Showing posts with label Belinda's strange brain connections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belinda's strange brain connections. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Vincenzo, (Catholic blogdoms very own photo shop ninja master) has produced my colorful new header specifically showcasing the Galactic quadrant, my brain, and his talent. He said it took him about 45 minutes of his life ( Which he will never get back :O ) and the poor fellow wasn't even compensated for his kindness towards me. In return, I give to Vince- the origins of the Vulcan hand salute. God bless you Vince and thank you.
*FYI, This is a temporary header, posted out of gratitude. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do.
I'd also like to point out the geeky ninja master belt has a knife holster which also doubles as a geeky cell phone cradle. It might be interpreted as inappropriate but I don't post naughty.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sister I know how you feel, I couldn't believe it either.
So many people seem to have lost their senses of boundaries.
I took two of my three teenagers who don't like me very much shopping and when you shop with teens you can expect you'll be working off some of your accumulated purgatory time. Teens are rarely satisfied with the things their parents buy for them and they like to express this fact much to the distress of their parents who really do try to please them even though they mostly think we're here to ruin run their lives. To make matters worse many of our clothing options were either, mildly trashy, overtly slutty and how much would you pay to...... too expensive , poor quality or "You expect a kid to wear this!?"
(Sometimes young minds confuse trashy with beauty ( Think- Dolly Parton fashion) and they're unable to differentiate between the two, so you could imagine there was conflict.)
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I saw a very large young man wearing glasses and jean shorts down to his knees which nearly touched the top of his tube socks strolling through the lingerie department with his sister,mother girlfriend, wife or significant other and all the while looking at bras and making suggestions about style, comfort, and fit. He made himself at home and commented about everything she looked at as she asked for his opinion repeatedly. (Which in MY opinion wasn't worth squat.) Naturally I wanted to hurl right then and there but not wanting to cause a scene I simply gave him the death stare, and my personal favorite- The "WTH" is your problem", stare.
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I don't ever want to see men in the ladies department. I don't care if your with your wife, grandmother or best buddy. You don't belong there and what would you know about comfort and fit? If you want to buy these things for you wife order it on line. Now if your ordering online for yourself, your brother in law, your mom or even for your girlfriend then I still have a problem with you but then that would be an entirely different post.
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As we were walking out, a woman was all excited with my Maria and said to her, "Your so sweet , what a nice person you are!" and I grabbed Maria's face and said, "Okay Maria, wha'd ya do?! But she said, "Nothing." The store manager pointed and said, "She gave her seat to that old man over there!" He smiled at me as I said to him, "Geese, I'm spending my retirement on Catholic schools , thanks be to God, today I got some of my moneys worth." (He wasn't looking for bras either. He sat in a chair and minded his own business - like a real man who waits to find out what his wife bought when she gets home - Like a Christmas present.)
*I noticed that men tend to put their hands behind their back when confronted with these sort of situations. The man at the store did this same thing -when he didn't have his hands all over the merchandise.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Dear Mr. Montalban,
I too love Corinthian leather because it's kid proof and kids can be rather slimy and sticky. I also love uber Catholics like yourself although I usually avoid the Catholics who enjoy righteously slapping people upside the head with their pre -Vatican II Baltimore Catechisms and who suck all the joy out of our faith, but then again I'm not too crazy about the liberal -"anything goes" Catholics either who think "they" are all they need to save themselves.(If they even think they need to be saved at all.) My favorite people are ones who are faithful to the magisterium and who share the love of Christ with one another in an honest, accurate, and joyful way like you had done.
From wikipedia- In 1998, Pope John Paul II named Ricardo Montalban a Knight of the Order of St. Gregory the Great the highest honor a Roman Catholic lay person can receive from the Church....
I found enormous opposition to my religion. It's like if you want to strengthen your biceps, you lift heavy weight, as heavy as you can handle, and work your muscles against resistance until it grows strong. I had to do that with my religion.
Ricardo Montalban
And yet I think of Christopher Reeve who said he would pay two million dollars to be able to feel pain again. What a courageous man! So I have to think that pain is a blessing.
