Death.................by DianeOgden

I was lying in bed about to sleep and the thinking began.  Death..  I was lying there so comfy...then thought what about when I die?  And how this body wont be lying here all comfy, rather  the body will be gone and what is inside will be and that is what will be.  My feelings, my emotions or are those the same?  My brain thoughts??  Will they change or be all good like I have heard?  My friend told me her deceased brother said there were the most beautiful horses there and another said he was planting flowers like he had never known on this earth.  That moved my thinking to:  OMG are there only living things there? I bet so!  I don't do horses, nor am I much good with horticulture like my dad or mom were. I seem to be an apartment goddess to speak... for instance I like to make jewelry.  Shit I bet there is no jewelry in heaven.  Oh carp.....I meant crap but isn't that ironic?  carp eats crap.  Oh Lord.  I do love animals and believe when we die we will finally see how we could have or should have communicated with the animals better.  Maybe that will be my saviour in a sense huh?  Pearls and gems sure wont.  Nor will my computer, or my ability to sew unless heaven has a sewing room.  Who knows there might be a quilting room and a crochet and knitting room.  But I suspect not.  I suspect its all physics....  I really do.  Physics is life in every aspect.  I do wish I had been able to go that far in schooling.  I know physics in my spirit....but I didn't learn it in my earthly brain.  That's okay....The spirit is the most important  as it is what lives on.  I may meet my physics professor client in heaven and know as much or more than she does in that field.....  Wouldn't that blow a physics professor away?  Me too.  How fun is that to look forward to.  There may be no smart levels there. And if there are I bet there is no bullying of one another.  Its supposed to be all love and consideration.  I can do that.

Okay back to bed unless more comes to me for you. Nite.

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Happy Valentines Day.............by Diane Ogden

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Windows 8 .................by Diane Ogden

There it is!  My new Samsung Notebook with Windows 8.  I must have thought I was at a restaurant or a fancy clothing store where I could "order up" what I preferred vs not getting what I want because when I told the salesman I preferred Windows 7 and would he have one of those in stock please?  He giggled, yes giggled, and said, "No I don't because they don't make those anymore.

What if we went into a restaurant and ordered scrambled eggs @ $3.98 and the waitress informed us they weren't available anymore.  Can only get sunnyside up @ $9.98.  Doesn't that have a name?  Didn't I learn in school something about this?  It has a name and darned if I can think of it.  When a company or government only allows one company to have it all.  I guess its time to Google that one. 

And this is why my son tells me over and over to buy APPLE!  I haven't because I would have to buy so much to replace what I already have it would cost a small car loan's worth.  But after yesterday I might think harder on that decision.  You see "it" is sitting behind me on a TV Tray. Yes sitting there waiting for me to figure "it" out.  I called Best Buy and informed them there was no CD in the box with my new Samsung Notebook to teach me how to use Windows 8.  The lady put me on hold (probably scared to tell me the truth) and passed me onto a fellow who said, "They don't offer those anymore!"  I said, "Oh, wonderful, what am I supposed to do with this black box then, sit and star at it?"  I was not born in the decade where kids are born with ready made techno chips in their brains.  I was born when they used the word arithmetic and the milkman delivered our milk right to our back door.  Thus is where the term, "That kid came from the milkman."  Maybe that is where my brother derived from since I recall my mother being in her nightgown once when he came in the back door. Hummm.   (Bet she doesn't know I remember that one) Hey she covered her tracks, she named him after Grandad!  I knew he didn't belong. LOL.  My luck he reads this.  So what's my point?  I am not sure I can even Google how to use Windows 8.  Actually my favorite was and still is XP!!  XP was fun.  And every time they (Corporations) come out with a new Windows none of your old programs work in the new deal.  I may return it and just keep repairing my old Windows 7.  They are controlling what I want and can have.  I want scrambled and they tell me I cant have it.  Microsoft is not democratic.  Ya think?  But then not much is anymore.  I figure my big old box TV would have way outlasted this skinny not so HD as they said TV will. It is built to die soon.  My Grandmothers refrigerator is still running in my parents garage and that is like one of the FIRST General Electric Icebox'es.  Seriously.
So maybe not so funny here, or happy, but interesting if you have encountered Windows 8 and informative in case you do.
So be happy, be safe, be well, and get rich so you can buy APPLE!!  They make things for you to add-on vs replace and have to throw away all the old discs that wont work on the new products.  I guess they think we are dumb.  humm

Mammabellarte ..............borrowed by Diane Ogden

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This is what I would do with all my spare time if I could!  Please check out her blog....

 

Feb 10, 2013

Vignettes Soiree, 50 Shades of Pink - Part I

So much work was put in Vignettes Soiree yesterday. Lori, the crew and the vendors did an amazing job.
Christie and I took the day off and drove to Vignettes. These are just few of the most wonderful displays, enjoy it!

