Words..what an ingenious weapon of mass destruction-Part1

We are so worried about a nuclear missile, but has anyone considered the power of words???

Everyone listens to the media at some point. So what we hear, forms our opinions. Everyone has an opinion based on facts...or sometimes, hear-say (rumors). Some people vehemently decree that Fox News is absolutely all truth. And then others say that CNN is all right. No one is completely, 100% right. Never, ever. I'd say it is factually impossible (but then there is an opinion again).

Some people say that they think Lincoln didn't do the right thing concerning the Civil War. But it's not a fact. There is what he did, what we think of it, and then there is what we think he should have done instead, if anything at all. There are always several points of view on the subject;

1. The South is right, North is wrong.
2. The North is right, South is wrong.
3. The North and South are both wrong and the Brits are right.
4. Everyone is wrong and North Korea should just end our missery with a nuclear missle they keep threatening.

And then there is your take on it.

Have you ever looked at a Political figure who said something we think is ignorant, and wonder what would have been different if they had worded one sentence differently? Or left a sentence off?

Everyone can have an opinion on anything they want. But it should be taken as it is said; an 'OPINION'. Sometimes I think part of one opinion is right and I add it to my opinion, and then I might discard another part of my opinion. You can effect someone else's opinion, but rarely change it

Most of us as human beings know what's right and what's wrong. Whether we do anything about it or not is our responsibility.

Also, we have to accept other opinions, we may not agree with it, but it is still an OPINION. When they are wrong is when they start acting like the OPINION is a fact. I found something actually kind of wise on Facebook, "A mind and a Parachute have 1 thing in common....Both need to be open to do any good.". And that's exactly the truth.

But what about the people who aren't social highlights or people who don't get quoted in magazines? They can use & abuse words just the same. To people they love, people they should love, people they don't know....

Words can either build or tear down. They can give hope, or cut deep. This nation was built on strong beliefs and the most important words ever written down (Declaration of Independence). We have the Bill of Rights. Those words are building blocks, the foundation for a better country. Why did we leave Europe???? Because there were laws about speech, religion..yada yada yada. The words we built this Nation on are good, hopeful, freedom-giving words.

But as for words being a weapon of mass destruction... think slander, rumors. Think mud slinging from political figures and even just little town mayoral candidates.

Pride is predictable, someone's ego gets wounded and then comes the mud slinging, and then somewhere in there an anonymous nobody gets the bright idea to do something about it and then we have a problem on our hands. A big problem.

Have ever paid attention to how you talk or the words you say when your mad, happy, sad? Do you mean what you say and say what you mean?

Tune in next time for the grand finish (part 2).

Insperations.....

Inspiration comes from many things. Brilliance. Words from a friend. Or, my personal favorite, boredom. I was sitting in the car on the way to Oma's trying to figure what to do. And I got an idea to write a poem (I'm not a poem writer normally). So this is what I wrote. I started with the head line and it took me a good 20 minutes to write the rest. Like I said before. I'm not a poem writer, but its actually kinda good...maybe. That's why I'm going to post it on here, read it and then tell me what you think...please.
My inspiration for it is my older brother Brandon. It's more of a wishful poem on my part for him.

Living Once Again
Take a breath, breathe it deep.
I took a breathe, I breathed it deep.
I felt it.
I reveled in the soothing peace.
My first Free breathe.
I can feel it.
I can taste the fresh Freedom in my heart.
I will breathe, I will be me.
Let me see, let me be Free.

I am no longer a captive of your snare.
Your luring won't work.
The high you used to give me no longer does it.

I have one better

He gives me Hope.
He lets me Live.
Just because you have many fooled, it's not true, I caught you!

You thought you could fool me.
I listened to your lies.
I believed them.
But no more will I be tricked.
He has helped me.
He took the bonds of you drug and broke them.

He did it for me.
He can do it for you too.
If only you let Him.

I am living Once Again.


Well? What do you think?

School...AKA..P-R-I-S-O-N

No matter how much I hate school, there are times when I can't help but love it. Like when I learn sometihng useful instead of Algebra (Go figure!).
So yesterday was one of those 'Gotta Love it" days. I learned how to change brakes in a car! Now THAT'S my kinda learning. And it's REALLY easy! And then after that I learned how to tell a good hose from a bad hose.

My favorite question is "Why?". There is always a "Why" to something. Never just a "Because." It's a lame and unimaginative excuse to avoid a question. Nobody ever does something "Because", you always have a reason behind it...even if you'd prefer you didn't.
I love Psychology, even if some of my friends prefered I didn't (;D).

I'm kinda going at a random pace here.

I work tomorrow from 8-5, two different jobs. I am going to be BUSHED!!!
I got to work at the grocery store at 7:30, get there a little before 8 and the get off 5 minutes before 12 so that i can go babysit from 12 till 5. UFF-DA. A nine hour day, non-stop. So that means I need sleep if no one wants to get chew-ed out tomorrow, of course I would chew them out verbally, but I'd give a look that gives a person the idea in a quick and timely manner.

Over and out,
Your forever ~Wild~N~Free friend and family-
~CC~
(Or bestest enemy in some cases ;)

Computer Age

I grew up in the computer age.IRemember when we still had Dial-up. Anyone remember those days? You would have to wait for what seemed like forever to go on the Internet. You'd hear the dial tone the entire time, it was so annoying I would sometimes leave the room. It's a sound you easily recognize, very...oh whats the word, easy to remember. Like Lady Ga Ga songs, annoying but you remember the words to "Just Dance" better than your favorite song.

