Bath and Body Shower Glove Killer.... by Diane Ogden

I was shopping for cotton gloves yesterday and ran across some Body Benefits Bath and Shower gloves. I decided to buy them as winter in coming soon and exfoliating is a good idea so half your body isn't left on your socks and other clothing...eeww. As I was putting groceries away and toiletries I threw the gloves into the shower stall. Next day getting ready for a family birthday party, I turn on the shower, get in and see the gloves laying on the shower floor all wet. Humm, wonder how that will be trying to get wet gloves on. Actually that was not the hard part... the hard part is, they were wrapped, stapled, and sewed together like someone might try to steal just one. It was like opening and removing a Barbie Doll from its Super Max box at Christmas while taking a shower. Yes indeed. Actually I think a higher power was trying to stop me...if I could have heard any voices they would have said, "Stop, these are really "Killer Gloves" from Taiwan!! But no I never listen. I started scrubba dubbing when pain became present. I thought to myself, "What the hell?" Then I noticed more pain .... "These things should come in degree's of grit... like sandpaper. Did I buy the wrong grit?" As I continued, (I never know when to stop) I wouldn't have to shave under my arms, or legs! All moles were either damaged or disappeared... Then I decided to check Google when I got out of their without bloodshed to see if we were at war with this country that sent these Killer Gloves here. I also got a free pedicure and any varicose veins ran for hiding. There was no nail polish left on any of my extremities. My face looked like I'd been taking drugs for acne... the color of fire. Not what I intended for sure. I checked the label to see what the ingredients of the gloves were....nothin stated. I say bamboo shoots! O well, live and learn, it's a wonderful life, especially when you shop at Wal Mart..(which I try not to do) Only for doggie poddie pads! Sounds about right huh?

What a Wasted Life! by Diane Ogden

Last week was an unusually "shitty" week. Troubles were seeping out from under doorways, cracks in the cement, corners of the ceilings. Well maybe that's a bit a drama going on there, but it was somewhat extreme. Me, I need a day to get over even one incident so to gather my emotions properly but they were stacking up like hotcakes and they were hot indeed. Each with its own little and big issue. Might as well have been little pebbles inside each hot cake and when bitten into the sharp grind and blackened pain when a tooth hits an unsuspecting pebble with a force not contemplated...ouch! That was my week. So on Friday I said to whoever was lurking in the atmosphere of my world or home, "What a wasted life!" And to my shock and surprise, as I know it wasn't the dog or cat or even dead Grannie, well maybe her, a very strong, yet gentle voice delivered to me these words: "NO! Waste is feces, garbage...your life is not a waste! Get out of the garbage can, stay out of the toilet, you do not belong under doorways or up in the cobwebs in corners, or in the cracks of broken cement because you are not broken and you are not poop and you are not old garbage...get back on solid ground! Get up on the bridge and be only an observer of life's other side.. do not participate in such trash tales for then you become a part of them. That is what happened to you in such a short time. A stack of waste hit you and you participated. Your life is not a waste product, rather a glowing display of goodness and love and sharing and caring. You are an amazing Mother for anyone that allows you into their lives or homes."
Like I said I don't think it was the dog that spoke to my mind and heart. Nor was it Grannie this time...(I couldn't smell her.) So I figure it was the big guy not in the sky, but in my spirit firmly pulling me back to the flowers and beautiful blue sky. Or even back to the dirty carpet in my home and reality... I'll get it cleaned, hang on.....although the bathroom is due for a scrubbing. Too bad have a birthday party to go to today. Maybe tomorrow, I've had enough of "waste" for a while. I love my puns! One final little note here. Never say, "What a waste of time" either....for time is precious and a gift.

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Happy Birthday Cody Ogden....by Diane Ogden

The big 30! And you are on the road this week so you haven't even gotten your cards, video's, facebook doo da day's, etc. Sometimes birthdays are like any other day and then again some years are more special than others. I am very proud of the way you make each day a good day surrounding yourself with as much positive energy of life that you can. I am proud of you in every area of your life. Thanks for being born to me...or for choosing me to be your Mom. Love you forever. xxoo

Don't Waste Your Time.....by Diane Ogden

Don't waste your time responding to critics....

