Monday, November 30, 2015
They turned an Abandoned Walmart into a Library...Go Humans!
This is a really short but great look at how an old Walmart was turned into a Public Library in McAllen TX, What a wonderful idea, now if they could take a few dozen more and do it again, as well as turn a few into musical libraries for us to enjoy! See pics and story here....
What A Wonderful World....for Pigpen51
PigPen, this is for you, while I love Satchmo's version, this is me...and I do love me some horn, I am partial to the sax...I played clarinet for about 7years. I have always wanted to learn to play the piano...had the opportunity to be around one for a bit and taught myself to play Heart & Soul by ear...but it's pretty easy.
Wasted Time....I prefer this to The Eagles
I went this morning for another injection in my eye, and on the way home, my ears were blessed with this. Poor Ken had the pleasure of my accompaniment. : P
One day, I want to paint this....I think I can I think I can....lol
My favorite, my work.
ACTIVE DUTY SOLDIER’S Riveting Case Against Bringing Syrian Refugees To U.S. Goes Viral
This soldier’s story is shocking and heartbreaking, but serves as a serious warning about what we, as a nation are getting ourselves into if we bring hundreds of thousands of people to our country whose beliefs are diametrically opposed to ours. These are also people who have no intention of assimilating in our country, as their actions are justified as part of their faith…
I don’t typically go on rants or express my political beliefs here (Facebook), but I just have to get this off my mind.
As some of you know, I’m active duty Army. Aside from that, I am a medic. I’ve spent 3 years of my life overseas in both Afghanistan and Iraq. I’ve seen some pretty atrocious sites caused by war, from both sides. I’ve picked up blown up body parts of friends and I’ve saved the lives of guys who were trying to kill me and my guys right before I was keeping them from their 72 virgins or whatever they believe awaits them on the other side.
Here is an unbiased truthful view to the Syrian refugee situation.
My first deployment to Iraq, in 2006, my unit voluntarily ran a childrens burn clinic outside of the FOB. It was a constant target for attacks. You would think that people wouldn’t shoot mortars or rockets at their own children, but you would be wrong. We saw hundreds of children, from infants to 18 year olds. The overwhelming majority of the kids we saw (90% or better) were clear cases of abuse. These parents were literally dunking their kids in boiling water, or throwing hot chai at their kids faces… Yes, we’re talking about babies, toddlers, kids not even old enough to understand why their parents would do these things to them. HUNDREDS of kids… We saw quite a few of these kids that were sexually abused, both girls and boys. Their parents acted if nothing was wrong with this, even when confronted by our doctors.
This is the mentality of their society, not the viewpoint of a few individuals… these beliefs have been accepted to the vast majority of these people. Many were educated, well dressed, well spoken men, but yet, they still raped their own children, and kept chai boys (if you don’t know what that means, google it.)
During that deployment, we also captured the 3rd largest EFP cache that had ever been captured. There were hundreds of copper plates, homemade explosives, fake curbs to house the EFP’s, hundreds of mortars and rockets and howitzer rounds, even an anti-aircraft gun. All of these things came from one place, Syria. Almost every single IED or EFP we found or hit could be traced back to Syria… A lot of the terrorists we captured were from SYRIA… Imagine that.
Fast forward a couple years, and I find myself in Helmand Province, in Afghanistan… We had a group of Afghani’s that were paid to help guard our little mud hut in the middle of an Afghan village (I wasn’t on a fob) These guys also kept a “chai boy” A boy, about 11 years old, who was there to serve these guys sexually. We heard him being sexually assaulted many times, but there was nothing we could do about it. We asked the police, the Afghan Army, and we were told the same thing every time…. it’s their culture, and accepted as the norm….
Once again, we captured Syrian made explosives, weapons, and other items… We found Syrian passports during raids… And people out there want us to let these people into the US, with our kids, and near our wives. Near our schools, near our churches, synogogues, malls. Places where we should never have to fear being blown up, shot, kidnapped and tortured…
Don’t forget what they did to the Egyptian Coptic Christians, or the Jordanian pilot… Don’t forget about what they do to rape victims! They stone these women to death for being raped! They behead their own people. Do you think they will show mercy to you?
Look at the rape statistics in Denmark, Sweden, Belgium. Facts don’t lie… 97% of rapes committed in Sweden were committed by Muslim immigrants… And you want 10,000 of these people here? Even if just 1% of these so called “refugees” were ISIS supporters or active ISIS terrorists, would that be acceptable to you?
Chew on it… think about it. Take a good look at your kids or your wife and decide if the risk is worth taking. Feel free to share this if you want.
-Christopher Allard, Facebook post Nov. 16, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
More Crayons Please
The Crayon Initiative is an awesome program, this is proving the truth that it can take a village to raise a child, or that one person can make a difference, or planting a single seed can feed many. I just think the arts are important for the brain to function at full capacity. Please check out what this organization is about.
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Loss
I have had two people in my family pass this month..My fathers sister my Aunt Phyllis...she was the jokester, the one who pulled pranks, some did not find her humor funny, me, well....I have that same type of humor...she said that proves I am a Clark woman..cause I am a bitch...I will defer to that always...I will share her picture in a moment.
The other person is Manuel Sanchez, he is my eldest son Josh's Godmothers husband, a wonderfully devout man, very quiet, always ready with a smile, a firm handshake, and a clasp of the shoulder asking if there is anything you need and how you're doing...two very special people, I believe earned their wings and will be missed, will continue to be loved.
