tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81599753996778817912024-03-07T04:27:55.441-05:00Musicman 461 🎶Here are some photos, paintings, and music, that have caught my eyes and ears. You will find my taste in music to be eclectic at the very least but I hope you enjoy. You'll never know what I might choose to post.Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-68954239955477581872024-01-14T00:37:00.004-05:002024-01-14T00:37:50.706-05:00GBE #20 "LIFE" or "What one small thing could've changed your life forever?"<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGrv8SNLW_PbpuLLsOw4i5lqtKYLYzYkaTk0g3rvfM_FK_Fhs3y5xgiY2iYGAaLpSJXuVxiDv_uky3Sqx482n8vEHyguvMTA0xW7ah5yTYoJ66zlJ5AmBBNx8hF3LN91wpqLHRupZ7OTzlALo_gdb_-H5BkdikLgwSCjkXE_a7rI4bP5lqHQRDLnz4ktt/s600/eb65d074c64f4ab3fa0ebeaedc6ed655.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGrv8SNLW_PbpuLLsOw4i5lqtKYLYzYkaTk0g3rvfM_FK_Fhs3y5xgiY2iYGAaLpSJXuVxiDv_uky3Sqx482n8vEHyguvMTA0xW7ah5yTYoJ66zlJ5AmBBNx8hF3LN91wpqLHRupZ7OTzlALo_gdb_-H5BkdikLgwSCjkXE_a7rI4bP5lqHQRDLnz4ktt/s320/eb65d074c64f4ab3fa0ebeaedc6ed655.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I have never lived my life as a woulda, coulda, shoulda guy, but when I read the prompt it got me thinking.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">What would my life have been like had I never gotten on that tetherball pole? A little backstory...</span></h2><h2 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Have you ever
rocked back and forth on one of these poles? In
the 7th grade, M and I were messing around during recess. M jumped off and I got a lesson in balance. I
met the pole, or rather my forehead did. Lots of blood. It was about 6
months later when I had my first seizure.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">After
a battery of
tests, the doctor asked my mom if I'd ever been hit on my forehead. She
relayed how when I was 3, I'd been running through the house and had
slipped and fallen into the corner of the dresser, requiring stitches.
Then when I was about 6, I jumped off the fountain at the mall and
landed on the same spot. Damn, I was an idiot. <br /></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">According to my EEG's, in that exact spot the tests picked up electrical surges that showed the location of what was causing my Gran Mal seizures. The last hit had "damaged" my brain.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I
was 14 and it took until I was close to 18 (1979) before I found that perfect
"cocktail" of meds. I had 1 seizure in 1988, when my doctor noticed my blood tests showed one of my drugs as toxic and she cut it back. In 3 weeks I had a seizure and afterward went back to my normal dosage. Even though I went back to the same dosage, my blood work was normal the next time. As my doctor said, she should have listened to my body. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I have been
seizure-free since then, which is something I'm damn proud of!</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I
did change my lifestyle. I have never had alcohol or any hard drugs. In college I tried pot, but it did nothing for me. When I was in middle and high school, I did not go
to parties or dates out of fear someone would have a twisted sense of
humor and spike my drink. I withdrew into my books and music. I also became routine oriented
(something that would drive my friends that didn't know about my condition nuts), because keeping a routine is needed in my life. Plus not having my drivers permit in high school always brought up questions.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I'm
lucky. From the outside, people cannot tell I have epilepsy. Most
people think I'm a pothead, due to my meds which are both barbiturates. I'm frequently asked "Where do you get your stuff?". </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">lol. </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I try not to think about it that much. I have a good life. 😉 </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">But what if? 🤔 <br /></span></h2><div><div class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-78044869020829219782023-12-12T00:45:00.003-05:002023-12-12T00:45:36.660-05:00GBE #17 What Is the Musical Backdrop to My Life<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBo44k3k-hkbtaltnS6_2L_09OidL4Xn1xvG2P5onZknCw9jYaC4y7sNoGdAoqXMYZTLBwhuNdRK4GvQO78b8CsPzdzVfVBddMpuVUDJgG4q6yq4XEKXGR5llBBCQy5xyZqstCQ-AbmXxwb1TIl0-y3DLShVlGR2vhu38VZG9jbRD3gYN3pS8Jim9iDcb/s800/Without-Music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="800" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBo44k3k-hkbtaltnS6_2L_09OidL4Xn1xvG2P5onZknCw9jYaC4y7sNoGdAoqXMYZTLBwhuNdRK4GvQO78b8CsPzdzVfVBddMpuVUDJgG4q6yq4XEKXGR5llBBCQy5xyZqstCQ-AbmXxwb1TIl0-y3DLShVlGR2vhu38VZG9jbRD3gYN3pS8Jim9iDcb/w400-h245/Without-Music.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>That is my life. Without music in it, my life would "b flat"</b></p><p> </p><p>I grew up an only child whose mom loved music and introduced me to all kinds. I was a member of the Singing Boys of Orlando (performed at Disney World between 5 and 6 times), was a member of the school band, and for a year toyed with a drum kit in a band. That went no where, but my love of music was deeply ingrained in me. I would never expect how much I'd need it when my parents got their divorce right after I graduated from High School.