I'm Just Sayin: SEX SELLS

I'm Just Sayin: SEX SELLS: I love Beyonce. She's a beautiful woman, with an awesome voice. And millions of people, myself included, will continue to buy her musi...

I'm Just Sayin: A Government Christmas

I'm Just Sayin: A Government Christmas: T'was the night before Christmas and all through the town, there were no politicions not one to be found. They were all home and nestled...

IS GOD REAL?

Does God exist? Is he real? Does he care about me? It's a question as old as time itself. And the answer is different for everyone. Having experienced his presence more then once myself, For me, there is no question that he is real. He is there, and he does hear your prayers. He heard mine anyway. In 2008, my cat who I named Freight Ticket because I rescued him from the loading dock at work, became ill. And not just ill like not feeling well. He had cancer. He was in pain, and he was dying. I had him with me fourteen years. And I loved that cat more then life itself. There was a bond between us that I can't even find the words to describe. It was that strong, and as much as I didn't want him to suffer, I just could not bring myself to have him put to sleep. For two whole weeks I agonized over what to do for him. I kept telling him, "You have to let me know when it's time". As if he could understand what I was saying to him. "I don't want you to suffer, but I just can't let you go unless I know in my heart that that's what you want". With no response from him that I could understand, I began to pray to God for guidance. I lashed out at him in a way I never had before. I asked him why in his name, with all the zillions of cats in the world, he felt the need to take mine. Why. What had I done3 to deserve this? What had my freightor done for that matter? And why, as great and powerful as he's supposed to be, could he not make him well again. I was completely inconsolable. One night, while lying on the couch, with my Freight Ticket lying in his usual spot on my pillow above my head, I cried myself to sleep still praying to God to tell me what to do. It was on this night that he answered me in person, or as near to it as he saw fit. I woke up in the middle of the night, and immediately reached back to touch my baby to make sure he was still with me, and that's when it happened. There was a light that appeared from nowhere in the corner of the ceiling, it started out tiny, and then began to grow bigger. I had never before, seen a light like this, it was brilliant, and beautiful, and brighter then anything I had ever seen, but it didn't hurt my eyes to look at it. I laid there frozen, trying to understand what was happening, And then I saw my Freight Ticket in that light. He had jumped up on the back of the couch. He put his leg up over his head like cats do when they're cleaning themselves. And then he looked up at the light. He was transparant, and I had almost forgotten how beautiful he really was until I saw him in that light. And then he jumped back to his usual spot and the light slowly grew smaller until it just disappeared. It was at that exact moment that I realized God had just given me his answer. It was time now, and I had to let him go. And as much as I didn't want to do it, I felt like I just couldn't deprive my baby of the beauty and love that awaited him in that light. The very next day I took him to the vets. We said our goodbyes, and I paid extra to have them put him to sleep like they would before an operation, before they gave him the final injection. I held him in my arms the whole time. And I felt like I had handed him to God as he had told me I had to. And it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I cried for two weeks straight after that. And to this day, I cry over him still. I had him creamated, and he sits on the fireplace mantal now. Does God exist? I can tell you he does for me because I've seen him. He was there for me at one of the darkest Times of my life. And I will be forever grateful to him for that. For without his guidence, and mercy, there's no telling how long my Freight Ticket would have suffered on because of my inability to let him go. I know there was a reason God brought him into my life, and I know I will see him again one day. By the grace of God. Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, and a Blessed New Year.

SEX SELLS

I love Beyonce. She's a beautiful woman, with an awesome voice. And millions of people, myself included, will continue to buy her music. So when she released her new album with little to no fanfare, it didn't surprise me that it was an instant hit. what did surprise me however, was the fact that she felt the need to take her clothes off. I've not seen it myself and I don't really feel the need to, so you won't find me surfing the web looking for it. I have enough of an idea of what Beyonces ass looks like already given some of the atire she wears while performing on stage, so I don't need to see her naked, or near naked, whatever the case may be. And Beyonce isn't the only one shedding her clothes for attention. Let's not forget Miley Cyrus, who came in like a wrecking ball this year, and naked as a jaybird to boot. Another talented performer who felt the need to take it all off in a music video. You know, there used to be a time when a good performer didn't have to take their clothes off to sell a record. And these women didn't have to either. People will buy their music reguardless of weather or not their ass is on display. So ladies, put your clothes back on, stop selling yourselves short, and believe in the talent that you have. It's enough in itself. You don't have to put your naked ass out there to be noticed. we already liked what we saw to begin with. We really don't need to see anymore. Your talent stands on its own.

