Techno Breakdown...................by Diane Ogden

So that is not me in the photo. Her boobs are perky and she has a waist. Just kidding so do I. 
      My photo would have be me and more wires, three TV's, one DVD player, one PC, and one LapTop. Me trying to find an extension cord to plug in the DVD player. Me holding the 32 inch HD not as clear as it should be TV extended out over the mantel balancing it with one arm while searching for the red white and yellow inputs that were upside down under a ledge on back of said TV.   None of which would play the movie "Hope Springs" that I rented today. I don't rent movies as I have NETFLIX but Netflix doesn't offer the movie Hope Springs. Last weekend I joined CinemaNow put out by Best Buy so I could watch Hope Springs on my PC. I even paid $3.99 and he movie wouldn't play. Same story diff day! I called my son in L.A. to help me hook up the DVD player which I did. I have never needed one because I have a tablet and the two computers I can watch movies on. So it was input red to input red and white and yellow blah blah. I messed around for three hours trying to get that movie to play somewhere. On my PC it just clicked. On the laptop same thing. The lil blue circle just kept circling and circling even after the movie was taken out. Scary as it was gone. When I put it in the DVD player that was actually hooked up a message came on saying it was unable to play that video. I finally called Family Video and he told me sometimes they get a defective video. YA THINK DINK! Three hours later tator! Breakdown clown! Clever Trevor! Freako Fred!  Okay...settle down.  I'm good.....   So until I have another breakdown or find something funny....Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and get rick, (there I go again calling in Rick)  Get Rich so you can buy an APPLE and have the Geeks come and set the whole mess up for you.  Seriously. 

Feline Hairballs.................by Diane Ogden

.  Lucy has hairballs!  Big Bad hairballs and she peucks a lot.  She has a licking disorder called ANXIETY.  She is also a feral who wont let me give her the tuna tasting laxatone so I have to buy special hairball food.  And this is the hairball cocktail I mix every few months. Take the Royal Canin and the Newman's Own.  Those two alone cost me $42.50.  The IAMS, PURINA ONE, and whatever the other one is......I cant remember, but I bet they add up to the same or more.  And my kitty still cries when she poos....because there is so much hair trying to come out.  More hair than Poo the vet says upon  dissection.  I do my best to help her and love her through this life.  If she gets real sick she lets me take her to the Vet.  I Love Lucy!

Until I find some interesting news or happy news Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and Get Rick, I mean Rich, (but if you know a Rick you can send him on over) so you can take your Lucy to the clinic and pay for the anesthesia and detailed testing to make sure she is okay.  That'd be about a Grand or so.

She seems healthy except her eyesight and poo-ing issues.  I will take good care of her. 

 

Trigger Finger.....................by Diane Ogden

I am not a person anyone needs to worry about having a happy trigger finger. With all the gun control discussions going on and for good reason, me, I have an unhappy trigger finger. Not a finger that is itching to shoot off any automatic weapon which I don't understand why anyone would need to have unless they were in the middle of warfare with an enemy country anyway. Or walking around Alaska waiting for a Grizzly attack. No mine is a pissed off tendon in my middle finger. Someone asked me if I had "shot" too many "birds" at other folks. Nah, I don't do that too often. You can get a $50 fine for doing that in traffic and that's the only place I would even consider doing that.  I am ashamed to say.

Well not that ashamed, but a lil ashamed. So what's my point? IDK. My finger hurts like the dickens whatever that means. I do wonder who dickens was and how he got hurt to have his name used for centuries linked to trouble. I am using a brace so middle finger doesn't lock either straight up bird style, or bent so as to make me freak out. OMG can you imagine my middle finger stuck straight up giving everyone in sight everywhere I go the BIG BIRD??  I  am holding it in a glass of ice water which isn't helping. Shit I don't want a needle of cortisone into the palm of my hand. I barely take an aspirin ever. But since I can barely comb my hair, ( omg you should see it eeeww) or wipe my blank.... I better find an answer soon. Isn't this fun talk? Automatic weapons to ass wiping issues. Now I am embarrassed and I have the urge to flip the bird at something. My dog? Nah... poor baby didn't do anything. Maybe the Christmas tree? Nah...And yes the tree is still up because I had to cancel Christmas due to the stupid flu. 