</p><p> <br /></p><p>That was in 1980 and I was working the night shift. We all liked rock and one evening a radio show commemorating the 10th anniversary of the death of Jimi Hendrix was on. I had never heard of him and I promptly went out the next day and purchased the <b><i>Essential Jimi Hendrix, Volumes 1 & 2</i>. </b>I thought there were no other albums. I ended up collecting over 60+ records of <u>just</u> Jimi's because I went down a rabbit hole. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cJunCsrhJjg" width="320" youtube-src-id="cJunCsrhJjg"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Jimi's music provided me with escape and dare I say... healing? That is what Hendrix dreamed and wanted his music to do. So in the 80's and 90's, I was listening to current music but I also was listening to late 60's/early 70's.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Music is always on at my home/office. Even when I sleep it is playing. I currently listen to pop, blues, jazz, R&B, funk, country, classical and metal. In my opinion, classical and metal are closer than many want to admit. Example: Metallica's S&M. The Call of Ktulu is a symphony by itself. With the orchestra, it's a masterpiece.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZwJHWHfoQSc" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZwJHWHfoQSc"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>Without my music I feel lost. I love coming across new and obscure bands. I came across X Japan on YouTube. The band's backstory is very interesting. Gene Simmons said if they had been in the US or Europe, they would have been a huge act. Sadly, the guitarist with pink hair died a short time after this concert in the 90's. The band reformed and he is still considered an active band member, <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8ArAnXLbFck" width="320" youtube-src-id="8ArAnXLbFck"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> Recently I discovered The Warning and Larkin Poe. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Both of them are sister acts.<br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/T8bQhlD_OI8" width="320" youtube-src-id="T8bQhlD_OI8"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Fod0SRamsEw" width="320" youtube-src-id="Fod0SRamsEw"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">The two groups which got me into metal - White Zombie/Rob Zombie and Metallica. See videos below </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yPNFVj-pISU" width="320" youtube-src-id="yPNFVj-pISU"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BDJiIUNUbAo" width="320" youtube-src-id="BDJiIUNUbAo"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-89901490869175022122023-09-17T00:47:00.000-04:002023-09-17T00:47:27.054-04:00GBE Reincarnated, Topic #5: BEAUTY<p>This weeks subject is Beauty. </p><p>Merriam-Webster's defines Beauty as: </p><p>1 : the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to
the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>a woman of great physical beauty </li><li>exploring the natural beauty of the island </li><li>A thing of beauty is a joy forever. John Keats </li></ul><p> 2 : a beautiful person or thing </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>His new
car's a real beauty. </li><li>especially : a beautiful woman </li><li>She was a great beauty in
her day. </li></ul><p>3 : a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Well, at
any rate, he had two great beauties—the pale flat white of his skin and his
great shaggy mass of dark hair.— Dorothy C. Fisher </li></ul><p>4 : a brilliant, extreme, or
egregious example or instance </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>caught a couple of beauties on our last fishing
trip </li><li>that mistake was a beauty </li></ul><p><b><i><u><span style="color: red;">In my opinion, beauty is not on the outside, but inner beauty is what I find most attractive. </span></u></i></b></p><p> And now some pics and quotes on Beauty...</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuHj3IcpRW9e01V5k1j6MCIKk23-KJLJ79GO8d6eVFrpxJ1gCs88xyKEL_ujpYUfKi-QS--KYz6eysdVIRJ_aM_9hrdY99U2c4cjLEonR_3ewr7QA5t2WDGHJ1S1FMSsKOaDDHoXKXFdboRaBDk6w5oJKqSTWNCkXfzyL3lHpDkO0OPAlFoTtalrg9ioO/s446/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-17%20at%2012.22.26%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="435" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuHj3IcpRW9e01V5k1j6MCIKk23-KJLJ79GO8d6eVFrpxJ1gCs88xyKEL_ujpYUfKi-QS--KYz6eysdVIRJ_aM_9hrdY99U2c4cjLEonR_3ewr7QA5t2WDGHJ1S1FMSsKOaDDHoXKXFdboRaBDk6w5oJKqSTWNCkXfzyL3lHpDkO0OPAlFoTtalrg9ioO/w624-h640/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-17%20at%2012.22.26%20AM.png" width="624" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The prompt was "WHAT WAS YOUR MOTIVATION IN JOINING THE GROUP, AND WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO GET OUT OF IT?"<br><br>
It all goes back to a few days before Friday, July 4, 2008 and my first blog for the GBE - Independence - GBE 44.<br><br>
I had been an avid reader of the blogs and I sometimes commented on certain ones, OKAY... so I was a lurker. lol.<br><br>
A couple of bloggers both gently urged me to join in; to go ahead and blog.<br><br>
I was SOOOO nervous hitting that POST button, but it was worth it. I had hoped to find a sense of community and I did. I met so many people in GBE #1 that I continued to have friendships with after the mass migration.<br><br>
As for my motivations, I have lost touch with them.
