Are You an Uppie or an Undie...................by Julianna Rowe

Me, I'm an Uppie! Not a young and upcoming Entrepreneur, but an Uppie. Using Podie Paper (on) Inteneded End. That is putting toilet paper where it unrolls topside. Some people like it to unroll downside....nope, it gets lost that way. And it is just simply wrong! Have you ever needed IT and IT is not to be found. How does one lean, bend, and then have to sometimes turn sideways and then bend and turn again and IT is stuck on the backside...no not thy backside, ITS backside. At this point if you or I need to be to work or somewhere, you spin IT... Nothing....You spin IT again....nothing...IT is STUCK and so are you. What to do? Next time replace IT as an Uppie not an Undie. Undie's get STUCK don't they? All puns intended. Ever been walking and undie is stuck? Sure you have. Seeing people unstick the undie isn't good. Problem is? Your toilet paper, or tissue paper, lavoratory paper, podie paper, or corn cobs, Sears catalog, whatever one uses, IT sticks, makes you late, makes you mad, makes you stuck if you don't figure IT out. So, are you an uppie and an undie? Personally, which obviously I am not too personal or I wouldn't share so much! Hey I'm honest and open to a degree, but then to what degree is the question? Most folks don't discuss their bathroom issues. Why not, we all have them. They are normal. Well undie rollers aren't normal in my estimation or blog estimation anyway. Maybe they are Republicans, or Dems. Whom-ever you think is worse! I do wonder what the statistics would say? imustbedreaming.wordpress.com

Penny Loafers.............by Julianna Rowe

 Penny Loafers.....  

I was so excited to get my 1960's brown leather penny loafers to wear this fall with my cool jeans and flannel shirts.  

Sometimes it takes me more than once to learn a lesson as most of my friends can attest to considering my relationships of past which cost me way more than these VERY poor imitation of the photo I thought I was ordering. 

When searching GOOGLE for these priceless brown loafers I found a sight called Floralmoda.com.  What I did not learn was any sight that says USD ahead of the price....DO NOT BUY or even entertain the thought of it. 

Altogether my purchase was $50.00 of which I will never see again.  What I received gave me and my family a lot of laughs to say the least.  

The package came today and I was so excited.  I opened it in front of my son and his fiancé.  I screamed.  He laughed. And she said.

"Never buy anything with USD in front of the price."

I repeated that so you all get the lesson the first time.

They are rubber and sewn on a regular sewing machine.  

These are the poorest excuse of a shoe and they smell bad.  Like chemicals.  I suspect the pattern is cut out of a large piece of rubber or plastic before being sewn.  I can only hope I learn this and a couple other lessons before I check out from this planet.  I am so embarrassed.  And angry.  That is a lot of money.   Then we all laughed.

Fifty Shades of Illegal...............by Julianna Rowe

How the system of bad-good guys uses people who have made errors to further themselves.

They take people who have made mistakes and turn them into money making monkeys.  Scientifically at times.  Put them in corporate concentration camps called prisons.  Give them menial medical attention.  Let them die as in Oushwitz, Germany as in Hitler..  The Corp-orations are nothing more than gassing people in  these prisons.  Horrible people run these places.  And where horrible people are horrible things happen.  Where troubled people are, trouble happens.  There is no rehabilitation!!  Only agitation and humiliation and degradation. The Warden that gets the job is the one that saves the corp the most money. He is truly the loser but that wont show until the hereafter because there really is such a thing as KARMA you sons of bad mothers..... 

To right the wrong system is possible.  :Merely costs big bucks only corps have.  So they win each round.  You can try to sue them but JUDGES let the cases sit on their desks forever.  They laugh at the incarcerated.  They enjoy the medieval grandstands of killing and hate while they eat grapes and have sex with their women and drink wine.  We have not evolved from those times and as I see it never will.  We must use each other up the way we are! (As my Papa Joe always said)  Stay under the radar.....don't rock the boat of anyone more powerful that thyself....  Not so smart.  Seek the spiritual word is my only advice.  Don't type any key words Google can send to the government because they are doing just that, searching the key words..  I can type something in an email and the next day I get an email advertising of reference regarding it.  So I know they caught the key words. 

