How Evil is Evil? by Diane Ogden

I watched the T.V. special on J.K. Rowling last evening being spellbound most of the hour. Not much keeps me spellbound in this world but she and "just" her mere being does that to me. Maybe because I love to write also. Maybe because I have all those notes in my head and all the past experiences that need "re-placement" out of my head and into different characters on paper then onto a big screen. I believe that will happen. One comment she made with added video to accentuate it was: "Evil is something that if it gets too close to you it will suck all the good life forces right out of you!" Aside those words was the picture of Harry lying down about eight feet from a huge Evil glob Lord Voldomort. The positive forces being displayed as white cloudy Taffy being pulled from his being along with his skin, eyes and mouth stretching beyond what his mere mortal body could stand. It also reminded me of what a human being must feel like on strong drugs or possibly mental anguish. All of which are evil, are they not? Sucking the life right out!! Yes out and gone.... We all have evil lurking within and out. It is sly and cunning and wins all awards for its acting and trickery abilities. My mentor would say I am giving it to much credit which calls it in and makes it bigger. Like a little man who is nothing until he picks up his gun or grenade. Or his bottle of alcohol or his drug of choice or sharp tongue. All of which will kill him in the end. Slowly but surely. Like a ninja that sneaks up behind without a sound and wins his prey. No matter your daily walk or nightly sleep, there is evil lurking, waiting for a weak moment or a weak thought. We all have them...we also have whatever we need to shield ourselves and our loved ones from them. Mine.....their time is limited as they will soon be out of my head and down on paper then out to the world to be used for entertainment never again given any credit for negative growth. Small as they should be, like the size of a pea...no power. But their story shall be the size of a mustard seed whose definition is enough to move a mountain. Now that's success! It backfired on them didn't it? Indeed just as J.K. Rowling's fears from her past, demons from her past, and pain, all received a name and went down on paper and out to the world. And with the faith of a mustard seed she beat them in a mountainous way! Make your evil small and it will make you big.

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Lip Honker Clusters .....by Diane Ogden

No way! I have not been near any dirty fence posts! Those nasty three facial mishappenings on my upper lip and one between my nose and upper lip are disturbing and from stress only. I allowed stress to do this to me. And the photo is from google images. You can picture an 8 x 10 glossy of three of those honkers on my top lip and skin! I HAD a class reunion to attend this coming weekend. Ya think?? Or am I that shallow? I mean of course its what's inside that counts. Of course it is. Yah...sure....you betcha....uh huh...yup......YES...agreed! Am I going? Nope! I was so proud I was thin and genetically hummmm better, (for lack of a better word or course) and not fat like most my age ....omg, I suppose I am to humble myself once again in this life to show others reality and what it really means to be alive not look like. It's what's inside! S H U T U P! Class reunions have nothing to do with whats inside...so get it and get over the other thing. I don't have enough cover up for these Herpes like open diabetic type sores on my face. Granted the upper lip is swollen to the point of being an Angolie Jolie lip..cool huh...ONLY if I have a sign saying so!! And I was concerned about the left brain wrinkles on the obviously left side. Well, hey , maybe the sores will take away from the wrinkles ya think? Yes they will take away from everything including the little black dress. Might as well go ride in the back of the Goodwill Truck and model that little black dress! I could get paid for that at least. I just cant go..... I just cant! Well maybe I will.....show them how to be real, and authentic like Oprah says and teaches. I wonder if she would go out in pubic, excuse me, I meant public, with sores on her lips and between her nose and lips to her class reunion. Yes she would, but only because she has millions, oops, billions and has by -passed all those pee-ons that might make a comment. Me too....I don't have billions, but I have all the rest .... I will have to think on this. I have three more days. Not long enough for those nasties to heal. In fact they tend to turn black before the final crust falls off and new skin appears....I would say 2010... OK so two weeks out. My good God.... are you trying to keep me away, or teach many others. Please, use someone else this time! Too Late! I have a decision to make. And then I plan to ask for a break today! and next month too... If I go you owe me big guy in the sky! Or right next to me in my eye! So what do I see????
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The "Will Have" Board...by Diane Ogden

I cut this photo of a TV out of a magazine years ago. I tacked it up on my "wish I had" or "will have" Dream board. I actually forgot about it because I eventually disrobed my "will have" board and put those items in a "will have" folder. Do notice the price of that 15 inch TV...S H U T U P!