<i>C'est la vie.<br>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-26011640593430110402023-08-26T18:23:00.000-04:002023-08-26T18:23:52.649-04:00Letter to my Younger Self<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLTKM__O_-Gn9cmnXofG-pWB2lnCLwvbK6ntCdtyl84jhmGWEL-IY7QWCe2-b0PtHZzcGbSr8g65CMSZekofEVomDV4WaGjesS_mwJTOStoE7Wxyt6Ake0OYXnw6Ytm2TyN6NAQPE2Ob7PQEiqrETjTl7UETuDGAz5ZrmGk_s8-AQW5A5Vfpo4nF3pGtQ/s449/Screen%20Shot%202023-08-26%20at%204.53.30%20PM.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLTKM__O_-Gn9cmnXofG-pWB2lnCLwvbK6ntCdtyl84jhmGWEL-IY7QWCe2-b0PtHZzcGbSr8g65CMSZekofEVomDV4WaGjesS_mwJTOStoE7Wxyt6Ake0OYXnw6Ytm2TyN6NAQPE2Ob7PQEiqrETjTl7UETuDGAz5ZrmGk_s8-AQW5A5Vfpo4nF3pGtQ/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-08-26%20at%204.53.30%20PM.png"/></a></div>
Me at 16; I lost my 7th grade yearbook to a waterbreak.<br><br><br><br>
Hello younger me.<br><br>
Just a heads up... Life is not going to go the way you have planned. You are a planner by nature, and you will only become more of one as you age. Here are some things that I would have liked to have known going into 7th grade. Below are suggestions for just the next 3 years (7th - 9th grades):<br><br>
<ul>1) First off, enjoy your time in middle school. Thank goodness you don't have social media to follow you home. Home is going to become your refuge.<br><br>
2) In elementary, you were happy go lucky but the world is a cruel place. (Shocker, I know!!!) 7th and 8th grades are going to be hell for you. You are going to be bullied.<br><br>
3) Don't go crushin' on CD. She is out of your league and when you ask her out, don't be surprised when she laughs.<br><br>
4) Do NOT rock on the tetherball pole with MH. When he jumps off, you will get hit on your forehead. That one event will forever change your life and how you live it.<br><br>
5) Ages 14, 15, & 16 are going to be the most difficult ones for you. When it comes time for 10th grade you have found yourself. You will become a bridge between "cliques", being welcomed into the brains, the jocks, the band, and the stoners. But events are going to happen in the latter years of HS that will forever change the way you live your life.<br><br>
<b>But you <i>will</i> survive.</b><br><br>
Oh... btw... keep the thought of trade school in the back of your mind. College is not for everyone.
Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-10272083595961310752023-08-20T22:18:00.000-04:002023-08-20T22:21:02.881-04:00Larkin Poe - A Band Worth a ListenA package deal since 1991 🖤🖤<br>
📷 Bogdan Popa #larkinpoe<p><p>
I just love how this photo captures Rebecca and Megan Lovell's musical partnership. Not only sisters, but great bandmates as well.
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Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-49649202729029271642023-08-18T23:03:00.003-04:002023-08-18T23:36:07.970-04:00GBE #2 - TIMEI saw the prompt and immediatley thought of 2 songs.<p><p>
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The lyrics:<p><p><p>
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day<br>
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way<br>
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown<br>
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way<p><p>
Tired of lying in the sunshine<br>
Staying home to watch the rain<br>
And you are young and life is long<br>
And there is time to kill today<p><p>
And then one day you find<br>
Ten years have got behind you<br>
No one told you when to run<br>
You missed the starting gun<p><p>
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun<br>
But it's sinking<br>
Racing around to come up behind you again<br>
The sun is the same in a relative way<br>
But you're older<br>
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death<p><p>
Every year is getting shorter<br>
Never seem to find the time<br>
Plans that either come to naught<br>
Or half a page of scribbled lines<p><p>
Hanging on in quiet desperation<br>
Is the English way<br>
The time is gone, the song is over<br>
Thought I'd something more to say<p><p>
Home, home again<p><p>
I like to be here when I can<p><p>
When I come home cold and tired<br>
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire<p><p>
Far away, across the field<br>
The tolling of the iron bell<br>
Calls the faithful to their knees<br>
To hear the softly spoken magic spells<p><p>
Source: Musixmatch<br>
Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Richard William Wright / Niclas Brekley Mason / George Roger Waters<br>
Time lyrics © Roger Waters Music Overseas Ltd, Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd<p><p>
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The lyrics:<p><p><p>
She was staring out the window of that SUV<br>
Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn eighteen"<br>
She said "I'll make my own money and I'll make my own rules"<br>
Mama put the car in park out there in front of the school<br>
And she kissed her head and said, "I was just like you"<p><p>
You're gonna miss this<br>
You're gonna want this back<br>
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast<br>
These are some good times<br>
So take a good look around<br>
You may not know it now<br>
But you're gonna miss this<P><P>
Before she knows it she's a brand new bride<br>
In her one bedroom apartment and her daddy stops by<br>
He tells her, "It's a nice place"<br>
She says, "It'll do for now"<br>
Starts talkin' about babies and buyin' a house<br>
Daddy shakes his head and says, "Baby, just slow down, 'cause"<P><P>
You're gonna miss this<br>
You're gonna want this back<br>
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast<br>
These are some good times<br>
So take a good look around<br>
You may not know it now<br>
But you're gonna miss this<P><P>
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater<br>
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'<br>
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'<br>
And she keeps apologizin'<br>
He says, "They don't bother me<br>
I've got two babies of my own<br>
One's thirty-six, one's twenty-three<br>
Huh, it's hard to believe, but"<P><P>
You're gonna miss this<br>
You're gonna want this back<br>
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast<br>
These are some good times<br>
So take a good look around<br>
You may not know it now<br>
But you're gonna miss this<P><P>
You're gonna' miss this<br>
Yeah<br>
You're gonna' miss this<P><P>
Source: LyricFind<br>
Songwriters: Ashley Gorley / Lee Miller<br>
You're Gonna Miss This lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc<P><P>
Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-71669748705591350002023-08-09T16:57:00.000-04:002023-08-09T16:57:33.297-04:00The Way Love is Suppoosed to Be<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QKgouROBZW5BNQ7iH4mRN-ZRjL00zoGS0ybJjxn2Tz6JzbCiFgXMy_BEtPIkwU7iYRewaT8nmVlfDoNTQ3iIB45hNXABZ725qcj-OcBvm-LqfzkhoBtimxvvpPRkUpuhC7-8ih4vbxTTRww8C6Db6wcsBx61ccHLbZRcdZ110IugGMNniuaKRmCYF6c-/s565/365108612_1474350459996915_550572690399968603_n.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QKgouROBZW5BNQ7iH4mRN-ZRjL00zoGS0ybJjxn2Tz6JzbCiFgXMy_BEtPIkwU7iYRewaT8nmVlfDoNTQ3iIB45hNXABZ725qcj-OcBvm-LqfzkhoBtimxvvpPRkUpuhC7-8ih4vbxTTRww8C6Db6wcsBx61ccHLbZRcdZ110IugGMNniuaKRmCYF6c-/s600/365108612_1474350459996915_550572690399968603_n.jpg"/></a></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-4839428790553130562023-08-06T19:07:00.000-04:002023-08-06T19:07:49.766-04:00Thank you Elizabeth and Tai for getting me back into the new reincarnation of the GBE. And thank you Alicia for organizing it. I hope that you will have themes like in the past. When I first joined the GBE back on MySpace, I was a "lurker"... meaning I read the blogs and sometimes commented on them. It was with the push of two people (Katy and Chickee) that I began to blog. Too bad that I have totally lost touch with both of them.<P><P>
Wow... It has been 7 years since I have blogged??? 🤦🏻♂️ Unbelievable! A lot has happened in those seven years. Good and bad: I lost my mom to cancer in 2019 and 2 years later I was offerred my old job back; no more self-employment. 😃 Truth be told though, I'd rather still have my mom and be hustling to find work.<P><P>
When MySpace was imploding, I transferred all of my blogs to this site. I used a lot of photos and Photobucket has watermarked a majority of the pics that I used.<P><P>
Now a little music. <P><P>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wow... has it really been over a year since I blogged? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hard to believe... </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I would be asked why I wasn't blogging like I did with the GBE, especially GBE #1, the reason I gave was that I was too busy with work. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(Which was true). </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can't say that anymore, although it seems I'm busier. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This time though it's trying to FIND work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I want to send this Mother's Day Card message out to all of the ladies out there to wish them a <i>Happy Mother's Day!</i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not just those <b>just</b> on my friend list, but to <b>ALL</b> who read this. I know that there are some who might not have children of their
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Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-36842952772833548862013-11-10T15:46:00.000-05:002013-11-10T16:00:36.316-05:00Goodbye, Blockbusters.<i><span style="font-size: large;">Remember this twitter post...</span></i><br />
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To our employees, we have received many stories about how you helped make the BLOCKBUSTER experience so special. <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23BlockbusterMemories&src=hash">#BlockbusterMemories</a><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Well, an era has ended. As most of you know, Blockbusters has closed and has stopped renting. I know a majority of you out there now digitally stream movies online or use on-demand services. There are some of you who use Redbox. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">To me, both Redbox and online is a cold way to get movies. I like getting DVDs the old-fashioned way. I like to touch, read the cases, ask an employee's or fellow customer's opinion, and actually stumble across movies I wouldn't have searched for if searching online. You know… serendipity! Call me retro, old-fashioned, whatever… </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I started going ten+ years ago and Blockbusters became a habit I never got out of. Of the three stores I rented from over that time, each would greet me by name. They knew my likes and my dislikes and the staff would suggest films I had never heard of and would never had rented if not for them mentioning them. Sometimes they would put a new DVD (it was VHS at the start) behind the counter for me. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, Blockbusters was my Cheers. Thanks guys, for the memories and a BIG thank you to all of the people that helped me over the years. (Relevance of twitter post) :))</span></b>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-31868550292488009832012-11-18T22:21:00.000-05:002012-11-18T22:21:02.881-05:00The Death of Common Sense | Lori Borgman | Sunday, March 15, 1998<span><div>
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<strong>Three yards of black fabric enshroud my computer
terminal. I am mourning the passing of an old friend by the name of
Common Sense. His obituary reads as follows: Common Sense, aka
C.S., lived a long life, but died from heart failure at the brink
of the millennium. No one really knows how old he was, his birth
records were long ago entangled in miles and miles of bureaucratic
red tape. Known affectionately to close friends as Horse Sense and
Sound Thinking, he selflessly devoted himself to a life of service
in homes, schools, hospitals and offices, helping folks get jobs
done without a lot of fanfare, whooping and hollering.</strong><br />
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<strong>Rules and regulations and petty, frivolous lawsuits held
no power over C.S. A most reliable sage, he was credited with
cultivating the ability to know when to come in out of the rain,
the discovery that the early bird gets the worm and how to take the
bitter with the sweet.</strong><br />
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<strong>C.S. also developed sound financial policies (don't
spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adult
is in charge, not the kid) and prudent dietary plans (offset eggs
and bacon with a little fiber and orange juice).</strong><br />
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<strong>A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great
Depression, the Technological Revolution and the Smoking Crusades,
C.S. survived sundry cultural and educational trends including disco,
the men's movement, body piercing, whole language and new math.
C.S.'s health began declining in the late 1960s when he became infected
with the If-It-Feels-Good, Do-It virus.</strong><br />
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<strong>In the following decades, his waning strength proved no
match for the ravages of overbearing federal and state rules and
regulations and an oppressive tax code. C.S. was sapped of strength
and the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband,
criminals received better treatment than victims and judges stuck
their noses in everything from Boy Scouts to professional baseball
and golf.</strong><br />
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<strong>His deterioration accelerated as schools implemented
zero-tolerance policies. Reports of 6-year-old boys charged with
sexual harassment for kissing classmates, a teen suspended for taking
a swig of Scope mouthwash after lunch, girls suspended for possessing
Midol and an honor student expelled for having a table knife in
her school lunch were more than his heart could endure.</strong><br />
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<strong>As the end neared, doctors say C.S. drifted in and out