Ricardo Montalban
*Warning to my children .. Never ever get into a pimped our Chrysler Cordoba -keep in mind, the luxury of yesterday is the sleaze of tomorrow.
I dreamt that I was driving through Kansas City wearing my best outfit because I was invited to attend some sort of a function. While in route I saw things that I wasn't looking for, or supposed to even see. I won't go into the details but know this, that when you sin your never alone ,even if you think that you have complete privacy. When you plot and lay out evil plans in your head or on paper God always knows, and people often forget about the workings of the Holy Spirit who requests prayers to thwart your deeds. Satan is no respecter of you or of your privacy and he won't keep your sins a secret. Well , not for long unless he's saving you for some sort of entertaining crash for later. Now, if you were to ask me if I second guess myself and wonder if perhaps my prayers prayed for strangers who I have dreamt of are pretend , I would say not anymore.
Today I took our child who was running a fever to the Doctor. I had forgotten my pen to check in with , but I thought to myself , "well , that's okay". I can make due with the office pen after all I didn't plan on putting it into my mouth afterwards nor my fingers. Then I remembered that I needed to phone home to make sure that my little angels were indeed being little angels . Imagine my horror when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my cell phone , and I was forced to use the public waiting room phone. I tried not to let my mind wonder about the poor soul who had probably hacked up a lung from the ill effects of TB and had used this particular phone just before I had. So now I'm doing a mental cootie check. I've got issues from my face down to my hand. I say to myself, "it's no matter about these things. I just want my sick child to feel better."
We were escorted to an examining room. Where the Dr. said that our daughter would be fine , and of course now that we were at the Doctors office the fever was gone. This is a magical side of the medical profession, you take a sick child to the Doctor and nine times outta ten they heal up in the waiting room and they seem to be confused as to why you were mean enough to drag them there in the first place.
Poor Maria had to give blood as a final check to rule out any bigger, or badder (I know) issues. So the kid turns green ,and begins to throw up, and I begin to panic, (internally - it's always internal) and I say to the nurse, "do you have anything that she can throw up in?" and the woman hands me the trash can and says's , "can you hold this?", and of course I began to stammer, and stutter, as my child begins to spew, but I keep saying "um.........um........uuuuummmm," and as I see my child reaching out for the trash I grab it instead. I wouldn't dare let my child touch the thing.
Okay , so it was the trash can that was under the sink , and not the other one with all of the terrible warnings , bells, and whistles you know the bio hazard one, but that didn't make me feel any better. No , none what so ever. I could plainly see that it was still full of cooties - inside , and out . As the blood sample was returned to the lab another patient handed in his urine sample over my left shoulder - OVER MY SHOULDER to the lab lady while I was standing inside of the door frame I kept thinking... God is killing me.... s l o w l y.....
I really wanted nurse Dixie Mccall to come in and set things straight. My child is fine, and so am I........... well I do have a headache. I probably picked up something from that phone..... Oh, never mind.....
Remember when Nurse Dixie was there for you , and she always set things straight.
And since your still reading my blog post I wanna talk to you about another one of your videos. You may remember the one I'm posting about, it's similar to those late night commercials on TV where the hot young chick is asking old geezers to call for a free confidential chat for the first 10 minutes. Now , you know when creepers call those phone numbers that the blazing hot women that they think they are speaking with , and who would never give them the time of day in real life aren't the actual women from television. The real women on the other end of the phone are the kind of women that no one wants to sit next to on public transportation yet men don't mind schmoozing with 'em over the phone. Anyway I think that your confusing lust with love , unfortunately many people do.
Besides your like 110 years old so knock it off and if that girl in the video calls back tell her that I would like to speak with her mother and if you need any "elder aid" products let me know, my kid loves those time savers and we have enough of them to go around.
I had this dream where I found myself sitting on a bus . It was very much like the bus pictured above. It was an older bus from the time period of my youth even though it had been an older model than the 1960's .