$1,300.00. ha. I said years didn't I? I found a monitor and HDTV together for $263.00 in 2006. Still forgetting I had wished and believed for it in the past. Then one day when cleaning though and throwing out was going on I found the little piece of magazine you see posted here. I got what I wanted and for unbelievably less. I still have a house with a beautiful porch, certain furniture, and a couple other items on the "Will Have" board. I have a new board now! I suppose it should just say PEACE in the center of it all..... something we cant buy and need more than anything. Its free yet maybe the hardest to find, keep, and maintain. Even with a higher faith.

The Guest Room...by Diane Ogden

I have always wanted the perfect magazine type "guest room!" Wouldn't that mean I have made it, like valley girl talk, like ya know like...I have an empty room in my home/condo/apt...apartment being the truth. That said room doesn't call in any children under thirty unless sick or in serious need. I just finished the Mommie deal....last year in fact. That being so it means that old Mommies want some space and independence like when they were 20 but look the 60 they are. Well most are in their 40's, but not me, no I had to have birth control failure at 40. Most women experience freedom at 40, or having to deal with their hubbs mid life do da day crisis cruds. Not me, I had no man, none of those issues ......except the failure of the b.c. And that doesn't stand for Before Christ...because I knew him too. Which made for some other type issues we got thru. There is no guilt in Christ, I am forgiven and so on. All that is great but I still had to go thru the walk. For twenty years I have gone thru the walk... And today was no diff. The hubbs leave and the kids stay...thank God. Yet in the major scheme of life isn't this small? That child has a place on earth....as I do. Back to the guest room. So my 84 year old Dad brings me "that child's" first bed, that was stored at the "funny farm" which you understand if you follow this blog!! We carry it in, watch the Dad move slower and slower each year, then we visit a bit.... He brings me a pint of his star raspberries and a bag of his special "speragus" he calls it. Then he leaves in his truck to complete his errands...a bit slower but in good health. I want to put the bed together and I even find a baggie that says BED BOLTS... I am so thrilled at my organization until I discover the BED BOLTS are for some other bed from some other time. So there it is, "The Bed," in the infamous guest room, pieces on the floor , with the Coleman air mattress I just purchased today, (which is another blog regarding blowing it up and getting the plug put back in before it deflated)
on the floor with the 19 year old $600 day bed/ pink with pink hearts about it....three dead ceramic balls, one left to re-order from. I'll just hang baseball caps on the broken ball spots. NO, that's my point..I am at a phase of life where I should have MORE!! I should have the perfect guest room darnit. I have it all on the inside....or maybe not . If I did the outside should follow suit they say... what you think is what you get. If that is true I should have the perfect guest room, No missing balls on the bed, sex at least three times a week or more, health insurance, and be able to eat a Big Mac without fearing death from it. Or at least a Cheeseburger! Whatever, I am going to bed unfinished. Like a new piece of raw furniture that gets to chose how to turn out! That 's me...I still have time to chose. I called my daughters roomie and asked if he had any nuts. I really meant bolts! He was very silent for a moment and then I said, "Let me explain....." We obviously laughed because of course he has nuts. Of the brazen sort. I am not that old for G sakes. But I am of the Class of Class so I fixed it and carried on. I will go to Lowes, or Ace Hardware, or that one Ty Pennington uses....Home Depot and get the appropriate NUTS! And then fix the bed so I can lie upon it, watch the little TV I put on the ledge of the cat tree, (the cat is confused now too) and have a place for my daughter, Grand daughters to sleep when they stay over.....and then leave again. I love it! I even pay for it to happen. Oh and wont the boys love coming home and sleeping in a PINK bed with hearts about it? Their cool...it'll work and I'm thankful I have a guest room! Finally.

