Songs that mean something to me..... (playlist)
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Labels: parenting, Turning 18
What happened to the dreams I had?
When did I give them up?
When did I come to realize,
I'd drank the bitter cup?
When did I learn to compromise,
And not strive for the best?
Why does the love of life burn low?
Where did I fail life's test?
What happened to the girl I was?
So ambitious in my youthful way,
So eager to partake in life,
Enjoying each and every day.
How could "she" be what I am now?
So lacking in self-worth?
Disillutioned, bitter. . . and unloved,
And tired of this old earth.
How do the years go by so fast?
Where have the moments sped?
Can I believe that after death,
There's something better up ahead?
Why can't life grant a little bit
Of happiness to each?
And let us believe our goals in life,
Might be "within" our reach?
Shall I ever find the answers,
To these questions on my mind?
Or search forever for those things,
I'm destined not to find?
Death in all its mystery
Should never be unveiled
The ugliness of loss of life
And hopes and dreams that failed
I saw a girl in bed with death
Consumed by its lecherous hold
I watched death feed on her life's force
As she changed from young to old
Before my eyes her spark expunged
Her spirit lay defeated
No fight inside no will to live
All her memories had retreated
I saw a girl too tired to live
I watched her inside erupt
Left with only anguish and a living shell
Waiting for her body to catch up
Her lifeless face, her fear of days
She wanted it to be over
I couldn't save her from herself
Her soul exposed without cover
I said good bye and watched her die
I've never seen such sorrow
She beckoned death in her surrender
She had no more tomorrow
I watched her die with eyes wide open
No color in her face
As death devoured her remaining life
For in this world she had no place
You should never die from the inside out
Or unveil death's mystery
I have never seen a more tragic sight
When the girl I watched was me


Here is your favorite poem for your birthday!!!
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores accrowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

In memory of a great man and father...I miss you! Happy Birthday.
As I mentioned to all of you in an earlier post, my best friend's father (who was also a dear friend of mine), died recently. Well why digging through some old pictures I found some of "Doc" and decided to share them with you. We called him "Doctor Bombay" because he was from Bombay, India. Above he is napping with one of his dogs! The man truly lov
ed animals!
Here he is on the left holding my son. You can tell these are several years old since my son just turned 17 last week. Doesn't he remind you of Omar Sharif from Doctor Zhivago?
| You Are Lightning |
![]() Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random emotional outbursts You are best known for: your powers Your dominant state: performing |
| Your True Love Is a Cancer |
![]() Why you'll love a Cancer: Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt. Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up! Why a Cancer will love you: Cancer is laid back enough to deal with your mood swings and your passion for life. You know how to make Cancer comfortable with you and at the same time save them from boredom. |
Well I could just keep on the track I am on now,


But I promise that I am cheering up now!! In fact, I truly believe that it is in these such times of despair or unhappiness, that we are usually inspired to start searching for a better way or truer answers. It pushes me further
on my road to wisdom!!!
Now don't confuse knowledge with wisdom, one helps you make a living. . . .
So now . . .
since it has been
raining here for at least 40 days and 40 nightsit feels like, I will give you some things to do on a rainy day that
keep your inner soul happy!
And we must ALWAYS feed our inner soul and LISTEN to our inner voice!
Don't let the sound of DOGMA, or others opinions drown out your own inner voice and always have the courage to follow that intuition.
Believe it or not, it is there for a reason and that inner voice already knows what you want and how you feel and what is the best path for you. . .
long before YOU do!)
Here is the list:
Eat breakfast naked.
Take toys in the bathtub with you.
Do something Up-Side-Down.
Build a tent.
Unlock your secret powers.
Send out telepathic messages.
Take a nap.
Keep a promise.
Encourage silly.
Paint your tennis shoes.
Listen to the rain.
Dance on the table.
Make some mistakes.
Learn from them.
Value your own opinions.
Laugh loudly.
Forget to wear underwear.
Wear silly hats.
Practice random acts of kindness.
Allow the outrageous.
Invite someone dangerous to tea.
Stay up too late.
Change a routine.
Take a moon bath.
Wake up in love.
Trust your inner voice.
Leap into the unknown.
Be Alive!!!
Because Remember. . . life should never be measured by how long we live, or "how many breaths we take". It should be measured by how many things, "take our breath away!" 
~ signing off. . .
Your "Occasionally Outrageous" MsCheeVS

