Time’s Children

I saw this on a random website:


January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about what he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn’t always know what that is. September once saw something so sad she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.Monday’s obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can’t remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday’s temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn’t say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They’re in love. Friday’s always wasted and her and Saturday hold each tightly other until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.





When people look at you, they have gotten enough information to judge you. And, people will judge the façade.


Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretense. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act.


In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. The right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person worth sticking with.



Do you believe in signs; as in things that happen along the way that help put you on your right path or the other for that matter?

I think I believe in them.

I am all for the notion “everything happens of a reason”; nonetheless, I continue to miserably fail in figuring out the right reason at the right time.

So when things are going rather smooth and easy, is it “because it is meant to be”? OR is it “the calm before the storm”?

And when things are hard and complicated, is it “because it is not meant to be”? OR “it is

nothing really comes easy in life”?

While I am at it … which one is it? Should we fight for what we want and what we believe? Or, should we let it go and if it is meant to be it will happen anyway; if it’s ours, nothing will change that?

My problem is not about believing in signs I guess; it’s interpreting them that I find very tricky. I am in peace with my destiny; I know that all that had happened somehow happened for a reason. I kind of figured some of the reasons, only rather late. I saw the signs early on I just misinterpreted them.

I learned a lot along the way; I learned how to control my temper, how to stop myself from blurting the wrong things when I am angry, I learned to think of consequences, I learned to put myself in the other person’s shoes, I learned to take it easy with the worrying and the obsessing, I learned that I am incapable of inflicting harm, I learned to have more faith, I learned to have a little patience, I learned to let go and not look behind, I even learned to stop asking ‘why’ when knowing is useless.

I haven’t however learned one thing … or two; I haven’t learned how to totally trust my instincts without thinking I could be wrong and that things could be the other way around; and so, I haven’t really learned how to interpret any signs.

So now, signs just keep on haunting me instead of giving me peace and reassurance. What a mess! And just when I thought I knew how things would go.




American Creativity…

Americans were never really known for their creativity … were they?

Just read something about a tour of the White House …

The rooms/areas that were visited were:

The Oval Office (Umm, an oval shaped office)
The Blue Room (a room with blue curtains and furniture)
The Green Room (a room with green walls, carpets, furniture, etc)
The Gold Room (a room with gold tapestries, walls, etc)
The Red Room (Umm, you guessed it.. red walls, curtains, etc)
The East Room (A room located on the East Side of the house)
The Map Room ( A room that was used to store and read maps??)
The Grand Staircase ( A staircase that is grand)


Oh, and there is of course the name of the building – The White House.

Couldn’t someone come up with anything a bit more creative? Is this really the best they can do?


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You could just be a camera.

A camera on two legs that films the things around it.

Slowly recording the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and years as they pass.


Or you could be more.
– Source Unkown

My Optimistic Plan

Is the glass half-full or half-empty?

Some people I know are pessimistic (I won’t mention names). These people not only believe the glass is half-empty but that there is a crack hidden in its base that’s sucking the remaining liquid from it as they watch. It’s tough for them even keep looking at the glass. Sometimes I think they just want to crawl off and hide in a culvert somewhere, hoping to avoid the worst. Of course, it’ll rain then, and the culvert will quickly become more than half full.

I am an optimist. I look on the bright side and face my fears with hopeful confidence that all will turn out well. Oh I can be pessimistic at times … I frequently dwell upon the mistakes I’ve made in the past and sometimes fear what’s going to happen in both the near future and the much farther-along End of It All.


But I digress…


So — would you rather be all doom and gloom or be delusionally happy? Yeah, me too.


If I am to believe it really is as bad as they think it is and it’s going to get exponentially worse, I’m going to need to make some changes. I’m going to try to stay in the present mostly and then plan for the intermediate future.


Therefore, and in spite of my pessimistic friends, I’ve come up with a plan, a fantastic plan if I do say so myself…


First, my three children and The Hubby’s three children will have to become educated so they’ll be sought after members of society.


During university Danielle will convert to Asatru and will go to school long enough to get her Masters degree in Nursing. This will make her an incredibly desirable immigrant to every country on the planet. Kelly will become a chef and feed us all. Jake will get a degree in Construction Management and will oversee the construction of our buildings. As for The Hubby’s children – Robert will get a degree in Horticultural Sciences and will cultivate our crops.; Michael will become a Viticulturist and will manage the vineyards, knowing just what grapes to grow in the northerly climate; and Krista will become a Vintner and oversee the production of all our exquisite wine. This will make all our children wanted citizens. The Hubby and I will be ready to retire about the time all our kids finish school. As a hobby, my retired Hubby will make casks to hold our wine. We’ll all move to Denmark.


As you may know, the Scandinavian countries are among the most enlightened on the planet, with correspondingly happy, optimistic populations. It will be good for my pessimistic half to hang out with these types of people.


Asatru is a formally recognized religion in the Scandinavian countries. Our children will marry the locals and have many children; they’ll all be raised Asatru. One of them will get a place with a shed out in the back, for The Hubby and I to live in. We’ll be allowed to occasionally come into the big house to help raise the little ones.


(Asatru = Vikings. This will become important later on – keep reading.)


I encourage all my friends to migrate to Europe with us. Some of you can even live in the clan halls built by my son and his sons. Why? Because as you know, the US will degenerate into economic self-destruction. I’m optimistic that the American population will crash within six decades.


Which is great news for us in Denmark.


This is why you need to come with me, The Hubby and our kids. If all goes as planned, I’ll have grand-kids and great-grandkids. The Asatru religion is all about self-sufficiency, courage, hard work, and taking care of your clanspeople.


Our clan will be among the best positioned in the world to survive when civilization falls. Denmark has a good, resilient infrastructure, non-dense population, close access to the ocean, and a temperate climate that will only get better with global warming. Iceland and Greenland are relatively unexploited and will thrive in a warmer world.


It’ll be a more primitive world, and the strong and brave will once again rise. Once more the halls will fill with our songs. Once more the Viking drinking horns, made from the descendants of the herds that we’ve decimated, will be held high as our people’s longboats are launched into a frothing sea.


The day will come, and it won’t be long, when our children’s children will skip across the northern seas, sailing from wealthy colonies in Iceland and Greenland, to glide down the North American coast of our ally, Canada, and descend like wolves upon the crude savages that inhabit the former United States of America.


Our children will sing this song as they joyously loot and pillage in the new dawn:


You think that this is all a fantasy. You think it cannot happen. Oh, no, my friends, my beloved clanspeople-to-be.


Yes, you’ve heard this song before. You’ve even seen the video. But you didn’t realize that you could take it personally. You didn’t understand its deeper meaning.


Remember — I’m an optimist. I have a special, close relationship with reality.

Come with me and make it all be true.


Every Now and Then

Have you ever tried holding an intelligent argument with someone, only to watch as it helplessly sunk lower and lower into the pits of absolute stupidity?


Have you ever tried to get a simple point across and realized that by the time the conversation had come to a close, you had been dragged so far off the initial topic that your original point had gotten lost in the bullshit?


I think we’ve all been there. Some find themselves in those kinds of situations more often than others. Fortunately, I tend to be able to avoid them for the most part. But every now and again, someone comes along who brings out the “f*ck you” in me.