My bad

It was my brother in laws birthday and he decided to take his wife, my activity director and myself, to Knuckleheads, a night club in Kansas City Missouri.

My brother in law seated me directly behind an older man who was sitting next to a pole nearly the width of the mans head. The three people in my party could see just fine, I on the other hand could not and as we watched the musicians portraying Buddy Holly and the crickets revving up the crowd, the old man decided to get up and get himself another beer but not before he wisely left his jacket on the back of the chair to save his spot. I spontaneously decided to move his chair three little inches to the right and when the old man returned with his tall boy beer, he noticed nothing. I said to my activity director, "When he drinks himself under the table, I will be able to see."

 After about 15 minutes the old man got up to get another beer and so again I moved his chair three inches to the right and after doing this for the forth or fifth time, the old man found himself squarely seated behind the pole and straining to see around it.  He struggled to move his chair but the floor was uneven and one of the legs kept snagging on the uneven concrete cracks in the floor and because he appeared too drunk to figure out this simple equation, he simply sat behind the pole staring at it for a few minutes, then he picked up his coat and stammered away.

I  moved up to the seat next to the mans chair as my activity director sat directly in the newly vacated chair and  I looked at my activity director and laughed as I said to him , "Good thing the  man wasn't incontinent," "You checked first right?"

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My bad,  as defined by the Urban dictionary;

 Moronic phrase used by pretentious, clueless twats to acknowledge they have made an error.
Example; I forgot to remove the safety catch before putting the gun against my own dumb head and pulling the trigger. My bad

I've started going back to the YMCA to exercise since my kids have have returned to school and I saw my friend Stacie who was working at the front desk.  I said to her, "HI Stacie, how are you honey!?" "I haven't seen you for a while!" Her personality is always very serious and she never cracks a smile - which  makes me laugh. She said  "I'm good,"  but then she became excited and said very quickly in her usual monotone, "I've lost 18 pounds!" I said, "That's terrific, good job, how did you do it?" She said, "I exercised." I said, "Well, point to the machine you used, that's the one for me!" "It's not here, she said, I go to "Curves."

Alrighty then.

My  friend George attends the parish across town and he always likes to tell me about whats going with the Knights of Columbus. He's a proud member of the K of C and he gets particularly excited when it's Lent as he goes on to describe how he participates in their annual fish fry. George is my grocery sacker, and we chat at least once a week and have done so for many years.

Last week I bought two carts of groceries and George said he would help me to   load them into my car. I said, "It's okay, I know you have other things to do, I can do it," but he insisted, and because I was feeling my age, I relented. I parked my car in the drive-thru lane and he began to move my things but as I got out to help him, he insisted, very sweetly, "You get back in the car, I will do it, besides your going to have to put it all away."  Yeah, your right George, and I should bring you home with me, your very helpful.

Ah, thanks George, your the best!

Then when I was leaving another store, a group of special needs people began to exit their bus. Their leader was a very handsome young man who was making playful walking gestures with his hands and trying to engage the older teens and young adults with his humor. I glanced at him and shot him a smile of approval as he laughed with embarrassment when he noticed that I had been watching him act silly.  Naturally I considered him to be very saintly and felt love at first sight for this man who was apparently as gorgeous on the inside as he was on the outside.

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* "An estimated 92 percent of all women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome choose to terminate their pregnancies, according to research reviewed by Dr.Brian Skotko, a pediatric geneticist at Children's Hospital Boston."

*Source- ABC news -Susan Donaldson James

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92 percent of these women don't know what they're missing and the world is worse off without these people.

Planes, trains and crappy automobiles.

My activity director and I are going to California

to see our daughter Elizabeth graduate from animation/film school and I'm so excited, I can hardly wait! My blog administrator asked what I wanted to do when we get there and  I told him, "I really wanna go to the cemetery."  Naturally, he scoffed and asked, "What for, are you kidding?"  Nooooo, I'm not kidding, who wouldn't wanna hike through a cemetery?! but not at night because it's really creepy. I'm not much of a movie fan anyway so my kid left home to make movies to annoy her mother and I'm not a fan of actors either but I am a big fan of Elizabeth and cemeteries.