of logic but was kept informed of developments regarding
regulations on low-flow toilets and mandatory air bags. Finally,
upon hearing about a government plan to ban inhalers from 14 million
asthmatics due to a trace of a pollutant that may be harmful to
the environment, C.S. breathed his last.</strong><br />
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<strong>Services will be at Whispering Pines Cemetery. C.S. was
preceded in death by his wife, Discretion; one daughter,
Responsibility; and one son, Reason. He is survived by two
step-brothers, Half-Wit and Dim-Wit.</strong><br />
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<strong>Memorial Contributions may be sent to the Institute for Rational Thought. Farewell, Common Sense. May you rest in peace.</strong></div>
</span>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-79272509565640589242012-07-08T11:40:00.001-04:002012-07-08T11:40:30.947-04:00WEEK #59 (7-1-12 to 7-7-12): The Seven Deadlies: I chose Pride<div align="center">
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and pride are different things, though the words are often used
synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates
more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others
think of us.”<br />~ Jane Austen </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /><br />“Let your actions always speak for you, but be forever on guard against<br />the terrible traps of false pride and conceit that can halt your<br />progress. The next time you are tempted to boast, just place your fist<br />in a full pail of water, and when you remove it, the hole remaining<br />will give you a correct measure of your importance.” ~ Og Mandino<br /><br /><br /><br />“What
good is social class and status? Truthfulness is measured within. Pride
in one's status is like poison - holding it in your hand and eating it,
you shall die.”<br />~ Sri Guru Granth Sahib<br /><br /><br />“The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance.” ~ Samuel Butler<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=Choking2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/Choking2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />“No one ever choked to death swallowing his pride”<br /><br /><br /><br />“Temper gets you into trouble. Pride keeps you there.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Pride comes before a fall” ~ Proverb<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=suffering_angel.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/suffering_angel.gif" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.” ~ Saint Augustine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br />“In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.” ~ John Ruskin<br /><br /><br /><br />“Pride makes us artificial and humility makes us real” ~ Thomas Merton<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=killingjoke.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/killingjoke.gif" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />“And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br /><br /><br />“My pride fell with my fortunes.” ~ William Shakespeare<br /><br /><br /><br />“Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.” ~ Fulton J. Sheen<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=Pride.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/Pride.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“Vanity is the polite mask of pride.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /><br />“The
sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and
hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous
obsession.” ~ Iris Murdoch<br /><br /><br /><br />“The offspring of riches: Pride, vanity, ostentation, arrogance, tyranny” ~<br />Mark Twain<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=209.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/209.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies” ~ Edwin Hubbel Chapin</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /><br />“Pride
slays thanksgiving, but an humble mind is the soil out of which thanks
naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never
thinks he gets as much as he deserves.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher<br /><br /><br /><br />“Pride
attaches undue importance to the superiority of one's status in the
eyes of others; And shame is fear of humiliation at one's inferior
status in the estimation of others. When one sets his heart on being
highly esteemed, and achieves such rating, then he is automatically
involved in fear of losing his status.” ~ Lao Tzu<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=mustaine09_400.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/mustaine09_400.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“The Bible and several other self<br />help or enlightenment books cite the Seven Deadly Sins. They are:<br />pride, greed, lust, envy, wrath, sloth, and gluttony. That pretty much<br />covers everything that we do, that is sinful... or fun for that<br />matter.” ~ Dave Mustaine</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“Pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself” ~ Samuel Johnson</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br />“Pride the first peer and president of hell.” ~ Daniel Defoe<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=manjailcell.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/manjailcell.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />“The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell” ~ Simone Weil<br /><br /><br /><br />“Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt”<br />~ Benjamin Franklin<br /><br /><br /><br />“Humility and knowledge in poor clothes excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.” ~ William Penn<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=ghandi01.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/ghandi01.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“Anger is the enemy of non-violence and pride is a monster that swallows it up.” ~ Mohandas Gandhi</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /><br />“Five
enemies of peace inhabit with us / avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and
pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy
perpetual peace.” ~ Francesco Petrarch<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=vanity-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/vanity-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />“Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend.” ~ Jules Renard<br /><br /><br /><br />“The
avenues in my neighborhood are Pride, Covetousness and Lust; the cross
streets are Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth. I live over on Sloth, and
