bobble heading.. but not for apples..

I suppose it is a sign that I should not blog today, when I tried unsuccessfully 3 times to get into it. Thus shutting my computer down.
It's Halloween! I wish tricks and treats for everyone. It's a beautiful fall day, and although the mercury will drop this evening, today is remarkable.
Today I feel like a bobble head. Really... I am still going, but I need the push to keep going. Of course looking silly doing it. Imagine it now, someone tapping my nose to make my head waggle..
I'm offtrack with my mood today as well. I'm recumbent and well spacey. I eagerly anticipate seeing the three girls in my life later today though. Miss Hannah, my niece, Miss Natasha, and Miss Samantha Joe. Ahh the three rays of sunshine.
My friend Chad gave me this incredible blogging idea, and well, my brain just isn't functioning on all cylinders.. (remember, bobble head)

Maybe tomorrow, for a post Halloween idea.

Sidestepping and going with the bobble head effect, I am listening to Five for Fighting, and the song, 100 years. It's soothes the soul and such a time line in recourse for life. Chasing life, living life, and in moments, losing yourself. All in all learning great life lessons, in the 100 years you have to life. (poetically speaking of course.) If it doesn't make you stop in your tracks and think of your childhood and what you were many Halloweens back, I don't' know what would do it. I smile, thinking of Amy Nixon and I as Poppers Penguins, my my, we had one heck of a time. We could barely see, and we had the wobble. But.. But, we looked cool!

Today is my day to shout out.. to speak out to those... who have made my day brighter. Chad/Thad, whoever you really are for making me laugh uncontrollably, Megan, who I am sure left the office beaming with a bright wide smile that made her eyes sparkle. Kelly, who well eagerly sent me a video to thank me...and I did really enjoy video! Sam, who well should use his camera tonight, because I have ideas "bobbing" around in my head of what you could do, but instead most like exhausted from a long day at work, and chose the sofa instread. To Stacey who entertained me with her antics on myspace, lord.... I need new subject matter.
Happy Halloween.
I am out, and tomorrow lets hope refreshed

babble 101

I talk myself in circles, and know what keeps me grounded, but I keep reaching for the stars anyway. If only I could handpick my favorite, and give them to you. I am sure each of your wishes would certainly come true.
I am lost, but found, but not entirely at home. I believe in who I am, but question some of my desires.
I catch myself crying in silence, enjoy the solitude, but don't realize my emotional longevity when it comes to crisis. I hurt, but don't always feel the pain. As if I've been given Novocaine to the already visible band aid. I strive to not leave scars.
I smile both on the inside and out, even when I doubt, fear, or fail. A smile is the foreground to hope, the jog to the sidestep in life. I am pretty when I smile. Even if I feel ugly.
I have a voice, it's passionaite, sometimes evasive, and at moments passive. I try to always speak, especially when spoken too. I fail when it comes to standing up for myself, but I do not falter on my beliefs. However, even with that, I do believe in myself.
My arms and heart are open and outstretched to you, to all I endeavor close. I keep secrets, I will make your tears my own, I am a good listener, however.. I tend to shut my heart out to most.
Sunshine is spoken, the Moon a light through the darkness, the stars a guide. We all need to be guided in some direction.

just words ..

perfect
need a picture
a space, given just for you.
a photograph of crazy.
a little too hard to visualize,
the way i
feel into you.
i'm breathless,
tasteful, mindful.
you blur my surrounding
talk silly into sense.
interpret the freedom
of the photo sitting
next to my heart
to stay.

"THE LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK"

Below was forwarded to me, it's worth a read....
Often times I am unsettled, impatient, and angry at the wheel... This puts a whole new spin on things.

By: David J. Pollay (thank you chris for the info)



How often do you let other people's nonsense change
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> your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss,
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> or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the
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> Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your
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> heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly
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> she can get back her focus on what's important.
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> Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson.
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> I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab.
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> Here's what happened.
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> I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were
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> driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out
> of a parking space right in front of us.
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> My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded,
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> and missed the other car's back end by just inches!
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> The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident,
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> whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us.
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> My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy.
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> And I mean, he was friendly.
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> So, I said, "Why did you just do that?
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> This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!"
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> And this is when my taxi driver told me what I
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> now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."
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> Many people are like garbage trucks.
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> They run around full of garbage, full of frustration,
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> full of anger, and full of disappointment.
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> As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it.
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> And if you let them, they'll dump it on you.
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> When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.
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> You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
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> You'll be happy you did.
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> So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck."
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> I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me?
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> And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people:
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> at work, at home, on the streets?
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> It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
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> I began to see garbage trucks.
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> Like in the movie "The Sixth Sense," the little boy said, "I see dead people."
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> Well, now "I see Garbage Trucks."
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> I see the load they're carrying.
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> I see them coming to drop it off.
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> And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing;
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> I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.
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> One of my favorite football players of all time, Walter Payton,
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> did this every day on the football field.
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> He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled.
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> He never dwelled on a hit.
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> Payton was ready to make the next play his best.
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> Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting.
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> Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home
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> from school with hugs and kisses.
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> Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present,
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> and at their best for the people they care about.
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> The bottom line is that successful people
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> do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day.
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> What about you?
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> What would happen in your life, starting today,
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> if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?
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> Here's my bet.
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> You'll be happier.
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ABC's TO LIFE

Allocate the Answer
Be Brave; Brace Being
Challenge Change, Cantor Creativity
Deem, Divulge and Diversify Destiny
Elaborate Emotion, Enter Equally
Favor Freedom, Free Fallible Finds
Grasp Greatness
Hold Honorable Hearts, Herald Humanity
Intertwine Influence, Initiate Intervention
Joke Joyously
Keep Kindness Kindred
Live Life, Lack Lust, Love for a Lifetime
Meet Merciful, Modify the Means
Nurture Noteworthy Needs
Oppose Opposition, Observe Omens
Pardon the Past, Praise the Present
Quantify Quality
Reach with Reason, Redeem with Reflection
Seize, Secure Senses. Sequester Shortcomings.
Tame Tempers, Together Tolerate, Trust Truth
Unveil Unique, Unearth Undertakings
Voice Versatility, Void Vain, Value Valor
Wager Wants
Xerox memories
Yearn for Youthful Years
Zing Zeal

what i learned from my niece...

I watched my niece over the weekend, play with mega blocks. Putting several blocks together, then the process of building them up. She’d get to a point when it would get so tall and uneven, it would crash down. Instead of getting discouraged or just walk away, she’d pick it up, squeal with delight and start all over again. In watching her, I thought, WOW why can’t I be more like that?
To get excited when I have to start over, to not get discouraged when my surroundings fall around me, and eagerly accept picking up the pieces..