Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Let a difficult time come or be in need of help. That is when you really see what people are made of. I was mentioning to a friend of mine that I was really wanting to move out into my own place again. Mom has recovered and is pretty much over the greiving of my father who died in 1996. I was actually talking to Mr. You are blowing your chance. Just talk. He called wanting to go out on a date. I told him that now was not the time. I was thinking about change and transitions and that I had been looking at places to live.
I mentioned that the price of places to rent was close to mortgage payments where I am and that I needed a big down payment to move out. All of a sudden he had to go....very quickly. I was not asking him for anything. Had not really thought about it. I was just telling him my situation. He then said, "well, I have to go. You let me know how that turns out." I told him I would. Then at the very last second, he said that if I needed any help financially to let him know. That was thrown in and of course he did not mean it. I told him I would and then he hungup.
Well. What a way to treat your future wife! NOT! See what I mean? They scatter like roaches if they think you might be in need. I am in need. I was not going to ask because I would feel indebted and might feel pressured to go out with him if he did in some way help me. Good thing I am seeing this now. I had been considering maybe..maybe...maybe going out with him in the future. Not anymore. Funny thing is, I thing he realizes how he came across. He has been calling me nonstop today and leaving messages that he is so worried about me. I have not answered a single one of his calls. I don't plan to. Maybe I will talk to him in a week or so or three when I decide exactly what I want to do. It sure will not involve him.
They scatter like roaches. Yep...he has blown his chance.
July 23, 2008
Death. Surprise!
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
I just found out that one of my best friends from high school has died. He died last December in a freak fall down a flight of stairs. I hate I missed the funeral. I have since found out that friends were trying to reach me and did not know where I was. I was right in the same town we all have been in. Funny how time slips away and that you can still be in the same town with the same people you go to school with and never see them.
I think back now on the times we had with him. He was the crazy ecentric type, wild. And we even think he took an alternative lifestyle after leaving the private catholic schools we all went to. Later on he had some sort of meltdown and ended up being disabled in some way. He never worked as an adult and when I was working with social services, I saw his name in a coworkers case load. We had lost contact then. Not because I wanted it. He did. I tried to keep in contact but he was not the same, not interested and that in some ways that hurt. But I respected his wishes and kept my distance. He was not the same. The few times I spoke to him he seemed not quite mentally stable. He was disable in some mental capacity.
I heard that his ashes were sprinkled at the beach he loved to go to. I was thinking back to some object or thing I may still have that he had given me. I do not have any sort of tangible object. I might have a cd.....where I do not know. Packed away in storage. What he gave me that will never to away are the memories. Memories of fun and dancing the nights away when disco was in. We were of the disco era. Memories of going out weekends in highschool and my freshman year in college as a group. We were always in a group. I do have my highschool yearbooks. He signed them. I still have those fond and old memories.
He is gone. Death. It was a surprise. Why did it have to be a freak fall at 47 years of age?
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
I just found out that one of my best friends from high school has died. He died last December in a freak fall down a flight of stairs. I hate I missed the funeral. I have since found out that friends were trying to reach me and did not know where I was. I was right in the same town we all have been in. Funny how time slips away and that you can still be in the same town with the same people you go to school with and never see them.
I think back now on the times we had with him. He was the crazy ecentric type, wild. And we even think he took an alternative lifestyle after leaving the private catholic schools we all went to. Later on he had some sort of meltdown and ended up being disabled in some way. He never worked as an adult and when I was working with social services, I saw his name in a coworkers case load. We had lost contact then. Not because I wanted it. He did. I tried to keep in contact but he was not the same, not interested and that in some ways that hurt. But I respected his wishes and kept my distance. He was not the same. The few times I spoke to him he seemed not quite mentally stable. He was disable in some mental capacity.
I heard that his ashes were sprinkled at the beach he loved to go to. I was thinking back to some object or thing I may still have that he had given me. I do not have any sort of tangible object. I might have a cd.....where I do not know. Packed away in storage. What he gave me that will never to away are the memories. Memories of fun and dancing the nights away when disco was in. We were of the disco era. Memories of going out weekends in highschool and my freshman year in college as a group. We were always in a group. I do have my highschool yearbooks. He signed them. I still have those fond and old memories.
He is gone. Death. It was a surprise. Why did it have to be a freak fall at 47 years of age?
July 21, 2008
Peace
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Peace is where you truly want to be.
That is where I am trying to stay....in my mind.
At peace.
So far so good, but it slips away throughout the day.
Concentration will bring it back.
If I am at peace why do others try to take it away?
Because they are not...I guess.
They want to steal my peace.
They have none.
Peace is where I truly want to be.
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Peace is where you truly want to be.
That is where I am trying to stay....in my mind.
At peace.
So far so good, but it slips away throughout the day.
Concentration will bring it back.
If I am at peace why do others try to take it away?
Because they are not...I guess.
They want to steal my peace.
They have none.
Peace is where I truly want to be.
July 16, 2008
You Are Blowing Your Chance...