My point?   Prison system is horrid.  Avoid it like eboli virus or COVID19!  Nothing is worse then being in a cage and no one comes with the help you truly need.  UNLESS YOU HAVE  ENOUGH MONEY.....  Don't say sad.  Just get the damn money and make it happen.  Go with the flow of fifty shades of illegal.....  Turn it around like the movie story did.  Turn it around.  Thank You God for opening the bars for my son Daniel R. Hull.  He is as wise a man as Paul.  Well maybe not quite, but a good man with much to offer on the outside. 

I found this poem written by a Judge Dennis Chaleen. 

                               Prisoners

We want them to have self worth, so we destroy their self worth.

To be responsible, so we take away all responsibility

To be part of our community, so we isolate them from the community

To be positive and constructive, so we degrade them and make them useless

To be non violent, so we put them where there is violence all around

To be kind and loving people, so we subject them to hatred and cruelty

To quit being tough guys, so we put them where the tough guy is respected

To quit hanging around losers, so we put all the losers under one roof

To quit exploiting us, so we put them where they exploit each other

We want them to take control of their own lives own their own problems and quit being parasites, so we make them totally dependent on us

Death..............by Julianna Rowe

Death.  Is it the end or the new beginning?  I hope its like the story of the Dragonflies: Dragonfly nymphs live in the water while they grow and develop into dragonflies. This portion of the dragonfly life cycle can take up to four years to complete.  And when they have developed to a certain life phase they leave their water family and friends to fly away to another world. Their water family WONDERs where they went.   Just like we WONDER where our people go when they pass on in death. 

Today my friend died. That is her on the right. 

I feel bad for myself because she added some very special things to my life.  She taught me to keep giving love even though I had been hurt so badly.  She taught me to be gracefully still and watch for good to come forth.  She was gentle yet strong, carried herself with compassion, courage, and ease.  Everyone that met her loved her even though she told me she didn't understand why.  That her mother had taught her at an young age that she was unlovable.  Yet before she passed on she was shown by many in this life how much she was loved. 

She always thought of the other person first.  She had values yet strayed from them on occasion and we would laugh and discuss those times trying to make good from them.   She was honest. She was tenacious like I used to be. She taught me to get out of my self made cardboard box and live. To be brave. That it wasn't a coffin all nailed shut, rather a box I could step out of.  Yet she ended up the one in the coffin, not me.  She had integrity. She was intelligent and could shut down any discussion using her beliefs and her wise words. 

She loved her grandson to the moon.  Wanted to live just one more month to see him get his black belt.  She singlehandedly had gotten him that far.  She wanted to live for him.  He is only twelve.  

We grew up as neighbors me being six years her senior.  Our mothers were much alike as were our fathers.  She told me she always looked up to me.  The teenager with a horse who gave her a ride one day.  Said she never forgot it.  She gave me back way more than I ever gave her. in my mind anyway.  She never preached to me, rather she showed me by how she lived.  She was a flannel shirt and blue jeans lady but one of the most beautiful women inside and out I had ever known and I needed her and she is gone.  Selfish?  Maybe.  Its been a very long year in my life and she came into it in the middle of what most would say a learning time. I have to believe that or I might die of the pain it caused my soul and spirit.  I learned she was enduring the same pain and grief I was.  One day after she told me she had stage 4 pancreatic cancer I sent her this message. The one about Thelma and Louise.  We laughed like she was never going to die.  We prayed for her to live two more years but life only gave her two months.  

She was in love for the first time in her life.  They were making plans to be together but that never came to life. He may not have been my choice for her but he was her choice and I respected that.   We would talk about him for hours.  

There were other men that loved her just from seeing her photo and talking politics with her or any other subject.  She could hold the floor yet was tender like a man likes a woman to be.  She was not weak, no, I said tender.  Loving and caring and giving of herself.  Always giving. She rarely cried.   I cried all the time this past year.  She taught me not to cry anymore....To get out of the house and join the world again.  To work on retrieving the old me.  The happy lady who was giving and caring.  Yet she didn't belittle me for loving someone for many years that didn't love me like I felt  I should be. 

She told me she loved me.  And she did. And I loved her as the friend she had become in our later years.  We shared so many similar life issues.  

I didn't think she was finished with life.  But someone higher up said she was. 

I selfishly cry even though I believe she flies free. 

Song Associations ....... by Julianna Rowe

Obviously the photo is me wailing out some tune before bedtime!
As you all know or may not know...I live by associations.  When I go to a certain clients and their dog Benny greets me...that's it, its all over!  I start to sing immediately. "Benny and The Jets, bomb bomb ba bomb and so on!   

