed, cleaned, picked up, or whatever by the "mess fairy"?
...like when you're eating roasted peanuts...and when you're cracking open the shell and get to that little annoying lighter than air paper like covering (what the heck is that?) and it just flies all over the place like your t-shirt...your face...and a 3 foot diameter around where you're sitting...well if you ignore all those little flakes for an hour or so, they get cleaned up by the mess fairy..did ya know that?
...like when you drop a small piece of meat on the floor, you just kick it under the table to where the mess fairy lives...
...or if you happen to get a booger on your finger (from who knows where), you just make these special flinging movements with your fingers...and the fairy comes to take the booger away?...
...well i found out there are some messes that the fairy will not attend to...what the heck?...not a full service fairy?...shoot...i wanna different fairy...my mess fairy is not working out very well when this happened this morning...
...my dog went outside to take her morning leak and poop...when she came back in, i noticed (as well as my nose) that after she pooped...SHE STEPPED RIGHT IN HER FRESH SMELLY STEAMY MUSHY POOP...CRAP!...double crap! how on earth does she do that?...i have never stepped on any of mine!!!
...so with every step she left a fudgcicle or skidmark...and even though she must know there's something smelly on her left rear paw, she still acted like she wanted to play "find your bone"?...how could this be?
...where was the mess fairy when i needed her most?...crap...she's stanky
...who are these guys?... is it mr. barnes or miss noble or vice versa?...are they friends?...are they homosexual lovers?...do they like books?...do they know that people go into their store and just read magazines?...where are they from?...where do they live?...do they practice safe sex?...do they go into men's restrooms and wait for people to make signals with their feet for promiscuous anonymous sexual activity without condoms?(ewwwww...change subject)...do they know ben and jerry?...why do they hide the playboy magazines so high up behind all the other semi sexual magazines like FHM, STUFF and MAXIM magazines?...hmmmm?
...so J and i spent 2 hours in the bookstore last night...she read all the books and magazines on home decor...and i am now educated in all aspects involving current surgical techniques for trauma and diseases
...so we are now looking for a house in california...hmm?...where to live?...where to live?
...what exactly is this valentine's day thing anyway?...thank goodness for 7-elevens...har
...the crime in oakland is going crazy lately...murders galore last week...yikes
...flavor of love 3 is starting NOW...whoa boi!
...i really need to play golf
...i really need to go back to hawaii
...trying to get everyone together for a bahama cruise for 5 days on march 24th...for $600 pp including rt air from cali to fla
...so there's this demented guy that lives in the next condo...last night at about 1am J and i hear him snoring through the wall...well actually through the electrical outlet...and not just 'little' snoring..but loud loud snoring...like he is sleeping right next to the outlet...so J and i lie down on the floor next to the outlet to listen to him....(J calls him a demented guy because...well...he's like a 40 year old chinese guy living with his parents and he walks around talking to his shoes a lot...so he might not really be demented...but he might be just a little demented...like just about half demented)...so anyway while we listened to him snoringi wanted to see if he could hear me too...so i yelled into the outlet...HEY!...HEY!...then i couldnt hear him anymore...i think because we were laughing too much