Unconditional Love, Unshakale Trust, Never ending Friendship

    They were sitting in the tall grass that hid them so well from the outside world. They are best friends.What they said to each other never went farther then each others ears.
    It was just before dusk, and it was quiet, nothing made a sound, even the grass had stopped dancing. As if it knew that something of great importance was about to take place.
    Her friend pulled out a small pen knife, She had taken from her brothers room that Morin.
    She opened it and drew it across her palm, there was a small slice. She squeezed it till there was a pool of blood in hand.
    " Hold out your hand."
    " No way!"
    " We will do it just like the Indian's did a long time ago, We will become Blood sisters."
          " We are already best friend."
   " Being blood sister is better."
   " Why?"
   " when our blood has mingled , We will be one person. My family and friends will become yours and yours mine.We will always stand together,never apart. Your enemies will be mine , and mine yours.Together we will be strong, no one can hurt us. we will never be alone, it will be you and me against the world, and it had better watch out for us."
   " Now give me your hand."
   She held out her right hand.
   Her friend grasped her hand firmly, and put the knife to her skin. " It will only hurt for a moment."
   The pain was sudden . She would have drawn her hand back ,if her friend had not held onto it so tightly. With shaking fingers she squeezed the cut till the blood pooled into her own palm.
   They tied their bloody hands together. Looking into each others eyes, they could feel the others strength.
   " My sister forever." her new sister said.
   " My sister." She said.
   " Forever!"
   " Forever!"
  They sat there feeling the warmth of their blood, waiting for just when the others blood began to flow into their own veins.
  Trying to memorize each moment. Both knowing the impotance of this ritual. The sacredness of this Rite.
    Unconditional love, unshakable trust, and never ending friendship.
   Knowing the truth , that this was forever.
   
    Till my next Talking, Peace and Happiness.

Fishing Trip

   It was a cold and grey day, the smell of snow in the air. The traffic was light, for a Saturday afternoon. My tummy was full after a late breakfast of sausage gravy and biscuits. The coffee hot and good.
   After a 50 minute drive we arrive at our destination,Pets mart. Now to look for a parking place ,semi close, so mom and I don't  slip and slide our way across the parking lot,(ICE!) After only 3 spins around the lot , we find a handicap spot, it's OK mom has handi plates on her car. So we gather keys, money and sweaters and away we go.
     Enter the store and head to the bathroom, We are women on a mission, and don't want to have to stop half way through our shopping to go to the girls room. So with that out of the way we make the decision not to get a cart ,we are only there for a few fish , for our newly set up tank. I have had the tank for about 4 years now without any fish in it. After we let our  goldfish go in our pond after the spring thaw . I emptied the tank and just let it sit. Time to put it back in use, so it has clean water and new filters. The only thing missing was the fish.
   So here we were to get fish. We breeze past the lady with the tiny yapping dog in a cart. 2 kids , where were their parents? And we make it to the fish section. Holy Air Bubbles Batman, there are tanks everywhere and there we stood with our mouths gaped open like fish out of water. There were more colors then I knew existed. Sliver fish , red, blue, purple, turquoise fish. there were colors that I still don't know what to say what color it was. There were Big fish, little fish, fat fish, skinny fish. You get what I am saying here? Man oh Man , PAID DAY.
  We walked over to the tanks and just looked in awe. We walked from one tank to the next , taking mental notes on which ones we wanted. 1 hour later and total over load , we regrouped and left the store and went next door for a coffee. We needed to let our eyes recoup from the color overload.Did you see this one, or that one? I want 2 of these and 4 of those and on and on, and me with note pad writing it all down and well after I had to stop because of writers cramp . I counted the fish that we wanted to buy , came to a grant total of 83. Now I have a big tank, 40 gallons. But that is not big enough for 83 fish. So after rethinking we decided on getting just 12 for now. 6 apiece.
   Back to Pets mart we go. Still we nix the cart . We can carry 6 fish apiece. Back to the tanks,we kept our mouths from flopping open. " Can I help you? " Mom headed one way , me the other.45 minutes later we are on our way back to home.
  We are now the proud owners of 12 male Guppies, 4 female Guppies, 3 Glofish, 4 Sunburst, 5 Neon's , Oh and 1 catfish named Martin.
   Moral of the story, Have a plan and stick to it.

So till my next talking , Peace and happiness.

Thinking about yesterday Ponder

  So yesterdays post 2/15/11  has me pondering again , because of what I said. " tell them you would go with them to talk to sort of friend". Now how can I tell them that when, knowing what I do , shouldn't I be the one to go to the sort of friend? How can I give that advise , when I myself am not going to go anywhere near this, for 1 thing I do not know who the sort of friend is , or even the good friend that this person was talking about. So I called her today and asked her what she has done?  "Nothing yet. " So I say" forget what I told you , and do what your heart tells you, you know these people, I do not." So how can I judge? I can not.
  This is your life and you got to live it your way , not mine. You have got to go out and get this life experience for your self, I mean how else are you going to grow as a person. I have done a lot in my life and this is how I found out what was the right way for me. when t I can go to bed  each night and be okay with how my day went. So ask me about love , food , even bitch about the day. But no more moral questions, you got to make up your own mind on that.
    Okay now with that said , I know that I will be able to sleep tonight, feeling that I did that right thing for "ME".