As I sat on the bus the sun began to set, and the colors of the suns rays that shown inside of the bus were beautiful. The dream was sort of sepia toned in color. I looked at the driver and I wondered why we were parked and what were we waiting for. I was told that we were waiting for the people of the neighborhood that had lived on my street during the 1960's and earlier to die and that the people chatting with me on the bus had already died , even so we were waiting for more souls.
I was very excited and happy to share my faith and the kind of life that I had lived with these people. (although I didn't realize that it was probably too late) I was delighted to tell them about the influence that they had had on me as a small child. Even though they're influence was passive in nature and they couldn't have cared any less.
I was sitting in the back of the bus in front of an angry old woman and I turned around to face her and to listen to her. She began to tell me that she had been (and still was - even in death) angry with the Catholic church over a Priest that hadn't done something that she had wanted him to do. She said , "that's why I quit going to the Catholic church." She was also angry with God over a sick baby of hers that had died and all the while as she kept speaking with me her evil son who lived a life full of sin sat in the seat in front of me and as he leaned over he began to breath down my neck as he whispered something evil about his activities and then directly upon my ear. He took delight in his sins and had no apparent remorse. He was bragging about his deeds and I had seen some of his activities as he was describing them to me.
The old woman complained that God had never helped her and that her son(s) turned out so poorly and she was angry with God about that too. She had blamed God for everything bad that had happened to her and she didn't take any personal responsibility for these problems much of which she created herself.
I said to her , "how can you be angry with God when your the one that told him that you would not serve?" When a parent tells God that they wont serve you are also telling God that your children won't serve either . You made that decision for your sons too. These decisions effect generations and you can't blame God for the results of your wicked son (s). If you reject your faith how then can a life produce good results?
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Then when I woke up I said to myself , "oh, crap", " I was on that purgatory bus too!"
And people who turn their back on Christ and their faith make me profoundly sad.
*Disclaimer. I don't want any wacky followers and I don't have church approval
and I don't think that I'm all that .
Even so God does speak to us sometimes through our dreams now doesn't he?
And lastly there maybe a bus parked somewhere that's waiting for you too.
Today I took our child who was running a fever to the Doctor. I had forgotten my pen to check in with , but I thought to myself , "well , that's okay". I can make due with the office pen after all I didn't plan on putting it into my mouth afterwards nor my fingers. Then I remembered that I needed to phone home to make sure that my little angels were indeed being little angels . Imagine my horror when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my cell phone , and I was forced to use the public waiting room phone. I tried not to let my mind wonder about the poor soul who was probably hacking up a lung from the ill effects of TB and had used this particular phone just before I had. So now I'm doing a mental cootie check. I've got issues from my face down to my hand. I say to myself, "it's no matter about these things. I just want my sick child to feel better."
We were escorted to an examining room. Where the Dr. said that our daughter would be fine , and of course now that we were at the Doctors office the fever was gone. This is a magical side of the medical profession. You take a sick child, to the Doctor, and nine times outta ten they heal up in the waiting room, and they seem to be confused as to why you were mean enough to drag them there in the first place.
My poor child had to give blood as a final check to rule out any bigger, or badder (I know) issues. So the kid turns green ,and begins to throw up, and I begin to panic, (internally - it's always internal) and I say to the nurse, "do you have anything that she can throw up in?" and the woman hands me the trash , and says's , "can you hold this", and of course I began to stammer, and stutter, as my child begins to spew, but I keep saying "um.........um........uuuuummmm," but as I see my child reaching out for the trash I grab it instead. I wouldn't dare let my child touch the thing.
Okay , so it was the trash can that was under the sink , and not the other one with all of the terrible warnings , bells, and whistles , but that didn't make me feel better. No , none what so ever. I could plainly see that it was still full of cooties - inside , and out . When the blood sample was returned to the lab another patient handed a urine sample over my left shoulder to the lab lady while I was standing in the door way. I kept thinking....
God is killing me.... s l o w l y.....