...... more soon


Ciao for now

Rita

Peter Died.................by Diane Ogden

Peter was my friend.  Several years ago something bad happened to me and I had to start over in life.  In the area of finding a job that is.  Which wasn't happening so I took a job delivering newspapers.  I delivered The ONION and the University of Wisconsin Badger Herald and I forgot the other one (imagine that?) Oh yeah The Cardinal. And the Sustainable Times.  I over-loaded my blessed car every day and overloaded my back also.   It was too much work for a lady my size and for too long but I thanked the Universe and or God everyday that I had enough money to exist.  I did that for four or five years.  I didn't count.  While I did that I met a fellow named Peter Bell.  Peter was quite the different sort of person.  He had a photographic memory and would call me and telling me everything he ever remembered in life!!   Sometimes that was annoying.  Peter and I did not have a romantic relationship, rather he liked to call and visit.  He would stopped over maybe three times in the 4-5 years we knew each other and he called himself Uncle Peter to my cat and dog.  Peter knew hundreds of  jokes but I never could remember them.   Not until Peter died.  Then I remembered the last joke he ever told me and I cant forget it.

                             Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
                              Because he didn't have any guts!

I know, its a dumb old joke, and Peter knew them all.  And I always laughed 'cause he needed that.
He told me about every island everywhere it seemed.  And actors and actress's from old movies and the old movies of which I never could remember because Peter was a few years older than I.  He also stood up for me at work when someone said I threw good papers away.  No one else believed me when I really didn't throw any papers away.  Sometimes in those sort of jobs (lower class) others who need the job set one up for such a nasty so they get fired. Guess they do that at higher class jobs too.  Regardless Peter was a constant to me and disregarded others taught.   He didn't believe in God.  The Nuns and Priests messed him up pretty bad at the Catholic school he went to.  Really bad in fact.  They told him even if he had sexual thoughts (and he was at that young man age where that is normal) that he would go to Hell.  He actually had to get psychiatric help when he was young due to the "religious") brainwashing.  Peter was a ballroom dancer.  He wooed the ladies at the Rosewood Apartments where he lived. And the ratio of men to women was 20-1!  So he was a busy fellow.  Peter had a Jerbal...crap I forget her name....   And Peter loved to sell things on his computer.  He retired from J.C. Penney's before he delivered newspapers.  Once he applied for a job as a shuttle driver for the airport.  Peter was always coming up with crazy ideas to make money.  And he usually made enough.  He had his own Tuxedo Printing Company on the side.  He was very proud when he was asked to make OBAMA buttons and or Obama car magnets.  He introduced me to Suzanne Beecher who is a writer.  Peter always told me I was an excellent writer and after I wrote my first novel (still sitting there needing tweaks) he called Suzanne who was so kind to send me a signed copy of her book and give me wonderful instructions on how to publish mine.  He also told me when he first saw me (in the dirty warehouse, no not whorehouse) that he just figured I was a lowlife.

Huh?  Seriously he did.  Then after he heard me speak and got to know me he told me I had more depth then he every imagined.  We could converse intellectually and that shocked him.  Peter was a bit of a chauvinist actually.  I knew about every one of his girlfriends from H.S.on.  And about all the ones that let him down on www.match.com.  Oh Lord that was a mess because Peter thought he was maybe a little better looking than true life.  He had no waist and no butt so his pants barely stayed up. He was bald and his glasses were I swear from the 60's so I told him it was time for an upgrade and some clothes that fit.  He listened and got new glasses and some new jeans.  Peter had ADD!  Peter never stopped talking.  If I wanted to say something I had to shout at him to STOP, IT'S MY TURN!  Then he would stop but for the most part he talked and I listened. I could talk while he was talking which I did sometimes just for fun and he never heard me!  Seriously. Peter told me when we die we all just go to different dirt.  I cracked up but then when I thought about it.....dang he was right.  Depending on how we do in life depends on what dirt we go to.  Doesn't that sound like the absolute truth?  From dust to dust / ashes to ashes?  I wonder if there are different ash piles?  Just kidding. Peter's sister Marge Jesberger from New England area called me and told me Peter had passed.  I didn't cry, but I got all giddy and weird. I don't know why.  I told her everything I could think of about Peter and our relationship.  Like she missed out knowing that part of him or something. I don't know.  I did cry later on.  Peter always printed all my mailing labels and my business magnet for my car as well as magnetic business cards  and so on.  He was just a swell person.  Annoying at times, but swell.  And I miss Peter Bell and his bad jokes and ADD and intelligent conversation.  Even though much of the time it was one-sided.  His!  I bet he is happy happy now.  He had to work too hard here on earth. 

The Cross in Our Bodies...........borrowed by Diane Ogden

I do not usually share political (unless its Sarah Palin jokes) or Religious issues.  But this one came to me from my mentor of 36 years, her brother and written by a medical doctor.  Makes a "body" wonder.  Is that a pun?  Whatever is was it was good! "Body Wonder." I used to have an uncle by marriage who would laugh hardily at himself right after he finished a bad joke.  Odd thing was he was the only one laughing.  I don't think I am like that. I have a friend who will SNOPES this immediately.   I will let you know if it's bogus but I don't think so. 