I don't own that Annie Oakley pistol set so no worries I might go downstairs and shoot up the trash room. No worries amyway as hand has no strength to even pick up the darn gun. A set of dishes would be nice. Break one at a time but then again that is all negative and a tad violent. I am not violent. Just mad at my finger right now.

I will be fine one way or the other.  I am afraid it might be the other.  So until I find something more pleasing to discuss....Be Well, Be Happy as the above photo states, Be Safe, (I haven't felt safe in public lately, more than a few times since the latest shooting of the lil ones) and get rich so you can take time off to rest and abate the finger surgery deal.  

My Masks...............................by Diane Ogden

 

What if you could wear a mask, leave your home, and no one would recognize you no matter where you went?  Who would you be?  Would you be the you that you are everyday?  Or, would the mask hide the person life has molded you into?  Obviously I didn't have a very cool mask to use for my little story.  This mask belongs to my Grandchildren.  I dug it out of the play box just for this!  I look cross eyed and yes I am all hunched up with Grannie and Grandad looking on behind me.  But seriously.  Take me for instance.  (Oh God here we go Rose!)  I could stand to have an extra dose  or two of confidence.  I wont blame my mother or anyone that ever bullied me. (The hell I wont!) I wont blame all the self hypnosis tapes and self help books I have read and listened to that didn't work.  (The hell I wont, I paid good money for them)  I wont blame God or my brother or old Uncle Albert. (Ohhh nooo, not this time no blame)  They, the writers, the people who say they know it all, and OPRAH all say I must own it. It being whatever I have done forever. Even if I didn't know I did it....dang I own it!  

I own whatever mess I have made. And I am supposed to find my authentic self.  Is that the one from the womb or the books and tapes?  IDK.  But if I could put on a real mask where no one new it was me......who would I really be.  Would I be happier, would I be sadder, (sounds like that old Peggy Lee song, "Is That All There Is My Friend!")  I personally think I would be different.  That is why actors do so well.  They are not being themselves.  I would be a bit crazy acting I think.  Laugh more.  Do stand up then if I wasn't any good no one would know it was me that wasn't any good.  And oh my of course that has nothing to do with anyone every telling me that all the time growing up ......OPRAH! The way I see it, some can overcome and go the distance like in Field of Dreams....and some have a lil extra difficulty doing that.  Me..... I'm good.  Just need to get out more.  I love an audience and I am my own audience too much of the time.   I don't need a mask.  Do you?  I think dying might be a bit like wearing a mask.  Then you get to be your authentic self except no one will know it.  Or see it.  Don't need a mask then Fred......toooooo late mate! Be well, Be Happy, Be Safe, and get rich and buy a fancy mask and go about one day being the rest of the person hiding inside you.  Or not... 

 

IS THAT ALL THERE IS MY FRIEND 

I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And as I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a circus?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

Then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day, he went away. And I thought I'd die -- but I didn't.
And when I didn't I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing

I know what you must be saying to yourselves.
If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no. Not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment.
For I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my lst breath, I'll be saying to myself,

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

Three A.M. Demon...............by Diane Ogden

So for the past month almost to the day I have woke (woken, no such word is there?) up at almost exactly 3:00 a.m.  It's not funny, its awful because I remain awake until around 5:00 ish....  I have no alarm because I have never needed an alarm until now. I do not know how to set my smart phone alarm YET but I may have to learn considering this demon wont leave me alone.  So tonight I do what I always do when I don't know what to do.....I Google it.  And omg I have to share the hilarity of this one.  Actually Goggle went to Yahoo to find out.... 

Elisa says:  I always get scared a demon is in my room so I just keep my eyes closed until I hear my TV on again. Does it sound like a Demon or something?

Delicata says:  3:00 has a special meaning to Christians and superstitious people - 3am is the 4th watch. The Lord wakes us up at this hour because it is then he can get our attention. During the day or when we first go to bed, we have other things on our mind. 3am is when our minds are clear and we can hear him and he can speak to us. When the Lord wakes you up at this hour or around this time, people believe you should pray and listen.