Sanballot and Geshem sent this message: "Come let us meet together..." But they were scheming to harm me, so I sent messengers to them with this reply. "I am carrying on a great project and cannot go down. Why should the work stop while I leave it and go down to you?"
Nehemiah 6:2-3

Today I was at a clients home and read this passage from his desk calendar. It is from "Life's Little Instructions from the Bible. H. Jackson Brown Jr. I thought it to be brilliant. (Duh it was from the Bible)

Today, before leaving for work, someone called me and stuck a verbal knife into my life mind. I tried all the way to work to shake it off. I tried the advice of a friend who says to shake it off like a wet dog shakes off excess water. That nor was anything else working. The knife continually wedging away at the cells of my mind as it was anger not hurt. An hour of so passed and then I saw the reading for September 22nd on my clients desk and it was like it was put there for me indeed. Why should I stop and leave my life, my wonderful beating heart, my genuine caring and perfect job TO GO DOWN TO YOU! What a heck of a messenger I had today. I suspect "it" had wings, along with a job detail from above. The knife disappeared with all its hate as quickly as it had come. And with it went all the evil destruction it caused.
Reminded me of Jr. High, H.S., and even on out (girls) .....how some people treat others!

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The Funny Farm .... by Diane Ogden

Oh naughty me...calling slash naming the old homestead "the funny farm" may not be nice huh?

But it is true. Mother has gotten to the place of talking to herself continually. Scares the hell out of me. That could be good. Every time I catch myself talking to myself I STOP! Big red stop sign... even tho I rather enjoy having someone to talk to when living alone. doi. Well anyway I went there today AGAIN.... self abuse ..... but today was better than usual...I came out with some goods of food. Clean unsprayed apples, tomatoes, carrots, pears, forgot the green beans....all from the funny farm. The place I was raised. The place.........never mind. Do the tomatoes make up for it? Nope. But it is what it is. And time passes, sometimes passes us by and then we die. Lighten Up....aint nothin goin on at the cemetery...not even anything bad ....ha

I Made Today Paradise....NOT! Diane Ogden

Every morning I get up, make my coffee, half decaf, half "real punch," and I don't mean red with fake fruit. Then I turn on my computer and check my emails in hopes someone, anyone, has sent me something, anything. Hey, it's all I've got. Not really.....but it is unfortunately what I look forward to each morning. My face book friends are playing Farm and gambling games and so on....sending each other roses and hugs and farm animals and just plain dumbass things. OK so they arent dumb, I could be slightly envious because they are all retired and I am still working hard every day. But I still check to see if I received any dumbass things. And then I check my mentors blog to see what inspirational wisdom she has for me and all the rest of the world. She is good! Today was, wait I forgot, I have to go check. Seriously. Hey not that it wasn't a wonderful message, just my brain screaming for a cat scanner and dye. Erase that bad thought. http://dearonelovegod.blogspot.com/ Be right back...OK it says.... "Make Today Paradise"...that was the name of it, I knew that. She went on to say its a new day, new ideas, new thoughts, new energy, new cells in your body, new successes, new prosperity (I could use new shoes, a car)....CASH FLOW COMING IN! Well prosperity also means other good things but for me CASH FLOW COMING IN! She said, "Let the old be old and stay in the past." I'm old, maybe that is why I stay in the past too much as my blog professes continually." I have some big old stuff from my old past that I need to speak on... which only means I will turn the old past lemons into new blog energy. I could start with the time in 19 doo day day year, when a drifter stopped by our home and held me captive as an infant until he was prepared a good meal. Then he gave me back and moved on. Story of my life! (By the way that picture is not the drifter that came across the field in the late night and held me captive, duh. No I found it online) More stories to come.... AND...keep thinking happy every day, even if someone runs over your mailbox!
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Where Do I Belong? by Diane Ogden