the style on our street is to avoid the other thoroughfares.” ~<br />John Chancellor<br /><br /><br /><br />“Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?”<br />~ Ronald Duncan<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/?action=view&current=vanity.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Pride/vanity.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />“Pride ruined the angels.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">“A proud man is always looking down<br />on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down,<br />you can't see something that's above you.” ~ C.S. Lewis </span></b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"><b><br /><br /><br />“Pride in social status is empty; pride in personal glory is useless.” ~ Sri Guru Granth Sahib</b><br /></span></center><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">If this looks familiar it's because it was originally my submission to the GBE on MySpace back on 5-23-09. That week's topic was Pride.</span> <span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">I've just seen a face,<br />I can't forget the time or place<br />Where we just met.<br />She's just the girl for me<br />And I want all the world to see<br />We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm.</span></i></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Beatles sang that and now I want the whole world to hear. I did meet someone and I think she is the one, yes, I really do. I have found a very sexy lady. Not everyone can see the beauty I see. They do not see her giving heart, her gorgeous eyes, her caring love.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But I do.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And not only is she all that, but she is also an exhibitionist. Boy, am I a lucky man.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And I'm a happy one.</span><br /><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And is there a better place to announce and proclaim to "all the world" my love than on here? I think not.</span></span><br />
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<br />Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-58178983217433072872011-12-10T23:57:00.000-05:002023-08-20T22:33:58.199-04:00Don't Think Twice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe class="BLOG_video_class" allowfullscreen="" youtube-src-id="1iHhWh9FtsQ" width="600" height="498" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1iHhWh9FtsQ"></iframe></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-87413575733801017952011-12-10T03:25:00.002-05:002011-12-10T03:33:14.239-05:00Music and Me<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >This song was released at a time when I didn't really appreciate the talent of Michael Jackson. I heard this song performed the other night on the X-Factor and really HEARD it for the first time. Wow, it hit a chord with me. Music has always been my lover. Always there...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C-RU7mIRymU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"></iframe><br /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-25260465595357793632011-12-09T23:41:00.006-05:002011-12-12T22:48:46.042-05:00You're Always With Me<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >I saw the movie "Our Idiot Brother" tonight. I liked it; the story was good, but so was the soundtrack. People who know me know my ear is always listening to the music in the background. Listening to the music of a movie or television show, or just </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >the music playing in the background of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Life.<br /><br />I heard just a snippet of this song and immediately thought of a friend. After the movie was over I found the complete song. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" > :)<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ax08ls6jcU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"></iframe><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-10988609543908443162011-12-05T22:40:00.010-05:002011-12-06T12:21:56.671-05:00HOW TO BE ALONE by Tanya Davis<div style="text-align: left;"><br />I saw this on youtube and wanted to share it. Not necessarily am I saying <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm</span> alone but hey, aren't we all in some way or another? What this suggests you do is easier said than done, because I think all humans need love. Need someone. It does give some comfort simply in letting you know you aren't alone in having that feeling.<br /></div><br />The video is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"by filmmaker Andrea Dorfman and poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Davis wrote the beautiful poem and performed in the video which Dorfman directed, shot, animated by hand and edited. The video was shot in Halifax, Nova Scotia and was produced by Bravo!FACT"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k7X7sZzSXYs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" width="400"></iframe><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>[Tanya Davis]</strong><br />If you are at first lonely, be patient.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books; you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">And there’s prayer and mediation, no one will think less if your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by “chow downers”, employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town, and they, like you, will be alone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">When you are comfortable with “eat lunch and run”, take yourself out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and Silverware. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a book of blessings.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might of never happened had you not been there by yourself.<br /></span></p><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts an essence of them maybe lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those “sappy slogans” from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relived, keeps things interesting, <strong>life’s magic things in reach</strong>, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Take silence and respect it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">There is heat in freezing, be a testament.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Copyrights: Tanya Davis</strong></span></p></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-70214014572736768142011-11-26T23:22:00.001-05:002011-11-27T00:18:28.145-05:00***wondering***<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. Do they
think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going for myself? Or
are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever
know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to
overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my whole family. The
thing is that people are so quick to judge nowadays. You only see a
person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as
put together as I can, and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the
truth. That way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is
okay. That I never go through anything. If only people knew how broken I
am, how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s
recently become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me.