I say:  Pray Brotha Pray and make it go away.

Chica says:    I was told it was because my mother didn't "flip me" when I was a child. (meaning that if my body was lying in a north-south position, that i be changed to a south-north position, and if that didn't work, try it east-west or west-east until sleeping patterns normalized. Change was supposed to be dramatic and instant.)

Dino says:  It does sound a bit weird. But first of all you might want to check with your electrical supply company and see if there were any regular interruption at around the time you always woke up. Demons don't know electric stuff so well to be messing with all ur electrical appliance. So don't be afraid.  (BEST ONE YET I SAY)

Seeliox says:  I'm a very spiritual person, so there is another facet of this that is worth mentioning. Jesus died at 3 p.m.   But if you are in America, especially in the Central time zone, 3 p.m. in the time zone that he died, is in actuality, 3 a.m. or roughly thereabouts in our time here in the U.S. Also, a lot of things revolve around 3's. The holy trinity, 3 p.m. of the crucifixion, the crow clucking 3 times, so on, etc.

shAAA says:  ! I never saw the Exorcist movie. I'm not sure why this happens at 3am. Maybe it has something to do with the planets.

Anyuserwilldo replied to pooh27's:  (WHOA READ ON!!)

I also frequently wake up at 3am. I've heard that if you drink alcohol in the evening, this can be when the sedative effect wears off, and you can be roused from sleep. However, many nights when this happens, I haven't been drinking at all. Last night, something extra strange happened. I happened to be awake already at 3am, and my dog, who had been happily asleep by my side in the dark, picked up her head and began to howl. It was a long, eerie, but very beautiful and mournful howl. My dog is 6- and I have only heard her howl one other time, when she was awaking from anesthesia. A strange occurrence. The theory that most interests me is that a deceased loved-one could be allowed to check in on us at this time (I lost my 25 year-old brother a year ago to a car accident). Also, I do live in a neighborhood with many elderly people, so the old superstition of a dog howling to announce a death is interesting as well.

 

The Happy News Lady is now totally freaked out!  I do wish I had not looked this up because if my dog howls at 3:00 a.m.  I may poop myself.  I have heard many of these so called old wives tales but never this many all gathered together at once.  Jeez Louise!

One for the road or fore bedtime:

Lukeperry responded:

3 am is said to be when Demons are at their strongest.

I have heard that possessions usually occur between 3:AM to 4:AM. 

 

The Happy News Lady is now never going to bed again!  Holy Jesus went to Venus and left me alone at 3:00 a.m. to fight the demons and the howling dogs telling me someone is dying.  Oh Lord Shirley.... The TV may never be shut off after dark again.  Wait, I know....I will put in an add for a roommate that will sleep with me!  Oops sounds like that 3:00 a.m. demon must have got into me after all huh? 

Until next time, Be Safe (from demons), Be Well, (Pray), and Be Happy (Drink before bed!)  And just for shits and giggles get dang rich and laugh at the 3:00 a.m. demons while your sleeping with the new roomie you bought!   

 

OMG I FOUND A LEGIT SITE that says IT'S PROBABLY NOT DEMONS THANK GOD !!!

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You Are Who You Are Close Too??..............by Diane Ogden

I don't usually post anything I see on facebook to my blog but this one is GREAT!  I didn't double check it on snopes or scopes or shopes or whichever site gives us total truths... So glad there is a "site" somewhere with the truth!  Maybe I should have checked and maybe I will.  That would be called better late then never.  I have read about several hundred self help books in my decades until one day I just threw them all out and decided to carry on anyway.  I read and watched The Secret book and movie.  And I like Wayne Dyer the best.I have read up on Magnetic fields and electric towers to close to the cows and us.  I have researched "tapping" parts of my body in a certain pattern that "they" say is healing and relaxing and so on.  And I know my plants grew bigger and better on top of my old fashioned radioactive TV. (They don't fit on top the new flat screens)  So now you know I at least know something about Mary, no no, Something about this positive negative "stuff."  Stuff is my college word.  When I read this on facebook today I was enthralled by it.  I have always been told you are who you surround yourself with.  That being said I am glad I move quickly because I wouldn't want to stay next to anyone too long whose bad heart might jump on my heart and then travel to my mind.  Imagine a jail where hearts live so close to each other.  Or a prison?  Or a work place where people fuss and feud and quietly hurt each other with bad words.  Wow to me this is big big.....  My mentor always tells me to never say anything negative about anyone because it will affect ME!  Not the other guy.  Yet......in the end I must say there has to be more to this little clip.  Unless the heart is stronger than words, love, pain, anger, and so on.  Because we are all surrounded by those negatives more than we are happy news ladies, or happy people in general.  And no wonder Nursing Homes are dubbed "Dying Mills!"   Okay here it is:

‎"Experiments conducted at the Institute of HeartMath have found remarkable evidence that the heart’s electromagnetic field can transmit information between people. We have been able to measure an exchange of heart energy between individuals up to 5 feet apart. We have also found that one person’s brain waves can actually synchronize to another person’s heart.

Furthermore, when an individual is generating a coherent heart rhythm, synchronization between that person’s brain waves and another person’s heartbeat is more likely to occur. These findings have intriguing implications, suggesting that individuals in a psychophysiologically coherent state become more aware of the information encoded in the heart fields of those around them.

The results of these experiments have led us to infer that the nervous system acts as an “antenna,” which is tuned to and responds to the electromagnetic fields produced by the hearts of other individuals."

http://wakeup-world.com/2012/02/29/hearts-have-their-own-brain-and-consciousness/

So for God's sake and all the people that are within FIVE FEET of you.....BE NICE, BE HAPPY, BE SAFE, and BE WELL or it will be your fault for all those you messed up that day.....and KARMA is a witch!

Charles............ by Diane Ogden

Charles is my amazing friend  I have talked to Charles for years.  Sometimes we talk like Brits and sometimes like Texans. Other times Russian. We talk all the time. I was married to a Charles a zillion years ago and I can assure you it is not that Charles.  He died and went to the 12th dimension. They tell me that is the farthest one from this earth.  I don't blame him as he had a really horrible life. I suspect he went as far from here as the Universe would allow.
I used to call Charles God and talk on and on to him and get mad at him too.  It was when I would say things I felt I shouldn't "outta" say to God when angry. That is when I changed God's name to Charles.  We get on much better now.  I was raised a Catholic Lutheran. That's a Lutheran that acts like a Catholic but wont admit it.  You know, all puffed up and proper and serious not allowing a guitar or a set of drums in the ornate sanctuary. Oh Lord no.   That being said I have a problem talking to God like he's me buddy / Daddy / bestie....so I changed his name.  Now Charles and I have a gay ole time.  I talk to him in my car, in my kitchen, in the grocery store.  Wouldn't want anyone to think I talk to myself so I say, "Charles, what the heck are we gonna cook up this week?"  Charles never answers but I know the answers.  I just need Charles to be there and listen and let my words bounce off him and back to me.  So today I said, "OMG Charles, I have to write a blog post about you.  You are one amazing invisible friend. And you are always right about most everything.  Good man Charles."  Or:  In the dead of night if I hear something.  I say, "Shit Charles, whatdoyathink it is?  Should I get the hammer out?  Wait......I think its gone.  Its gone Charles, we can go back to sleep now.  By the way I need favor tomorrow at the Clark's house. Thanks big guy." 
Some days its:  "Don't give me any crap Charles.  I have had it and I mean it.  Just tell me what the blazes I am going to do about this."
Actually I only talk to Charles on occasion.  Ha....  not like 24/7 or anything.  But its fun when I do because  I like to hear myself act out and do the different verbal accents. I bet Charles gets a kick out of it too.  Whoever he is.  I just realized I do not know what Charles looks like.  Weird .....if I do say so myself.  I guess I never needed to pull up his face.  He's good like he is.  So until I remember another weird part of my life or something happy, fun, or interesting.  Be Well, Be Safe, and Be Happy.  Charles and I are!  And get rich so you can hire a really good shrink just in case you need one.  I don't. (I was blessed with an amazing and fun imagination)
Love, Me