Till my next Talking , Peace and Happiness

 Here is my ponder for the day. I have many ponders through out my day ,but this is one that sticks with me. This one is not a funny ponder, as some of them have me laugh at myself. This is one about morals. Mine , yours, I guess it should be everyone. I would hope so anyway.
  Remember (if you read my other blogs) I told you one of my brothers is a health nut. Well I am a, whats right is right and wrong is wrong. I love justice, peace and doing the best I can to do what is the right thing to do. This is one of my soap boxes. I am sure that you will get to read more of my soap boxes as I blog. But with all this being said. Let me soap box this .
  It was brought to me as this. Question. " What to do , I have a good friend , who stole from another friend, but she is just a sort of a good friend. My good friend stole from my sort of good friend's PC, good friend stole it to sell to get some money to by a little smoke , (HAPPY SMOKE) wink, wink. And most likely a little something else. Again wink, wink. I love my good friend , and don't want her to get in trouble , but I don't want her to buy anything either. So should I tell the sort of friend about who stole her PC?"
  My first thought is "SAY WHAT', you hang out with people who steal and are drug users!!" Then I said' I had think about it." I mean wrong is wrong. But could I turn in my best friend? I like to give advise that I my self would follow. Something that I myself have done , will do, and feel good about doing it. Knowing that I have done the right thing for me. So I have to think would I turn my best friend in. I have to say I don't know. But knowing  me now at this time in my life I would not be with people that 1. do drugs, 2. steal. I do not do these things myself and do not want to be around that. So I guess that takes care of that.
  So now I say , " Tell your "friend" that for one stealing is wrong  for any reason." But wait , I myself would steal to feed my baby, only after trying everything else to get money to feed her, then I would scape up the money to make a phone call to family , friend to come and get her /him. Because she /he needed better care then I can give.  OK, " stealing for little smoke is wrong, stealing from a friend is wrong, and I am not sure I want you in my life for fear that someday you may steal from me. Plus I don't want to be out somewhere and get stopped by the cops and you have drugs in your car, or on you. ( Guilt by association). I will go with you to tell the sort of friend what you did, I will take you to get help . But I will no longer hang out with you. You can call me if you need someone to talk to. etc."
    So I ask you did I do the right thing? I would tell this to my friend, because if I truly am a friend . I would help them, and want the same in return. But hey it's your life do as you please , but just know this, I don't want your so called friends at my house, and I really have to think about you being in my life. I know a lot of people smoke a little happy and chances are they might be my friends, family . I do know this they don't do it around me . And that is okay, cause sometimes what I don't know won't hurt me. Right?
    Sometimes being Tanta Opa is hurt, but hey someone has to do it .

So till my next talking, Peace and Happiness

8 AM Terror

  So I roll out at bed at 8 am,  as most of you know that is way early for me , my mind and body  think that it is still the middle of the night. I stumble and slip and fall into the bathroom, because my eyes are still closed. Like most women , the first thing I do is sit down on my throne, but here is where I may differ, where most women think about the day ahead, I sit there and think about the  weird dreams I have had through out the night. ( Really a rickshaw being pulled by some man,and me, with reins and a whip in my hands. Got to stop watching late night TV commercials) I sit just a little longer knowing that when I stand again that I must open my eyes , so I don't stumble and fall into the tub. ( don't want to have to call the young firemen to get me up, that would scar them deeply , maybe for life.) Plus ,this also makes sure that every extra ounce of weight is gone from my body. I stand, I  reach over and turn on the light, I slide over to in front of the sink , I slowly open my eyes, UUUGGGGHHHHH, the mirror, Why is it, I always forget that , that thing is still there? Take one step back , look down and over to right and there it is ."THE SCALES".
   As I stand there looking at that thing ,so many thoughts run ( okay , walk ) through my mind. To step on it, would  change my whole day. If I have gained I might as well go back to bed , cause why get up if I can"t  have  breakfast, lunch and a just a small salad for dinner. Call the firemen , because I have passed out..( this isn't really what would happen, but try to stop my brain from thinking that way) If I have stayed the same weight , then I have to walk a little farther down the road, which means passing the mean old Lady's house and getting yelled at, if I go the other way I have to sort of jog pass the other old Lady's house so she doesn't stop me to talk about the mean old lady down the street , so jogging causes me to have a twisted ankle, Call the firemen ,This would bring terror to my day and the firemen . But wait what if I dropped a 1/2 a pound or better yet 1 whole pound. There will be singing and dancing down my hall way , I could have fruit on top of my cottage cheese, butter on my toast. So much rejoicing would be going on that I would skip down the porch steps and trip and break my leg, so I would have to call the above mentioned firemen.
      I drop my robe , I pick up one foot set it down, pick up the other foot, set it down. I bend over and look down, and turn on the shower, forget the scale why let something like a pound ruin my day. Beside I must think of our firemen, and their well state of  their being.

So till my next Talking, Peace and happiness.