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
You are blowing your chance. Chance at what? Chance to be the next Mrs. Kennedy. I have a friend and his last name is Kennedy. I have not literally seen him in 17 years. We have kept in touch by phone for the last 17 years. We dated for about a year about 18 years ago. Well, he is now getting a divorce from his wife and it will be final in September of this year. He has been making motions that he wants to see me. I simply can't seem to go there. I was not very responsive to his many requests to go to dinner or meet him. We live far away from each other. He had the nerve to text me...."you are blowing your chance."
Can we say livid. How presumptuous, that I would just jump at the chance to be his next wife. He is a catch. He has a good job, lots of money, several homes, cars-nice ones. When we were dating 18 years ago, he was separated from his wife then and he then got back with her. So it ended. At that time I was too sorry that I did not know him first. He was my dream husband. But it was only a dream. I think somehow he knew that I really thought a great deal of him then. I wonder if he still thinks that. I always have thought a great deal about him off and on throughout the years. Now that text...."you are blowing your chance." That has unnerved me. I think he has just blown his chance!
July 08, 2008
Home is Where the Heart Is
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Home. It really is where the heart is. My father died in December of 2006. Three days before Christmas. My mother insisted that I move in with her to take care of her. I did. What does a daughter do for her mother who has just lost her husband of 47 years? The one who treated her like a princess and did everything for her? You move in to take care of your 70 year old mother. It was the "right" thing to do.
It has been a living hell since we have been there. She is a toxic personality and she has several personality disorders on top of that. Seriously. No joke. She has always been bad but I thought that after all these years, she may have mellowed. Hell no! She is totally evil! Home with her is not home. She even says we are only guests in her home.
A friend of mine told me that althought I moved in to help her, I may not be the one to do that. She is right. All the things I thought I would be helping her with she has called in complete strangers to do...like move out all my fathers things. She did not even ask me if I could have one article of his clothes. They are all gone.
I have begun to look for an apartment. I have to move and in fact she is now asking me to move. She now wants to live by herself and claims all sorts of things....like I am trying to steal her house. How is really beyond me. I am planning to be out by mid august. Then I WILL have a home again.
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Home. It really is where the heart is. My father died in December of 2006. Three days before Christmas. My mother insisted that I move in with her to take care of her. I did. What does a daughter do for her mother who has just lost her husband of 47 years? The one who treated her like a princess and did everything for her? You move in to take care of your 70 year old mother. It was the "right" thing to do.
It has been a living hell since we have been there. She is a toxic personality and she has several personality disorders on top of that. Seriously. No joke. She has always been bad but I thought that after all these years, she may have mellowed. Hell no! She is totally evil! Home with her is not home. She even says we are only guests in her home.
A friend of mine told me that althought I moved in to help her, I may not be the one to do that. She is right. All the things I thought I would be helping her with she has called in complete strangers to do...like move out all my fathers things. She did not even ask me if I could have one article of his clothes. They are all gone.
I have begun to look for an apartment. I have to move and in fact she is now asking me to move. She now wants to live by herself and claims all sorts of things....like I am trying to steal her house. How is really beyond me. I am planning to be out by mid august. Then I WILL have a home again.
July 07, 2008
Hancock
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
I went to see Hancock this past weekend and it was great! There were many twists and turns. I will not mention here so that I will not spoil it for others. All I could say was WOW! Who would have thought?! Will Smith is doing it big time....over 100 million dollars. He has it right for July 4th. He owns that weekend. It is entertaining and PLEASE, PLEASE, do not leave when the credits roll. It is not over! The movie continues on and the way it REALLY ends....a sequel has to be in the making.
What do I give Hancock? 2 thumbs up and a bag of chips!
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
I went to see Hancock this past weekend and it was great! There were many twists and turns. I will not mention here so that I will not spoil it for others. All I could say was WOW! Who would have thought?! Will Smith is doing it big time....over 100 million dollars. He has it right for July 4th. He owns that weekend. It is entertaining and PLEASE, PLEASE, do not leave when the credits roll. It is not over! The movie continues on and the way it REALLY ends....a sequel has to be in the making.
What do I give Hancock? 2 thumbs up and a bag of chips!
Indian Man Kills Black Daughter in Law
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
When I read the story below, I was appalled for two main reasons. One, the level of racism. Indian people I know have that caste system in place and on many occassions have killed many women because they were not of the right cast or just for being a woman. Don't they burn them over there. So, I would be very careful about dating someone who was from India. I REALLY would have to see what the parents were like. I know it seems to be a cultural thing, but this seemed racist to me. She was black and that was why she was killed.
The other thing is that doesn't he realize he is black too...straighter hair but still black. White America does not like him any more than Black Americans or Hispanics or Asians or anyone else how is not caucasian. Not only do Blacks in this country have to deal with the still ever present racism of white America, now there are the other populations that are coming into this country. Racism toward black Americans is flowing from them as well.