This song just sits in my heart when I think of them. May their wings give them flight and may their hearts be light.
Sometimes I Cry....A Change is Gonna Come
In the bigger scheme of things...we know Change IS Gonna Come....
Strippin Music! Crazy Bit*h
In the darkest recesses of your mind, have you have ever imagined being a bad boy or girl?????
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Eclair Cake
Saw this recipe on Facebook, but think I can make it sugarfree...so I am going to do a variation of it and will let you know how it goes but here is the original, my changes will obviously be sugar free pudding,graham crackers and cool whip, and for the choco on top will replace powdered sugar with equivelent of Splenda...I am so proud that I completed the Thanksgiving holiday without touching one dessert....sooo I think a nice sugar free reward is in order...Eclair Cake sounds like a way to go.
I Got Nothin by Darius Rucker
This is the sexiest video I have seen in forever....Love Darius since Hootie and the Blowfish...
I Can't Feel My Face
I can feel the beat on this one....Ken and I even danced to it one night, I had closed myself up in my room with a quart of Jack and turned up the music...he came in and actually danced to it...lmao...poor man he tried so HARD to keep the beat...hahaha...anyway...here is the deal...the words are STUPID! The song is vapid at best..so I looked up the video to see what the deal was...well damn....a dude is dancing, chicks are throwing alcohol on him, then Caitlyn Jenner throws a lighter on him and sets his silly ass on fire...He keeps singing and dancing like he is Fred Astaire. Now tell me how this benefits the demographic it is aimed towards...and is it too soon to mention Michael Jackson and flames here? Not a positive message in my opinion. The Weekend..the group...good sound, love the guys teeth, cute guy, BAD hair do....but really is it cool to burn till you are a melted pile of goo on the floor? Well, I think NOT! I bet if he drank those drinks she was throwing at him and then slipped, fell down and smashed his face on the curb, he wouldn't be able to feel his face either, at least for a while...and the outcome would be a whole lot better than that melted pile of goo! It would also make a great PSA for the youth today about the dangers of drinking, smoking, and fire. Pay attention people...snicker, Just trying to get my PC on.
Worth It by Fifth Harmony
This one makes me think of Hiswiserangel..a certain GingerAngel some of you know....whatcha actin shy fo?
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
Charles C. Finn
September 1966
September 1966
I read this poem over 30 years ago, and it resonated with me....so many people are not who they claim to be, everyone seems to wear a mask, therefor I constantly look and listen to see what else is there. Will the world ever be a place that what one says is what one means, and who one portays themselves to be is actually who they are? Who are you?
Lord & Lady
New duo...they only have 4 songs out right now..but I think they are promising...check them out.
They have a song called I Choose You....know anyone getting married....PERFECT for a wedding.
No Music No Life, Know Music Know Life.............Music is Religion in and of itself
If you have stopped by my page a couple of times you have already figured out that I love music. I wake up grab my cuppa joe and head to my little room where I can crank the sounds, drink my coffee and figure out what my day is gonna be about. Music can pick me up, sit me down, make me shake my groove thang, bring tears to my eyes, recall past loves, make me wanna jump my hubby, and bring me memories of my past, my father polishing his army boots at 4 in the morning while he drank his coffee and smoked his smokes in his fatigues and preparing for his day, listening to anything from Marty Robbins to Englebert Humperdink or The Stylistics, Gladys Knight and the Pips....he listened to it all. I would sneak and get up extra early so I could sit quietly in the dark to see what he was listening to each morning. I remember being one of those bratty teens that had a boom box, that walked around with it on my shoulder, playing loud, in Japan, off base...gosh...memories,,,anyway, Dad while a drill Sgt. a very serious man...had a strong love of music and he passed it down to me...a gift that I am soooo thankful for...Etta James has mended my broken heart so many times and Floyed Kramers fingers have pounded on that piano for me to get my mind in the right place too many times to count. I have danced my butt off to KC and the Sunshine Band...lol, too many times to count on the bluff abovy Kinnick Middle High School, in Yokohama...in a polyester, red, Yes I did,suit...hahaha..off point..movin on. I have thanked my father for this gift...and to this day we collect albums and turntables together....he will find some at a yard sale and bring them to me and its like Christmas morning each time....I crank up the tunes and clean house, I select an old vinyl and put on the spinner and paint...it just soothes me...now te one thing that my honey does not really care for...is that no matter what kind of music it is...I like it LOUD! You would think I was losing my hearing not my eyesight. I remember when we came back from Japan, Dad let be bring the reel to reel into my room, or maybe he was in Turkey, so I did it anyway, but I had Ronnie Milsap playing and I stood in front of the mirror singing along with my eyes closed, trying to feel what he must feel like singing...lol silly girl.....I stray alot sorry. so..... But he never ever tells me to turn it down, because he knows me and he knows I am either working something out, or rather it is working on me. I hope you enjoy at least some of the sounds you hear, here. I love each and every one...ok well I will put a few that are up for debate, just because I cannot understand why they made this point on their video or whatever...so please feel free to let me know what you like and what you dont.
Warren Haynes One
I really appreciate an artist who truly feels the music he is playing, and sounds the same live as he does on his albums.
She Used To Be Mine......Sara Bareillas
Her voice is just so pure.....she wrote this song for a new musical WAITRESS based on a movie....I just love her voice.
Chris Stapleton....welcome to his world, and Justin Timberlake was certainly a perfect addiction.
His album is called TRAVELER AND IT IS WORTH EVERY PENNY!
Broken Crayons
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