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I cashed my teeny tiny ginormous check from the election office and  said to my banker, "I'm going on vacation,  I'm so excited, I need to get some cash for stereo cards or view master reels!  meals. He began to live vicariously though our conversation and excitedly he asked, "Where are you going on vacation!" I replied, "Watts" and he said, "Where" and I said, "Watts!, and again he asked, "Where", and again I said, "Watts!! Watts!!Watts! as the black man sitting next to me couldn't stop laughing because our pasty white banker had no idea of what I was talking about though now in retrospect,  I'm glad I  didn't  mention the cemetery, or Compton.

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Here's an email from an NBC page who's discussing the rules of the Jay Leno show with me.

Bring a copy of the front and back of her (Elizabeth's) drivers license with you when you attend the show, and you should be able to use the same reservation (Which Elizabeth secured under her name.)You may have your cell phone on you but it must be turned off and kept completely out of sight until you leave our studio at the end of the day. Cell phone usage is strictly prohibited in our studio and that rule is heavily enforced.
 NBC TICKETS

NBC Page

Okay, thank you for your speedy response. I can't wait to see the show! (I also noticed my hypocrisy) So photos of Jay and I are strictly prohibited? Darn :(

 How then,  will my blogger buddies believe me when I say I was there- with Jay!  It's kinda like when a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it. Was I really there? 

Belinda

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She sent no reply, honestly, I don't think she cares about my blogger buddies as much as I do.

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I hope I run into Ben Stein, but not with my car.

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I've thought about getting tickets for the "Price is right." I really need a new car but I don't wanna  win a showcase full of crap,  a pontoon boat with a complimentary severe sunburn ( Sara,I'm scared of the water), or a trip to a ski lift  in Samoa.

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I'm looking forward to mass at the cathedral in L.A., I like puppets, dancing and face painting,(again with the hypocrisy - just kidding), watching the sunrise on Venice beach, with entertaining half naked drug users  Forest lawn,  criminals- in the distance, people making fun of me in Spanish, GPS position # 34.14472-118.31762 (Guess who's buried there!), laughing at my blog administrator who'll be wearing his tube socks with elastic shorts pulled up to his man nipples,  hiking behind Griffith park, the Griffith observatory with Leonard Nimoy, tamales, Randy's donuts, Roscoe's chicken and waffles (I said Waffles Vincenzo!!) and meeting Elizabeth's mentor Candace who I have great affection for. (She created  the visual part for  the music video, "Take on me".)
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My activity director threatened to put me on a train if I throw up beside him on the plane. I'm still gonna throw up but I'm counting on him being too poor to put me on a train back to Kansas. I'm a pain in the ass.

Ana saved a young mans life who had a seizure in the pool this week. I'm so proud of her. I would've  ignored the  teen who went completely still. I have the idea that if a kid is being good, quiet,
or better yet -still,  then you don't bother them. Thank God  Ana thought otherwise.

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Ana -1

Ronald Reagan -77
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Good Job Ana!

 

“My Jesus, let my sacrifice burn before Your throne in all silence, but with the full force of love, as I beg You to have mercy on souls. - Sister Faustina

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I love her.
Just think, she could of prayed, "Please God save me, save MEEEE" but she didn't and even at a risk to her own spiritual well being by praying for others instead of herself. Though salvation without Christ is impossible, it's when your concerned and preoccupied for the redemption and salvation of other souls that you in fact, seal the fate of your own.

Dear God,

 I was wondering if you would consider making me a member of the Detroit Spinners and even though I'm a really, really white woman (practically translucent in fact) from Kansas and I have no rhythm or musical abilities  -what so ever , but not just a regular Spinner ( hidden in the back row), I wanna be the lead singer of the Detroit Spinners! I love their sound, demeanor, and their  outfits - a lot in fact. I love everything about them and as the presiding Spinner  I will draw attention to myself  and make it mostly all about me so as to raise awareness about the Spinners and to convert others  to the Spinners message  of love , peace, and perfect timing throughout  the world . Keep in mind dear God, that  I need  I wont take no for  an answer rather quickly because I'm not getting any younger. I do however,  have a few slight demands requests to make, small demotions, reductions, devaluations of their work, time and talent, which will essentially render the group worthless when I'm finished  ideas really, stuff no one would probably ever notice and would in fact enjoy if they did!