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America's Got Talent...by Diane Ogden

And so do I! I do comedy routines, stand up that is....in the shower, in the car, at my desk. And I sing, in the shower, in the car, in front of the mirror and to my computer.... I draw and file them away, I write children's story's, have a couple novels going.....there so good I cant stop reading them myself! But. Oh God there's the butt! But what? I am too busy doing survival that they don't find completion. My fault for sure. But I do have fun in my shower, in my car, and at my desk. doi. I tape them and hide them in my jewel box for the afterdeath go thru someday! ha. I was watching this commercial, I think for some cellular phone service, and they showed beautiful fairy dust (diamond dust) sparkling in the air when the phone rang. They showed balloons when a text came thru. And so on. In other words they put visual to a happy emotion. I love fairy dust and I want some. I saw it used in a play once....The Christmas Carol. From that day on I wanted to sprinkle fairy dust. Wouldn't it be fun to sprinkle it at/on someone every time you gave them a compliment? Or maybe not....might get arrested. I suppose prisoners might like and need some Fairy Dust. I know I do...because its happiness. And you cant throw happiness on people if they don't want it....real or not. I think I might get boo-ed off America's got talent because I just have too much of it. Like the Jack of all talent and the master of none. Wonder if that phrase is old now too. The other day I said to a friend, "Oh you girls are like the Three Musketeers!" She responded with, "What? You mean the Three Amigo's?" I said, "Yes, exactly!" Now if I only had a spanx full body bathing suit and a bra that really fit I would be even happier. Oh and of course a bag of fairy dust to pass around....because fairy dust represents Love! Since there is no such thing....we must spread it with our hearts via our eyes via our actions. Love....I've got talent! In the shower, in the car, and at my desk.

I got that photo online and forgot where...please forgive me!

Independence Day...by Diane Ogden

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Well me oh my look in my eye! I missed the 4th of July! I woke up with a stiff neck, lasted for two days plus, (I'm being negative about tomorrow) my cat broke 0ut of our barricaded porch and caught a cute little gopher who lies in RIP on my deck! I don't do dead little animals...not birds, or gophers or mice! I freak the frick out on those little critters. Like call 911..My plants need water but ain't gonna happen until manager's boyfriend comes and removes tiny RIP dead animal. I can sit with a friends dead child and pray but not a dead small animal. I just hope I am not a reincarnated Crow....eeeewww... All I know is I cant do it. My Dad cant either and he isn't a reincarnated Crow. When I was a kid my brother, whose name is Linley Young, used to say, "WORMS, YOUR EATING WORMS..." whenever we had spaghetti and I would run from the table crying.. I could not eat. Dunno why that happens. Call it association maybe. And maybe it is just that and that is all it is. But that's allot! Back to point..I did not get any independence from any of that crap. I did although get to talk via SKYPE (George Jetsons' Picture Telephone service) to my son in Thailand for three hours no lie. He is an amazing teacher of life. He chalks religion...he has gone thru sooo much to get where he is and it is paying off. Cant wait for his video online teachings. He gave me Independence of all sorts! What a guy! Time to put this neck issue "to sleep" so I can work and never have to live by the river. I think I am laughing...

Governor Sanford (and Son JunkYard mess) by Diane Ogden

Can you flippin believe what that "man" said in public! "I can now die knowing I have met my soul mate!" Duh, what a jerk or not so smart a person. Or his heart and his penis are beating in sync in public. OMG! I have had a few psychology courses and this is basis 101 self absorption. Or maybe he is really smart and playing dumb. That is a Southern Gentlemen trait in case you don't know it. I lived there, experienced such so take it from an expert! Not with that Governor, but ...... Back to point. If in fact he is playing Southern Gentlemen, his goal is to be with the soul mate Maria, by making his wife leave him so he doesn't look guilty as charged. Does he think we don't know our ass from third base out here? Actually his ass is on the block and he is desperately trying to save it and everything else for HIM! Those poor kids. And Mrs. Sanford....
"Make him suffer and don't let him go for at least two years." Pay back is hell baby. And this is a big one indeed. Might even beat John Edwards deal.

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