Monday, December 21, 2009

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Then the dog ate the turkey!

I'm really trying to be positive but really. The dog ATE MY TURKEY! Come on give me a break!

Thoughts of homicide part II

Ok, so do you ever feel like killing your son? The same son that helped you in the kitchen. But, has been playing on the computer and doesn't log himself out. Now, he sounds like a gay guy! Dude, this is truly messed up. Now, his friends know more about his mother than they ever thought they wanted to know. Thoughts of homicide run wild through my mind. Yes, it's one of those moments when you think that world conspires against the powers of positive momentum. Well, shit! I guess that's called gravity. Any way you look at it. Shit happens. Sorry Willy
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Thoughts of homicide

Yes, boys and girls the husband man must die or at least he must be wounded. Oh yeah, I did that 30 years ago. I married him! Ok, so I just want some sort of sick revenge. I know that men are supposed to be the strong tough guys who take a hit and keep going. Sometimes that same man has to take time for a small melt down. Ok, so who is there to clean up the goo after he's shot his mouth off? Mmmm? He's my friend, lover & my arch nemesis. Do you ever just feel like meeting your spouse at the door with boxing gloves on. I'm ready for that! I don't really want to hurt him but I'd sure like to make him suffer just a teeny tiny bit. Aw, what the hell? What other monster would I choose? Too late to quit on him and too soon for single life. I guess I'll just keep my mouth shut like he does for me when I'm having a tough time. I think I'll go read my scriptures. Reading them always makes me feel better.. Then I'll go and find those gloves..

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Why do we try?

For those that live a life of Reilly this may not apply to you. Those that have had to fight dust understand the constant and futile battle. During the course of the week we fight against dirt. We are armed with clean cloth and Liquid Gold. (You'd think that Liquid Gold would really be worth a lot of money with that name.) However,I have found no Gold in Liquid Gold. I've tried to find it every time I use the product. Alas, my fight against dust is an ongoing battle. Every man and women fights the same battle. Maybe if we just got rid of the stuff, we'd find that we have more than we need. This is true statement in my case. When I become old, my children will wonder why I've kept so many things. Stuff piles up in unusual shapes and sizes. These shapes of stuff keep me up at night. Mostly, I'm concerned what others will think of my piles of stuff. Will they think I'm just a messy collector of stuff? Do I need more stuff to make me happy? I think not. However, bright shiny things tempt my eyes and sometimes calls to me even after I've determined that I don't need any more stuff. Recently, I've thought a great deal about stuff. Why do you try to obtain as much stuff as possible? Are we trying to please our selves? Or, are we trying to prove to the world that we have the greatest stuff. Does our stuff show the world that we are successful hard working people who deserve to have really good stuff? How do they know if it's good stuff or a cheap knock off? And, who the they, the ones that determine excellence in stuff? Who are they that determine what color is in or out? Why do we follow blindly like lemmings? I'd really like to know who "they" are so that I can write a letter on (none cool paper,) stating that I'd rather not be in the list. To that I say, "what list"? I've never signed up to be a buyer of stuff. And, why do I give a rats ass? The truth is that we all have a bit of lemming in us. For once I'd like to wear something extremely not cool and not worry about it. Then I would call myself a reformed collector of stuff. Yes, this is what should be done. Alas, my ego is too big and I can not be seen in non cool stuff. However, to those that think that I dress uncool then I'd be fulfilling my dream of an departure from cool stuff. How is it that even as a little child we know what we want. I tortured my mother because of stuff. The differences in stuff became clear when I was in 2nd grade. This is when my mother and I first found out that we disagreed about stuff. Another mans trash is another mans treasure. When I leave this mortal existence, I will buried in stuff & covered with dirt. How about that? Even, death is not an escape from stuff. So, why do we try? Mmmm, something to think about.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Wow

How time flies, so much has filled my time since my last post. Well that's life isn't it? I still love my life. I wouldn't trade with anyone right now. It feels good to know that, I know! I have a strong testimony of the love Heavenly Father has for us. For that I am profoundly grateful. I am loved, that is good enough for me.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Life

Doors closing, windows open....Continuance of life. Moments unspoken, feelings unsorted. What is to be learned? Hope I get it soon. Spiritual uplifts, life's little blows. Know that it's for the good. But, to what end? We will not be divided, nor one sided. Love of life, baby smiles. Good times. Hold the ones you love, never crush. Love to live. Live to love. Doors open, windows close. Continuum of mind and soul. WHAT!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

What the hell!

A hook from one of my songs; What the hell, what the hell, what the hell went wrong? I just came here to sing my song, and everything turned out wrong.
Do you ever feel like that? I don't really think that everything has turned out wrong. But, I surely say to myself. "What the hell?"

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Today I was told that my present state of life is preparing a way for something in the future. I would be ready because of my trials. Well what if I'm not willing to pay the price? Ya know? I'm not all that sure about anything any more. I do know that I want to cry most of the time. I live in fear most every day. I know that I will be made stronger. I know that I will be a better person for the struggles. I'm just not sure that I want to try any longer. Ya know! I'm tired.