"THE GOOD OLD DAYS"

When George Bailey (It's A Wonderful Life) stood on a bridge in Bedford Falls staring down at the water while contemplating his fate, He had no way of knowing then that those days would one day come to be known as
"The Good Old Days" 
George's problem was a lack of funds to save his business and reputation. and provide for his family.  Years before George, Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol) would face the same dilemma  of  making  ends meet while trying to put food on the table for his family and keeping a roof over their heads.  Both being honorable men of integrity, neither of them would ever have dreamed of doing anything unlawful to obtain what they needed to survive.  In those days Honor and a good reputation were things one strove for.
Back then Merry Christmas meant just that and Nobody made a fuss about the Jewish family down the street who lit a menorah instead of putting up a Christmas tree.   People celebrated the season in what ever way they were accustomed to.
 Nobody cared about designer labels, or getting the latest toy, or the most expensive thing on the market.  An apple and a few pennies in a stocking would bring joy to a child's heart on Christmas morning.  They had gotten something for Christmas. 
And it was enough.
Santa Claus and The Nativity Scene were displayed in homes, churches, and shops everywhere and no one complained about it.  No one cared to.  There were more important things to worry about.
Like the family across town with five children who had just lost their father and were facing the Holidays without him this year.   Or the widow up the way who lived alone with nothing but memories to spend her Christmas with.
People cared about the welfare of their friends and neighbors, and they did all they could to help them with out a thought about what they themselves wanted, or didn't have.
Perhaps there is a reason why they are called "The Good Old Days"

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. xoxox

BABY TALK

I've seen a lot of elections come and go and some of them can be very entertaining. 
But  the funniest thing I've seen by far has got to be how pissed off and infantile some voters can act when the person they voted for doesn't win. 
And God help you should you use the "L" word (loser) around them because they'll get hotter than a two year old who's just had their blankie taken away.  And they'll act like one to. 
These narcissistic individuals just can't seem to accept the fact that not only are they not the majority, they were voted down by the people who were.  And you can bet your ballot box they'll find someone to blame it on because in their minds, it is inconceivable that everyone else does not feel the same way they do. 
Wanna really piss them off?
Tell them you didn't vote at all.  They'll call you everything but an American.
"Well you've got no right to bitch then"  they'll hiss at you.
WRONG AGAIN BIG MOUTH!
 I've got every right to bitch about anything I please because like it or not, I'm an American just like you.  And as such, if I don't care for the candidates who are running, I have the right as an American citizen not to vote for either one of them.  Or not to vote at all if I so choose, without having to worry about falling victim to people who think they can verbally bully everyone else into doing what they want them to do. 
Maybe next election, instead of handing out stickers to people after they cast their vote, they should hand out pacifiers instead.  It probably won't pacify the most narcissistic of voters, but it might at least shut them up so no one else has to be subjected to the nasty-ass attitudes they get when their candidate doesn't win.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT MR. PUTIN

Two members of the band Pussy Riot are to be transferred to a remote Penal Colony after losing their appeal to stay in a pre-trial detention center. 
Conditions at the colony are described as squalid, and inmates are at times treated brutally.
Russian law dictates that only inmates with less then six month prison terms can stay at the pre-trial detention center and both women were given a 2 year sentence after being convicted of Hooliganism, motivated by religious hatred for a cathedral protest  against Vladimir Putin. 
Hooliganism.  Not shooting the place up, bombing it, or harming anyone.
How dare they pray!  And in a church of all places. 
I don't know how you feel about it but with all due respect, If I was Mr. Putin, considering what's going on in allot of other places in the world today,  I'd consider myself truly blessed if the worst thing I had to worry about was a group of girls praying in church.
In my opinion (for whatever it's worth) These girls might deserve a fine for what they did but 2 years in a Penal Colony?
well that just seems a bit excessive to me.......I'm just sayin.