Some say bloom where you are planted. Sure fine, OK, S H U T U P! I can do that bloom thing and I have by the by,

but.... I have always dreamed of living in New England most of my life...never been there. Odd huh? And no its not the Kennedy Royalty wannaby deal! Must be a yearning from one of my past lives. Really. Ever since I saw the movie "Baby Boom" with Diane Keaton.... I even have all her lines memorized if I ever get stopped by a policeman....yup I do. I cant remember a few minutes ago, but I got those lines down! She left the fast life, bought a beautiful Yellow (my fav house color) colonial with a pond and apple trees all about it. The small town nearby was totally Victorian. Right down to the ice skaters on pond and of course at Christmas time... She and the local veterinarian fell in love and married.. Of course, of course, a horse is a horse! Oh, and the best part is she had so many apples she didn't know what to do so she made organic baby applesauce and made millions of money's! Moral of this story is, Do not move to New England without a huge stash of money....organic applesauce is an old re-run these days. Dream on about this one!

Another lifelong dream was to move back to Austin, Texas where I have the happiest memories. Seven years of my life were lived in Austin. I have memories of great friends as well as it's a beautiful city. Sometimes I think about Benny....God I wonder what ever became of Benny? I don't know his last name. He was an usher at the Orpheum theatre downtown and it was love at first Jr. High site. We went to see South Pacific together and necked in the balcony. He could pull strings and get us up there alone! I don't neck in exotic royal balconies anymore, but if I do I will make sure I write down the last name for future blogs....back to..... The majestic red velvet covered divider ropes that always swooped down and hooked to the next elegant post...then the next and the next. Those were to either keep people out or keep them in line.. Reminds me of Tara, the plantation home of Rhett Butler and Scarlet OHara.... back to....."I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair, I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair, and send him on his way! The words to one of the songs in South Pacific.... I have let the dream of Austin go, as there is no one I know there...and none of my children there. Anyways I cant remember Benny's last name so whats the use? But as you see in the photo, The Orpheum is something to remember. But then so was Benny!

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I need many more youthful years to finish my wanton life living area destinations... Tuscon is someplace I would like to live for a few years. I could visit my oldest son who resides in a Federal Penitentiary there. No one visits him ever. He cannot have any emotions for that is weakness and he would be harmed if any of the inmates saw such. A once a week visit would be wonderful. For any Mother and son. Well most anyway.

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Now my biggest dream or desire is to move to L.A. Well somewhere outside L.A. in a small suburb. I have thought of searching out a well paid Nanny position but I cant swim and not sure I can keep up with little ones anymore. I could sell PrePaid Legal policies. I could start another Green Cleaning business. My two sons live there. Just to have a Sunday dinner with them once a week or so would be "marvelous martha." I might even head down to Universal and be an extra in some movie. Just for kicks! Hey I can look just like Ruth Buzzi if I try hard and carry a cloth bag. Not sure there is any call for Ruth Buzzi look a likes. ha.

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I have a son here but he doesn't come to visit, nor does he call. I have Grandchildren here but they don't come to visit and rarely ever call. It would seem to my mind, and my mind is very big indeed with many thoughts and much wisdom also....(back to my point.) It would seem to me by all things seen and unseen, that I do not belong here. Since the day I moved to Wisconsin, August, 1987, it has been one horrible struggle with no let up. Facts are facts.....One disaster after another. And I mean disasters. Some said I was cursed but that's silly isn't it? Before I moved here I was successful, happy, and much kinder, why "hell" I lived in the Bible belt! Not conservative Wisconsin and in a liberal College town! So whoever said Bloom where you are planted, can stick it up their ....... NOSE! There are different soils for different plants .... they also need food and water. Manna some call it.... Something to keep them going. Just like a car needs gas and oil.... or it dies.

ME......

I need money and a moving van! I wouldn't even look back. Nor would I ever move back!!

The plate on that little bug says L A WOMN

Mine in reality says ALSWELL....hummm. Told you I tried!