No one will ever know me, and sometimes that scares me because no one will ever know why I am the way I am." ~ Unknown</span><br />
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Laughter is so important to all of us... I know it is something I need to do more. Just when I think I've found something to make me smile... *sighs* I shouldn't rely on others for amusement. Heaven knows I do enough to ma</b><b>ke myself laugh. </b><b> </b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><b>So, come on in, sit a spell laughter. Keep me company.</b><b> </b></span><br /><b> </b><br /><b> </b> <a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=ScreenShot2011-11-25at124418AM.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/ScreenShot2011-11-25at124418AM.png" border="0" height="230" width="400" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=LaughterQuote1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/LaughterQuote1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=Laughter.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/Laughter.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="400" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=laughterquotequotes-ec1cc95362cb39b132bd1fcc4763607c_h.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/laughterquotequotes-ec1cc95362cb39b132bd1fcc4763607c_h.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=laughter-quotes.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/laughter-quotes.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=laughter-healthy-wall-quote-sticker-vinyl-art-decal-8623-p.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/laughter-healthy-wall-quote-sticker-vinyl-art-decal-8623-p.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=0_quotes_laughter_vacation.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/0_quotes_laughter_vacation.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/?action=view&current=laughing.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Laughter/laughing.png" border="0" /></a></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-79216947689396107602011-08-04T22:05:00.003-04:002011-08-04T22:14:40.470-04:00Emptiness<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/?action=view&current=the_silence_of_darkness____by_sm00k.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/the_silence_of_darkness____by_sm00k.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span class="st"><em>Emptiness is filling me,<br /><br />to the point of agony</em></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >.~</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >"Fade to Black" Metallica</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-23768567597919381472011-06-18T15:48:00.005-04:002011-06-18T16:19:26.032-04:00GBE 2.4 - Control<span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />So this week the topic is control. Seems like at one time or another, everyone wants and/or needs a little control.<br /><br />That being said... Here is a flashback to listen to.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RRbQZPtPyE4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > When I was 17, I did what people told me</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Did what my father said, and let my mother mold me</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > But that was long ago</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Chorus:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I'm in control, never gonna stop</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Control, to get what I want</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Control, I got to have a lot</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Control, now I'm all grown up</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > First time I fell in love</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I didn't know what hit me</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > So young and so naive</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I thought it would be easy</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > But now I know I've got to take...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Repeat Chorus</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > That's right, I'm on my own,</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I'll call my own shots, thank you</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Bridge:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Got my own mind</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I wanna make my own decisions</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > When it has to do with my life, my life</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I wanna be the one in control</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > So let me take you by the hand</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > And lead you on this dance</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Cause what I've got is because I took a chance</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I don't wanna rule the world</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Just wanna run my life</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > So make your life a little easier</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > When you get the chance just take...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Repeat Chorus</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Free at last, out here on my own</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Now control this</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > That's right, career moves</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I do what's right for me</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > And me wants to groove</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Is that ok?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Repeat Bridge</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Hop to it</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I'm in control (and I love it, that's right)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Control, now I've got a lot</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Control, now I'm all grown up</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I'm in control, I'm in control</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Don't make me lose it<br /><br /><br /></span></span> </div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-75703114280921112752011-06-10T19:18:00.002-04:002011-06-10T19:53:30.624-04:00GBE 2.3 - Lost & Found (reversed)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/?action=view&current=lost-found.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 646px; height: 595px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/lost-found.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Found and Lost</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I remember when I first found her page on MySpace a few years ago. The page was so bright and summery. We became "MySpace friends" and slowly got to know each other. Over time, we became closer. We shared things. We talked. A lot.<br /><br />We listened to each other. I tried to be a shoulder for her although I didn't entirely understand what she was going through. She got a piece of my heart. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">She still has that piece, even though we grew apart. Like a star, our friendship flared and burned out, although it served a purpose. Still, in essence, I lost her. She will often cross my mind and I trust that she is doing well. I think she is. </span></span>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159975399677881791.post-8895386364105691262011-05-30T23:38:00.007-04:002011-06-10T19:19:52.391-04:00GBE 2.2 - Success<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />The definition of success (səkˈses) in the dictionary is:<br />1. The accomplishment of an aim or purpose;<br />2. The attainment of popularity or profit.