Isolation
The effects of isolation
In all of it's magical strangeness
Waiting without purpose
But in a state of highest tension
All around is nothing emerging from the void
That external namelessness and formlessness
Which is the very substance
Of our concrete and transient universe
If only to be content to simply exist
To be intensely and absolutely there
Isolation gives everything an absolute
Thing-in-itselfhood
In nature the isolation of an object
Heightens its significance
And endows it like a piece of art
With a symbolic meaning
Which is identical with Being
Something Everything
Which I have looked upon
Now seems to scream of something that is gone
I walk solitary
To me the universe is void of life
Of purpose
Of even hostility
It is one huge, dead, steamroller
Going on in its dead indifference
Having no hope
No fear
Yet I live in a continual pining fear
Apprehensive of everything
Waiting to be devoured
By what?
Myself I suppose
Everything is negatively significant
So that every event is utterly pointless
Every object unreal
Every human being a robot
Going through the motions
As it they had all forgotten they were alive
Never giggling or feeling self conscious
Never praying or pining over absent lovers
Never gazing with envy at another's prosperity
Never flirting or loving or hating
Or you might become
More intensely yourself
Or you might have proper concern
With human relations
With the necessary chores and duties
With feeling compassion or charity
Just systematic SILENCE
Leading to obscure knowledge
Of the right kind of behavior
And the right kind of
Constant, unrestrained alertness
Contemplators hoping to formulate and express
The contents of all of this reduced awareness
Of which we are all the victims and beneficiaries of
Which can never of course be realized
To satisfy the appetite of the soul
~ MsCheeVS


Or would you call that DejaMoo? Same old shit... Let's just say I have had a "challenging" couple of weeks and I am doing my best not to crack under the pressure. I guess that old saying comes to mind, "Whatever doesn't kill you will make you stronger".
Feeling like I should be VERY strong by now.
But I've learned in the past that no matter
what happens, how bad it seems today,
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
So I WILL NOT CRACK under this pressure!!
In fact you can tell a lot about a person
by the way he/she handles three things:
and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship
with your parents, you'll miss them terribly
when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone literally. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
~~~~~ sigh ~~~~~
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BUT!!!
Since that time I have come up with a few philosophies about life when it comes to house cleaning:

1. I don't do windows because...
I love birds and don't want one to run into a clean window and get hurt.
(I am compassionate)
2. I don't wax floors because...
I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I'll feel terrible and they may sue me.
(I am careful and poor)
3. I don't mind the dust bunnies because...
they are very good company, I have named most of them, and they agree
4. I don't disturb cobwebs because I want every creature to have a home of their own.
(I am kind)
5. I don't Spring Clean because...
I love all the seasons and don't want the others to get jealous.
(I am fair minded)
6. I don't plant a garden because...
I don't want to get in God's way, he is an excellent designer.
(I am courteous)
7. I don't put things away because...
my family will never be able to find them again.
(I am considerate)
8. I don't do gourmet meals when I entertain because...
I don't want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.
(I am thoughtful)
9. I don't iron because... I choose to believe them when they say "Permanent Press".
(I am trusting)
10. I don't stress much on anything because...
"A-Type" personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a .
. . . .wrinkled up crusty ol' woman!! 
. . . and on that note I say "Have an Outrageous Day!" Boo!!!!
These are of
my ONLY child, BRENT, 

This is my son NOW-A-DAYS. He is 16 now!
YIKES!!
and getting his license next week!!
LOOK OUT!!!
~~<>~~
Here he is again down below in the cabin of the boat with one of his best friends Billy. They don't look too happy to be getting up at dawn!! See the pink sky? This was taken on a 3 day whale watching trip we took just West of the San Francisco coastline.
We saw both Orca and Humpback whales.
And of course this is my KITTY! He loves the boat too as you can see him up on the mast!!
We call him "Skipper"!

. . . and the trip ended with this beautiful sunset in Sausalito...
*************
And while we are on the subject of favorite things, I would like to share a passage from "The Oriah Mountain Dreamer" that I absolutely LOVE !!!
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow.
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own;
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
And dance with wildness until the ecstasy fills you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true,
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!"
It doesn't interest me to know
where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
The End