TRAILER PARK TERRACE............by Diane Ogden

I noticed we Americans have a new reality show coming to once again grace our ways.  Cross our paths, honor our existence, bless our spirits, teach us how to live better, and so on.  Yup, it's called  Myrtle Beach Manor.  It is barely a step up or should I say down from Honey Boo Boo. Another representative of American redneck heritage all the way to the corporate banks
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After viewing the trailer for Myrtle Beach I was taking the dog out for a podie run.  Standing there in the gorgeous Wisco Sun (23 days to Spring) part of my brain speaks to the other part and says, "Humm, someone, no many, are cashing in on the trailer trash image.  And in case you didn't know it, there is another amazing show about Gypsy's who get married in outlandish gowns that look worse than what 7 year old girls put together from their dress up chests. Much worse not to mention the attitudes that match their verbiage. (reminds me of garbage) Of which I also have in the backyard of Ancestors.  See below Joe.

 Back to standing in the sun with various parts of my brain talking to other various parts of my brain saying:  "Hey Mama, you got yourself some trailer folk in the background!  Dig deep honey(boo boo and pull out some of that redneck family heritage trash and cash in!"  Its much easier to talk trash, act trash, and look like trash, than to play Orange County Wife Swap or whatever that is....

And maybe its more fun too.  Hey, Myrtle Beach is no more than a dramatic Dukes of Hazard show....  you know with Daisy Duke in her too short shorts and southern dumb drawl.  Not saying the southern drawl is dumb...unless Daisy is speakin' it.   And I could find me a shotgun somewhere along with an old Chevy or Ford pic up truck.  I could do it!  I could! But what if "it" rubbed off on me considering I have some of those roooots.

Do I want to?  The bank says yup....the brain says nope.  So until I hear, find, think, or see anything interesting or funny like my family above.  Be safe, Be well, Be Happy, and get rich so you don't have to fake being trailer trash to make big $.  Or maybe they are having the time of their lives playing trailer time on TV.  I think so.  P.S. the one in the hat is my Great Gma...  Second to left is my now 81 year old Mother.   The trailer belonged to my Grandmother (center bottom with her leg over some man's leg who I think is a direct descendant of the famous Judge Michael Torphy of Madison Wisco)
No seriously. 

Murder in the Boathouse.................by Diane Ogden

So this is not the dark scary boathouse I came in contact wiht earlier this year because I wouldn't want to use the real one. I had to change the names and place of incident to protect ME!  When I first encountered this home, I was taken on a tour of it's 4,000 sq. feet.  We got the the second basement family area, meaning this house has four levels and we were on the rock bottom level facing the lake.  I was sort of excited to open the door and check out the view which I did.  I opened the door and immediately shut the door on the dark dreary frightening boathouse I had just come face to face with.  Some say I am psychic and I am to a degree.....When I opened that door I sensed a murder had taken place in that boathouse and the spirit of the victim was still there. Or maybe it was a murderous spirit still there.  All I know is that spirit was frightening!!  I took the job offered to me which means I go to that home weekly and have never opened the door or blinds to that boathouse since that day.  And every worker/helper that has ever gone with me to that house tells me they do not feel comfortable there. (I never tell them about the spirit in the house)  The helper I have had for the past several months, and I, agree in prayer before we go into "The Lakehouse" every week and that has worked. We hold hands in agreement and tell the bad spirit it has to leave in Jesus name while we are in the home.  That it can come back when we leave and not before.This has worked for several months now... Until Today. I took my daughter with me to help out as the regular helper called in.  My daughter is extremely psychic and although I didn't tell her about the spirit......when we walked in to the house she told me she needed me to work with her as she didn't feel comfortable being alone in this house. I didnt ask any questions because I didnt want to hear what she might say.  And so per her request we worked together.  Then came time to go to the deepest basement area. Everything seemed to be going well until my daughter clearly and certainly said, "There is a murderous spirit around here!"  I was sitting on the steps and immediately felt cold as ice and smelled the distinct odor of sewer.  I knew it was the murderer.

I told my daughter to give me her hand and we agreed "it" had to leave in Jesus name.  It left within seconds as did the stink of sewer.  Bad spirits many times have a bad odor.  I thought my daughter was going to faint she was so scared and overtaken by the entire incident.  Cant say I was too happy about it.  I had worked for a long long time keeping that spirit away so we could work in peace.  Now I have to start over.  I had even called a prayer group in Oklahoma to help with this "one" way back when I first encountered "it" and now here we go again. 
So until next time I find something interesting or happy or funny.
Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and get rich but just remember spirits don't care about $....... So take authority over any bad air you sense around you.  That'll make your day better.