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=SelfImprovementSuccess.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/SelfImprovementSuccess.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I was raised and taught by my parents that successful people were happy with themselves and made a positive impact on the people around them. But when I was in middle and high school, I attended a school where the prevailing attitude was that you were only successful if you achieved fortune and fame. The more money you made, the higher your degree of success. In defense of the school, which was, and still is academically great and where I met some really fantastic people, I don't think they realized it.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fast forward 30 years... I have not made a ton of money... yet (lol), nor has my life even gone in the direction I thought it would. "Lately it occurs to me, what a long strange trip it's been". Those lyrics sure fit my life. I have some regrets over things I have not become and accomplished, but my life is far from over. All in all, I am happy with myself. I also like to think I have a "quiet impact" on the people around me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The song <span style="font-style: italic;"> I Was Here</span> by Lady Antebellum has a line in it that I am striving for. <span style="font-style: italic;">"I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life... And leave nothing less than something that says I was here." </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >If I can accomplish that and be happy, then I'll think myself a success. See, I consider the following definition from Ralph Waldo Emerson to be the correct one for success. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"What is success? To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived; That is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now... some views from other people. What, you thought I wouldn't list some quotes??? lol. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=Chanel_ai.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/Chanel_ai.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable." - Coco Chanel</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"The only place in life where you find success before work is in the dictionary." - Mary V. Smith </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Impatience never commanded success." - Edwin H. Chapin</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"If you want success, then don't rely on other people to do what YOU can do!" - Sasha Azevedo </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=iStock_000005528686XSmallabcblocks.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/iStock_000005528686XSmallabcblocks.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Success is that old ABC - ability, breaks and courage." - Charles Luckman</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"You must learn from your past mistakes, but not lean on your past successes." - Denis Waitley</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Success is a state of mind. If you want success, start thinking of yourself as a success." - Joyce Brothers</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The great success of a successful marriage is to treat all disasters as incidents and none of the incidents as disasters." - Sir Harold Nicholson </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=thomasjwatson-quote.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/thomasjwatson-quote.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude." - Thomas Jefferson</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Learn to adapt. Things change, circumstances change. Adjust yourself and your efforts to what it is presented to you so you can respond accordingly. Never see change as a threat, because it can be an opportunity to learn, to grow, evolve and become a better person." - Rodolfo Costa</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom." - Euripides</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"They can because they think they can." - Virgil</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=msp_success_key.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/msp_success_key.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"We are all motivated by a keen desire for praise, and the better a man is, the more he is inspired to glory." - Cicero</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Keep steadily before you the fact that all true success depends at last upon yourself."- Theodore T. Hunger</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen." - Frank Loyd Wright</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed." - Richard Brinsley Sheridan</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=68596-004-3BB7F538.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/68596-004-3BB7F538.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The secret of success is to know something nobody else knows." - Aristotle Onassis</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"A failure is a man who has blundered, but is not able to cash in on the experience." - Elbert Hubbard</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"There is only one success--to be able to spend your life in your own way." - Christopher Morley</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Success is sweet: the sweeter if long delayed and attained through manifold struggles and defeats." - A. Branson Alcott</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=25733_1287067255172_1184888618_30644899_4730390_n.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 599px; height: 399px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/25733_1287067255172_1184888618_30644899_4730390_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">"The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will." - Vince Lombardi</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Success is refusing to accept defeat." - Zurek </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure--which is: Try to please everybody." - Herbert Bayard Swope</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The secret of success in life is for a man to be ready for his opportunity when it comes." - Earl of Beaconsfield</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=Blogging-Blunders.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/Blogging-Blunders.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Success does not consist in never making blunders, but in never making the same one a second time." - Josh Billings</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Success is the good fortune that comes from aspiration, desperation, perspiration and inspiration." - Evan Esar</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"If you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius." - Jospeph Addison</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well." - Henry W. Longfellow</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/?action=view&current=wcf2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f35/kev461/Success/wcf2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it." - W.C. Fields</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Try not to become a man of success but a man of value." - Albert Einstein</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> "Success is the accomplishment of that which most people think can't be done." - C. V. White</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." - Robert Collier</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14352264374062482568noreply@blogger.com31