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
When I read the story below, I was appalled for two main reasons. One, the level of racism. Indian people I know have that caste system in place and on many occassions have killed many women because they were not of the right cast or just for being a woman. Don't they burn them over there. So, I would be very careful about dating someone who was from India. I REALLY would have to see what the parents were like. I know it seems to be a cultural thing, but this seemed racist to me. She was black and that was why she was killed.
The other thing is that doesn't he realize he is black too...straighter hair but still black. White America does not like him any more than Black Americans or Hispanics or Asians or anyone else how is not caucasian. Not only do Blacks in this country have to deal with the still ever present racism of white America, now there are the other populations that are coming into this country. Racism toward black Americans is flowing from them as well.
A native of India who became a prominent businessman in the United States
was found guilty of murder last week for hiring hit-men to kill his
daughter-in-law because she was Black.
A jury in Fulton County, Georgia was
convinced by prosecution arguments that 69-year-old Chiman Rai was so angered by
his son marrying an African American woman that he hired hit-men to kill her.
Twenty-two year-old Sparkle Michelle Rai was found strangled and stabbed
more than a dozen times eight years ago. The senior Rai immigrated to the United
States in 1970 and for a while taught math at Mississippi’s predominantly Black
Alcorn State University.
The prosecutors said they would seek the death
penalty in the case and the jury rendered a death sentence the day after finding
Rai guilty.
The case was broken when a young woman was arrested on another
charge and tried to improve her situation by helping police solve a crime she
said she witnessed several years before. The crime was the stabbing of Sparkle
Michelle Rai.
July 04, 2008
Does the Suit Make the Man?
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Does the suit make the man? Does the pants make the man? The officer? The outdoorsman? It might just. According to 511tacticaloutdoors it does. There is a special tactical pant for just about everything. They actually seem to be catoring to the police/security industry and offer the 5.11 tactical pants an a piece of equipment and not a garmet. It is something the officer needs to do hsi job well. The pants come in three colors and are very durable as they are made of high density tactical canvas. They are equipped with cargo pockets and utility pockets which allow access from many positions. This pant has actually been a favorite of many law enforcement agencies for the past 15 years.
They even offer free shipping for orders over $50 and can ship very quickly. They have a karge inventory that allows them to ship most orders within 24 hours. And it is not pants they sell. They have all the other tactical gear to go with those pants, like shirts, jackets, footwear and other accessories. Look out! There is even a sale! So, do the pants make the man? No. On second thought the tactical pants does make the officer.
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July 03, 2008
Stream of Thoughts
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Why!
There will only be relief when you are gone.
Sad. So much time wasted and for nothing.
Why?
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Why!
There will only be relief when you are gone.
Sad. So much time wasted and for nothing.
Why?
July 02, 2008
11:11 Everywhere! Still
Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
The 11:11 thing is still with me. In addition, 12:12, 5:55, 4:44 and it goes on. It is very puzzling because I never look at my watch or clock. I make it a point not to look, but the few times I do, it is always one of those times. It is coming up on 11:03 now. I am looking now to keep from looking again at 11:11. It is freaking me out!
Here is one meaning. I kind of like this one.
Of My Time.....Hauntings.
The 11:11 thing is still with me. In addition, 12:12, 5:55, 4:44 and it goes on. It is very puzzling because I never look at my watch or clock. I make it a point not to look, but the few times I do, it is always one of those times. It is coming up on 11:03 now. I am looking now to keep from looking again at 11:11. It is freaking me out!
Here is one meaning. I kind of like this one.
For many years the numbers 11:11 have been mysteriously appearing to people
all over the world. Often appearing on digital clocks, the sightings of 11:11
tend to occur during times of heightened awareness, having a most powerful
effect on the people involved. This causes a reactivation of our cellular memory
banks. There's a stirring deep inside, a hint of remembrance of something long
forgotten.
The appearance of 11:11 is also a powerful confirmation that we are on the
right track, aligned with our highest Truth. Throughout the years, I have
personally encountered thousands of people all over the world who, have
experienced repeated sightings of 11:11. They all want to know what is happening
to them and why. What does the 11:11 signify? 11:11 is a pre-encoded trigger
placed into our cellular memory banks prior to our descent into matter which,
when activated, signifies that our time of completion is near. This refers to
the completion of duality.
When the 11:11 appears to you, it is your wake-up call. A direct channel
opens up between you and the Invisible. When this happens, it is time to reflect
on whatever you are doing for a moment and Look Larger. A transfer is in
position. You can enter the Greater Reality if you wish pray or meditate and
seed your future and also, you can be seeded by the Invisible. You can ask for
help in some specific area of your life or simply listen quietly and receive a
revelation. The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine
Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look around you and see
what is really happening. It's time to pierce the veils of illusion that keep us
bound to an unreal world. You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step
into the Greater Reality. To lead the way for others into a new way of living,
into a Greater Love. To ascend from duality into Oneness. The 11.11 is the
bridge our vitality and oneness. It is our pathway into the postive unknown and
beyond
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