Prissy Pants Lady ............ by Diane Ogden

So I was not able to do my weekly grocery shopping last eve due to the fact I lost my car keys which also had my apt. and mailbox keys on it...as well as my clicker, meaning my clicker to lock the doors, panic button, trunk button blah blah blah.  So I went to the grocery store today, Monday as well as to the Buick dealership to purchase a new CHIP in key which cost $40.00. I ran into another lady today who told me her CHIP key cost her $600.00.  Robbery I say! Back to my point.  I go to a grocery store that is non corporate owned.....  not like Wal Mart yet those are the sorts of folks I sometimes see there especially during a full moon.  Today I didn't see weirdo's but I did see Prissy Pants...  I almost laughed out loud while in the meat department when I looked up and saw Prissy Pants. 
Size 0-2 slick tight pants they call leggings, boots, leather jacket, long blonde fifty year old locks, all good until I saw the "mug."  (face)  OMG....This woman had long hair she curled in thick spirals, blonde or course..... and the look on her face was unforgettable.  SMUG...Sneering...half "COCKED" smile, and the fellow walking next to her was OMG so proud of his trophy priss "cocked" smiling lady...  I almost threw up in the isle.  Well not really but p l e a s e...  She was about 50 something and he was younger and so proud of her.  She must do something besides curl those locks. (I didn't say cocklocks) And omg the struttttt..  her strutttt... you know the bounce in the step with the boots on thingy.  I thought I should forget where I was and who I was at that nano second.  Why?  Because it was so out of the ballpart bad. He followed her like a puppy dog.  Seriously.  But then this is life.  And he is happy and she is bouncing uppie downie...  and I am laughing my ass off  knowing they are in for a rough landing from this plane ride.  Hope it is worth it Babbs. 
It was definitely worth it for me.  The laugh alone was great except I was embarrassed for her.  The Blonde ya know?
Maybe I was "The Blonde" once or twice in my lifetime so I better s h u t u p...and let those people be
who they are. I have a refrigerator magnet that says to "Honor everyone else's path!" So I should let them enjoy each other until they figure out why we/they are all here which isn't to prissy pants through the grocery store smugly.  Ever notice that word?  S M - Ugly. 
So until tomorrow or the next day when I come across something/anything .....be happy, be safe, be well, and get rich so you can prance through the mall, the grocery store, the car wash, church, or even anywhere.  With a bit more class I do hope.  Laters...
p.s. I know the photo is Lady GaGa but it sort of represents the lady I saw today....totally but with boots on.

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

As you recall or don't recall, I missed Christmas due to the 2012 flu.  It lasted way too long almost to the end of December...   That being said, I just took my tree down.   Considering I was behind "Time," I missed Valentines Day also.  So here I am trying to make up for it.  Whenever I see a heart in an odd place I take a photo of it.  As in the Baby Swiss Cheese I brought in my lunch today....   And once at a clients I observed a precious little heart nature had placed in one of the oak pieces of their hard wood floors in the kitchen.  That would have solidified my decision to purchase that home also.

Another time, Grace and I were visiting a neighbor.  Grace wondered off into her bedroom where later upon walking into that room I saw it! OMG - She peed with love a heart right there in the carpet. Seriously!  I couldn't make this one up. 

So I am wishing everyone to find hearts like I do.  In Swiss Cheese, in hardwood lumber flooring, in dog urine.  Well what can I say except it is what it is. 

So until I find some more hearts in strange places....  be safe, be happy, be well, and well, money really cant help you find these kind of hearts...but it can help you find and help many hurting hearts.  "Laters...."

Naked Snow Angel...............by Diane Ogden

I was searching Google for a Snow Angel....you know one of the ones where a person lays down in the snow and does the leg and arm swish to make an Angel in the snow......  And this would be what popped up...  I couldn't help but laugh.  I cannot recall where this is from but I do recall reading his wife took the picture....   Hilarious and thanks whoever you are!
So until the next naked snow angel appears to me via google....be safe, be happy, be well, and get rich so you can buy some clothes and a snow blower Dude!  

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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