Subject: The cross in our bodies

This is a pretty neat story and an interesting thing that few of usknow. It's brief, so please read. (FROM A DOCTOR)

A couple of days ago I was running (I use that term very loosely) on my treadmill, watching a DVD sermon by Louie Giglio... And I was BLOWN AWAY! I want to share what I learned....

He (Louie) was talking about how inconceivably BIG our God is... How He spoke the universe into being.. How He breathes stars out of His mouth that are huge raging balls of fire.. Etc. Etc. Then He went on to speak of how this star-breathing, universe creating God ALSO knitted our human bodies together with amazing detail and wonder. At this point I am LOVING it (fascinating from a medical standpoint, you know.) .. And I was remembering how I was constantly amazed during medical school as I learned more and more about God's handiwork. I remember so many times thinking..'How can ANYONE deny that a Creator did all of this???'

Louie went on to talk about how we can trust that the God who created all this, also has the power to hold it all together when things seem to be falling apart...how our loving Creator is also our sustainer.

And then I lost my breath. And it wasn't because I was running my treadmill, either!!!

It was because he started talking about laminin. I knew about laminin.. Here is how Wikipedia describes them: 'Laminins are a family of proteins that are an integral part of the structural scaffolding of basement membranes in almost every animal tissue' You see.... Laminins are what hold us together... LITERALLY. They are cell adhesion molecules. They are what holds one cell of our bodies to the next cell. Without them, we would literally fall apart. And I knew all this already. But what I didn't know is what they LOOKED LIKE..

But now I do. And I have thought about it a thousand times since (already)....Here is what the structure of laminin looks like... AND THIS IS NOT a 'Christian portrayal' of it.... If you look up laminin in any scientific/medical piece of literature, this is what you will see....

 Now tell me that our God is not the coolest!!! Amazing. The glue that holds us together.... ALL of us..... Is in the shape of the cross. Immediately Colossians 1:15-17 comes to mind. He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. All things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him All things HOLD TOGETHER.' Colossians 1:15-17

Call me crazy. I just think that is very, very, very cool. Thousands of years before the world knew anything about laminin, Paul penned those words. And now we see that from a very LITERAL standpoint, we are held together... One cell to another.... By the cross.

You would never in a quadrillion years convince me that is anything other than the mark of a Creator who knew EXACTLY what laminin 'glue' would look like long before Adam breathed his first breath!!

What I found when I googled laminin !!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

This is cool - had to pass it on. I think we could all use a miracle. I know I certainly can!  (I am also believing for $90,000.00. Probably nothing to do with Laminin ya think?)  No this is from Rhonda Byrne. The Secret? I don't have any reason to need that particular amount of $90,000.00.  I just thought it was a good number for me.   And I hope this is a real live story.   Be safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and Get Rich like I am about to be!  You can eat better, think better, drive better, dress better, feel better, breath better, and drink better "stuff."  Chevis vs bar brand.  Just kidding, jeez.

 

Wisconsin Badger 5 .....................by Diane Ogden

So every week for several years I have purchased a Badger 5 blessed ticket with the same numbers each week.  4-12-13-21-22.   All my children's birth dates and mine, two being the same.  That being said I think I should knock this off and change it to the winning football team in the country.  Seriously people.  Winners are winners. Are my family winners?  They are normal folk but not touch downer's that get millions.  No offense kids....But hey I do numerology and I know...yet there is that lil measure of notsosurity.  You know?  Haven't you seen those folks win outathebluewho!  God told me once during a meditation that "Someone has to win!"  He also told me once during a meditation that he once knew a woman that prayed to win the lotto and she got overtime instead!!!"

That would be me.  Yet I have hope that one day I will hit it big.  I am DUE!  Do is a moving word...  Do it, Do it, Do it!  See its a word that expressed movement.  Well not necessarily positive movement but hey the lotto is never negative...the lotto is always positive HOPE.  That being said..... my $28 dollars a month is a good investment.  I have won many $1 and $2 and twice $50 dollars.   Whoopee eeww...  I am so afraid to stop buying the numbers I buy as the superstition overwhelms me.....
My Mother bought the same numbers for years and one week she did not and missed (SIT DOWN) $18,000.000.00 dollars.  I thought she was going to have a mental breakdown.  Not so sure I would blame her.  OMG...  But she has food so she's good.  Oh and a new car too.  And a farm and so on. 
So until I find something interesting and or humorous, be happy, be safe, be well, and get the heck rich so you can stop buying one lotto a week and move on.  Maybe a new SUV and help for the sad animals.  I tell you when you die you will see something... And what you will see is  That you can talk to the animals.  Go ahead call me crazy lady today, but that day you will "get it."  And no lotto will mean anything then. 
Nite.....

Feb 6, 2013

LOVE & DREAMS

All you need is LOVE and Dreams!

soon available on etsy

Ciao for now

Rita