# 1 -  We could have puppets during the show, who doesn't love giant puppets?  Wait, that's been done before, ummm......... we could have clowns, mimes or finger puppets!

# 2-  I could dress like Toni Tennille and the men could wear sailor hats.  Keep  in mind  Lord, that I know all of the words to "Midnight train to Georgia."  -Just in case.

# 3-  I would ban all dancing at Spinner concerts, particularly on stage.  I'm uncomfortable about being rhythmically challenged , besides, I can't dance and sing at the same time.

# 4 -  I'm gonna have to ban the "fro" because I can't grow one.
# 5- I want to slow the songs waaaay down to be more inclusive and I'll eliminate any sad lyrics.
Lord, when I'm finished the Spinners will be unrecognizable and only a shadow of what they once were - great!

Dear God, If you should decide not to allow me to become a Detroit Spinner then would you at the very least make me a Soul Train line dancer?  Maybe, an Isley brother, Dear God, or a Temptation? Who doesn't  love Smokey Robinson!
 I've got some terrible terrific  ideas about those groups   because I can't let go of pretending to be something that I'm not nor ever will be so I'm going to make everyone else around me as miserable as I am  as well! 

Love,

Belinda

Don't you  hate it when people ruin   the things   you love  the most?

Real estate agent or nun... you decide.



I don't know. I guess it all depends on how you view disobedience. 

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I once knew a man who I fear may have gone to hell when he died.  I watched him speak about himself in glowing terms and he went on and on about his great accomplishments and how wonderful he was and had been throughout his life but as he spoke, a weed began to take root and grow around his feet, then up around his legs and it wove it's self around his mid section and chest while securely entangling him but he didn't  notice because he was still too busy  going on and on about how great he was but by now, the  leaves from the vines - which had grown as large as the mans head, began caressing and patting his back as he continued  talking until finally he was strangled by the invisible entity which had soothed, supported and comforted him. 

Now, I suspect that Satan  mocks him and demands, "Tell us again how very great you are!"
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After begging God for forgiveness my next most important prayer is to ask the  the Holy Spirit to help me to not be deceived  because  deception equals certain death.

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*If your reading something and it says's "renewal" anywhere within the book - put it down!
"Renewal" is the code word for destruction.

Excuse me,  but I was wondering if you're okay?

I wanna say to the gay men in the St.Pats day parade yesterday that I feel so very sorry for you. Could you not tell that everyone  - especially the men in the crowd were laughing at you and not with you and  in a less than  positive kind of way? This wasn't good and it couldn't have left you with  feelings of affirmation. I hate it when people make fun of other people and though you were awesome at the bat- ton twirling and you looked marvelous wearing  those teeny tiny gold lame' hot pants and a pair of converse tennis shoes,  I want you to ask yourselves, what kind of message were you sending to the crowd. Dare I say - you  bring on most of your heart ache yourselves. 

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 Where do you buy gold lame' hot pants anyway?  My blog administrator would look ....... hahahaha
Never mind...    A  well placed joke  here would get me in trouble.

Our children were prepared for St. Patrick's day and even though your not  able to see their faces, they were excited to be  at the university of Kansas.

The St. Patrick's day parade in Lawrence Kansas - the city of K.U. basketball - the future winners of March madness - 2011 - Obama said so.

Let's say, I  wanna make a disaster movie and I begin my story with a huge earth quake, then I add a tsunami, where I make cars swirl around like toddler toys in the bottom of a bathtub drain.  I would create a nuke explosion , and then another , and yet another followed by some nuke snow but not before a volcano eruption - for good measure and all the while I would have throngs of  helpless people waiting for aid and news of missing loved ones.  In this horror movie I would watch and wait for the food and water to deplete while disease loomed large as people came to terms with being blown back to the stone age - without electricity or housing and with a chill in the air.  I would tank the NIKKEI and make Japanese goods undesirable because of possible radioactive contamination and so would go their economy. What a movie that would make but then who would believe it?
I wouldn't -  not in a million years.

  Lord, how much worse will  the real Armageddon be?

I'm praying hard  and like I mean it. Please God, make this nightmare stop and heal the people of Japan.

*These photos are old stereo cards of Japan, which I do not own.