I really wanted nurse Dixie Mc Call to come in and set things straight. My child is fine, and so am I........... well I do have a headache. I probably picked up something from that phone..... Oh, never mind.....
Remember when Nurse Dixie was there for you , and she always set things straight.
I have recently heard about a story of something that had happened to one of our blogger buddies. She said that someone threw a diaper into her yard over a fence. So she went to her neighbors door to return it. This kind of thing happens where I live all of the time except that we never know who does this sort of thing. People usually dump couches, broken furniture or old refrigerators. So I would like to offer my suggestions to her in case this should ever happen again.
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First you cut off the tabs that secure the diaper and then set them back ,or you could actually cut a one inch piece from the diaper- if your brave, then you get an envelope and you put a Q-tip swab inside of the envelope with a note. You write "this" on the note..... "Hi , I found this diaper in my yard ,and I wanted to return it to you." "I am very conscientious about the environment - I care. So I cut samples of DNA from this diaper, and I was wondering if you would mind swabbing the inside of your infants cheek or collecting some drool from it's chin , and then if you could return this swab to me as soon as possible that would be great!(DNA can be fragile) "The authorities have suggested to me that I need more proof for a diaper verification if you will." "Thank you so very much for your time, and I hope that your family enjoyed the Christmas cookies that I had sent to you - last Christmas." God bless you all.
Then I would put it on a bed of shredded paper in a box (note, all recycled materials) along with the note ,Q-tip ,and the diaper then seal the box and over tape it , then address it , and take it to the post office as quickly as possible, then have it weighed. After you find out how much it weighs, then I would put that amount of postage on the package - LESS 3 cents, and here's what will happen ; the neighbors would get an official notification in the mail that reads "you have a package waiting for you at your local post office, and if you want to collect your package you must come down to the office ,and pay the balance of the unpaid postal fees. So when they happily run to the post office (because everyone loves an unexpected brown paper package tied up with string) they will be frustrated to learn that they drove all the way down to the post office for 3 cents.(It would cost them at least $2.50 in gas) Of course your neighbors won't have three cents so they have to go back to the car to look for loose change between the car seat cushions. After they pay the postal fee ,they would then have to struggle with the over wrapped package. Perhaps they would be unable to open this package until they got home- with tools, then Surprise !!! They find your nice note, a Q-tip swab,a two week old dirty diaper that's missing a one inch square , and your warm Christmas wishes from last season. That my dear Cathy is how you make lasting friendships. Then remember to send them some cookies next Christmas....in a brown package as before, but don't forget to add three cents extra for postage.
This is my life I have learned much of it the hard way.
It was about a Nun , and she was very sinful. Evil really. She taught art classes. (Pottery) The thing that people don't realize is that what you do in secret really isn't secret at all. Oh sure it seems like it is at the time, but God sends visions to people. God sends souls to pray against your evil deeds, and to pray for the conversion of your souls, and for the souls of those who you harm. One body , one Christ. All things are known to God. Nothing is hidden. So next time that you consider hurting a child (or an older teen) - even a child (teen) that consents, or anyone really - know that you are being watched. God saw everything....Everything.
*disclaimer, I am a sinful dork, and have not been church approved. In fact my approval rating is so low that I can't even get approval from my own family :)
Last night I dreamt that Pope John Paul and his driver drove up to me in a white pick up truck with a camper shell, and they nearly ran over me. They seemed to be unintentionally "hill jumping" because they were such in a hurry. His male driver who I don't remember was trying not to be noticed out of modesty. (At the bottom of the hill that they had jumped was a place of safety , reprieve, and healing for myself as a child. ) Our Pope got out of the truck , and he walked up to me , but before I would let him speak I said wait, wait can I kiss your ring , and your face first? I had kissed him then he began to speak with me . He said that he was looking everywhere for people who were drunk, or addicted to drugs, and that he was trying to collect as many souls as he could , and as quickly as he could.. I said eating disordered people also ? and he said yes you can come too. ( That shocked me because I wasn't asking for myself , and he had convicted me at the same time, but still I was glad that he said that I could come too.) He said that he had been looking everywhere for these souls because if they were sober they would encounter Christ and they could be saved. He said that he had been searching everywhere for them, and that he wanted them to attend a special Mass that would be said for them. He asked for me , and for others to help him find as many alcoholics , and drug addicts that we could find , and bring them to a special Mass.