I sing "Old Cape Cod" and "I Was Waltzing with my Darling" and I wasn't even born yet at the time those songs were around.  

I am at another clients in her nautical room, and so begins, "Row Row Row Your Boat."  

If someone tells me they are sorry, I start..."I'm Sorry, So Sorry" by Connie Francis!  For hours!  Waltzing Mathilda is another one. 

One day my friend said someone was stupid!  That is all it took for me to start:  "Stupid Cupid, Stop Pickin' on Me!"  

The other day I put a James Blunt CD in and listened to it more than once.  Big mistake.  For two days, including middle of the night I sang, "Your Beautiful!" The medical name for that is "Ear Worms."  How disgusting. I sang to that woman James Blunt saw in crowd for two days and nights.  I did not want to sing to her for him or me.  I gave the CD away the next day. 

I met a guy who never stopped talking.  For days I sang. "You Talk to Much, You scare me half to death, you just talk talk talk to much, You talk about people that you dont know, You talk about people wherever you go!"

If I see a rainbow I'm off with Liza Minnelli's mother's (Judy Garland) "Over the Rainbow" and that one I don't do so well. 

If I hear on the news someone is to be executed  I start in with "Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley, poor boy your bound to die!"

And if anyone tells me they had a dream.  "Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream, make him the sweetest that I've ever seen, make his complexion like peaches and cream, and tell me that my lonely nights are over. Mr. Sandman, I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own, please turn on your magic dream! Guess that one is my fav. huh?  Clue: It was on the first album I ever rec'd for Christmas with my new Hi Fi Stereo at age 12. 

God forbid if anyone introduces me to anyone named Maria!  In fact I had a woman named Maria work for me for a long time and I sang, "Maria," from West Side Story over and over.  

Do I need meds?  Probably but then there are worse things than singing, aren't there?   I keep saying I am going to keep a list of all the songs I sing in one day and what prompts them, but then I don't do it.
I am amazed at the part of my brain that remembers all those songs.  Yet when the doctor gives me the THREE WORD TEST....I fail it miserably.  Hope its not time for brain dye!

(This is a re-post from 2011)

Garlic..........by Julianna Rowe

How can one little piece of something called GARLIC smell so bad like ass.  I hope my mother doesn't read this.  Or my kids.  Or my clients.  But hey... garlic after eaten, mixed with saliva or whatever body fluids it uses to digest, smells awful.
And the person that eats it, said person cant smell it!  I mean who cant smell ass if it's in the room?  You know unclean ass anyway.  Oh I shouldn't speak this way.  Why not?  It's the truth and we are not on censored TV.  Fact is I heard on Dr. Oz the other day that garlic is a natural antibiotic.  I am here to tell you I won't be sick for many a long time then.  My friends dog actually likes it even though I just found it he shouldn't. But then dogs likes dirty under ware too.  I told you what Garlic smells like you know what! On the other hand my two cats notsomuch.  They are staying far away from me and my breathing air in and out thingy. 
I can hear people screaming as they run away from the smell when I get the mail in the small entrance to my apartment complex.  Good things sometimes come in small smelly packages called GARLIC!  What else in this world do we eat that makes us smell so bad and comes out our pours and breath like garlic?  I wonder if I drank some baking soda if it would take it away. Or some lemon juice?  Or just go to bed and only eat it when I am alone and I've finished for the day. I think so.  There are always garlic pills but you cant spread those on your pork chop or burger.  I know I know, red meat issues.  But wont the garlic kill all those issues? Probably.  And do not go to a movie and sit anywhere after eating garlic because it happened to me once.  The man behind me must have eaten an entire clove because I almost threw up it was soooo bad.  Like I said, eat it only when  alone and home!  If married, both eat it at the same time is the solution.. It really does smell like ass. But then so do onions, beans and booze afterward.  What!   I can't fix it!  I live alone so I don't really care.  Just sayin'!  What's the Happy News? The darn stuff keeps you healthy but stinky.  So does poop.  Dr. Oz says Pooping is life. Same as getting born, having to die.  Eat food to live, then poop and stink.  It's all good.  It's life.  I remember when I was about 6 or 7 years old.  We would go to my Grandma's and Grandpa's over by the Arboretum....  They had no indoor rest room (I am trying to class up here toward the end :))
No rest room.....an outdoor toilet. While sitting on the hole (eeww I actually remember it vividly) I noticed a writing on the wall.  Written was:  "Some people come here to sit and think, others come here to shit and stink!"   Seriously, I swear, that is what I read as a 6-7 year old and have remembered it for many decades more along with the fact I had to use a Sears catalog page to wipe my garlic ass.   I didn't eat garlic then!  I shouldn't say ass.  I should say or type ars.  That is nicer. I will be nicer tomorrow. I had to type what came to my head tonight.  God forgive me.   We can all rise above the "crap" on earth. The garlics of life.  
photo from:  www.thestuckcreative.wordpress.com  And I do not know that guy!  

