Well, since my blog is about whatever I want to write at the moment in time, guess I’d like this site to be a place of indulgence, debate and expanding minds by sharing thoughts. Both mine and the folks who comment. Sharing ideas is the beginning of acceptance. That’s what the end game of this site could and should be.
Tonight begins a new year for us all. A new start, perhaps. All bright and shiny with lots of possibilities.
It’s also a time to break new ground. Or break bad habits. Resolutions that we all make and hope to see come to fruition.
My husband and I have a new home with lots of land to plant and grow and that’s what we’re setting our year’s plan on. We’re resolved to build our own little piece of heaven here. A garden. An orchid. A few head of stock. That’s our plan for this new year.
How about you drop a comment below, telling your own resolutions, elaborate or simple, we all have plans to make a better life in the future, right?
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
That’s a hard one. I don’t cry much. When I’m pushed to tears it’s more than likely that one of my seven children have done something thoughtless or cruel. Yes, they can do that. They’re kids.
That’s not to say they can’t be wonderful and thoughtful as well. Lord in his heaven knows I adore each and every one of them. They are my eternal joy and my everlasting hell. You folks with adult kids, or even younger ones, likely know what I’m saying, hey?
But this entry is supposed to be about the joy, and after last year, Oct 31st, 2013 through the beginning of Oct this year, the joy has started coming in. We’ve bought the house that replaced the one destroyed in the flood at long last, after a YEAR of going through the process, well I’m thrilled, but no tears. Sorry.
Guess it could be because my babies get upset if they see me crying. And then the phones start to ringing cuz the kids, well the girls, have a hotline that could put law enforcement to shame.
But wait. Got it…..wait for it, dear readers, this is a good one. I do believe the thing that makes me cry for happy is romantic comedy. Yeah, you know those sappy final scenes where the couple have gotten through the hell that is their romance and lovely dovey commence. That chokes me up big time [cheeky grin] Hey, you asked.
There is a rumbling, grumbling rage of upset in the Austin Dr Who/Torchwood fan base tonight.
With the close of this season’s offering, “Torchwood: Children of Earth” the fans are screaming their grief to all and sundry, proclaiming to anyone who will listen that they will not be back for the pending series 4 release.
Why all the hub-bub, you ask?
In Series 2 the devoted fans saw the death of two, not one, but two of the core cast. Speaking in one of the special feature clips on the Series two DVD set, Russell T. Davies asserts that the decision to terminate Owen and Tosh was to off-set Torchwood leader, Jack Harkness’ immortality and show his vulnerability. Perhaps someone should have put up a bill board letting the creator know that his message as clear. Maybe then the fans, still reeling from the tragic deaths of Tosh Santo and Owen Harper, would not have been treated to another devastating team massacre with the current series. In this five episode epic, the fans have a justified feeling of betrayal with the death of Ianto Jones.
And what of the dashing rake, Captain Jack Harness? Is it possible this flamboyant, conman time-agent turned world crusader has really run away with his tail tucked under his flapping greatcoat?
This turn of events has fans screaming for blood. Russell T. Davies blood to be specific. Many grieving fans have declared that they will not be tuning in for Season 4. Only time will tell if they do return
Original post date: Saturday, July 11, 2009
Checked the Bizarre American Holidays page for today (June 6) and it declared today Teachers Day.
Okay, wasn’t that in May, you ask….A little checking about and I discovered that Teachers Day was first unofficially celebrated on June 6th in the year of our lord, 1931, by a group of famous Chinese teachers. At the time, this was not a formal holiday approved by the Chinese Nationalist Party.
So, to all the teachers out there reading this today, have a wonderful, relaxing day and bask in the greatness of your contributions to the nation’s children.
For the rest of ya, why not get on the phone and give that lady or gent that had your kids for those long nine months last year and let ’em know you appreciated the long hours of instruction they spent to give your kids that first non-parental, social leg-up that guides them in the laborious journey to adulthood.
ORIGINALLY POSTED TO PREVIOUS BLOG: Saturday, June 6, 2009
According to The Free Dictionary the definition of Gallimaufry is a jumble or a hodgepodge.
That just about sums up the idea behind this blog. Expect anything here. Believe…well…you can be the judge of the real and the imagined. That’s half the fun. This is where I’m gonna cut loose and just say whatever the heck comes to my mind and let the crap hit it.
Now understand, I’m new to this sort of thing. Blogging, I mean. Oh, I’ve opened a few from time to time, then lost track of ’em. Guess no one else was really interested in what was going on on them either, because no one ever asked, “So, whatever happened to that blog you opened back in ’99…”
Neither here nor there. Life goes on, don’ it?
This time though I’m pinning the future on response and garbled thoughts. Speak to me, peeps. You are here to keep me in line, as it were. In other words…. Guidance of the folks in the know is encouraged.
Happy National Doughnut Day, guys.
**ORIGINALLY POSTED TO PREVIOUS BLOG Friday, June 5, 2009