So then I began to collect people as he had instructed me to do, and the outdoor place where Mass was to be held for these souls began to fill up quickly just from word of mouth. It was full of people who were drunk, and addicted and in desperate need for Christ's healing , and while they were at mass amazingly they were sober enough to hear the word of God , and for many this was their last chance for had they not gotten sober then their souls would have perished , because they would have never found Christs redemption........... Then I woke up.
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I was never a huge fan of JPII , but I didn't dislike him either. I knew so little about him. How strange that I would dream of him. I just realized that my grandfather who was an alcoholic for many years lived at the top of this same hill, and I have been praying hard for his soul, and I had asked God that he be saved at the begining of this Lenten season, and that it be done before Lent was over. Lent ended last night................ Coool Dear God.
* Remember that I have not been church approved , and I am a dork.
Mr.Tyler is a Catholic boy. He celebrated his birthday this past week ,and he turned 61. I never liked him until I saw him on television feeding the poor. Awww, I am such a sap. (Kiss a kitty or pat a kid on the head, and I swoon.) Now I'm gonna go ,and listen to "Janies got a gun" or maybe "sweeeet emotion". He's still kinda too much for me.
I often wonder if Elvis went to heaven or hell. They say he died in the bathroom. Personally I do a lot of thinking , and praying in the bathroom. It's a great place to hide out from children , and talk to God.
I was walking down Main Street U.S.A. , and for my readers with children you might recognize that address as being the "main street" in Walt Disney Worlds "Magic Kingdom.
For some strange reason I was walking alone without one of my children hanging on to me while Paul was watching me. I began to walk "in step" with this funny looking man. He was short like me ,( I am only 5'-3 ish) and he was wearing black suede leather pointy shoes - they looked soft , and a top hat that was like the one that Honest Abe wore. He had dark sunglasses, and long black curly hair. - like Shirley Temple. He wore black skinny pants with a silk purple shirt, and a black vest, and as we walked I burst out loud laughing, I laughed so hard at him. I was very rude, and I was ashamed of myself , but I couldn't stop. I've never done that before. I felt so bad. I hope that I didn't hurt his feelings. Later Paul asked me ,"do you know who that man was ?"
I said, "Peter Pan?"
"No" , Paul said ,"he's slash from "Gun's,and Roses"
* Do you think that I am the only person on the planet that prays for "Mr. Slash?"
Patrick O' Malley was in New York , and he was patiently waiting, and watching a traffic cop on a busy street crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, "Okay pedestrians". Then he'd allow the traffic to pass. He'd done this several times while Patrick still stood there waiting on the sidewalk. After the cop had shouted "Pedestrians" for the tenth time, Patrick went over to him and said, "Isn't it about time you let the Catholics across?"
This post is another one of those two-fers , you have possessed robots turning on their human masters like the ones over on "Drudge" , but we also have featured Tulsa passengers being patted down in the same "News" footage.
This reminds me of another history making paring of like minds from "hooter-ville". Remember when Granny Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies came to visit Petticoat Junction ? Hooter ville had a number of other colorful residents too -just like the Obama administration. The Ziffels had their pet pig "Arnold" and he was the smartest member of the family. Don't forget about Mr. Haney the shifty traveling salesman who is now in charge of world finance, and Eb Dawson who was the towns handyman extraordinaire- he plans on doing the retro-fitting work in the government buildings as part of "Obamas" energy savings plan. Remember Sam Drucker played the same guy on all three shows, "Petticoat Junction" the "Beverly Hillbillies",and "Green Acres". Sam was efficient at networking !! Gene Simmons, and robots are freaky. BTW, I saw Kiss back in 1977 at a concert ,but fortunately I was seated very far away.