Anyhow, A friend of mine needed their spirit lifted so I decided to try writing letters. My printing is HORRIBLE! I can type an essay in about 20 minutes, maybe 500-1,000 words, or so, if I know something about the subject. But this whole writing letters is HARD! My hand hurts afterwords (HAHAHA). But I love it. The last letter I wrote, about a week ago (it takes a whole four days to get there!), I wrote four whole pages, front and back! I was so proud of myself. I don't think I write that much in a week!

The point of this is that most of us Americans have a computer and most of those people who have a computer have the Internet. Most of the people who have Internet also have an e-mail. With e-mail we can be able to write...err....type, really fast and get a lot said in ten minutes, send the e-mail and then the other person gets it within a few minutes. But I think it's more sincere to write by hand, besides, who doesn't want a letter? We get WAY to much spam ( see I'm still thinking e-mail!) mail, and not enough caring or funny letters from friends.

Have any of you hear of Professional Blogging? I am thinking of trying it. And then adding adds so maybe I can make money, who knows.

I am going to go do more writing on a story of mine so I will let my faithful followers get back to what ever it was they were doing. :)

~CC~

Astonishing feats of mentalism!

WELL, I have had a VERY busy two weeks. I work four days a week and then I go and see buck the days I have off, and I spend at least 2-3 hours there every time. Lets see, where should I start? Today or Yesterday? since yesterday was history..LOL..I'll start with today and work my way back.



Today:

At work;

Well I got up at 8, started shoveling the drive way around 8:30 (who'da thunk it could snow so much in one night!)and then around 9:30 Momma came out to tell me school had been cancelled so I could go to work. WELL, that did it! I was so mad already at the stuppid shovel and Minnesota, and then momma coming to tell me I had to go to work early. I have been really tired lately and I'm possitive its because of this stupid weather, I've got a bad case of cabin fever and theres really only one solution to the problem. Working with Buck. Well I'm still on today by the way, ANYHOW, so I go to work around 11:30 (HAHAHAHAHA, long story) and we get ONE pallet, meaning a wood pallet that is stacked with frate, all out into the designated isles in less than two minutes!!!! But my reasoning is that when the first pallet was unloaded and mostly put away, all the boy went on break. Leaving me and a couple others to put the rest up, well when I was out of frate and trying to look like I was doing something, the boys were FINALY done with their break. So that first pallet was done in one minute, and then the second pallet, which suspiciously took the boys a little while to get..JK...it takes a bit of talent and knowledge to get a pallet out of the back....

When they got back, one of the boys gets the birght idea ( I'm not being sarcastic this time, believe it or not.) to time to see how long it will take us. HAHAHA, you should have seen it, it looked like a rat race! All the boy and I running in the same and different directions all at once. It came out to be that it took us three minutes for the second one which is better than the usual time.



At home;

When I got back I had my lunch and dessert and then whatched a bit of a few movies on Netflix and then when dennis got home I went out to shovel "AGAIN". Well Dennis and Momma had wanted me to scoop by the back door in the dog yard because we couldn't get it open very far. So I decided that it would hurt Buddy to play a little. I threw the ball a few times and then figured he'd had enough so then I was faced with the problem of getting the shovel, which so happened to be on the other side of the fence. HAHAHAHA, greener grass may not always be on the other side of the fence but some helpful things usually are. ANYWHOO, I came across the problem then of getting the shovel, which wasn't to much of a problem except that I didn't want to trek back through the house with my boots on. The snow was pretty high by the gate so I figured I could probably jump it without to much of a problem. The first time I went over it wasn't so much of a problem, but the SECOND time was the funniest thing I have had the privelege of doing this winter. I had my boot up on the gate and I was getting ready to jump and I slipped or something and my legs ended up cross so that I had the top of the gate stradled with both my boots and I just sorta.......started....tipping over the side, and *POOF* there went a cloud of snow. SUCH a typical movie stunt HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, im BUTSING A GUT!!! I wish I could have had it video taped!



Yesterday;

I think ill do yesterday tomorrow....LOL. I have a poem I would like to put it up

Dropping knowledge like Galelio dropped the orange...

This was my baby. Isn't she adorable? She had attitude a mile wide....just like me...LOL.

Well on Saturday I finally got Buck moved. YIPPEE...I'm FREE!!! I can't wait to ride him, they have an indoor arena, a round pen and an outdoor arena. WOW!

When we moved him I was expecting a HUGE show from her. It wasn't as bad as i expected but she sure tried to make a scene. She started firing questions at me, and Dennis had explained that if she starts asking questions i don't have to answer them. Well, when she started firing them at me as I was giving her her stuff back, she started asking all these questions without really giving me a chance to answer, so....believe it or not...I WALKED AWAY FROM HER!!! WHILE she was STILL talking to me! Now, this may not seem so big to some of you but it is to me. I have never walked away from someone. And BOY did it feel good!

Moving on.....

You know, I'm not a loud person really....I like to laugh but I can be invisible if I want to. So working at the store is...well...different. I get there and usually there's a crowd of guys of about 3 or 4 and i have to walk past them to get to my isle and it REALLY bugs me. I don't know why but if I could slip unnoticed into my isle I would be ever so grateful! But for some odd reason I couldn't if I tried.

It's late so i will let you fellow bloggers go.

~CC~

The hazzards of storing Plutonium in tupperware