The Red Tailed Hawk (Came to me in a dream)..........................by Julianna Rowe

Red Tail Hawk....
I was kneeling on the lawn of my apartment complex holding a child.   My two grown sons were on top of one of the building units watching an unbelievable scene about to take place. 

Something drew me to look upward an that is when I found myself watching the most beautiful Leucistic Red Tail Hawk soaring downward toward me.  I should have been frightened but I was not.  The site of his huge bigger than life wingspan of brown and white feathers came closer and closer.  His feathers were so vivid my eyes knew he came from another world.

He landed directly before and aside me yet all through me.  I still wasn't frightened.  To this day years later I still see the intensity in his eyes as I write this memory.  He leaned his majestic white head toward me then touched the child's head with his.  I knew he had come forth with a healing.  I reached out and touched his neck.  I could feel his strength through the dense feathers.  He allowed me to stroke his neck with my fingers.  That is when I heard the boys holler down, 

 "Is that a Hawk?"  

I was afraid to shout back that it was for fear of disturbing our heavenly connection.  I did not respond to my sons, rather I loudly spoke one word.

 "Dad!"   

My intention as I recall now was to call my deceased Dad to come see this amazing creature.  Or was it me telling my sons it was my Dad who was sitting before me as "The Hawk".  I saw my mother in the background at another house being busy and not interested in "The Hawk."   My Dad never came after I called out his name.  That is because he was "The Hawk."  Allowed to come from the here-after to assist me at a difficult time. I know this without a shadow of a doubt.

 

Recently I had experienced some real life on earth problems with a few people.  My Dad was not pleased with all the naughty little inconsiderate attacking birds (people) around me.   I believe the child I was holding was myself.  (Who by the way disappeared after the Hawk touched her with his majestic healing strength) We all have a child within us no matter our age and apparently my little child needed a healing touch.  I must have had some childhood memories that were holding me back.

I believe in Animal Totems.  When I woke up from this vivid dream at 4:30 a.m. I fixed a cup of decaf with some added cocoa, pulled out my Animal Totem book by Ted Andrews and found the description of The Hawk Totem.  Simply put, it means if you encounter the same animal several times or in a dream such as mine, it usually means they are trying to tell you something.  Listen. 

Example:  From page 154 Ted Andrews/Animals Speak
Hawks are occasionally harassed and attacked by smaller birds.  This is very significant for those  who have a hawk as a totem.  It indicates that there are likely to be attacks by people who wont understand you or the varied and different uses  of your creative energy.  They may attack your ability to soar.

That is exactly what was happening to me in real life. 

The Hawk showing me his majestic soaring toward me was also described in the book. 
"Rising to a higher level can bring a rapid development of the psychic energies.  The red-tailed hawk helps us in balancing and using those senses appropriately.  It teaches the balance necessary to discover our true purpose in life.  The hawk is a catalyst, stimulating hope and new ideas."

 

To the Pueblo Indians, the red-tailed hawk was known as the red eagle.  Its feathers and energies were used in healing ceremonies and for bringing the rains and waters necessary for life.  To the Ojibwa, the red-tailed hawk represented leadership, deliberation, and foresight.  "Hawk is akin to Mercury, the messenger of the gods. Hawk medicine teaches you to be observant.  Life is sending you signals. The red-tail can spread its wings to a great width, (which I observed in the dream) and it can teach you to use your creative energies in the same way.  It can extend the vision of your life as it did mine.

 

The sky is the realm of he hawk.  Through its flight it communicates with humans and with the great creator spirit.  It awakens our vision and inspires us to a creative purpose.

 

When something comes from heaven there is no way to find a photo to represent it properly.  The strength isn't of an earthly nature.  The colors are not of an earthly nature.  I hope my description was enough to show my visitor was real.  Love you Dad, Thank you!

 

Top photo from Lois of Flickr.