Ana's boyfriend, Nate, spent a few days with us for his birthday and so Ana decided to make him a cake.  Nate loves to fish so we took a baked pan of brownies and molded them into the shape of a fish, then we cut pieces of fondant to cover the brownie form which we then painted with food coloring. (We left off the fin along the top of the fish off so that the cake would fit nicely into our freezer.)

We used peanut M&M's for the eyeballs and Ana painted them to tone down the orange.

Ana doesn't know how to cook but her little sister Rose does, so Rose talked Ana through  the process of baking a chocolate cake from scratch.

We double dog dared Rose to eat the candy fondant bug in the fishes mouth which she happily had done.

 Naturally, Joseph loved the part with the fire and Sarah took a cut piece of the  "fish head"  to work with her  and  she put it on her bosses desk. What do you suppose that was all about?

Can somebody quickly pass  Burt Bacharachs cell phone number to me? I wanna check and see if he's alright  because now I'm kinda worried. He doesn't answer my emails nor has he responded to any of my snail mail letters and now he's left his piano in a quirky spot.
-Though kinda romantic I suppose - if a person had a boat, or could swim !

Aw, I just read that Jack Lalanne died on Sunday evening but I had  prayed for him last Thursday so I'm not too worried about him.  I'm thinking about "offering up"  my work out for his soul today but then again maybe I'll offer up a workout for him tomorrow or perhaps on Thursday. Okay I will positively offer up a work for him sometime next week.

I remember  when Jack said his goal was to live to be a hundred and I thought darn!, at 96 he was so close!

And Jack- about that sugar rant of yours, I had tapioca pudding for breakfast so maybe you could pray for me too?

Praying for "lost boys" and people with anger issues.

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Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided.
Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me.
Amen.

(Please Dear God, grant us your pardon and peace and help us to not be so angry.) 

 (Diary 1033). “When I see that the burden is beyond my strength, I do not consider or analyze it or probe into it, but I run like a child to the Heart of Jesus and say only one word to Him: “You can do all things.” And then I keep silent, because I know that Jesus Himself will intervene in the matter, and as for me, instead of tormenting myself, I use that time to love Him.” Mercy Minutes. - Sister Faustina

If you find yourself pregnant and alone -fall into Christ. He will save you and give you the strength you need and just when you need it..... I promise.

Have you ever wondered if God keeps some of the things you've made on his  refrigerator?

Here's whats on my fridge.

Our daughter Grace is working on a set of drawings for our Priest at his request, but this is only a rough sketch.

Dear Miss Janet,

 I would like to report something strange I saw at my local Walmart store as part of your new, "If you see something, say something campaign."

I saw something strange here......

                                                                              And again here...

And here......

(I think this guy's the hamburgular, you might wanna arrest him A.S.A.P.)

(Sorry, I stole that joke.....please don't arrest me.)

 I'm pretty sure I found the "Uni bomber" in isle 13.

This woman needed to pick up a few things before she had to catch a flight. (Transparency is paramount.)

Clearly we can see, though nauseating, nothing illegal could be found.

 If fro- hawks aren't illegal , they should be.

Some people were fudging the legal drinking age in Arkansas.

AnTiDePrEsSaNtS for everyone!!

(That can't be legal.)

Congrats, honey... yes you did!

(Did you hear they're hiring at the TSA!)

Managerial approval was needed in lane 24 as Mr.Gold finger requested a price check on an aerosol paint can, but thankfully the Sharpie markers, freon, nail polish, and cement glues were all clearly marked.
(I smell something fishy.)

Eating on the run... that can't be good.

Is fast food still legal?

 

Sister, you can't deny, there's lots of suspicious activity going on over at Walmart, which makes me think all the more, I need to avoid the place entirely.

Yikes, trying to avoid those uppercut comments from an occasional rude blogger can be quite a task indeed.

It's okay I suppose, as we're mostly getting walloped by people who consider themselves to be Christians.  I think sometimes people forget they're not actually alone and real people with feelings are on the other end  and while non-Christians are watching us as our actions speak louder than our words.

Yea, Miss Melody follows me now, I love her!!

That's the best when someone knows you yet likes you anyway. Go figure.

*I'm pictured on the far right, my blog administrator is on the left - a real charmer isn't he?